"Yes--I went up then--to drive them off."

"The dogs?"

"Yes."

"Well--?"

"When I got there it was quite dark. I found my husband's flint
and steel and struck a spark. I saw him lying there. He was
dead."

"And the dogs?"

"The dogs were gone."

"Gone--where to?"

"I don't know. There was no way out--and there were no dogs at
Kerfol."

She straightened herself to her full height, threw her arms above
her head, and fell down on the stone floor with a long scream.
There was a moment of confusion in the court-room. Some one on
the bench was heard to say: "This is clearly a case for the
ecclesiastical authorities"--and the prisoner's lawyer doubtless
jumped at the suggestion.

After this, the trial loses itself in a maze of cross-questioning