“On the Baltic, between Liverpool and New York. That was how I met Mrs. Turner.” “Where was your room on the yacht Ella?” “Off the chartroom.” “Will you indicate it on this diagram?” “It was there.” (Pointing.) The diagram was shown to the jury. “There are two bunks in this room. Which was yours?” “The one at the side—the one opposite the door was Karen’s.” “Tell what happened on the night of August 11 and morning of the 12th.” “I went to bed early. Karen Hansen had not come down by midnight. When I opened the door, I saw why. Mr. Turner and Mr. Singleton were there, drinking.” The defense objected to this but was overruled by the court. “Mr. Vail was trying to persuade the mate to go on deck, before the captain came down.” “Did they go?” “No.” “What comment did Mr. Singleton make?” “He said he hoped the captain would come. He wanted a chance to get at him.” “What happened after that?” “The captain came down and ordered the mate on deck. Mr. Vail and the captain got Mr. Turner to his room.” “How do you know that?” “I opened my door.” “What then?” “Karen came down at 12.30. We went to bed. At ten minutes to three the bell rang for Karen. She got up and put on a wrapper and slippers. She was grumbling and I told her to put out the light and let me sleep. As she opened the door she screamed and fell back on the floor. Something struck me on the shoulder, and I fainted. I learned later it was the axe.” “Did you hear any sound outside, before you opened the door?” “A curious chopping sound. I spoke of it to her. It came from the chart-room.” “When the girl fell back into the room, did you see any one beyond her?” “I saw something—I couldn’t say just what.” “Was what you saw a figure?” “I—I am not certain. It was light—almost white.” “Can you not describe it?” “I am afraid not—except that it seemed white.” “How tall was it?” “I couldn’t say.” “As tall as the girl?” “Just about, perhaps.” “Think of something that it resembled. This is important, Mrs. Sloane. You must make an effort.” “I think it looked most like a fountain.” Even the jury laughed at this, and yet, after all, Mrs. Sloane was right—or nearly so! “That is curious. How did it resemble a fountain?” “Perhaps I should have said a fountain in moonlight white, and misty, and—and flowing.” “And yet, this curious-shaped object threw the axe at you, didn’t it?” There was an objection to the form of this question, but the court overruled it. “I did not say it threw the axe. I did not see it thrown. I felt it.” “Did you know the first mate, Singleton, before you met on the Ella?” “Yes, sir.” “Where?” “We were on the same vessel two years ago, the American, for Bermuda.” “Were you friends?” “Yes”—very low. “Were you engaged to marry him at one time?” “Yes.” “Why did you break it off?” “We differed about a good many things.”