The Sun.
London, England, 1855-09-18 00:00:00

FURTHER PARTICULARS.

On visiting the place of the murder, 15, Parliament-
court, Artillery-passage, Artillery-lane, we found the
neighbourhood still ill an excited state from the tragical
occurrence above named ; and from inquiries made,
which we can confidently state as being reliable, it ap
pears that the deceased and her husband attended an
Irish raffle, where the murderer bad some words with a
man of whom he was jealous, which ended in blows,
and he left the house at half-past 11 o'clock and returned
to his home and went to bed, his wife remaining
behind. At a quarter past five o'clock this morning
(she had returned home, but had not gone to bed) she
called one of her two sons who resided with their pa-
rents to go to work, and he dressed himself and lett
home. At half-past six o'clock she called the second
son, and asked for a light with which to light her pipe.
She afterwards went towards the bed on which
her husband was lying, when be took from underneath
the bed, where he had concealed it, a large pointed
knife, like that used by butchers, and made a thrust at
her, wounding her severely. She made the best of her
way to the door to escape, but of so serious a nature
was the wound, and so copiously did it bleed,
that she sank exhausted on the stairs and died almost
immediately.

The circumstance having arDusod the neighbours me-
dical assistance was immediately sent for, and Mr. Shaw
(Shaw and Floyer) promptly attended, and on examine
ing her pronounced her to bo dead.
The murderer in the mean time escaped from the
house, and about half-past seven o'clock went to Spital-
square Station and saw Police Constable 13 H. The
murderer, who appeared in rather a sullen, half-conscious
state, not having recovered from his night's debauch,
said to the policeman, "I am come to surrender myself
up to you." The policeman asked for what, and he re-
plied, " I've killed my wife this morning."

A reserve man was then sent to his address, and, find
ing his tale to be correct, he was detained in custody.

EXAMINATION OF THE MURDERER.

About half-past two o'clock Daniel Lordon, an Irish-
man, described on the police-sheet as of 48 years of age,
was placed at the bar of Worship-street police-court,
before Mr. D'Eyncouit, charged, on his own confessiont
with wilfully murdering his wife, Catherine Lordon, a,
15, Parliament-court, Artillery-passage, Old Artillery-
ground.
The prisoner was brought from the police-station,
Spital•square, in a cab, followed by a large concourse of
persons, mostly females, eager to get a sight of him.
Pollee sergeant 13 H deposed that about half-past 7
o'clock this morning the prisoner came to the Chapel-
yard station, Spital-square, where witness was on duty,
and said to him, " I surrender myself up to you." He
said to him, " What for ; what have you done ?" and he
replied " I've killed my wife this morning." Witness
called Policeman 59, who was on reserve duty, and di-
rected him to accompany the prisoner to the house and
ascertain if such was the case, and also to send for the
divisional surgeon if required.
Mr. D'Eyncourt—Was the prisoner sober at the time ?
Witness—He appeared to have been drinking. I
could not say he was drunk.
Witness resumed—The prisoner and the constable left
and returned again in about a quarter of an "hour after-
wards. He then entered, the charge on the sheet and
read it over. He said, "That's it."
The prisoner declined putting any questions, to the
witness.

John Jackson, 59 11, deposed that he went with the
prisoner from the station to his residence, in 15, Parlia-
ment-court, Artillery-ground. He heard the statement
made by the prisoner to the last witness. The prisoner
took him into the passage, and on the first landing of
the stairs showed him a woman, who was in a sitting
posture, with her head and arms upon her knees, and
her knees up towards her chin. Prisoner said, "That's
her." Witness took hold of her hand and felt it was
cold. He then lifted her head back and saw in her lap
a pool of congealed blood. He believed she was dead
from her face and hands being cold, and he said to the
prisoner, "How did you do this " He replied, "With
a knife." He asked him if he struck her on the landing,
and he replied " No." He asked him for the knife ; on
which the prisoner said, " Come up stairs,, and I'll give
it to you." Prisoner then went up stairs, witness fol-
lowing, and from the sill of the second-floor front room
window he took a knife and gave it to the witness.
(The knife, a long clasp knife, similar to a butcher's
knife, was produced.) Witness asked him, "Where
had you the knife before striking her ? " and he said
" Here," pointing to between the mattress and the bed.
The knife is covered with blood up to the hilt. The
blood was part wet and part dry. Witness asked him
why he struck her with the knife, and he said " We've
been to a raffle—we had a row." Witness took him
down stairs and back to the station, and sent for Mr.
Mears, the divisional surgeon.
Mr. D'Eyncourt—What state was he in I
Witness—He appeared to have been drinking, and
was excited and shook very much.
Mr. D'Eyncourt—He appeared to have been drinking?
Witness—His whole manner appeared to denote that.
Mr. D'Eyncourt—When you first lifted her head did
you see the wound in the neck ?

Witness—No, I did not, but I did afterwards, when
I assisted her up stairs and put her on the bed. Mr.
Shaw, surgeon, had seen the body before the arrival of
Mr. Mears. The wound was on the right-hand side,
about two inches below the ear, and appeared to be a
large wound, sufficient for him to have put in his two
fingers. Blood was oozing from it at the time. The
edges appeared jagged. It had the appearance of a stab
rather than a cut. He only observed one wound.
There was a great quantity of blood on the landing of
the stairs, but a much larger pool of blood
near the bed in the prisoner's room. The deceased's
bands were not clasped, but rather closed, and had blood
on them. At the station the prisoner asked for pen, ink,
and paper, to write to his sister, which was complied
with. He then wrote :—" My dear Mary,—Make your-
self as happy as you can. If you • and I are allowed to
speak to each other I shall beyery glad, and will tell you
something.—(Signed) DANLIL LORDON." Witness
went and saw the sister, and brought her to the station-
house, where she bad an interview with him, in the pre-
sence of the witness and two inspectors.
George Marsh, inspector of the H division, deposed
that he went to the prisoner's house and saw the deceased
lying on the bed qiiite dead. He saw two large cuts
under the right ear. There was a great quantity of
blood on the floor, and her clothes were saturated with
blood. There was also blood on the staircase,
which bad" ran on to the first step. He after-
wards went to the station, and hearing the prisoner
had sent for his sister, he remained until she
came ; he asked her "if she wished to see her brother,"
and she said "Yes." He, Inspector Gernon, and the
sister saw the prisoner in the office. Witness asked him
"if he wished to speak to his sister," and he said "Yes."
Witness cautioned him, informing him he should take
down his statement in writing. He said "he wished to
speak to his sister, and was quite aware it would be used
against him." His sister, who was much excited, and
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some beer together, and his offering him a raffle ticket.
At the Green Dragon, Half-Moon-street, a rOw subse-
quently took place between the prisoner and his wife's
brother, who threatened to throw him downstairs. He
then went home, and heard a man's voice, that of King-
ston's, speaking to his wife on the stairs. Kingston
struck him several blows, and in the course of the
scuffle he struck Kingston with a poker. He then
want out and spoke to a City policeman. After-
wards he returned home and laid down on the bed with
his coat off. This morning his wife called the boys to
go to work, and came into the room shortly after. He
asked her what she did there, and some words ensued,
on which he put his hand under the bed-tick, took out
the knife, and inflicted the wound that caused her death.
Jane Crease, a widow, residing A 38, Crispin-street,
Spitalfields, deposed that the deceased was her daughter.
The last time she saw her alive was last night about 11
o'clock in the Green Dragon beer-shop, Halfmoon-street,
Bishopegate-street. Witness met her two eons and