Their condition was pitiable. Unable to speak for himself, he
lay raving in his room, talking to Vail and complaining of a
white figure that bothered him. The key that Elsa Lee picked up
was another clue, and in their attempt to get rid of it I had
foiled them. Mrs. Johns, an old friend and, as I have said, an
ardent partisan, undertook to get rid of the axe, with the result
that we know. Even Turner's recovery brought little courage. He
could only recall that he had gone into Vail's room and tried to
wake him, without result; that he did not know of the blood until
the next day, or that Vail was dead; and that he had a vague
recollection of something white and ghostly that night--he was
not sure where he had seen it.
The failure of their attempt to get rid of the storeroom key was
matched by their failure to smuggle Turner's linen off the ship.
Singleton suspected Turner, and, with the skillful and not
over scrupulous aid of his lawyer, had succeeded in finding in Mrs.
Sloane's trunk the incriminating pieces.
As to the meaning of the keys, file, and club in Singleton's
mattress, I believe the explanation is simple enough. He saw
against him a strong case. He had little money and no influence,
while Turner had both. I have every reason to believe that he
hoped to make his escape before the ship anchored, and was
frustrated by my discovery of the keys and by an extra bolt I
put on his door and window.
The murders on the schooner-yacht Ella were solved.
McWhirter went back to his hospital, the day after our struggle,
wearing a strip of plaster over the bridge of his nose and a new
air of importance. The Turners went to New York soon after, and
I was alone. I tried to put Elsa Lee out of my thoughts, as she
had gone out of my life, and, receiving the hoped-for hospital
appointment at that time, I tried to make up by hard work for a
happiness that I had not lost because it had never been mine.
A curious thing has happened to me. I had thought this record
finished, but perhaps-Turner's health is bad. He and his wife and Miss Lee are going to
Europe. He has asked me to go with him in my professional capacity!
It is more than a year since I have seen her.
The year has brought some changes. Singleton is again a member of
the Turner forces, having signed a contract and a temperance pledge
at the same sitting. Jones is in a hospital for the insane, where
in the daytime he is a cheery old tar with twinkling eyes and a huge
mustache, and where now and then, on Christmas and holidays, I send
him a supply of tobacco. At night he sleeps in a room with opaque
glass windows through which no heavenly signals can penetrate. He
will not talk of his crimes,--not that he so regards them,--but
now and then in the night he wraps the drapery of his couch about
him and performs strange orisons in the little room that is his.
And at such times an attendant watches outside his door.