I went the length of the cabin and into the chartroom. The maids'
room was here, on the port-side, and thus aft of Mrs. Turner's and
Miss Lee's rooms. It had one door only, and two small barred windows,
one above each of the two bunks.
I turned on the chart-room lights. At the top of the after
companionway the crew had been assembled, and Burns was haranguing
them. I knocked at the maids' door, and, finding it unlocked, opened
it an inch or so.
"Karen!" I called--and, receiving no answer: "Mrs. Sloane!" (the
stewardess).
I opened the door wide and glanced in. Karen Hansen, the maid, was
on the floor, dead. The stewardess, in collapse from terror, was in
her bunk, uninjured.