The Sun.
London, England, 1857-05-25 00:00:00

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The first witness called was
Emilia Baylis said—l live at 7, Little Russell-street.
My husband is a police constable of the F division. The
prisoner at the bar lodges in the same house ; he occu-
pied the back room on the second floor. About five
minutes past eight on Saturday night I was coming
down stairs, and I heard the prisoner's wife say, "Oa
dear." I went a few steps further, and then I heard
herscream "murder." I immediately ran down to tell the
landlady of the circumstance. Myself and the landlady went
up, and entering the room I saw the prisoner's wife lying
on the hearthrug, and he was stooping over her with a
knife in his hand. When I saw the knife I was so
frightened that I ran away to Moll a policeman. I met
my husband, and he went up stairs and took the pri-
soner into custody.
A .mall, white-bandied table knife, covered with
blood, was here produced.
Elizabeth Evans—l rent the house No. 7, Little RUE.
sell-st reet. The prisoner occupied the back room second
floor. In consequence of what the last witness said
to me on Saturday night last, I went up to the prisoner's
room and found the prisoner and his wife struggling on the
floor by the fire-place. I attempted to separate them when
I saw the prisoner had a knife in his hand. The pri-
soner's wife took hold of the skirt of my dress, and I dragged
her towards the door, which I opened, and left the
room. My arm and dress was covered with blood. I
was too much excited at tile time to notice where the
blood came from. When I next saw the unfortunate
woman she was covered with blood, and there was a
large hole in her neck, under her ear, from which the
blood was flowing. She was quite conscious, and ex-
pressed a wish to see her mother. The prisoner was
quite sober. I believe the prisoner and his wife lived
happily together.
James Baylis, 85, F—About 20 minutes past. eight
on Saturday night I was returning from duty to my
home, No. 7, Little Russell-street. I met the landlady
at the door, and she said to me, " For God's sake run
up stairs—there's murder being done." As I was going
up the stairs I hoard the prisoner's wife scream out
" Save me—save me !" As I was going up the second
flight of stairs I saw the prisoner lying on his wife out.
side the door. His left band was on her head, and his
right arm was raised with a knife in it. I saw him
strike a blow at his wife's neck. After he had driven
the knife into her neck I4e seemed to turn it
round in the wound. The knife was buried in the
woman's neck. There Was only about half the handle
visible. (Sensation.) I got up to the prisoner. I
seized his hand and drew the knife from the neck
of the woman. He struggled to get possession of the
knife, during which the light went out. I took the pri-
soner down stairs, and then to the station-house. I asked
the prisoner where the knife was, and he said " Go up
and find it." He said nothing more. When I returned
from the station•house I saw the injured woman. She
was covered with blood, and was supporting herself by
the banisters. She was quite conscious and said " Oh,
my mother, my poor mother." I conveyed her to King's
College Hospital. The prisoner was excited, but not

drank.
Police-constable F 16 said, on the last witness
bringing the prisoner to the station.house ho told me he
thought the prisoner had murdered a woman at No. 7,
Little Russell•street. I went to the house, and saw the
prisoner's wife bleeding profusely from wounds in her
neck. On the landing of the second floor there was
quite a pool of blood, in the centre of which the knife
was lying. There was also a quantity of blood about
the room.
Inspector Mackenzie said that was all the evidence to
be offered to-day.
Mr. Henry—How is the unfortunate woman progress-
ing to-day, do you know ?
Inspector Mackenzie—At half•past 12 this morning
inquiry was male at the hospivd, and the constable was
told she was going on favourably.
The prisoner, on being asked what he had to say to
so serious a charge, said " I was driven to it."
Mr. Henry then remanded the prisoner until to-
morrow week.