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Michael Roop . Near 2 in the Morning the Prisoner broke open Mr. Hencage's Cellar, in Church-Lane , in the Parish of St. George in the East. He went down and handed up 2 Firkins of Butter, which we carry'd to his House, and then return'd and fetch'd 2 more. He kept them all Day at home, and said he'd carry them out at Night by himself; for the Person he dealt with would not buy them if a Stranger came with him. He afterwards told me, they fetch'd 40 s. and gave me 20 s. for my Share.
Francis Osborn . Between 12 and 1 at Night, I was call'd up, and found my Cellar Window broke open. I can't say that I lock'd it when I went to Bed; but I usually lock'd it a Nights, I heard the Thief was taken and carry'd to the Watch-house.
- Tindall. Going along Grace's-Alley in Whitechapple Parish, I saw a Light in Mr. Osborn's Cellar, and the Prisoner coming up with a Candle. I ask'd him, What he did there? He put the Candle out, and I push'd the Door to, and held it fast with my Knee, and call'd the Watch. The private Watch belonging to Well-close-Square, came up; we open'd the Door, and John Jones , one of those Watchmen, hoisted the Prisoner up. He pretended to be so drunk that he could not stand; upon which the Watch giving him a little Liberty, he ran away; but they pursu'd him with Dogs, and took him again.
John Jones. Tindall called Watch, and said, he had a Thief in the Cellar. I pull'd the Prisoner out by the Shoulder, and deliver'd him to the Parish Watch: They let him go, and he ran to Well-street, but there we took him again.
John Hitchins . Tindall calling Watch, I ran; to him, Here is a Chap in the Cellar, says he, and so we got the Prisoner out. He pretended he was drunk, and had fell into the Cellar, and hurt his Back - We deliver'd him to the Parish Watch, who let him escape; but Jones and I pursu'd him: I overtook Jones, and knock'd the Prisoner down.
Sarah Spencer . My Cellar was broke open in January last, but I can't tell the Night, for I did not discover it till the Brewers came to put down some Ale, and then I found the Hinges of my Cellar door broke, and miss'd my Brandy, a Gallon Pot, and a two Quart Pot. When Roop was taken, he told me, that he and the Prisoner committed the Fact on the 7th of January.
Michael Roop . Between 12 and 1, in the Night, the Prisoner and I wrenched open the Cellar-door with an Iron Crow, and took away a half Anchor of Brandy, a Gallon-pot, and a half Gallon-pot, all which we carry'd to the Prisoner's House.
Prisoner. Was there a Lock to the Cellar-door?
Roop. Yes, and we forc'd it open.
Prosecutrix. No, there was no Lock, but only a Bolt.
Prisoner. You see, now, that this Fellow will swear any thing, he swears a Bolt was a Lock. It's hard if a Man's Life must be taken away upon his Oath.
Roop. Well, suppose it was a Bolt, there's no such mighty Difference.
The Jury found the Prisoner guilty of all three indictments . Death .