THE EXAMINATION OF MRS. PREEDY, CONTINUED FROM THE "EVENING MOON."
Mr. White Lush: You are quite confident in your own mind that the letter
is no longer in existence.
Witness: I can't swear to that, sir.
Mr. White Lush: You swear that you know nothing of it whatever?
Witness: Yes, sir.
Mr. White Lush: Now, what were the contents of the letter?
Witness: It were to inform me that the droring-rooms had bolted----
Magistrate: Bolted?
Witness: Run away, and wasn't coming back, and that I might 'elp myself
to what was in the trunk to pay my bill.
Mr. White Lush: Did you help yourself?
Witness: The meanness! I went up to the droring-room, and opened the
trunk.
Mr. White Lush: Was it locked?
Witness: It were, sir.
Mr. White Lush: How did you open it?
Witness: With a poker.
Mr. White Lush: What did you find in it?
Witness: Bricks.
Mr. White Lush: Nothing else?
Witness: Not a blessed thing.
Mr. White Lush: What occurred then?
Witness: I were overcome with a 'orrid suspicion.
Mr. White Lush: Concerning what?
Witness: My second floorer.
Magistrate: Is that a poetical image, Mr. Lush?
Mr. White Lush (smiling): I really cannot say. This is a case with very
little poetry in it. (To witness): Your second floorer? Do you mean your
tenant on the second floor?
Witness: That were my meaning, sir.
Mr. White Lush: And acting on your horrid suspicion, you----
Witness: Run up stairs as fast as my legs would carry me.
Mr. White Lush: What did you discover? That your second floorer had run
away?
Witness (very solemnly): He 'ad, sir.
Mr. White Lush: Did you open his trunk?
Witness: I did, sir.
Magistrate: With your universal key--the poker?
Witness: Yes, sir.
Mr. White Lush: That trunk, surely, was not also full of bricks?
Witness: I am sorry to inform you, sir, it were.
Magistrate: A singular coincidence.
Mr. White Lush: The witness's two lodgers were evidently regular bricks.
(Great laughter.) Were your drawing rooms and your second floorer on
terms of intimacy?
Witness: Not as I was aware on, sir.
Mr. White Lush: What did you do then?
Witness: I went out to speak to a neighbour.
Mr. White Lush: To tell her of your misfortunes?
Witness: Yes, sir.
Mr. White Lush: At what time did you return to your house?
Witness: It were eleven o'clock, sir--striking as I opened the door. I
stood on the steps, and counted the strokes: One--Two--Three----
Mr. White Lush: That will do. We will imagine the clock has struck.
While you were out, did you observe anything unusual in the next house,
No. 119?
Witness: Nothink, sir.
Mr. White Lush: You saw no strangers prowling about?
Witness: I did not, sir. Somebody pushed agin me--
Mr. White Lush: Yes?
Witness: It were Mr. Simpson, dining room, three doors off, in his usual
condition. He always comes 'ome so.
Mr. White Lush: Did he speak to you?
Witness: He growled at me.
Mr. White Lush: What did you do then?
Witness: I went down to the kitchen, and fell into a doze.
Mr. White Lush: For how long did you doze?
Witness: I can't rightly say, sir. About arf-an-hour, perhaps.
Mr. White Lush: Was there a candle alight in the kitchen when you fell
asleep?
Witness: Yes, sir.
Mr. White Lush: Was it a whole candle?
Witness: No, sir, it were arf burnt down.
Mr. White Lush: What kind of candles do you burn in your kitchen?
Witness: Taller dips, sir--twelves.
Mr. White Lush: For about how long will one of these tallow dips burn?
Witness: Three hours and more.
Mr. White Lush: Was the candle you left burning on your kitchen table
when you fell into a doze alight when you awoke?
Witness: It were, sir, and it burnt blue.
Mr. White Lush: What do you mean by that?
Witness: I don't know, sir. It burnt blue. There was something
mysterious about it.
Magistrate: Perhaps the witness smelt sulphur also.
Mr. White Lush: Did you smell sulphur?
Witness: Not as I'm aware on, sir.
Mr. White Lush: When you awoke, was it a natural awaking, or were you
suddenly aroused?
Witness: I were suddenly woke, and I was all of a tremble.
Mr. White Lush: You were frightened by something?
Witness: I were, sir, and I were not.
Mr. White Lush: I do not understand you. Was there anybody or anything
in the room besides yourself?
Witness: I didn't see nothink--not even a mouse.
Mr. White Lush: Then what were you frightened at?
