Chapter Thirty One.
By whose Hand?
“This is a most remarkable statement,” observed the judge, regarding the woman keenly. “You swear positively that the prisoner was not the murderer?”
“Yes, my lord.”
“Then surely you would be able to recognise the man whom you assert stabbed your mistress? Have you seen him since?”
“Never.”
“Don’t tell me his name, but answer me; do you know it?”
“No; my mistress always called him Victor, and told me, whenever he came, to announce him as Monsieur. He, too, always addressed her by her Christian name.”
“Why did you not give information to the police at the time?” asked his lordship.
“Because I should have been prosecuted for robbery,” she replied, confusedly.