"Yes."
"Then you heard a scream?"
"Yes."
"And turning, saw Louis fall to the ground with a knife sticking in him?"
"Yes."
"But you did not see the blow struck?"
"No."
"It might have been done by himself?"
"Now, look 'ere, guv'nor," said Jack, slipping out of the imaginary witness-box, "is that likely?"
"Why not, Jack? I will put it in this way. They quarrel and threaten each other. 'You low-bred thief,' cries Louis, 'you shall die in the hulks!' 'You fool,' cries Maxwell, 'take that for your pains!' And he lets drive with his fist at Louis' face. At that precise moment Louis, with a knife in his hand, makes a drive at Maxwell. The collision diverts his aim, and the knife is jammed into his own breast instead of Maxwell's. How does that strike you?"