9th January 1888
Reference Numbert18880109-213
VerdictNot Guilty > unknown

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213. JAMES KENDRICK, Stealing a hat, canvas bag, and 8l., the moneys of James Mountain.

MR. GILL Prosecuted; MR. GEOGHEGAN Defended.

JAMES MOUNTAIN . I am housekeeper at 6, Hatton Garden—on Boxing Night, about 8 p.m., I went to the Black Bull, Holborn—I had this canvas bag (produced) containing a 5l. note and 3l. in gold, and some mixed silver and copper, in my right-hand trousers pocket—I saw Mr. and Mrs. Sullivan there, and had a drink with them, coming round from one of the other bars to do so—I paid for it from the pocket I had the bag in—I then sat down and went to sleep—when I awoke I found my

bag and money gone except 7d. and my keys—my pockets were three-parts turned out—on 30th December Mrs. Baker brought me the 5l. note—my brown felt hat was taken as well, and an old black felt hat left in its place—I afterwards identified the bag—there were also two friends of the Sullivans in the bar, I believe—I think Mr. Johnson was in the bar when I went to sleep.

Cross-examined. I suppose the Black Bull would be within 15 yards of Leather Lane—I went out from the private bar into the public bar, where I found Mr. and Mrs. Sullivan and two others—a person going to the bar would have to stand between the seat and the bar.

MARY SULLIVAN . I am the wife of Frederick Sullivan, of Plough Place, Fetter Lane—I was in the public bar of the Black Bull, when I saw the prosecutor in the private bar—he came into the bar where I was and treated us to some Irish whisky—he went to sleep on the seat—we remained in the bar—my husband went out with some friends for a few minutes—I observed two men come in, and afterwards saw them pulling their hands out of the prosecutor's trousers pockets, one on each side—I said "You won't do that to him, that is our friend," and with that my husband came in, and I said "Look at this, Fred, these men have been trying to rob our friend Mr. Mountain"—I did not know they had done so—my husband struck one of them two or three times—the other man came behind my husband and struck him a blow behind the ear, and in the confusion both men got away—towards the end of the week I saw some men at the police-station, but could not identify them—I know Mr. Johnson by sight, and Miss Moore, the barmaid.

Cross-examined. This was in the public-bar; it is rather large—we were talking together—Mr. Griffin was there also—he and my husband went outside—Mr. Griffin called my attention to it when he came back, by pointing to the prosecutor lying with his pockets turned out on the form; until that I had not noticed it—I saw them turning his pockets out—the men were on each side of him, and both their faces fronting me—I saw six men at the police-station, and had a good look at them, but could not identify them—at least three men ran away when Mr. Griffin called my attention to it.

Re-examined. I saw two men two out, and did not notice who went out after them.

JOSEPH GRIFFIN . I am caretaker at St. Alban's School, Baldwin Gardens, and know the Sullivans—I was in the bar with them—the prosecutor came round from the small bar, and spoke to the Sullivans, and had some drink with them—he then sat down on the form and went to sleep—we were there nearly an hour I should think—after we had been there some time Sullivan and I went out to the lavatory—before I, went out I did not notice anything with regard to the prosecutor—when I came back I noticed his right-hand trousers pocket was turned out—I said to Mrs. Sullivan "I think your friend has been robbed," and it caused a bit of a squabble between Sullivan and some men in the house that I did not know—there was a rush to the door, and the house was almost cleared in an instant—I know Mr. Johnson by sight, and saw him outside the door as I was going out—I did not notice whether he was going out or coming in—he had not been in that bar where we were—I did not notice whether anybody was with him—I said " Good evening."

Cross-examined. There were two men with the prosecutor when he

came into our bar before any disturbance took place; they were quite strangers to me—he stood the Sullivans drinks, and then sat down on the form—at the time when I pointed the matter out to Mrs. Sullivan the pockets were turned out—I suppose four or five persons left when it was discovered; there were eight or nine in the bar before, I should say—I did not see the prisoner at the police-station—I suppose we were in the bar nearly two hours, but I did not notice the prisoner.

Re-examined. I never saw the two men afterwards—I suppose the prosecutor was three or four minutes in the small bar before he came into our bar—I do not remember seeing Johnson in the house when I came back from the lavatory—it was about 7. 30 when the prosecutor came in with the two men—when he came from the small bar into the large bar the two men did not come with him.

ETHEL MOORE . I am barmaid at the Black Bull, Holborn Hill—on the night of December 26th I saw the prosecutor asleep on a form in the bar, also the Sullivans—I know them all—after the prosecutor had been asleep some time some men came into the private bar first, and then left for a few minutes and entered the bar the prosecutor was asleep in—they asked for something to drink—one of them was the prisoner, and another was Johnson—I noticed the prisoner's knuckle was dislocated—he paid for the drink—Johnson came in and had a drink, and left a minute or two after—there were six or seven in the bar—a few minutes after Johnson left I heard a scrimmage and went to see what was the matter, and found Sullivan holding the prisoner—there was a good deal of excitement, and the prisoner and another man ran out—then I heard the man had been robbed, and I saw his pockets had been turned out—I next saw the prisoner at the Snow Hill Police-station, where I pointed him out amongst other men—I had previously given a description of him.

