"If the others have no better proofs than that, sir, God will demand at your hands an account of these terrible accusations."
After a silent reflection for some moments, Paula resumed,—
"Yes, yes, now I remember the circumstance to which you allude, and also another which will entirely exculpate me, and the explanation of which you may ask of Frantz, in whom I know you have entire confidence. I perfectly well remember that after our painful discussion, when you left the pavilion, the tea had not been brought in."
"True; but it was on my return to the kiosk that I found the cup which no doubt you had poured out for me in my absence."
"You mistake. Fortunately the minutest details of that evening are before my eyes at this moment. I left the pavilion after you, and as I was about to descend the steps Frantz was bringing in the tea, which he put down on a table before me, and then followed me to the house, where I kept him occupied for the rest of the evening. Ask him instantly, and may I die this moment if he will contradict a word that I say!"
"Who, then, could have put the poison in the cup?"
"I only profess to clear myself, and riot to develope this horrid mystery."
"You will be exculpated unquestionably should Frantz confirm what you have said. But the attempt at assassination at the lone inn on the road to Geneva?"
"After your first suspicion," said Paula, smiling bitterly, "this does not surprise me. Still, you must remember that I was sleeping soundly, and that you had some trouble to arouse me from my slumber. As to the attentions I paid you after this terrible event, I did not suppose you suspected them!"
"But the stiletto which belonged to you, and which was the weapon that committed the crime?"