ROLLO RICHARDS.
5th April 1897
Reference Numbert18970405-321
VerdictGuilty > unknown
SentenceImprisonment > penal servitude

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321. ROLLO RICHARDS (36) , Feloniously causing an explosion by gunpowder on August 14th, 1894, likely to endanger life.

MESSRS. C. MATTHEWS, H. AVORY and BIRON Prosecuted, and MR. LAWLESS Defended.

WILLIAM KELLER DAVIS . I am Registrar of the Goldsmiths' Institution—I live at St. Mary's Cottage, Hythe Green—thf prisoner was a student there, in the electric engineering department, and in the workshop section in the machine drawing class—he worked at metal work, filing and scraping, in connection with engines, from October, 1881, till the time of his arrest—I know his writing—this is one of the forms of the Institute filled up by him; I am sure of that; and this other form, I believe, to be filled up by him.

Cross-examined. There are between 8,000 and 9,000 students, frequently 5,000—he was attending machine drawing—he attended the practical classes—he has been in the workshop since October, 1891—the

engines are machines which are used in the workshop—this form is not in a very uncommon kind of writing; I think some of it is peculiar; it is written neatly—I know it is the prisoner's writing.

Re-examined. It was written and signed in my presence, and that constitutes my absolute certainty.

GEORGE FREDERICK JARVIS . I am employed under Government in the torpedo department at Deptford—the prisoner and I are old school-fellows—I have known him about twenty-five years—I commenced work there about 1885 or 1886, and from 1886 to the end of 1894, and afterwards—my friendship with the prisoner continued after 1894; he used to come to my house about once a fortnight, never more frequently—I was sometimes at home, and sometimes out—all his conversation was about explosives, and a week or a fortnight before the explosion he suggested a container of three-sixteenths of steel, nine inches long and four inches wide, and asked me what the effect would be of the explosion of it against a brick wall or a door; I said, "Put against a doorway, it would do considerable damage, especially if charged with gun-cotton"—I made a practical joke, and said, "If I were you I should make a container about sixteen inches long, and eight inches broad"—he said that that would be rather a large one—I said, "Well, for the purpose it would be just right"—he said, "What depth would you make it?"—I said, "About a couple of inches deep, and you may fill it full of sovereigns and throw it up at my front window if you like"—I have warned him on several occasions—I said, "If I were you, I should leave containers and gun-cotton to somebody else"—he said, "Do you think, in the event of my making an explosion of any kind and putting it in anyplace, I should get found out?"—I said, "I think it quite likely you would"—he argued the point some time as to how he could be found out—I said, "Clever people do get found out"—he said, "Well, they never found you out"—that was something connected with my adventures in the Army—it had no effect upon him—he went away laughing—he once asked me if I thought they would sell him four ounces of gunpowder at an oil shop—I said, "I have got two ounces; I should think a big chap like you ought to get four"—I asked him whether he was going to have a field-day in the back yard—he said, "Oh, no; I only wanted to know if I could get four ounces of gunpowder in an oil shop"—he said that he had bought as many as four ounces of gunpowder in an oil shop, and that he would have a flare-up some day—I have warned him, and said, "If I were you I should be careful not to get into the hands of the blue-coat fraternity" I—he said that if a policeman got hold of him he would soon upset him, and asked me whether a policeman ever interfered with me—I said, "Yes, on one occasion"—most of these conversations had been repeated from time to time—he asked me on two or three occasions to lend him a sovereign—he has mentioned cordite, but he never asked me to get it—he asked me whether there was any cordite in the dockyard at Woolwich—I said, "Yes; but I could not get any of that"—he came oftener to my house just before the explosion; he came everyday, and stopped about an hour—these papers are in his writing, and so is this other, to the best of my belief; but there is some disguise about it.

