CAMELLO MUSSY.
21st October 1895
Reference Numbert18951021-802
VerdictGuilty > insane
SentenceImprisonment > insanity

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802. CAMELLO MUSSY, Feloniously shooting at Edward Richardson with intent to murder. Second Count, with intent to do grievous bodily harm. (The prisoner being a foreigner an Interpreter was sworn).

MR. KYD Prosecuted.

EDWARD RICHARDSON . I am a porter, of 6, Seager Road, Walham Green—I have known the prisoner some little time—he was lodging at Mrs. Wright's, 27, Grove Avenue, for about two years—on August 24th I went to call on Mrs. Wright in the evening; she was in the basement with her son—about nine she asked me to go upstairs and see Mr. Mussy—I knocked at his door—he asked me to come in—the door was locked; he opened it—I went in—he was sitting on his bed—I walked towards the end of the bed to speak to him, and I asked him if he had any money for Mrs. Wright for her rent—he said, "No, no," and deliberately fell back on the bed, took a revolver from under the pillow with his left hand, and fired at me—I was standing at the foot of the bed—I was not hit—I bobbed down or I might have been—I saw him point the revolver at me with his left hand—he fired a second shot—I bobbed down again, and it went over my head—the way he pointed the revolver seemed as though it could hit me in the face, behind me was a broken window pasted up with brown paper—I could not say whether the paper was perfect—it was dark, there was no light in the room—I saw the flash, and heard the report—I did not feel anything passing me—I was rather excited at the time—Miss Hazell, a lodger had just come down and was standing at the door with a light—after being fired at twice I pulled myself up towards the prisoner and pulled the revolver away from him—I had no difficulty in doing so, he almost dropped it when I caught hold of it—I had not had any quarrel with him.

Prisoner. I gave him the revolver. I did not intend to shoot him. I thought of shooting myself.

MARY HAZELL . I live at Mrs. Wright's—I was outside the prisoner's room when Richardson went in—I heard him ask the prisoner for his rent—he replied, "No, no, no," he had not got any for himself, he put out

his had and turned his pockets out—there was no light, and I took my candle to light him—he went to his box which was before the window, close to the bed—I could not see what he did to the box—he then went from his box to his bed, and took the revolver from under his pillow—Richardson was standing at the foot of the bed—the prisoner put his hand that was paralysed to his chest so, and fired at Richardson, aiming at him, not firing at himself—he fired a second time—I was in the room when he fired both shots—I then ran down the kitchen stairs—I have lived in the house just twelve months—the prisoner has been there some time—I believe he has a small pension, he has it at the beginning and end of the month—I do not know anything about his habits—I have nothing to do with him—I live with a friend who keeps part of the house—I only just speak to the prisoner as I pass—I never talked to him; I don't know what he does—he used to go in and out several times in a day, and when he came in he locked himself in—nobody did anything for him, only when the sanitary inspector came—his wife died at Christmas Eve—she was living with him at one time—the inspector came in June or July because the place was in such a dirty con+ dition—he only had one room—paid a woman then to have it cleaned out—he used to buy his food and cook it himself—Mrs. Wright had nothing to do but take his rent—he paid 3s. a week for the rent room.

Prisoner. Since my wife died a woman did the cleaning—I am paralysed, and could not do the cleaning—I could not pay a woman to come every day—I had no money.

THOMAS COMBER (136 T). On August 24th, at nine at night, I was called to 27, Ash Grove by the last witness—I saw Mr. Richardson standing on the steps—he gave me this revolver—I went upstairs, and saw the prisoner in bed—I told him to get up and dress; he would be charged with shooting at Richardson—he said, "No, no"—he perfectly understood me—the inspector came; I handed the revolver to him, and the prisoner was taken to the station.

EDWARD HOLTON (Inspector T). I was called to the house—Comber gave me this revolver; it has six chambers; two were loaded and two had spent cartridge-cases; I should say they had been recently fired—I took the prisoner to the station, and charged him with shooting at Richardson, with intent to murder—he said, "No, no"—I went back and examined the room—at the foot of the bed where Richardson had been standing there was a large window, which had been broken, and was patched up with brown paper, which was torn and hanging down, and I should judge it had been in the direct line of fire—I could not find any bullets in the room; a bullet may have passed through the window—the paper was all jagged and torn about eight inches by twelve—I had seen it some nights before, and it was jagged then—in the course of my patrol I had to pass the house—there was no glass; the bullet might have passed through the open space where there was no paper—there are houses right opposite, but no road, only a footway.

GEORGE EDWARD WALKER . I am medical officer of Holloway Prison—I have had the prisoner under my observation since August 26th—he has been in hospital the whole of that time—in my opinion he is in a state of senile dementia brought on by an attack of apoplexy, from which

he had evidently suffered at a recent period; he is partially paralysed in one part of his body, his age is given as sixty, he looks over seventy—I should think that at the time he did this he did not know what he was doing—his condition now is worse than it was when he came under my observation—I did not think he would live, he was at death's door while he was in prison.

MRS. WRIGHT. The prisoner had a room at my house for about two and a-half years; he paid me 3s. 6d.—the windows were kept clean when my husband was alive—the prisoner's wife died last Christmas—her son used to send her money every week from Germany, 15s. and £1 at a time—the prisoner had enough to live comfortably, he has paid up to three weeks before she was taken to the Infirmary—since then he has paid me nothing, only fivepence-halfpenny, a shilling, and I think sevenpence—he owes me for quite six months—he always made out that he had money coming—he spoke so as I could understand him—he used to point, and say "No, no"—he had a small pension from someone in Broad Street, I think 4s. a week; that was sent to him—as far as I knew he was aware of what was going on, and knew what he was doing; I told him I must have my rent, as I had no money, and he must go—he said, "No, no"—he would not listen to that—every time I asked him for his rent he kept telling me with his fingers—he always paid me when his wife was alive.

Prisoner. I am paralysed; I cannot put my hand up to my head, if I could I would have shot myself.

GUILTY of the act, being insane at the time .— To be detained ina Criminal Lunatic Asylum until Her Majesty's pleasure be known.


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