She was about to hold out her hand to him to say good-bye, when there was a noise without, a knocking at the door, then it was flung open, and Tardif, intoxicated, entered followed by two constables, with Fournel's servant vainly protesting.
"Here she is," Tardif said to the officers of the law, pointing to Madelinette.

"It was her set the fellow on to shoot me.

I had the will she stole from him," he added, pointing to Fournel.
Distressed as Madelinette was, she was composed and ready.
"The man was dismissed my employ--" she began, but Fournel interposed.
"What is this I hear about shooting and a will ?" he said sternly.
"What will!" cried Tardif.

"The will I brought you from Pontiac, and Madame there followed, and her servant shot me.

The will I brought you, M'sieu'.