George W. M. Reynolds

“ The lieutenant made a sign to his follower, who instantly quitted the room.
"There must be some mistake in this, signor," said the old porter, approaching the lieutenant and speaking in a voice tremulous with emotion. "The master whom I serve, and whom you accuse, is incapable of the deed imputed to him."
"Yes. God knows how truly you speak!" ejaculated Wagner, raising his head. "That girl—oh! sooner than have harmed one single hair of her head—— But how know you that it is Agnes who is murdered?" he cried abruptly, turning toward the lieutenant. ”

“ An expression of indescribable horror convulsed the countenance of Fernand; for the question of the officer naturally reminded him of his dreadful fate—the fate of a Wehr-Wolf—although, we should observe, he never remembered, when restored to the form of a man, what he might have done during the long hours that he wore the shape of a ferocious monster. ”

“ His emotions were naturally considered to be corroborative evidence of guilt: and the lieutenant laying his hand upon Wagner's shoulder, said in a stern, solemn manner, "In the name of his highness our prince, I arrest you for the crime of murder!"
"Murder!" repeated Fernand, dashing away the officer's arm; "you dare not accuse me of such a deed!"
"I accuse you of murder, signor," exclaimed the lieutenant. "Within a hundred paces of your dwelling a young lady——"
"A young lady!" cried Wagner, thinking of Agnes, whom he had left in the garden. ”