Merry and his men to pick him up, while I came here to
answer for myself!"
"Unfortunate girl! And how can you answer for such a dreadful deed?"
exclaimed the utterly confounded magistrate.
"Oh, as to the dreadfulness of the deed, that depends on
circumstances," said Cap, "and I can answer for it very well! He
made addresses to me. I refused him. He slandered me. I challenged
him. He insulted me. I shot him!"
"Miserable young woman, if this be proved true, I shall have to
commit you!"
"Just as you please," said Cap, "but bless your soul, that won't
help Craven Le Noir a single bit!"
As she spoke several persons entered the office in a state of high
excitement--all talking at once, saying:
"That is the girl!"
"Yes, that is her!"
"She is Miss Black, old Warfield's niece."
"Yes, he said she was," etc., etc., etc.
"What is all this, neighbors, what is all this?" inquired the
troubled magistrate, rising in his place.
"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.
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