"What happened next?"
"Suddenly—I had not moved—an evil look came in his face. He sprang to the table, and took from the drawer a long, sharp poignard. I remembered it well, for he had it when we were married."
"What did he do then?"
"He raised it in his hand; but I had leaped upon him, and then began a terrible struggle."
The court was excited. Alan and his counsel were almost the only persons who remained perfectly cool.
"It was an unequal struggle?"
"Ah, yes! I became exhausted, and sank to the ground."
"Before or after you were stabbed?"
"He stabbed me as I fell."
"Could it have been an accident?"