(Niles answers the phone)
Niles: Sheffield residence. Wha? It's the coastguard.
Sylvia: The coastguard? Why would they call?
Niles: The yacht reached its first port and neither Mr. Sheffield or your daughter were onboard.
Sylvia: What does that mean?
Niles: They think they might've fallen off the ship!
Sylvia: Oh my god!
Niles: They found Mr. Sheffield's shoes and robe strewed on the deck.
C.C.: Well that doesn't prove anything.
Niles: Beside an untouched tray of hors d'oeuvres.
Sylvia: MY DAUGHTER IS DEAD!