“The law has him committed for the murder of yourself: and that is the third crime,” says the miller.
“And a false charge, too, seeing you saved me in that ill hour. I am thinking I’d do well to be giving evidence in a court of law, for it’s maybe an inglorious death they’ll be giving him,” says she.
“Isn’t that what he laid out for yourself?” asks the miller.
“It is surely, whatever madness came on him. But I have a good wish for him the whole time.”
“If that is the way of it we had best be setting out,” says he.
The lady and the miller travelled overland, it being a shorter journey nor the one they were after coming by sea. When they got to the court of law wasn’t the judge after condemning M‘Carthy; and it was little the poor gentleman cared for the sentence of death was passed on him.
“My life is bitter and poisoned on me,” says he; “maybe the grave is the best place.”
With that the lady M‘Carthy stood up in the court and gave out that she had not been destroyed at all, for the miller saved her from the sea.
They began the whole trial over again, and herself told how she planned the elopement, and her father had no case at all. She could not tell why M‘Carthy was wishful to destroy her, and he had kept all to himself at the first trial. But by degrees all was brought to light: the villainy of the Englishman and the deceit was practised on them by him and the servant girl.
It was decreed that the money was to be restored by that villain, and the Jew was to get his payment out of it.