The Sun.
London, England, 1853-02-03 00:00:00

gift, and some young man might come and marry her,
and then he should lose his servant. On the Sun-
day following, Mr. Jones came to me, and showed
me bruises on his head. His eyes were blackened,
and his head bruised and bleeding. I have repeatedly
heard her drive him up-stairs and lock him up, then
go out and come home drunk. On the Friday night,
before he died, at about eleven o'clock, the prisoner
came home drunk, and lay on the ground out side
the door for about three-quarters of an hour abusing
Mr. Key, and calling out, " Old Jones, come and let
me in." Then the door opened, but was shut again, for
the policeman was there with her. When the police-
man went away the prisoner went in and shut the door,
and in two minutes after I heard a heavy fall in the pas-
sage or on the stairs. It appeared to me that the pri-
soner had fallen on Mr. Jones at the door. I went in-
side then and went to bed. The next morning, at seven
o'clock, heard the door of the house shut. At nine
o'clock I found the shutters still closed. At one o'clock
iq the day I saw the prisoner, and was going to speak
to her about Mr. Jones, but she shunned me. I listened
the whole of that day and night, but could not hear Mr.
Jones. • He had a cough, which I heard generally, but
on that day I could not hear it. On the Sunday morn-
in I looked for the prisoner, but could not see or hear
anything of her, and at eleven o'clock I went to church.
When I returned at one o'clock I still found the shutters
closed. I then looked at Mr. Jones's window, and saw
the blind up, and the prisoner stood at the side of
thc window. She looked very agitated, and I
nodded to her, but she did not return it, and
seemed much confused. I repeated my nod to her,
but she did not return it, and I then went to
the back of the house and found it fastened. I
watched the house, but saw no one go out. About five
o'clock I heard a cab drive away from the gate, and
some person speaking. At that moment the prisoner
came out and picked up the papers that had been thrown
into the garden by the postman at nine o'clock in the
morning, and had been lying there all day. I watched
the house all day, and saw no light or heard nq person
until the Monday, when I saw Mr. Key come *ith the
undertaker. On the New Year's day, when die came
home in the evening, the prisoner beat him, and threat-
ened that if he showed himself out again she would kick
his life out. I distinctly heard the prisoner say, "I'll
tear your eyes out, you damned old devil ;" and then I
heard bloWs, and a sound as if a stick was being used.
The deceased fell on the floor and cried and groaned.
She beat him so violently that I think he was past doing
anything. While she was beating him, he said, " Your
conduotmakes you look like a w-, and that he must
turn his back upon her, as her conduct was so loose in
going out drinking." The prisoner replied, "You call
me aw- ; I'll tear your eyes out." She then beat him
and made him lie on the sofa. She said she should
leave him, and he begged her not to do so. She went
out at half-past six, locking him up, and then she was
intoxicated.

