You did not do it, I know: ergo, she did! Can any logic be plainer?
That is the reason I think so, Bigot."
"But how has it been accomplished, Cadet? Have you any theory? SHE
can not have done it with her own hand."
"Why, there is only one way that I can see. We know she did not
do the murder herself, therefore she has done it by the hand of
another. Here is proof of a confederate, Bigot,--I picked this up
in the secret chamber." Cadet drew out of his pocket the fragment
of the letter torn in pieces by La Corriveau. "Is this the
handwriting of Angelique?" asked he.
Bigot seized the scrap of paper, read it, turned it over and
scrutinized it, striving to find resemblances between the writing
and that of every one known to him. His scrutiny was in vain.
"This writing is not Angelique's," said he. "It is utterly unknown
to me. It is a woman's hand, but certainly not the hand of any
woman of my acquaintance, and I have letters and billets from almost
every lady in Quebec. It is proof of a confederate, however, for
listen, Cadet! It arranges for an interview with Caroline, poor
girl! It was thus she was betrayed to her death.
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