I stabbed him before he had a chance to turn; when he did turn, I stabbed him in the chest"
"And then in the face?"
"Yes; and then in the face."
"What was Miss Moore doing all this time?"
"She was taken by surprise. So soon as she understood what was happening she rushed to the rescue."
"I suppose, by then, you had stabbed him thirty or forty times. The corpse is disfigured by hundreds of wounds."
"I can't say."
"And, after the rescue, did you continue stabbing him?"
"I did."
"And what did Miss Moore do—nothing?"
"She tried to prevent me—she did all that she could."
"Struggled with you, for instance?"
"Yes."
"Do you say that Miss Moore struggled with you?"
"Look here, Symonds, confound you, and confound your questions! Do you know that I'm beginning to feel like killing you?"
"Steady! Keep a little farther off. You're not the sort of man with whom I should care to
