Being duly sworn, he testified that he had been startled by loud screams from the room below his chamber; and that on rushing down into that room, he had found Mrs. Rosa Blondelle bleeding from a wound in her chest, and supported in the arms of Mr. Lyon Berners, who was in the act of bearing her across the room to the sofa, on which he then laid her.
"Was there any one else in the room?" inquired the prosecuting attorney, seeing that the witness had paused.
"Mrs. Berners was there."
"Describe her appearance."
"She was very much agitated, as was quite natural."
"Had she anything in her hand?".
"Yes," answered Clement Pendleton, who never added a word against Sybil that he could honestly keep back.
"Witness, you are here to tell the whole truth, without reservation. What was it that the prisoner held in her hand?"
"A dagger—the dagger," added poor Clement Pendleton recklessly; "with which the unknown assassin had killed Mrs. Blondelle."
"Stay, stay! we are going a little too fast here. Are you prepared to swear that you know, of your own knowledge, that some person other than the prisoner at the bar 'killed Mrs. Blondelle?'"