confess before thee? Shall I make him the narrator of his own tale?”
I started on my feet, and looked round me with fearful glances, as if the murderer was close at hand. “What do you mean?” said I; “put an end, I beseech you, to this suspense.”
“Be not alarmed; you will never more behold the face of this criminal, unless he be gifted with supernatural strength, and sever like threads the constraint of links and bolts. I have said that the assassin was arraigned at the bar, and that the trial ended with a summons from the judge to confess or to vindicate his actions. A reply was immediately made with significance of gesture, and a tranquil majesty, which denoted less of humanity than godhead. Judges, advocates and auditors were panic-struck and breathless with attention. One of the hearers faithfully recorded the speech. There it is,” continued he, putting a roll of papers in my hand, “you may read it at your leisure.”
With these words my uncle left me alone. My curiosity refused me a moment’s delay. I opened the papers, and read as follows.