Cross-examined. I was serving alone at the time—there are three bars—I served the prisoner when he came in and had a drink with Johnson—there were three or four others in the private bar—when the scrimmage took place four or five people ran out of the house to see what it was—I saw Griffin there—when I noticed the prosecutor's pockets turned out he was sitting facing the bar—Sullivan was holding the prisoner by the coat—they had a tussle together.

EDWARD JOHNSON . I am a licensed victualler, and keep the Robin Hood public-house in Leather Lane, which is about a couple of hundred yards from the Black Bull—the prisoner, whom I have known for some time, came to my house, about 8 o'clock on Boxing night, in company with another man that I did not know and have not seen since—he came to see me for one thing, and he said "Lend me 5s.; I will leave you my watch as security"—I took it at first, but did not intend to keep it—we then went out with him down the Lane, talking to him about his trip; he had been away in the country—I said "Will, you have a glass of wine with me? and I will leave you"—we went into the private bar of the Black Bull—I know Ethel Moore—we had a small glass of port each—we were there about a couple of minutes—we came out and said "Good night"—I said "Here is your watch; the 5s. will be all right when you get it; you can give me that back," and I gave him back his watch—he said "The missis has my money; come and have a drink with me"—I said "I don't care about any more"—he said "Come along, it is

Christmas time, and I am going away and may not see you again for some time"—we went into the public bar, where the prisoner asked for three glasses of port—while I was there I noticed a man sitting asleep on the form; his hat was on the floor, and I saw the other man touch it with his foot—I drank my wine and left, leaving the prisoner at this end of the bar away from the people, and then went towards Leather Lane—I stopped and spoke to the officer on the beat, and the prisoner passed me with the other man going home—they went into the public bar of my house—the two men then came out and went down Brook Street, when they passed me they were laughing.

Cross-examined. The prisoner had had quite enough to drink—two or three minutes elapsed between the time I left the Black Bull and their passing me—the prisoner might have been hurrying a little, but not out of the ordinary—he is a fighting man, and had been on a tour with J. L. Sullivan—he did very well on that trip—I have known him as a quiet man—it is a small bar, about 12 feet by 12—other persons were clustering around—I did not notice whether the prisoner and the other man were carrying anything when they passed me.

GEORGE BAKER . I am eight years old, and go to Prince's Street Board School—I live with my mother at 89, Great Saffron Hill—on Boxing night I was out with my brother, close to the Robin Hood public-house—I saw the prisoner and another man come up to the house—the prisoner threw a note and bag away—I picked them up, and showed them to my brother Harry—it was about 8. 45 p.m.—I saw the prisoner afterwards at Guildhall—this is the bag.

Cross-examined. My brother took me to the Guildhall Police-court, where I saw the prisoner standing alone, and recognised him—I said it was the man because he had dark eyes—he threw both the bag and the piece of paper away together—the paper was outside the bag.

Re-examined. He walked off when he threw them away.

HARRY BAKER . I am brother of the last witness—I was with him on Boxing night—he left me, and I saw him again about 8. 45—he showed me this bag, and gave me the 5l. note crumpled up.

ELIZABETH BAKER . I am a widow, and the mother of the last witness—Harry gave me the 5l. note and little canvas bag—I afterwards gave them to Mr. Terry, the prosecutor's master.

JAMES EAGLE (City Policeman). I received information of the robbery and had the description of two men on 28th December—I arrested the prisoner on the 1st January at Easton Street, Clerkenwell—I said "I am a police officer, and I am going to take you into custody for being concerned with another man not in custody in stealing 8l. from a man's pocket inside the Black Bull public-house on Boxing night"—I might add, previous to that, as the prisoner was on the second floor and I was on the ground, I asked him to come down, and he would not come down, and I went up to him—he said "I was in the neighbourhood of Holborn, that night, but I don't know the Black Bull; I went into a number of public-houses; I don't know the names of them"—it was a private house—when I went up to him I said "You can be rough if you like, but I have plenty of assistance out here, and on the least signal from me they will come up; it will save a lot of bother if you go quiet"—he said "I will go quiet," and he did—I took him to the station—I placed him amongst six men in the cell-yard, and Miss Moore picked him out immediately

—I saw scratches on his face and a lump on his knuckle—I said to him "How did you get that knuckle dislocated?" and he said "In the little mill that I have been into"—he was charged at the station—he made no reply at the time, but afterwards he said he was innocent.

Cross-examined. I had seen the prisoner before—I don't think he knew me—I am a plain-clothes constable, and for aught he knew I might be a civilian—plenty know me that I do not know—Miss Moore and Mr. Chapman came to the police-court, but the latter did not identify him—I did not take Griffin there, because he said he could not identify him, and so with Sullivan, Mr. and Mrs. Sullivan, Griffin, and Chapman, could not identify him—I asked the prisoner if he objected to being placed amongst others, and he said he did not—he was represented by a solicitor at the police-court, and reserved his defence.

The prisoner received a good character.


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