istols.'"

Prisoner. "She did."

Judge. "In a manner quite distinct."

Prisoner. "Yes."

Judge. "So distinct that you did not fancy she was hit?"

Prisoner. "Yes; that is the fact."

Judge. "HERE, AGAIN, IS AN IMPOSSIBILITY; and nothing is more precise
than the declaration of the medical men. They affirm that your wife
could not have spoken--their report is unanimous."

Prisoner. "I can only oppose to it quite contrary opinions from
professional men, also: you must hear them."

Judge. "What did your wife do next?"

. . . . . .

Judge. "You deny the statements of the witnesses:" (they related to
Peytel's demeanor and behavior, which the judge wishes to show were
very unusual;--and what if they were?) "Here, however, are some mute
witnesses, whose testimony, you will not perhaps refuse. Near Louis
Rey's body was found a horse-cloth, a pistol, and a whip..... Your
domestic must have had this cloth upon him when he went to assassinate
you: it was wet and heavy. An assassin disencumbers himself of anything
that is likely to impede him, especially when he is going to struggle
with a man as young as himself."

Prisoner. "My servant had, I believe, this covering on his body; it
might be useful to him to keep the priming of his pistol dry."

The president caused the cloth to be opened, and showed that there was
no hook, or tie, by which it could be held together; and that Rey must
have held it with one hand, and, in the other, his whip, and the pistol
with which he intended to commit the crime; which was impossible.

Prisoner. "These are only conjectures."

And what conjectures, my God! upon which to take away the life of a man.
Jeffreys, or Fouquier Tinville, could scarcely have dared to make such.
Such prejudice, such bitter persecution, such priming of the jury, such
monstrous assumptions and unreason--fancy them coming from an impartial
judge! The man is worse than the public accuser.

"Rey," says the Judge, "could not have committed the murder, BECAUSE HE
HAD NO MONEY IN HIS POCKET, TO FLY, IN CASE OF FAILURE." And what is the
precise sum that his lordship thinks necessary for a gentleman to have,
before he makes such an attempt? Are the men who murder for money,
usually in possession of a certain independence before they begin?
How much money was Rey, a servant, who loved wine and women, had been
stopping at a score of inns on the road, and had, probably, an annual
income o