Witness: It were a fancy, perhaps--or a dream that I couldn't remember;
and all at once I 'eerd a scream.
Mr. White Lush: From what direction?
Witness: From the next house, No. 119.
Mr. White Lush: You heard a scream proceeding from 119, the house in
which the murder was committed?
Witness: As near as I can remember, sir.
Mr. White Lush: That is not what I want. You possess the usual number of
senses, I suppose?
Witness: I defy anybody to say anything to the contrairy.
Mr. White Lush: You look like a sensible woman. (Here the witness made
an elaborate curtsey to Mr. White Lush, which occasioned much laughter.)
Your hearing is good?
Witness: It air, sir. Mrs. Beale was saying to me only yesterday
morning, 'Mrs. Preedy,' says she----
Mr. White Lush: Never mind what Mrs. Beale was saying to you. Listen to
what I am saying to you. On the occasion we are speaking of, you heard a
scream?
Witness (after a long pause, during which she seemed to be mentally
asking questions of herself): I think I may wenture to say, sir, I did.
Mr. White Lush: Ah, that is more satisfactory. Now, Mrs. Preedy, attend
to me.
Witness: I'm a-doing of it, sir.
Mr. White Lush: Thank you. Did the scream proceed from a man or a woman?
Witness (with energy): I couldn't tell you, sir, if you went down on
your bended knees.
Mr. White Lush: Reflect a little; take time. You have heard hundreds of
men's and women's voices----
Witness: Thousands, sir.
Mr. White Lush: And a woman of your discernment must have perceived a
difference between them. Women's tones are soft and dulcet; men's,
gruffer and more resonant. It is important we should know whether it was
a man's or a woman's voice you heard?
Witness: It ain't possible for me to say, sir.
Mr. White Lush: Is that really the only answer you can give?
Witness: I'd give you another if I could, sir. It's true I've 'eerd
thousands of men's and women's voices, but I've not been in the 'abit
of 'aving thousands of men and women screaming at me.
Mr. White Lush: Was it a loud scream?
Witness: There was a brick wall between us, and it must 'ave been a loud
scream, or I couldn't have 'eerd it.
Mr. White Lush: What followed?
Witness: Music. Almost on the top of the scream, as a body might say, I
'eerd music.
Mr. White Lush: What instrument was being played upon?
Witness: The pianner, sir. I 'eerd the pianner playing.
Mr. White Lush: That is to say you heard a man or woman playing the
piano?
Witness: I wouldn't swear, sir.
Mr. White Lush: Or a child?
Witness: I wouldn't swear, sir.
Mr. White Lush: But you have sworn. You say that you heard the sound of
a piano?
Witness: I did 'ear it, sir. The pianner was playing.
Mr. White Lush: A piano can't play of itself. You heard a man, or a
woman, or a child, playing the piano?
Witness: Wild 'orses sha'n't tear it from me, sir. It might 'ave been a
spirit.
Mr. White Lush: What do you say to a cat?
Witness: No, sir, it ain't reasonable.
Mr. White Lush: You stick to the spirit, then?
Witness: It might 'ave been.
Mr. White Lush: You believe in spirits?
Witness: I do, sir.
Mr. White Lush: Out of a bottle? (Laughter.)
Magistrate: The witness has the bottle-imp in her mind, perhaps?
(Renewed laughter.)
Mr. White Lush: Very likely. (To witness): Did the spirit you heard
playing come out of a bottle?
Witness (with dignity): I am not in the habit of making a beast of
myself.
Mr. White Lush: But a little drop now and then, eh, Mrs. Preedy?
Witness: As a medicine, sir, only as a medicine. I suffer a martyrdom
from spasms. (Laughter.)
Mr. White Lush: A common complaint, Mrs. Preedy. I suffer from them
myself.
Witness: You look like it, sir. (Screams of laughter.)
Mr. White Lush: For how long a time did the music continue?
Witness: For five or six minutes, perhaps.
Mr. White Lush: Are you sure it did not last for a longer time--or a
shorter?
Witness: No, sir, I am not sure. I was in that state that everythink
seemed mixed up.
Mr. White Lush: The music might have lasted for half-an-hour?
Witness: It might, sir.
Mr. White Lush: Or for only a minute?
Witness: Yes, sir.
Mr. White Lush: When the music stopped, what occurred?
Witness: If you was to feed me on bread and water for the next twenty
years I couldn't tell you.
Mr. White Lush: Why couldn't you tell me?
Witness: Because I don't know whether I was standing on my 'ead or my
'eels. (Roars of laughter.)
