I found terror rather than grief in Mrs. Savage’s manner; whenever she directed her eyes at the corpse I noticed the straining of panic fear in them. The captain opened the cabin door, and called for the stewardess. She was in waiting outside, as you may believe. The cuddy, indeed, was full of people, and whilst the door was open I heard the grumbling hum of the voices of ’tween-deck passengers and seamen crowding at the cuddy front. The news had spread that one of the first-class passengers had been murdered, and every tongue was asking who had done it.
Mrs. Savage’s demeanor conveyed terror rather than grief; her gaze toward the corpse revealed a clear sense of panicked fear. The captain opened the cabin door and summoned the stewardess, who was already waiting outside, as expected. The cuddy was filled with people, and when the door opened, I could hear the low murmur of voices from the ’tween-deck passengers and seamen gathered at the front. Word had spread that a first-class passenger had been murdered, and everyone was speculating about who could have committed the act.
I observed a sense of terror in Mrs. Savage’s demeanor; whenever she looked at the body, her eyes revealed a clear panic. The captain opened the cabin door and called for the stewardess, who was waiting outside. The cuddy was crowded with people, and while the door remained open, I could hear the low murmur of voices from the passengers and crew gathered at the front. The information that a first-class passenger had been murdered had circulated, and everyone was speculating about the identity of the perpetrator.
I saw a fear in Mrs. Savage's face; every time she glanced at the body, her eyes were filled with panic. The captain opened the cabin door and summoned the stewardess, who was standing outside. The cuddy was full of people, and the door was open, but I could hear the low hum of voices from the passengers and crew standing at the front. The news that a first-class passenger had been killed had spread, and everybody was speculating as to who had done it.
I saw terror in Mrs. Savage’s countenance; every time she glanced at the body, her eyes were full of fear. The captain opened the cabin door and summoned the stewardess who was standing outside. The cuddy was packed with people, and though the door was open, I could hear the murmur of voices from the passengers and crew at the front. The news that a first-class passenger had been murdered had been spreading, and all were guessing who the murderer was.