Cross-examined. I first saw Mr. Quinn, who asked me whether I had any of the prisoner's writing—he did not ask me if I had had any conversation

with the prisoner—he did not get much out of me; the time was so short—they asked me about a soldering iron, and to try and recollect about an interview a short time before the explosion—I know that the prisoner is fond of all kinds of engineering; he is, to the best of my belief, a teetotaler—he lives with his parents in the neighbourhood of New Cross; they are very respectable—I often see him about the streets there—he told me that he had bought gunpowder within twelve months—when I warned him, he said, "I am not going to do anything, but I want to know what effect the explosion would have"; and he said that he was going to have a flare-up; but I cannot quote dates—when I heard of the New Cross explosion, I thought there was something wrong—I did not ask him into the house, but I used to speak to him just the same, but not about the New Cross explosion—I did not know what to think of the man—I did not go to the police—he speaks a little French; I have forgotten all the French I knew—I am certain that the conversation about the container took place before the explosion.

THOMAS MORGAN . In August, 1894, I lived at 175, New Cross Road, and was post-master at 177, where there is a letter-box opening on to the street—I left No. 177 on August 14th, 1894, about seven o'clock, and went to 175, where I sleep, leaving the premises secure—I had just got into bed, and heard a very loud sound like a collision, or the banting of a gas meter—I opened my window, looked out, and saw people running towards the Post-office, calling out that it was on fire—as I opened the door of 175 I smelt a sort of gunpowder smell—I went to 177; there was a very great crowd—I found the cross plate of the letter-box very much bent outwards, but hanging on by a corner, the window broken, and the letters in the letter-box and the stationery in the shop window on fire—a railway inspector and a constable were engaged in extinguishing the fire—Sumner, Cox and Mr. Clegg appeared to be guarding the box from the public—the box would be cleared at midnight—it had been cleared at nine o'clock—my neighbours and I took possession of the contents of the letter-box—the damage done to the shop was estimated at £65, but that is not correct; I think the bill was £45; I can produce it—everything in the Post-office was knocked about all over the place—I think this was on a Tuesday, and on the next Monday I received a letter in this envelope (produced.) unpaid, and "O. H. M. S." outside—I had made some statements which got into the press—I was very much pressed, and I am afraid I yielded too much—one old lady and two young ones were living on the premises.

Cross-examined. The nearest lamp was right opposite—it is a very nice road.

MART BROWN . I live at 14, Hatcham Park Road—on August 14th, 1894, I lived with my husband over the Post-office, 177, New Cross Road, and heard an explosion at 10.30—I went to the window, and there was smoke and smell like fireworks—a constable was knocking at the door; my mother had gone out then—I saw something pulled out of the letter-box, and saw one of the boxes smouldering—a constable took something, which I rather think was alight, from the smouldering letters—I saw something partly smouldering and partly alight—to the best of my knowledge, it was four or five inches long, and rather thick, and covered with blue, brown, and white paper—the blue was attached to'the side to make it round

and it was tied; and there was a white paper with some writing on it—there was string hanging from it, and it seemed gummed—this (Produced.) is very like the white paper with writing on it.

Cross-examined. The Post-office was a complete wreck—it shook the house, and put the light out in the room I was in, and threw the pictures I from the wall; it was like a gun.

EDWARD PERCY MOPFORD . I am a printer, of Brockley—in August, 1894, between ten and 10.30, I was in New Cross Road, standing outside the Five Bells, which is thirty or thirty-five yards from the Post-office, and the prisoner passed me; he was going towards the Post-office—I waited outside a few minutes, and then Pike joined me with a milk-barrow; we went on, and as we got near the Post-office we saw a man running towards us, towards Hatcham Park Road, and directly afterwards I heard an explosion from the Post-office—the police were on the scene shortly after, and then the fire brigade—I stayed and saw the letter-box looked into, and a blue paper packet found with string hanging to it—I remained on the premises till early next morning, and then left—on February 26th, 1897, I was taken to Greenwich Police-court; eight or nine men were paraded in a room, and I picked out the prisoner as the man whom I had seen pass me; I am certain he is the man.

