Judge. At what distance from him did you fire your first shot?
Prisoner. I can’t tell.
Judge. Perhaps he was not running when you fired.
Prisoner. I saw him running.
Judge. In what position was your wife?
Prisoner. She was leaning on my left arm, and the man was on the right side of the carriage.
Judge. The shot must have been fired à bout portant, because it burned the eyebrows and lashes entirely. The assassin must have passed his pistol across your breast.
Prisoner. The shot was not fired so close; I am convinced of it: professional gentlemen will prove it.
Judge. That is what you pretend, because you understand perfectly the consequences of admitting the fact. Your wife was hit with two balls—one striking downwards, to the right, by the nose, the other going horizontally through the cheek, to the left.
Prisoner. The contrary will be shown by the witnesses called for the purpose.