Widnes Examiner. — 1905-01-07 (Widnes, Cheshire, England)

PABT 111.  The next morning, the inhabitants of " The Muddles " were electrified to learn that Walter Dean had been arrested for the murder of a poor Polish refugee who had sought shelter in " The Muddles " and whose body had been found lying by the gateway with the skull smashed in. There was no mistake about it. Mrs. Quigge had also disappeared from " The , Muddles ' in the custody of a stalwart and unemotional policeman. " Game !" she said to the jeering crowd which accompanied her upon her way, turning upon them like a female Jonathan Wilde. " Game 'once ! I'll be back in a' hour. It's me as informed agin"im !" Things looked very black against Walter Doan, for a cloak dabbled with blood had been found in his room. This cloak was known to have been worn tho night before by the murdered man. Mrs. Quigge testified that she had gone into Walter Dean's sitting-room at eight in the morning to put it to rights and had found the . cloak under the sofa. It " give her a turn," she said, for she had already heard of the murder, and she at once fetched the police. Directly this revolting accusation was made known to Isabel she telegraphed to a certain famous solicitor, who {1 US with her in an hour. Two or three mysterious-looking people glided about in the vicinity of the murder. They returned with the result of their enquiries to the solicitor, who smiled, and informed Miss Shenstone that she need not be uneasy with regard to Walter Dean   At the Mice Court proceewngs, hem mac mule afternoon, Mrs. Quigge was asked if she knew the nature of an oath. On her proceeding to give examples with singular fluency and volubility,.. she was hastily checked by the presiding magistr4te. At 'length she was sworn and repeated her evidence, which seemed perfeetly clear. On going to her work that morning, she had seen part of the cloak projecting from Walter Dean's sofa, and there was blood upon it —human blood.  " Accused, have you anything to say ?" asked the presiding magistrate, after learning other details.  " Only to declare my innocence, and to state that the witness., who has a grudge against me, probably put the cloak there herself," said Walter. "She must have taken it off the dead man's body before the murder was discovered. "Gammon !" said Mrs. Quigge, from the back of the Court. " Game !"  The magistrate looked incredulous. "That is precisely what I am about to prove," said Miss Shenstone's solicitor, turning to the Bench. " I produce a witness named Jacob Ray. who will corroborate this statement—l call Jacob Ray." Jacob Ray darted into the box as if he had been there before and knew all about it.' He was a sharp little urchin of twelve. At seven o'clock that morning, just before the discovery of the body, he was passing through the narrow passage opposite "The Muddles," alid saw Mrs. Quigge come out carrying the loak in her hand. Even then she was not sober, and he heard her muttering that she would " plant " the cloak on someone whose mune he did not catch, and get even with him " for shocin' of her about." _  The urchin's story was corroborated by the caretaker of " The Muddles," who said that the old woman had been very tipsy the night before and had wandered into the covered archway opposite " The Muddles " to sleep off her debauch. Mr. Dean had not left " The Muddles " since the evening before his arrest. " I apply for a warrant against this woman for perjury," said the solicitor quietly. " The police are ori the track of the real murderer. His unhappy victim was supposed to have many precious stones concealed about him and these constituted the temptation to kill and plunder him." As a consequence of the solicitor's high-handed and unfeeling action, Mrs. Quigge did not return to her friends "in a' hour." She was afterwards tried for perjury, convicted, and, worst of all, before beginning to serve her sentence, made to take a bath. The shock ultimately proved too much for her sensitive constitution. "There is hope for you yet if you repent of your wickedness," said the gaol cliaplin. " Game ! Not after that bath !" retcrted Mrs. Quigge, with undiminished spirit; and cli,l hating Mr. and Mrs. Walter Dean with unrelenting vigour up to the very last moment.  Next Week: "BirrHA's liousE." Ble