Cross-examined. There are about a dozen shops between the Five Bells and the Post-office; I have not paced the distance—Hatcham Park Road is not very wide, and the public-house stands at the corner—I was waiting outside the Five Bells between ten and eleven minutes—I had never seen the prisoner before, and I did not see him again till I was taken to Greenwich last month—he took about half a minute to walk by me, and thirty or forty other people passed me—I do not suppose I could identify any of them—I cannot recollect how the prisoner was dressed; he was about five feet six high—he had a small portion of beard, and a small moustache, like a man who had not shaved for a fortnight or three weeks; not a beard like he has now—there was a gas-lamp just behind me; part of his face was turned towards the shops—I told you at the Police-court that I could recognise the man again;. I think he was a different man to the prisoner—I looked round after him, and directly afterwards heard the explosion—we saw him come from the pillar-box—I am under the impression that it was a different man from the prisoner—he was wearing a bowler hat—I saw the man at the letter-box before he started to run past me—I was ten or fifteen yards off—it would be rather difficult to see what he was doing in the shadow—to get to King Edward Street, you have to go down Hatcham Park Road; I live in that neighbourhood—I cannot say for certain that the prisoner lives there—I saw Pike next day, and had a talk over it—he had to go on with his work, and I stopped—we talked about it a good deal for a couple of days—I had the package in my hand—I could not see that it was sticky.

Re-examined. As the man ran from the Post-office part of his face was towards me; I was not able to see his whole face—he had a slight growth of hair—I said at the Police-court, "I cannot say whether the prisoner was or was not the man who ran away from the Post-office."

By the COURT. I cannot say whether the prisoner is or is not the man who ran away from the Post-office.

FREDERICK PIKE . I am a milkman, of 132, New Cross Road—on the night of August 14th, 1894, I was out with a milk-barrow—Mopford was with me—we wheeled our barrows together towards the Post-office, and when we got about three doors from the Post-office I saw the prisoner putting something into the letter-box, and as we went towards him he saw us, and ran towards Hatcham Park Road—we went on nearer to the Post-office, and when we got next door I heard an explosion, which came from the letter-box—a lot of people came up—I went away on my duty, and left Morford behind—in February this year I went to Greenwich Police-station, and saw a number of men; I was told to pick out the man I had seen at the Post-office that night, and picked out the prisoner—I am sure he is the man.

Cross-examined. It was dark, and all the shops were shut—I was about three doors away when I saw the man at the letter-box—the explosion occurred before I got to the letter-box—the man saw me coming towards him, and he ran towards me full face—it is not correct to say that he looked towards the shops—I was on the kerb, and he was in the gutter beside me—I had never seen him before, to my knowledge, and never saw him again for three years—he wore a bowler hat, a black coat and a beard of small growth; not the length that the prisoner has now—there were other men with beards in the row at Greenwich—I do not remember your asking me about his hat, at the Police-court—I remember a little more now—I have not seen a great deal of Mopford since—I told Inspector Drew, a day or two afterwards, what I saw of it—I knew the prisoner at Greenwich; I could not take my eyes off him—I said, "None of the men had beards"—I think he was the only man with a beard—I never stopped to see where the man went—Hatcham Park Road is about sixty yards down from the letter-box—we were only dawdling along—I did not see a man put his foot on the pavement immediately after the explosion, and knocked down by it; nor did he jump up and run down Hatcham Park Road; only one man ran—I was on the nearest side of the street to the Post-office—it is a very wide street.

Re-examined. I was on the Post-office side, on the kerb—Mopford was in the gutter, pushing the barrow—I was nearer to the man who ran away—the ordinary street lamps were alight; there was a gas lamp immediately opposite the Post-office, but not so far up as the Post-office on the side I was on—I was three or four yards from the Post-office when the man passed; I saw his face, and the hair on it was slight; his beard was not so long as it is now—I knew him as soon as I saw him at the station.

JOHN DALY . I am a billiard marker, of 23, Cambridge Place, Paddington—on August 14th, 1894, I was employed in the billiard-room of the Five Bells public-house, New Cross Road—about 10.30 I crossed the road towards the Post-office—as I stepped on to the kerb of the pavement on the Post-office side, having crossed the road, and about four or five yards from the letter-box, I was struck and knocked down—I heard an explosion like a gun going off—I was stunned for the moment—I was bruised about the face—I went home as quickly as I could—I have not been the same since—my eyes got burnt, and I had to go to Moorfields Hospital—I was laid up, and had to attend the hospital till twelve months since.

