"Why, sir, there's been a gentleman, Mr. Craven Le Noir, shot. He has

been taken to the Antlers, where he lies in articulus mortis, and we

wish him to be confronted with Miss Capitola Black, the young woman

here present, that he may identify her, whom he accuses of having shot

six charges into him, before his death. She needn't deny it, because he

is ready to swear to her!" said Mr. Merry, who constituted himself

spokesman.

"She accuses herself," said the magistrate, in dismay.

"Then, sir, had she not better be taken at once to the presence of Mr.

Le Noir, who may not have many minutes to live?"

"Yes, come along," said Cap. "I only gave myself up to wait for this;

and as he is already at hand, let's go and have it all over, for I have

been riding about in this frosty morning air for three hours, and I

have got a good appetite, and I want to go home to breakfast."

"I am afraid, young woman, you will scarcely get home to breakfast this

morning," said Mr. Merry.

"We'll see that presently," answered Cap, composedly, as they all left

the office, and crossed the street to the Antlers.

They were conducted by the landlord to a chamber on the first floor,

where upon a bed lay stretched, almost without breath or motion, the

form of Craven Le Noir. His face was still covered with blood, that the

bystanders had scrupulously refused to wash off until the arrival of

the magistrate. His complexion, as far as it could be seen, was very

pale. He was thoroughly prostrated, if not actually dying.

Around his bed were gathered the village doctor, the landlady and

several maid-servants.

"The squire has come, sir; are you able to speak to him?" asked the

landlord, approaching the bed.

"Yes, let him swear me," feebly replied the wounded man, "and then send

for a clergyman."

The landlady immediately left to send for Mr. Goodwin, and the

magistrate approached the head of the bed, and, speaking solemnly,

exhorted the wounded man, as he expected soon to give an account of the

works done in his body, to speak the truth, the whole truth, and

nothing but the truth, without reserve, malice or exaggeration, both as

to the deed and its provocation.

"I will I will--for I have sent for a minister and I intend to try to

make my peace with heaven," replied Le Noir.

The magistrate then directed Capitola to come and take her stand at the

foot of the bed, where the wounded man, who was lying on his back,

could see her without turning.




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