ely unshaven."

"But you are pale, and your eyes are sunk in your head."

"We are very short-handed and--no one has slept much."

"Or eaten at all, I imagine," she said. "When do we get in?"

"I can hardly say. With this wind, perhaps Tuesday."

"Where?"

"Philadelphia."

"You intend to turn the yacht over to the police?"

"Yes, Miss Lee."

"Every one on it?"

"That is up to the police. They will probably not hold the women. You
will be released, I imagine, on your own recognizance."

"And--Mr. Turner?"

"He will have to take his luck with the rest of us."

She asked me no further questions, but switched at once to what had
brought her on deck.

"The cabin is unbearable," she said. "We are willing to take the risk
of opening the after companion door."

But I could not allow this, and I tried to explain my reasons. The
crew were quartered there, for one; for the other, whether they were
willing to take the risk or not, I would not open it without placing a
guard there, and we had no one to spare for the duty. I suggested that
they use the part of the deck reserved for them, where it was fairly
cool under the awning; and, after a dispute below, they agreed to this.
Turner, very weak, came up the few steps slowly, but refused my
proffered help. A little later, he called me from the rail and offered
me a cigar. The change in him was startling.

We took advantage of their being on deck to open the windows and air
the after house. But all were securely locked and barred before they
went below again. It was the first time they had all been on deck
together since the night of the 11th. It was a different crowd of
people that sat there, looking over the rail and speaking in
monosyllables: no bridge, no glasses clinking with ice, no elaborate
toilets and carefully dressed hair, no flash of jewels, no light
laughter following one of poor Vail's sallies.

At ten o'clock they went below, but not until I had quietly located
every member of the crew. I had the watch from eight to twelve that
night, and at half after ten Mrs. Johns came on deck again. She did
not speak to me, but dropped into a steamer-chair and yawned,
stretching out her arms. By the light of the companion lantern, I saw
that she had put on one of the loose negligees she affected for
undress, and her arms were bare except for a fall of lace.

At eight bells (midnight) Burns took my place. Charlie Jones was at
the wheel, and McNa