As it was easy to verify these latter assertions, they despatched people to the spot; and there the body was found, with the piece of stuff over his head, exactly as she described. But when they asked her how she knew all this, she could only answer, “I don’t know.” “But you know who killed him?” “Not exactly: it is the same woman that put out his eyes; but, perhaps, he will tell me her name to-night; and if he does, I will tell it to you.” “Whom do you mean by _he_?” “Why, Michel, to be sure!” During the whole of the following night, without allowing her to suspect their intention, they watched her; and it was observed that she never lay down, but sat upon the bed in a sort of lethargic slumber. Her body was quite motionless, except at intervals, when this repose was interrupted by violent nervous shocks, which pervaded her whole frame. On the ensuing day, the moment she was brought before the judge, she declared that she was now able to tell them the name of the assassin. “But stay,” said the magistrate: “did Michel never tell you, when he was alive, how he lost his sight?” “No—but the morning before I was arrested, he promised me to do so; and that was the cause of his death.” “How could that be?” “Last night, Michel came to me, and he pointed to the man hidden behind the scaffolding on which he and I had been sitting. He showed me the man listening to us, when he said, ‘I’ll tell you all about that to-night;’ and then the man——” “Do you know the name of this man?” “It is _Luck_. He went afterward to a broad street that leads down to the harbor, and he entered the third house on the right——” “What is the name of the street?” “I don’t know: but the house is one story lower than the adjoining ones. Luck told Catherine what he had heard, and she proposed to him to assassinate Michel; but he refused, saying, ‘It was bad enough to have burnt out his eyes fifteen years before, while he was asleep at your door, and to have kidnapped him into the country.’ Then I went in to ask charity, and Catherine put a piece of plate into my pocket, that I might be arrested; then she hid herself behind the aqueduct to wait for Michel, and she killed him.” “But, since you say all this, why did you keep the plate—why didn’t you give information?” “But I didn’t see it then. Michel showed it me last night.” “But what should induce Catherine to do this?” “Michel was her husband, and she had forsaken him to come to Odessa and marry again. One night, fifteen years ago, she saw Michel, who had come to seek her. She slipped hastily into her house, and Michel, who thought she had not seen him, lay down at her door to watch; but he fell asleep, and then Luck burnt out his eyes, and carried him to a distance.” “And is it Michel who has told you this?” “Yes: he came, very pale, and covered with blood; and he took me by the hand and showed me all this with his fingers.”