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Yes—you were down in the cellar, and told me to bring up these, and give them to Shepstone out the back way. Did Shepstone say any thing to you? No—he was coming in the back way, standing there, and I ran and gave him the basket. I think Shepstone took them honestly, for Brinkley was in the habit of taking out nuts, from time to time, to grocers, and he might have said to Shepstone, "Carry these out for me"—Shepstone did not tell me so—he said that Brinkley gave them to him.
I live in Silver-street, Wood-street, and am a cigar-merchant. The prisoner was my town-traveller—he collected money for me, which he should pay to me next morning—he has not paid me 1 l. I am a tobacconist, and live in Plummer-street. On the 28th of September I paid the prisoner 1 l. About seven years ago I entered into an agreement with Mr. Saunderson, as his agent, for the sale of his cigars, my only remuneration being the surplus in the price for which I sold them—I was not to receive any salary, nor any stated commission—I was to consider myself liable to part of the bad debts—on being first engaged, he was in want of a connexion—I procured him one—the cash I expended was considerable—I not only procured him a good business in town, but actually purchased a horse and cart, to increase the same in Kent and Surrey—the income I got was about 3 l.
He was to have a commission but no salary—he was not an agent, he had a commission on the goods—we never credited him a penny—he was employed as a servant—he has procured me part of my connexion, and he has kept a horse and cart at his own expense—he had two children, one of them is dead. I am a widow, and live in Portpool-lane. I work at cloth caps—on the 9th of November, the day the Queen came into the City, I was at the corner of the Old Bailey, near Ludgate-hill, between two and three o'clock, standing on the edge of the pavement with a friend—I felt somebody pulling up my clothes—I put my hand down to try to put them down, and they were forced up more—I put my hand down.
I was on duty—the prosecutrix called for assistance—she had hold of the prisoner's collar with one hand, and the pocket in the other—she said he had turned her petticoats up, and torn her pocket off—the prisoner's coat was torn from the elbow down. Prisoner's Defence, I stood there five or ten minutes—she said if there was a policeman she would give me in charge—I said "I have not touched your pocket," and I was four feet from her when the policeman came—I said "I am the person charged with the robbery," and walked to him—nobody had hold of my collar—as I was pushing into the crowd, I saw something white on the pavement, I stooped down to pick it up, and the woman caught hold of my arm.
I am a farmer, and live at South Mimms.
I have lost hay from time to time, and on the 23rd of October I sat up to watch—the hay was in a shed in the rick-yard—about half-past two o'clock in the morning, the prisoner came into the shed and took a truss of hay—I let him go across the field, about two hundred yards from the shed, and then collared him—he said he hoped I would forgive him, and he would never come again—I took him to his father, who is a labourer, and lives about one hundred and fifty yards from me—I left him there, and went for him next morning, but he was gone—I gave information to the police, and he was apprehended on the 13th of November—I never heard any thing wrong of him before.
I am an officer. The prosecutor gave me information, and I was looking for the prisoner until the 13th of November, when I apprehended him at his father's house.
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The HON. I am a constable. On the 31st of October, about half-past ten o'clock in the morning, I went to No. The street-door was not fastened—it was wide open, and the landlady can prove it.
It was fastened. I accompanied Reynolds—I was not in a situation to see him burst the door open, but I followed him up stairs, and observed the prisoner on a chair, and Reynolds holding her—there was a very strong fire in the grate, and on the top of the fire this saucepan-lid, and in it was this mould quite hot—I took it off—it had the impressions downwards.
I accompanied Reynolds and Duke to the house—I was immediately behind Reynolds—the street door was shut, and as soon as he put the crow bar to the top, it went open—I cannot say whether it was locked—it might have been unlocked—there was no handle outside that I saw—I followed Duke up stairs—as soon as the prisoner was seated, I searched the place—in a cupboard by the side of the fire-place I found a paper bag containing a quantity of plaster of Paris; and on the hob a pipkin with three pieces of white metal in it, hard, and a tobacco-pipe—under the grate I found three pieces of broken mould, which appeared to have been used, and on the mantel-piece this small file, with white metal in the teeth of it—I asked the prisoner who the things belonged to—she said they were hers—she said the goods in the house were hers—I said "Whose things are these?
