The Sun. — 1845-04-05 (London, England)

JARDINE—I know the prisoner, and have seen him before. The first time I saw him on the Monday night was at quarter past nine. That was close to the chapel in Charlotte-street. I did not speak to him then, and he went up and spoke to Mrs. Tape, the woman who was murdered. He spoke to her but a very short time. He was speaking angrily, and I heard her say, "I didn't." He had a hat on him then. I saw him again in about a quarter of an hour, at the corner of Vine-street. He then said to me, " Well, old girl, how are you ?" I said, " Very well, I thank you, how are you ?" He replied, " Rather queer ; the old woman that walks in Charlotte-street has given me the —." I understood that he meant by the old woman, Mrs. Tape. He also said, " I've been home to put my cap on. I had a hat on when you first saw me." I then asked him for half a pint of beer, and he put twopence into my hand. Then we separated, and afterwards, in ten minutes, I met him at the corner of the new street (New Oxford street), near the chapel. He had on a dark velveteen coat at the time and a cap. I saw no more of him. It might be half an hour after he went away that I heard Mrs. Tape was murdered. He did not say at any part of the evening why he changed his dress. I saw the people round the door of No. 11, Georgestreet, and I was told a woman was murdered. The prisoner did not question the witness. He said, "It is quite correct what she says." Mary Palmer sworn—l work for Mrs. Hall, No. 11, Georgestreet. On Monday night last, about a quarter to eleven o'clock, a man came to the door with a woman, and they asked for a threepenny room. I gave the woman a candle in the passage. The man was dressed in a velveteen coat, and he had a cap on. The woman I think asked for the room. I know that they called the woman by the name of Mrs. Tape. Ido not know what her right name is. They went into the middle room from the passage. I sat down on the stairs, and in about five minutes I heard the cry of " murder" from the room. The woman it was who cried out " murder." I got up and knocked at the door but I got no answer. I knocked a second time and still rece.vt.d no answer. Then I turned my back to the door and forced it open. On entering I saw the woman sitting on the bedstead, and the man was standing over her with his right arm up as if in the act of striking her. I said, " For God's sake don't beat the woman." With that he turned round and ran out of the room. I caught him by the pocket, but he loosed my hand, and pushed me over to the fire-place. He swung me round the body. The place where he caught me and my shawl was all bloody, so that his hands must have been all over blood. Before I could get down to the door to call Mrs. Hall, the woman got up from the bed, and came up close to the fire-place where I was. I saw her smothered with blood, all covered with it, and it was flowing from her. She never spoke, and when she came to the fireplace she gave a bit of a stagger, and fell against the fire •place. I ran out into the passage first, and the man was then running out of the door. I called to Mrs. Hall, "for God's sake stop that man; I think he has committed murder." She got hold of him, but she is a little person, and he forced himself from her and got away. I went back into the room, and she was lying in the same place where she fell. I knew her to be Mrs. Tape. I think she was dead then. I saw the knife sticking in the back of her neck. It was a large carving knife. Several persons came into the room soon after the man left. They were all women lodgers. Mrs. Hall was there also. At that time, and before the police came, I saw the knife. I think she was dead. I went out afterwards and called a policeman. I did not take much notice of the man. Mr. Barnaby (to prisoner)—Put on your cap. The prisoner did so. Mr.