The After House

He picked himself up sheepishly, and we went on. But so unnerved

was I by this fresh shock that it was a moment or two before I could

essay the ladder.

Burns was waiting at the hatchway, peering down. Beside him on the

deck lay a bloodstained axe.

Elsa Lee, on hearing the story of Henrietta Sloane, had gone to the

maids' cabin, and had found it where it had been flung into the berth

of the stewardess.