Sherman—she did not exactly know where he lived—I said "Do you owe him any rent? Yes, it is in the box," and there I found it. I am Inspector of Coin to the Mint, and am in the habit of examining materials for coining. I have seen a great many moulds—this is a plaster of Paris mould intended for casting counterfeit half-crowns—it is impressed with the figure and apparent resemblance of the obverse side of half-a-crown; and the other half has the impression of the reverse side—it is usual to keep the mould hot while casting—the bag has plaster of Paris in it—the metal in the pipkin is white metal, which appears like Britannia metal—one piece appears to have been made in a mould, but not in this mould—the others are in the shape of a mould, but have no impression—whatever was on it has been scraped off—a pipkin is usually used to melt the metal, and tobacco-pipes are used to lade the metal out into the mould—the file has white metal in the teeth of it—it is used to take off the rough edge of the coin.
I am a builder, and live in Paradise-row, Bethnal-green. The house, No.
I live at No. I have known the prisoner rather better than three years—I lived with him that time—he is a shoemaker by trade—he lived at No. When you met the prisoner this day, he wanted to go with you to your lodging?
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He asked where I lived, and wanted to go in with me—I have told all he said previous to my getting to the door—there was no one present that I know of when he prevented my closing the door on him—I was within the door at the time he put his foot against the door—I was behind it trying to shut it, trying to push it against him—I cannot say whether he put his hand on my shoulder to push me back, that he might get in—when he got in he laid hold of me by the shoulder—he pulled me from behind the door—I did not push him back when he got partly in—I had not hold of his handkerchief before he stabbed me—I was not much excited or angry at the time, nor was I pleased—I was not displeased—I was doing my utmost to keep him out.
I did not want him in I was as cool and collected as I am now—I had. Was that after the examination was over? I and my husband lodge in the parlour of this house, in Castle-street. On the 18th of October, while I was in the parlour, I heard the cry of "Murder," and went out—I saw the prisoner there—he had hold of the prosecutrix by the front of her bonnet, holding her down, and was stabbing her through the crown—this is the bonnet, and here is the hole in the crown— showing it —I took hold of her by the shoulder, and said, "Come away from him;" and as I pulled her, he struck her with the knife in the back part of the neck—the knife drew out, and I pulled her away from him—I saw him strike her twice—she had hold of his handkerchief, and he said, "You b—let me go"—he cut the corners of the handkerchief off, and then ran out of doors down Cock-lane—I ran out after him as quick as I could, and he was stopped by a a miller.
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When you came out, hearing the cry, what part of the passage were they in? Close against my door, and as close to the street door as could be—it was open—there is a little entrance before you can get to my door, and he was standing inside that—it was the cry of "Murder" which made me come out of my door, but I had seen him in the Broadway before. On the 18th of October, I was in my own house—I sent my wife out for something, and came out at the door to look for her—I saw a man and woman standing at the door of No.
When you first saw them, were they not scuffling? I came to the door as she went in, and can scarcely say—I did not go up to the door till I heard the scream—they were scuffling at the door—he seemed forcing his way in—she was then going in—I could not perceive at that distance whether she was preventing him—I was examined.
Do you mean by scuffling that one was shoving the door to get in, and the other shoving it to keep him out? Yes—I saw him shoving the door—she was going in at the door. The prisoner was stopped by one or two private individuals—I did not see him stopped—I took him back to No. I am house-surgeon to St. Bartholomew's Hospital. The prosecutrix was brought there on the 18th of October 1—I found five wounds on the upper part of her body—there were two on the head, and one on the back part of the neck, on the left side—the one on the neck was about an inch in length—there was One in front of the throat, on the right side, about the same length, and one on the left shoulder—I considered she was in danger at the time—she was under my care about a fortnight—they were stabs from a sharp instrument.
