"It wasn't his revolver, it was the husband's; that's why he was reprieved. It was argued that the weapon was in the room, that on the spur of the moment he picked it up and shot him."
"Oh," said Brack meditatively. "I suppose it never occurred to you, or the larned judge, or the blessed jury, that some one else might have shot him."
Carl laughed.
"Who else could have shot him?"
"It's not for me to say; I'm not clever enough. She might 'a' done it."
"Who?"
"The wife."
"What nonsense! He confessed he did it."
"Eh!" exclaimed Brack.
"I say he confessed he fired the shot."