WALTER GEER.
16th September 1889
Reference Numbert18890916-750
VerdictGuilty > lesser offence
SentenceImprisonment > hard labour

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750. WALTER GEER (20) , Feloniously cutting and wounding John Burjess, with intent to do him grievous bodily harm.

JOHN BURJESS . I am a cabinetmaker, of 3, Falcoln Buildings, Old Bethnal Green Road—on September 10th, about 7 a. m., the prisoner knocked at my door when I was in bed—I opened it, and he said, "Are you the man that lives downstairs?"—I said "Yes; who are you?"—he said, "I am that woman's brother upstairs"—I saw a knife in his Hand—we had a scuffle, and he stabbed me twice on my back and on my left arm—I did not know it at the time, but I was stabbed in six or seven places—I had never seen him before, but I knew the woman upstairs—the prisoner ran away—I put on my coat, went after him, and found him in charge they sewed up my wound at the station—after the prisoner had stabbed me two or three times, I ran in and got this stick (produced) to beat him off—he held one end of it and I the other, and he was stabbing me all the time—he got into the passage I gave him in charge.

Cross-examined. I was not standing at my room door when you entered the house; I was in bed—I did not say, "You are not coming into this house," nor did you say, "I am entitled to come in; my sister lives here;" nor did I strike you on your chest; you got me on the ground and then stabbed me—I tried to get possession of the knife, and you plunged it into me.

By the COURT. I still say that he was a perfect stranger to me; I never saw him before—I did not charge him with insulting my wife, but he did so.

MARTHA BURJESS . I am the wife of the last witness—on the Monday night the prisoner came down and said, "I am tired of waiting for your husband; I will cut your two eyes out of your head"—that was midnight of the 9th—I went into the street, and a policeman came up and saw me into my room, and sent the prisoner and his sister and brother upstairs to their room, and I heard no more till next morning at seven,

when he knocked at my door—I got out of bed at the same time as my husband, and saw the struggle and the knife—the prisoner stabbed my husband twice, on his back and on his arm—he ran in and got his stick, and there was a struggle, and he stabbed him again and ran away, and the constable stopped him, as he had no hat on—my husband gave him in charge.

Cross-examined. There was not a jangle between your sister and me, there had not been a word spoken—I have never had any quarrel with you.

HERBERT WICKMAN . I live at 18, Powell Street, Bethnal Green, and call people up in the morning—I have a regular round—on the morning of September 10 I saw the prisoner and Burjess out in the middle of the road—the prisoner had a knife in his hand, and stabbed him on his back and then on his arm, and Burjess got his walking-stick; they struggled for it, and the prisoner stabbed him again—I saw him taken in charge.

PATRICK QUINLIVAN . I am a surgeon, of 254, Bethnal Green Road—on 10th September I examined Burjess and found two clean-cut incised wounds on his back, about the middle of each shoulder-bone, and another clean-cut wound on the outer upper part of his left arm—I found on his shirt, cuts corresponding with the stabs—they might have been inflicted with a knife, they reached down to the bone—he is going on well, but he still complains of his back.

JOHN NEIL (Policeman J R 11). On 10th September, at 7 a. m., I was returning off duty, and saw the prisoner running towards me without a hat, which raised my suspicions; I went in front of him, and prevented his going further; he placed his hand on a private part, and said that a man round the corner had kicked him there—Burjess came round the corner with two others, and said, "Oh, constable, I am stabbed all over by that man"—I saw blood trickling down his shirt, and told the prisoner he would be charged with stabbing him; he said. "They paid me with the stick, but I paid him his own back"—I searched him at the station, but found no knife—he was sober.

The Prisoner's statement before the Magistrate. "I know nothing about this case of stabbing."

The Prisoner called GEORGE SLADE. The prisoner is my brother-in-law—on Monday, September 4th, I was at work, and my wife came to meet me about 10. 30 p. m., and told me something—I went home with her—the prisoner came home about eleven; we brought home a bit of supper for him; he had his supper with us and went to bed, asking me to call him at five o'clock—I said he would have to call himself—shortly after he went to bed my mistress and the persons upstairs were talking about Mrs. Burjess; a few words occurred, and Mrs. Burjess said something about my mistress, I do not know what—I called my mistress up, and my brotherin-law came down, and took my wife upstairs—he went to bed after that, and next morning, the 10th, I heard the prisoner open his window (he sleeps in the next room to me, and is a single man)—he asked a man who was passing what time it was; the man said, "Ten minutes past five"—the prisoner closed the window, went downstairs, and left the house—I heard him close the door, and heard nothing more till between six and seven, when I heard Burjess walking about the passage, talking very loud to somebody—I knew his voice—my wife said that he was calling

to my brother Walter—I looked over the railings and heard the prisoner say, "Don't push me, take your hands off me—I said, "Walter, come upstairs," and Burjess struck him a blow, and his hat fell off—they struggled together, and the prisoner had Burjess under him—they struggled to the middle of the road—I went into the front room, and saw them struggling together, and afterwards saw the prisoner kneeling on him, one knee towards his throat, as if he intended to strangle him, but I saw no knife—the prisoner let him get up, and he ran into his own house, got a stick, and came out and struck the prisoner with it, and beat him about several parts of his body—they struggled together, and Burjess kicked the prisoner in the privates—I said, "Walter, Walter, go away"—he struggled to the corner of the street, and I saw no more of him—I saw no stabbing and no knife.

GUILTY of unlawfully wounding. Four Month' Hard Labour.


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