I live in Darkhouse-lane, Billingsgate, in the parish of St. Mary-at-hill—mine is a night house. I am the prosecutor's wife.
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My husband got up early in the morning on the 2nd of November—I had seen the handkerchief about eleven o'clock, when I went to bed, on a chair close by the bed-room door—I was awoke when my husband got op—I know this to he the handkerchief—I have my own marking on it—I can positively swear the door was shut when my husband went down—I was awake, and saw him shut it after he went out—I am quite sure it was on the latch—I was awoke afterwards by the glare of A.
I suppose—I saw somebody at the foot of the bed stooping down—I thought it was my husband, and asked him what he was looking for—the person turned round as he was going towards the dressing table—he went towards the door and left the room—I gave an alarm, and my husband came up—the handkerchief had been placed over some clothes the day before, and when I went to bed I took hold of it and placed it further on the chair.
I was sent for to Mr.
Partridge's house on Tuesday morning, the 2nd of November, between five and six o'clock—an officer had been there before me—I went with the prosecutor into the room, and found the prisoner in bed—he was very reluctant to get up, and while he was getting up they searched his clothes, and found three sovereigns, four half-crowns, 3 s.
Prisoner's Defence written. I was rather intoxicated when I went to the house—I called for some coffee and went to bed—I dropped a sixpence, but did not miss it till I got up stairs, when I searched for it but could not find it, after being in bed about five minutes the alarm was given, and the sixpence I had lost was found in my umbrella—nearly at the same time I went to bed two females went up stairs—all was quiet till half-past six o'clock, when the handkerchief was found under the bed—if I had known it was there I could not have slept, besides there was time to have eaten it if I was guilty—the landlady said at first that the man had a great-coat on in the room, but afterwards said she saw somebody crawling on his hands and knees.
I sent for an officer first who is not here now—the prisoner did not say any thing about losing sixpence—we found a sixpence in his umbrella when the officer examined it—but I did not hear the prisoner say he had lost one before that—there were no women in the house besides my own family—we had two men lodgers.
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I told the officer the man had a coat on, and a brass candlestick in his hand—I believe I said a frock-coat—we had but two brass candlesticks, one was in my room, and the prisoner had the other in his room—when I went into it I saw it there, and am sure the person in my room had a brass candlestick in his hand—I said so before I saw him—he went out stooping, and I believe he went out on his hands and knees. I found the sixpence in his umbrella—he said nothing about losing one, but he said afterwards that when he counted his money he should have missed it. Andrew by the Wardrobe, 1 watch, value 20 s.
I am a tailor, and live on St. Andrew's-hill, Doctors Commons. The prisoner William Stewardson is my son—he is fourteen years old—on the 16th of this month, between six and seven. I am the prosecutor's son. I went in search of my brother, and found him next morning in a cab, near London-bridge, coming down to the steam-wharf—I gave him in charge, and went with the officer to Hockley's house, whose father promised he should appear next day at the office, and we did not take him. I believe he did appear before the Magistrate?
Yes—the first day, and was allowed to go at large on his father's promise, but he did not come next day till the Magistrate sent for him. I am street-keeper of Candle wick Ward. I went with the last witness to Hockley's, and asked him if he knew young Stewardson—he said, "Yes"—I asked if he had been with him the day before—he said, "Yes"—I asked him if he had any thing about him—he said "Yes, "and gave me this knife—I asked if he had any money—he said not, and I found none on him—I took Stewardson into custody while he was settling with the caiman—I took him into a coffee-shop, and said, "You have robbed your father of some money"—he said "Yes, I have"—I said, "Have you any money left?
Stewardson's house is in the parish of St. Andrew by the Wardrobe. I keep an eating-house at Greenwich. The two prisoners came to my house on the 16th of November, about a quarter past ten o'clock—they had something to eat, and paid me 1 s. Orchard sent for me—I received the note, and dirk, and box of shot from her.