Witness: That is the man (rising and pointing to the prisoner Fornajo).
Advocate: Continue your narrative.
Witness: I went on to Posilipo, and there took a cup of coffee and retired to my bedroom. Feeling then a little better, and thinking that my friend Calvotti would wonder at my absence, I walked back towards the city, hoping to meet him. It was then broad moonlight. Where I had last seen Grammont and the prisoner Fornajo I saw them both again. Grammont was lying motionless upon the ground, and Fornajo was bending above him. I suspected foul play, and ran forward. Fornajo arose and turned upon me. I don't know who first attacked the other. We struggled together, and he broke away. I then turned to Grammont.
The Witness here gave signs of deep emotion.
Advocate: Had any suspicion of murder up to this time occurred to you?
Witness: None.
Advocate: I must trouble you by reviving a painful memory. You had a brother who died in your childhood?
Witness (speaking with a great effort): I had.
Advocate: How did he die?
Witness: By his own hand.