Part 36 (1/2)

”Certainly not!” cried Mr. Skinner. ”Janosh St. Vilmoshy--for the court ought not to deal in slang and in nicknames--Janosh St. Vilmoshy, I say, is an honest man. Ever since he was dismissed from gaol, he has led a better life. He has cut Viola and his gang; and, in short, done his best to blow upon the prisoner.”

”Very well!” said Volgyeshy; ”for the sake of argument we will grant that this fellow, Tzifra, or Janosh St. Vilmoshy, or whatever his name may be, is an honest man, after having been a robber all his life, and after having pa.s.sed the greater part of it in the county gaol. Now what does he depose? Firstly, that Viola informed him of his intention to commit the robbery. Now this is incredible, if we are to believe that the witness spurned his former a.s.sociates, and turned to an honest life.

But let us go on. Why, if this Janosh St. Vilmoshy knew of the intended robbery, why did he not step in and prevent it?”

”Yes! yes! this time you are wrong, Skinner,” said Kishlaki; ”he cannot possibly be an honest man.”

Mr. Skinner looked confounded. Volgyeshy went on:--

”In the second instance, the witness declares that on the night of the robbery he walked up to the village of Tissaret, when he was startled by the report of a gun and by Viola's appearance, who ran past him carrying the said gun in his hand. Now why did the witness go to Tissaret? Why was he not at Dustbury, to vote at the election? How does it happen that no one saw him at Tissaret? and why did he come all the way from Dustbury, and at night too, unless he had some business of some kind with somebody in the village?”

”Indeed this looks very suspicious, very suspicious,--on my soul it does!” said Kishlaki; and the a.s.sessor, taking a pinch of snuff, declared that their best plan would be to arrest Tzifra too, and to put him in irons.

”Very well. Now all I ask is, where are your credible witnesses? You ought to have two, you know,” said Volgyeshy, with a great feeling of superiority.

”Ah!” said the a.s.sessor. ”A most judicious remark, on my soul! We cannot at present proceed against Tzifra, because we want his evidence.”

”But we can never ground a capital sentence on the evidence of such a person!”

”You have no vote, sir!” replied Zatonyi; ”and we, who have a vote, do not ask your advice. Had we not better send for the prisoner?” added he, turning to Kishlaki.

Volgyeshy sighed, and the court had just resolved to send for the prisoner, when it was said that two witnesses wished to be examined, and, the president having given his permission, the old Liptaka entered the apartment. The old woman made no mention of the fact of her having seen Viola in Tissaret on the night of the robbery. She protested that the prisoner was under such great obligations to the notary, that he could not possibly have been guilty of so atrocious a crime; and further, that Viola, whose wife was her friend and relative, had many weeks ago informed her of a plot to steal the notary's papers, bidding her at the same time put the notary on his guard.

”And who did Viola say were they that intended to steal the papers?”

said Mr. Skinner, with a sneer.

”He did not mention any names, but he spoke of some great people.”

”Stuff and nonsense!” cried Mr. Catspaw.

”I swear it; it's the truth!” said the old woman. ”I've told it on my oath, and I would not tell a lie,--no, not for all the treasures on earth!”

”Did you give Viola's message to the notary?”

The woman was silent.

”Speak out, my good woman!” said Kishlaki; ”you have no cause to fear.”

”I know it, sir, and I cannot tell a lie, though I would. I will confess that I did not say any thing to the notary, because I was afraid old Tengelyi would send Susi away, if he were to know that Viola had entered his house.”

Messrs. Skinner and Catspaw looked at each other and smiled.

”Is this all you have to say?” asked Mr. Catspaw.

”Yes, sir.”

”Very well; you may go.”

She was followed by the smith, who deposed that after the report of the gun he hastened to the notary's house, and pursued the murderer, whom he identified as Tzifra. He swore that the person he had pursued was Tzifra, not Viola.