“I was returning to my home in Georgetown, on the evening of May the eleventh, the day of the great tragedy. My wife was ill, and I had been into town to see a physician and should have gone directly home; but I was curious to see how high the flood was running—you remember it was over the banks that night. So I wandered out on the bridge, and came upon the gentleman about whom you have been questioning me. He was standing all alone leaning on the rail thus.” Here the speaker drew up a chair, and, crossing his arms over its back, bent his head down over them. “I did not know him, but the way he eyed the water leaping and boiling in a yellow flood beneath was not the way of a curious man like myself, but of one who was meditating some desperate deed. He was handsome and well dressed, but he looked a miserable wretch and was in a state of such complete self-absorption that he did not notice me, though I had stopped not five feet from his side. I expected to see him throw himself over, but instead of that, he suddenly raised his head and, gazing straight before him, not at the heavy current, but at some vision in his own mind, broke forth in these words, spoken as I had never heard words spoken before—”
Here the speaker’s stuttering got the better of him and the district attorney had time to say:
“What were these words? Speak them slowly; we have all the time there is.”
Instantly the man plucked up heart and, eying us all impressively, was able to say:
“They were these: ‘She must die! she must die!’ No name, but just the one phrase twice repeated, ‘She must die!’ This startled me, and hardly knowing whether to lay hands on him, or to turn about and run, I was moving slowly away, when he drew his arms from the rail, like this, and, still staring into space, added, in the same hard and determined voice, this one word more, ‘To-night!’; and, wheeling about, passed me with one blank and wholly unconscious look and betook himself toward the city. As he went by, his lips opened for the third time. ‘Which means—’ he cried, between a groan and a shriek, ‘a bullet for her and—’ I wish I had heard the rest, but he was out of my hearing before his sentence was finished.”
“What time was this?”
“As near half-past five as possible. It was six when I reached home a few minutes later.”
“Ah, he must have gone to the cemetery after this.”
“I am quite sure of it.”
“Why didn’t you follow the man?” grumbled Durbin.