'What's happened ?'says he, and the captain answers him just as he
had answered me: 'It's Count Samoval, and he's kilt. 'But how did
it happen?' says Sir Terence. 'Sure and that's just what I want to
know,' says the captain; 'I found him here.' And then Sir Terence
turns to me, and 'Mullins,' says he, 'just fetch the guard,' and of
course, I went at once."
"Was there any one else present?" asked the prosecutor.
"Not in the quadrangle, sir. But Lady O'Moy was on the balcony of
her room all the time."
"Well, then, you fetched the guard. What happened when you returned?"
"Colonel Grant arrived, sir, and I understood him to say that he
had been following Count Samoval ... "
"Which way did Colonel Grant come?" put in the president.
"By the gate from the terrace."
"Was it open?"
"No, sir. Sir Terence himself went to open the wicket when Colonel
Grant knocked."
Sir Harry nodded and Major Swan resumed the examination.
"What happened next?"
"Sir Terence ordered the captain under arrest."
"Did Captain Tremayne submit at once?"
"Well, not quite at once, sir. He naturally made some bother.
'Good God!' he says, 'ye'll never be after thinking I kilt him? I
tell you I just found him here like this.
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