Mr. White Lush: Nonsense, Mrs. Preedy, you do know.
Witness: Beggin' your pardon, sir, I do not know. I ought to know
whether I don't know.
Mr. White Lush: Are you standing on your head or your heels at the
present moment?
Witness did not reply.
Magistrate: Do you mean to tell the court seriously that you are not
aware whether, at the time referred to, you were standing on your head
or your heels?
Witness: I wouldn't swear to it, my lordship, one way or another.
Mr. White Lush: What did you do when the music stopped?
Witness: I flopped.
Mr. White Lush: Did you flop on your head or your heels?
Witness: I couldn't take it upon myself to say, sir.
Mr. White Lush: And this is all you know of the murder?
Witness: If you was to keep me 'ere for a month, sir, you couldn't get
nothink else out of me.
Mr. White Lush: I have done with you.
Mr. Goldberry: I shall not detain you long, Mrs. Preedy. Look
attentively at the prisoner. Do you know him?
Witness: No, sir.
Mr. Goldberry: Have you ever seen him in Great Porter Square?
Witness: Neither there or nowheres else. This is the first time I ever
set eyes on 'im.
Mr. Goldberry: You swear that, positively.
Witness: If it were the last word I ever spoke, it's the truth.
Mr. Goldberry: That will do.
Mrs. Preedy left the witness box in a state of great agitation, amid the
tittering of the spectators.
Mr. Goldberry, addressing the Bench, said that he saw in the Court
three of the constables who had been instrumental in arresting the
prisoner, one being the officer who had first observed the prisoner in
Great Porter Square. It was well known that the prisoner had declined
to put a single question to one of the witnesses called on behalf of
the Treasury. He asked to be allowed to exercise the privilege of
cross-examining these constables, and he promised to occupy the court
but a very short time.
No objection being raised, Police-constable Richards entered the witness
box.
Mr. Goldberry: Before you helped to arrest the prisoner in Great Porter
Square, had you ever seen him before?
Witness: It's hard to say.
Mr. Goldberry: It is not hard to say. You would find no difficulty in
replying to such a question if it were to tell against the prisoner
instead of in his favour? I must have an answer. Had you ever seen him
before that night?
Witness: I can't call to mind that I have.
Mr. Goldberry: Do you know anything of him, in his favour or against
him, at this present moment?
Witness: I do not.
Mr. Goldberry: Call Constable Fleming. (Constable Fleming stepped into
the box.) Before the night of the prisoner's arrest had you ever seen
him?
Witness: I can only speak to the best of my knowledge----
Mr. Goldberry: You are not expected to speak from any other knowledge.
You are aware, if that man is put on his trial, that it will be for his
life. I insist upon fair play for him. Had you ever seen him before that
night?
Witness: Not as far as I can remember.
Mr. Goldberry: You have taken a lesson from Mrs. Preedy. Do you know
anything against him now?
Witness: No.
Mr. Goldberry: Call Constable Dick. (Constable Dick stepped into the
box). You have heard the questions I put to the last two witnesses.
They are what I shall substantially put to you. Before the night of the
prisoner's arrest had you ever seen him?
Witness: No.
Mr. Goldberry: Do you know anything of him at the present moment?
Witness: No.
Mr. Goldberry then addressed the bench. The inquiry had already been
adjourned four times, and not a tittle of evidence had been brought
forward to connect the prisoner with the dreadful crime. He was utterly
unknown to the police, who had instigated the charge against him,
and who, being unable to identify him, were deprived the pleasure of
testifying that he belonged to the dangerous classes of society. It
was partly because of this singular aspect of the case that he, Mr.
Goldberry, had voluntarily come forward to defend a man who, upon the
face of the evidence, was innocent of the charge so wildly brought
against him. It appeared to him that liberty of the person was in
danger. It was monstrous that such a power should be exercised by the
police. To be poor, as the accused evidently was, was no crime; to be
forlorn and wretched, as the accused appeared to be, was no crime; but
the police evidently regarded these misfortunes as proofs of guilt. He
applied for the prisoner's discharge.
Mr. White Lush said it was scarcely necessary to say a word in defence
of the police, who, in the exercise of their arduous duties, generally
acted with fair discretion. To discharge the prisoner at this stage
of the proceedings would not unlikely defeat the ends of justice. He
understood that the police were on the track of some important evidence
regarding the prisoner in connection with the crime, and he asked for an
adjournment for a week.
The prisoner, who, during the entire proceedings, had not uttered a
word, was remanded, and the case was adjourned until this day week.