Doctor, a little more brandy." Barrington apparently would have spoken, but, while the doctor held a glass to the bloodless lips, the magistrate, who took up a strip of paper, signed to him.
"We'll have it in due form.

Give him that book, doctor," he said.
"Now repeat after me, and then we'll take your testimony." It was done, and a flicker of irony showed in Courthorne's half-closed eyes.
"You feel more sure of me after that ?" he said, in a voice that was very faint and strained.

"Still, you see, I could gain nothing by deviating from the truth now.

Well, I shot Trooper Shannon.

You'll have the date in the warrant.