Star.
London, England, 1826-11-03 00:00:00

THE SAFFRON•HILL MURDER.

Last nighLan elderly man, named John Ambrose, was
brought to Mary-la-bonne Police-office, by Betty, a
constable, charged with having committed the murder
of Ann Perry, in Great Saffron-hill, in September last.
His person corresponds so Ear with the description in the
posting bill, and his story so circumstantial, that not a
doubt can be entertained of his identity. His apprehen-
sion created a strong sensation in the neighbourhood,
and it was found necessary to bolt the doors of the office,
or the pressure of the cross d would have obstructed the
examination. The prisones having been placed at the bar,
Betty gave the following evidence : At about a quarter
past six this evening, a dustman living in Portman-green,
and another map, rsn into my house, and wanted to
speak to me on particular business. I went with one of
them into the back room, and he said to me, " Betty,
did you ever hear of a murder committed by a shoe-
maker ?" 1 said, " Yes, in Saffron-bill." He then said
he had unfortunately married the man's daughter,
and that the man himself was then at his cottage.—
He went with me, and shewed me the cottage. I do
not know his name. It was a new built one, standing
by itself in Portman-green, in a line with Little Prince's.
street. The door was upon the latch ; I opened it, and
I found the prisoner by the side of the fire-place frying
some steaks ; I said, " Mister, I want you for a murder."
He jumped up, and said, " I will go with you ; I am
innocent; it was only an accident.* I then handcuffed
him ; and as he came to the office he wished his master,
a Mr. Walker, to come and speak for him, and another
person from Saffron-hill to give him a character.
After Betty had given this evidence, Mr. GRIFFITH
asked him where the son-in-law of the prisoner, and the
other • man who gave him the information, were—
whether he had brought them to the office?
Betty said,—" I did not let him stay half a minute.
No one came into the cottage but myself; the ton-in-
law stayed outside; he told me that he had never seen!
the prisoner since the murder until this night, and he
would not harbour a murderer. I did not bring hien with
me, but he can be found."

Mr. GRIM.= asked the prisoner his name?
Prisoner.—My name is John Ambrose.
Mr. Gamma.—What have you to ay?
Prisoner.—l have this to say.—On Saturday night, I
cannot justly say how long it is ago—it was on the night
the accident happened—Ann Perry, the woman that
lived with me, and I went out to buy some meat. I
wanted mutton, but she liked pork. I bought two pound
and a half or two pound and three quarters of pork.—
After I had bought it, she left me to go and receive
fourpence•halfpenny for waistcoat making: I got lime
half an hour before her. She came borne a little after
eight, and began quarrelling. She asked me who would
cook my dinner the next day, whether it was Betsy ?
" Betsy," said Mr. Gairrrru," Who is Betsy?"
Prisoner.—l do not know whom she meant by Betsy.
I told her I wanted nobody to cook my dinner but her-
self, if she could make herself comfortable. I said I
had bought a drop of beer for our supper, and bad it
all ready. She then threw herself into a great passion,
and said I had got the bad disorder, and that I was the
biggest rogue under the heavens, and abused me in this
kind of way. She called me every thing but a Gentle-
man—she aggravated me, and told me every thing that
was bad; so I got hold of her and pushed her, and her
head fell against the door. She was full of liquor. I
am an innocent man as true as Got► is in Heaven. It
was all an accident. I used her well, and so Mr. Walker,
a master shoemaker, will say, that I used to work for.
Mr. GIUMIII—Mow soon did the woman die after the accident?
Prisoner—l don't know; I laid her in the corner of the room by
my bedside, where I used to lay her when she was tipsy, for I
never let her sleep with me when she was tipsy; I found her dead
in the morning ; it was a real accident; I would not have hurt the
hair of her head.

Mr. Gail/mu—How long did you stay in the house after she
was dead? Prisoner—Two nights.
Mr. Giurvirn—What ! Did she lay two nights dead by the side
of your bed? Prisoner—Yes, she did; I did not leave the hone*
till Monday.
Mr. 61'1meg-6-What have you been doing since? Prisoner—l
have travelled the country, and have bad work sometimes.
The prisoner stood with great composure at the bar
during his examination, and gave the above particulars
with willingness. In the constable's room he stated that
he was a native of Rickmansworth, in Herts, which,
from a knowledge he possesses of the inabitants of that
town, is no doubt true.

Mr. GRITITH sent him to the House of Correction,
and ordered that he might be taken before the Magis-
trates at Hatton•Garden this morning, in whose district
the crime was committed.

HATTON GARDEN-THIS DAY.