“Léocadia Faillot.”
“Your age? No lying!”
“Fifty-eight.”
“Married or single?”
“Single.”
“Well, if you adhere to the opinion you expressed this morning, you formally accuse this young man of assassination.”
“But, Monsieur, I am my own accuser,” declared Bruno.
“Pray, do not say that,” cried Sidonie, touching his arm.
“That is to say, I suppose him to be guilty, since he alone had any interest in killing the keeper,” averred Léocadia, in answer to the remark made by the justice.
“So that is your opinion?”