I waited for his comments.
"You gather from this," said he, "that Carwin is the author of all this misery." "Is it not," answered I, "an unavoidable inference?
But what know you respecting it?
Was it possible to execute this mischief without witness or coadjutor?
I beseech you to relate to me, when and why Mr.Hallet was summoned to the scene, and by whom this disaster was first suspected or discovered.

Surely, suspicion must have fallen upon some one, and pursuit was made." My uncle rose from his seat, and traversed the floor with hasty steps.
His eyes were fixed upon the ground, and he seemed buried in perplexity.
At length he paused, and said with an emphatic tone, "It is true; the instrument is known.

Carwin may have plotted, but the execution was another's.

That other is found, and his deed is ascertained." "Good heaven!" I exclaimed, "what say you?
Was not Carwin the assassin?
Could any hand but his have carried into act this dreadful purpose ?" "Have I not said," returned he, "that the performance was another's?
Carwin, perhaps, or heaven, or insanity, prompted the murderer; but Carwin is unknown.

The actual performer has, long since, been called to judgment and convicted, and is, at this moment, at the bottom of a dungeon loaded with chains." I lifted my hands and eyes.