THOMAS O'DONNELL.
6th April 1868
Reference Numbert18680406-393
VerdictGuilty > unknown
SentenceImprisonment

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393. THOMAS O'DONNELL (25) , Feloniously wounding Edwin Bridge, a police-officer in the execution of his duty.

MR. MONTAGU WILLIAMS conducted the Prosecution.

EDWIN BRIDGE (Policeman P 339). On 11th February, at 3.30, I was on duty in plain clothes in Brockley Lane, Deptford, and as I passed the Maypole public-house, the landlord came out and made a complaint to me—while

I was speaking to him, a man not in custody came out followed by two others, one of whom pulled off his coat and sparred up to me; on which the prisoner rushed out of his house, pulled off his coat, and said, "Where is the b——?"—I stood with my hands in my pockets for some time, the other men were trying to calm him, and keep him back, and soothe him down, but he rushed at me, and gave me a violent blow on the head and another on the chest, and knocked me down—while I was on the ground I was kicked by the prisoner and others—I got up and defended myself against five—I got some distance back, and said, "The next one that comes up to me I shall knock down with my truncheon"—they came up several times, and after defending myself some time, I became exhausted, and went into an adjoining yard, followed by the prisoner and others—they got me down and kicked me all over the body, and jumped on my head, and the prisoner said, "You b——I will murder you"—the others made use of the same expression—when they had done kicking me, the prisoner said, "I think the b——has got enough now, he will not get up again," jumping on me at the time—I became insensible but subsequently got up, and got to the gate of the yard, and as I went out the prisoner struck at me again—I struggled to get away from him, and my coat was torn to pieces—I ran for protection into Mr. Bond's house—the prisoner followed me but I locked the door, and I heard him say, "Let me get to him, I will murder him"—assistance came, and he was taken in custody—I have been under medical treatment ever since; my eye was swollen up, I was bruised all over the body, and injured internally, and was recommended by our chief surgeon for leave—there were wounds all over my head—I have a warrant against the others, but have not been able to apprehended them—I know the prisoner well by sight, he if the man.

FREDERICK BARKER . I keep the Maypole beer house, Brockley Lane, Deptford—on this afternoon the prisoner and his mates were drinking there—one of them wanted me to trust him with half a gallon of beer—I refused, and told them they had had enough—I went to the door, called Bridge, and told him what had occurred—the prisoner followed Bridge and struck him—I did not see what they did, because my wife shut the door and pulled the blinds down—a minute or two afterwards I looked from the window in my back yard, and a man not in custody had got the policeman's staff—he said, "Fred, help to get my staff," which I did, and we put them out of the yard—one of them got Bridge by the hair, and pulled him down in the coal shed and misused him—I kept one out at the gate, and one struck me—I saw the policeman kicked while on the ground, not by the prisoner, but by the others—I never saw the prisoner after he struck the first time—there were five altogether—I know one by sight—the constable was in a dreadful state.

COURT. Q. Did you see the end of it? A. No, I went to get assistance—Bridge was in the coal-cellar in the yard when I left, and two men had got him down—the prisoner was not there at the time I was there, it was two others who are at large, but I saw him knock Bridge down.

Prisoner. Q. Was I in company with those people? A. You were sitting in the parlour—you were one of their companions, but you were not sitting with them then—the one who is at large is the one who caused the row—you were not with them when they insulted me, you were in the parlour—you came out by yourself—my wife shut the door and pulled the blinds down—I only saw you strike the policeman—I do not know whether you knocked him down.

THOMAS BOND . I live at 1, Foxberry Road, Broekley—I was with

Bridge—the landlord called him, and I went with him to a beer-house—there was a quarrel taking place inside—Bridge asked him to go away, the man inside said, "Who are you?"—he said, "I am a policeman"—and out they came and began to spar up to him—the prisoner was inside at that time—he came out, and I saw him fighting with Bridge—he pulled off his coat, and struck Bridge, who fell against the fence—I did not see Bridge on the ground—a stone was thrown which hit me, and I ran home as I was not going to get into a row—I went into my garden, looked over the fence, saw Bridge running, and said, "Run into my house."

COURT. Q. Was the prisoner amongst them? Yes—he was the first man—I opened my side door and said to the girl, "Let this man in," which she did, and he was all over blood, and so was the prisoner, who followed Bridge up to my back door, and asked me where his murderer was—I said "He has just gone over the fence, if you run round the other way you will catch him,"—he did so and got over two or three of the garden fences to come back again, and two constables called him back and took him into custody.

WILLIAM HOOD . I am a hay binder—I was in the Maypole—the prisoner and four others were there drinking—I saw the landlord at the door, calling the constable, and saw the prisoner hit the policeman first—he and four of them were on him—I shoved one off, and the prisoner picked up a stone and threw at me—I went for help, came back when it was over, and saw the prisoner in custody.

Prisoner. You saw nothing of it. Witness. There are plenty of witnesses to prove I was there—I did not tell you I was brought down as a witness, but that I saw nothing of it.

JOHN HAYMAN (Policeman P 74) I was at home off duty, and was sent for to the Maypole—I saw Bridge there; blood was flowing from his ears—the prisoner was on top of Mr. Bond's fence, at the rear of the house—he was pointed out to me and I took him in custody—he had been drinking, but knew very well what he was doing.

Prisoner's Defence. When the fifth half-gallon of beer came, I would not take any more. This man's beer shop was on my way home, and a bricklayer called me in; he and I went out half an hour afterwards, hearing a row. I was so drunk I could hardly see. The policeman came up and said, "Here is another blackguard," and struck me on the forehead and knocked me on my knees, and then gave me another blow with his staff. I asked for a drink of water, and he said, "Give the blackguard a drink of his blood." I was not the cause of it.

GUILTY Nine Months' Imprisonment .


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