“Go on without further blasphemies.”
“Well then, I grieve to say that it is my painful duty to arrest thee on a charge of murder.”
“Of murder!” cried all three.
“Yes, of the murder of his aunt, the late lamented Lady of Walderne.”
“Good heavens!” cried the knight and mayor.
“Oh heaven and earth, this slander hear!” said Martin.
“Do not swear, it misbecomes a friar.”
“Thou didst murder her thyself.”
“Nay: who gave her the sleeping draught the last night? I have just discovered that it contained poison supplied by the old witch who lived here, and whom I have duly punished by fire. But whose hand, administered it?”
Martin turned pale.