‘Yes, sir.’
‘On Tuesday last, the eighteenth, you were on duty on the Prometheus on the twelve o’clock service from Paris to Croydon. The deceased travelled by that service. Had you ever seen the deceased before?’
‘Yes, sir. I was on the 8.45 am service six months ago and I noticed her travelling by that once or twice.’
‘Did you know her name?’
‘Well, it must have been on my list, sir, but I didn’t notice it special, so to speak.’
‘Have you ever heard the name of Madame Giselle?’
‘No, sir.’
‘Please describe the occurrences of Tuesday last in your own way.’
‘I’d served the luncheons, sir, and was coming round with the bills. The deceased was, as I thought, asleep. I decided not to wake her until about five minutes before we got in. When I tried to do so I discovered that she was dead or seriously ill. I discovered that there was a doctor on board. He said—’
‘We shall have Dr Bryant’s evidence presently. Will you take a look at this?’
The blowpipe was handed to Mitchell, who took it gingerly.
‘Have you ever seen that before?’
‘No, sir.’
‘You are certain that you did not see it in the hands of any of the passengers?’
‘Yes, sir.’
‘Albert Davis.’
The younger steward took the stand.
‘You are Albert Davis of 23 Barcome Street, Croydon. You are employed by Universal Airlines, Ltd?’
‘Yes, sir.’
‘You were on duty on the Prometheus as second steward on Tuesday last?’
‘Yes, sir.’
‘What was the first that you knew of the tragedy?’
‘Mr Mitchell, sir, told me that he was afraid something had happened to one of the passengers.’
‘Have you ever seen this before?’
The blowpipe was handed to Davis.
‘No, sir.’
‘You did not observe it in the hands of any of the passengers?’
‘No, sir.’
‘Did anything at all happen on the journey that you think might throw light on this affair?’
‘No, sir.’