She was discovered at last in a corner of the steward's room, seated on a low stool, her head bent down on her knees.
"Now, ma'am," said John, with unwonted politeness, "you are being waited for." She looked up, startled.

She rose from her low seat, and began to tremble, her lips moving, her teeth chattering.

But no sound came forth.
"You are not going to your hanging, Dinah Roy," said John Massingbird, by way of consolation.

"Mr.Verner is gathering the evidence about this unfortunate business, and it is your turn to go in and state what you know, or saw." She staggered back a step or two, and fell against the wall, her face changing to one of livid terror.
"I--I--saw nothing!" she gasped.
"Oh, yes, you did! Come along!" She put up her hands in a supplicating attitude; she was on the point of sinking on her knees in her abject fear, when at that moment the stern face of her husband was pushed in at the door.

She sprang up as if electrified, and meekly followed John Massingbird..