Mrs. Annie Gray, a respectable married female, said.
—The house I' lived in was next door to the late Mr.
Jones's, but that house was left on the 6th of December
last. I knew Mr. Jones well, but never had a conver-
sation with him but twice. The first time, in July, I
told him I was sorry to see him so poorly and infirm,
and added that it was a pity to see him in the state he
was in. His reply to me then was, "lam a miserable
man." I told him that if he wanted anyihing, and
tapped at the wall, I should render him all the assist-
ance in my power. I have often heard cries in the
house of the deceased. Mr. Jones and the prisoner
used to have serious disputes about money matters. I
have heard the latter say, " Give me the money, and
let me go." At other times I heard her beat the old
The deceased used to say to her " Don't leave
me." I distinctly heard the sound of a slap on the face
which the prisoner gave the deceased. I have fre-
quently heard them quarrel, and heard the deceased
utter the cries of "Murder " on two or three occasions.
The first time I heard these cries was in the month
of July, I think, and on that occasion my husband
heard .them as well as myself, and he spoke to a
policeman about it. The next time I heard the
cries of "Murder" was in the latter end of Noveni-
her. About that time they were quarrelling almost
daily, and I have then heard the sound of blows.
In one .a the quarrels I heard the prisoner say,
" Give me the money, and let me go," and his re-
ply was, " Don't leave me ; I cannot lose you." She
then asked him how he dared to go to Mr. Key's. The
old man not answering her, I heard several blows and
groans, as if they came from a person in intense agony.
On one Saturday night there was a very serious quar-
relling, and I heard the deceased groaning as if danger-
ously hurt, and I spoke to a policeman about it, but he
refused to interfere or pull the bell, saying that Mr. Jones
on a former occasion had refused to apply for a summons
or warrant against the prisoner. In the month of July
the deceased had the mark of a violent blow on the left
eye, so that his eye could not be seen from the swelling.
I have never entered the house myself, but I have seen
gentlemen apply for admission, and refused. I have let
gentlemen over the wall' of my garden, on their telling
me that the prisoner would not let them in, though I
knew she was in at the time. This was in the month of
October. They rang the bell, and Mr. Jones came out
to speak to them, and said he could not admit them.
They were nephews of the deceased, and said they parti-
cularly wished to take Mr. Jones away, as they under-
stood his life was in danger.
Miss Maria Hammond, who also lived next door to the
deceased, detailed at some length the particulars of what
she saw and heard of the prisoner and the deceased. She
said that on the night on which Mr. Jones died, she
was much disturbed by the quarrelling between the
prisoner and the deceased. In the course of the night
she was awoke by one of these quarrels. From the
voices she could distinctly tell that there were only the
prisoner and the deceased in the room (the back parlour)
at the time. Distinctly heard the prisoner talk angrily,
and heard the deceased say, "Oh, what do you say ?"
Immediately after this she heard a heavy fall on the
floor, and this was followed by a perfect death-like
silence, during which witness did not hear a breathing
or a whisper. This was broken by the prisoner opening
the door, and admitting, as witness believed, some per-
sons to her assistance, as she could distinctly hear seve-
ral voices, and for the remaining part of the morning
the noises from the room were most unpleasant.
Mr. Elliott—What did the noises resemble ? Wit-
ness—The scratching or scraping of the floor with a

man.

shovel.
Mr. William Jones, 155, Tottenham-court-rort:d, said
—The deceased, Mr. William Jones, was my uncle, and
was in the 84th year of his age. The prisoner had lived
with him about fourteen years as his houskeeper. In
the month of August last I visited him at his late resi-
dence, and on my entering the house I found him shav-
ing himself, and could see that he had marks of serious
violence on his face. I asked him how he received
them, upon which he exclaimed, " Hush, hush, she's
in the next room ; I can't tell you now, but will pre-
sently." The door of the next room was opened, and the
prisoner, who must have heard my question, entered the
room where we were, and my uncle seemed so nervous
about it that I did not press the question a:second time,
as the prisoner tcok care not to leave us alone or give us
an opportunity. I have made four or five attempts to
E.:‘e my uncle, but could not, as the prisoner would not
admit me inside his house or to his presence.
Mr. Elliott—What were the marks that you perceived
on your uncle's face ?—Mr. Jones—There were several
marks of discoloration, evidently produced by violence,
The next time I saw my uncle was on the Wednesday
after his death, when I called at his house, and the pri-
soner took me into the room where he lay. I then re-

marked that there was a great swelling on the face, and
a cut underneath the nose, and asked the prisoner how
this happened ; but she made no reply, nor did she.give
any explanation in my presence. My uncle had two
watches, and these, as well as his trinkets, are missing ;
and I have no doubt that various property has been
removed from the house since his death.

Mr. John Lund, the superintendent of the P division
of police said—ln consequence of what came to my
knowledge in reference to the death of the deceased,

I had an interview with the different witnesses,

and from what I gathered from them, I had made

up my mind to apprehend the prisoner. With this

view I went towards the residence of the late Mr.

Jones, accompanied by Sergeant Quinnear.

waiting in front of the house a short time, I saw th•
pri3oner come out, and give a bottle to a man for the

purpose of getting some gin. 'While she stood at the
gate with her bonnet en, I approached and asked if her
name was Vickers ; and she replied not. At this time,
however, Mr. Jones, the nephew of the deceased, came
up, and identified her ; upon which she started from the
gate, and endeavoured to reach the house. I followed
as fast as I could, and, just as she laid hold of the
kn.,eker, I managed to get between her and the door.
I instantly found myself in her grasp, and a more de-
termined resistance I never encountered in all my life;
in fact I was as nothing in her hands, for a more power-,
fill woman it would be difficult to find, and had it not
been for the assistance of Sergeant Quinnear, she cer-
tainly would have succeeded at that time .at all events

in netting away from me. I then told her who I was,
and that I should take her into custody on•a -charge of
having caused the death of her late master, Mr. Jones, and