On the 15th, at eight o’clock in the morning, her trial began before the Revolutionary Tribunal. A murmur ran through the hall as she appeared in her gown of grey-striped dimity, composed and calm—always calm.
The trial opened with the examination of witnesses; into that of the cutler, who had sold her the knife, she broke impatiently.
“These details are a waste of time. It is I who killed Marat.”
The audience gasped, and rumbled ominously. Montane turned to examine her.
“What was the object of your visit to Paris?” he asks.
“To kill Marat.”
“What motives induced you to this horrible deed?”
“His many crimes.”
“Of what crimes do you accuse him?”
“That he instigated the massacre of September; that he kept alive the fires of civil war, so that he might be elected dictator; that he sought to infringe upon the sovereignty of the People by causing the arrest and imprisonment of the deputies to the Convention on May 31st.”