Part 10 (1/2)

CHAPTER IX

PRISONERS

MY first thought had been for the women, and, unluckily, to save them a shock I had all evidences of the crime cleared away as quickly as possible. Stains that might have been of invaluable service in determining the murderer were washed away almost before they were dry.

I realized this now, too late. But the axe remained, and I felt that its handle probably contained a record for more skillful eyes than mine to read, prints that under the microscope would reveal the murderer's ident.i.ty as clearly as a photograph.

I sent for Burns, who reported that he had locked the axe in the captain's cabin. He gave me the key, which I fastened to a string and hung around my neck under my s.h.i.+rt. He also reported that, as I had suggested, the crew had gone, two at a time, into the forecastle, and had brought up what they needed to stay on deck. The forecastle had been closed and locked in the presence of the crew, and the key given to Burns, who fastened it to his watch-chain. The two hatchways leading to the hold had been fastened down also, and Oleson, who was s.h.i.+p's carpenter, had nailed them fast.

The crew had been instructed to stay aft of the wheel, except when on watch. Thus the helmsman need not be alone. As I have said, the door at the top of the companion steps, near the wheel, was closed and locked, and entrance to the after house was to be gained only by the forward companion. It was the intention of Burns and myself to keep watch here, amids.h.i.+ps.

Burns had probably suffered more than any of us. Whatever his relation to the Hansen woman had been, he had been with her only three hours before her death, and she was wearing a ring of his, a silver rope tied in a sailor's knot, when she died. And Burns had been fond of Captain Richardson, in a crew where respect rather than affection toward the chief officer was the rule.

When Burns gave me the key to the captain's room Charlie Jones had reached the other end of the long cabin, and was staring through into the chartroom. It was a time to trust no one, and I a.s.sured myself that Jones was not looking before I thrust it into my s.h.i.+rt.

”They're--all ready, Leslie,” Burns said, his face working. ”What are we going to do with them?”

”We'll have to take them back.”

”But we can't do that. It's a two weeks' matter, and in this weather--”

”We will take them back, Burns,” I said shortly, and he a.s.sented mechanically:--

”Aye, aye, sir.”

Just how it was to be done was a difficult thing to decide. Miss Lee had not appeared yet, and the three of us, Jones, Burns, and I, talked it over. Jones suggested that we put them in one of the life boats, and nail over it a canvas and tarpaulin cover.

”It ain't my own idea,” he said modestly. ”I seen it done once, on the Argentina. It worked all right for a while, and after a week or so we lowered the jolly-boat and towed it astern.”

I shuddered; but the idea was a good one, and I asked Burns to go up and get the boat ready.

”We must let the women up this afternoon,” I said, ”and, if it is possible, try to keep them from learning where the bodies are. We can rope off a part of the deck for them, and ask them not to leave it.”

Miss Lee came out then, and Burns went on deck.

The girl was looking better. The exertion of dressing had brought back her color, and her lips, although firmly set, were not drawn. She stood just outside the door and drew a deep breath.

”You must not keep us prisoners any longer, Leslie,” she said. ”Put a guard over us, if you must, but let us up in the air.”

”This afternoon, Miss Lee,” I said. ”This morning you are better below.”

She understood me, but she had no conception of the brutality of the crime, even then.

”I am not a child. I wish to see them. I shall have to testify--”

”You will not see them, Miss Lee.”

She stood twisting her handkerchief in her hands. She saw Charlie Jones pacing the length of the cabin, revolver in hand. From the chartroom came the sound of hammering, where the after companion door, already locked, was being additionally secured with strips of wood nailed across.

”I understand,” she said finally. ”Will you take me to Karen's room?”