Cross-examined. The Five Bells is about fifty yards from the Post-office—I went diagonally across the road—I was about a minute's walk from the White Hart, and in front of the Post-office—I saw a man run away—I jumped up, looked right and left, and walked quickly home—I do not think I was in a state to run—I did not see two boys with a barrow—I had a bowler hat on—my eyes were nearly closed; they were so painful I had to shut them.

Re-examined. I suppose I did not lie there a second—I was frightened for the moment—I made my way along the Hatcham Park Road.

BENJAMIN COX (252 F). On March 14th, 1894, I was on duty on the New Cross fixed point—about 10.15 p.m. I heard a report from the direction of the Five Bells—I ran to the spot, and found the front of the shop No. 177 alight, and the brass plate of the letter-box blown out, and the letters strewn across the pavement—I heard shouting in the house, and I asked if anyone was hurt—Miss Brown said no one was injured—I went for the fire engine—I returned to the Post-office—Mr. Sumner, the railway inspector, assisted me to put the fire out, which was still smouldering in the box—I saw him pull from the box a brown paper cartridge attached to some string, a hollow packet—he was beating his hand round the box and he pulled the packet out by the string—I advised him, and he put them in a pail of water.

Cross-examined. I saw the packet; it was oily and greasy—brown and blue paper was on the outside, with a kind of greasy, oily parchment inside—I was about 100 yards off when I heard the explosion—I have not paced it, but by the eye I should say it is fifty to seventy yards from the Five Bells to the Post-office.

WILLIAM SUMNER . I am a railway inspector on the London, Brighton, and South Coast Railway—I was close to the Post-office, when the explosion occurred on August 14th—I was on the other side—I saw Daly reel over—he jumped up, and ran towards the Five Bells—L ran up to the letter-box—it was blazing up—Cox came up, and laskedtim to help pull the box open, so that I could get my hand in—he pulled the wood-work away; I put my hand in, and pulled some smouldering letters out—I felt some string, and on pulling it out I found it was tied in a clumsy manner to a package, about four inches by three, in white paper, with some blue paper below, and some canvas below that—it was a peculiar shape, and twine was twisted a number of times round the package—I took it through the house to the back, and put it in a pail of water—on the white paper was writing like this produced.

Cross-examined. This is not now in the same state as it was—I did not see a man running down the Hatcham Park Road, nor two boys with a barrow.

By the COURT. I was not more than ten yards from the explosion—Daly ran away—he came back, and I said, "You are the man I saw running away after the explosion"—he said, "Yes, I was."

EDWARD BADHAM (25 R). On the night of the explosion I went to the Post-office—I received from Sumner this package, which had been in water—I gave it to Inspector Drew.

HENRY DREW (Inspector, H). I received the package from Badham—I made a copy of the inscription on it—I gave it the next day to Colonel Majendie—to the best of my belief, this is it.

MICHAEL WALSH (Constable). For some years I have attended meetings convened at Deptford Broadway, on Sunday evenings, by persons calling themselves Anarchists—I have seen the prisoner at them scores of times—on January 24th, 1897, at one of those meetings, in a discussion about the Barcelona Anarchists, the prisoner intervened—he said foreign Anarchists, as a rule, used nitro-glycerine in manufacturing bombs, especially for blowing up safes, and they throw rugs and carpets over the safes to deaden the sound—subsequently he added that was much easier than a bomb.

Cross-examined. There are plenty of Anarchists all over London, some foreigners—I made notes as a rule—I reported the conversation the next morning at Scotland Yard—the Scotland Yard authorities conduct this prosecution—I was not called at any of the six hearings at the Police-court—I have seen nitro-glycerine—it is a fluid; I cannot say if it is sticky and oily.

JOHN WALSH (Police Inspector). On February 6th I went with Inspector Melville and other officers to the prisoner's father's house, where the prisoner resided, at 136, Edward Street, West Deptford—I knocked, and the prisoner opened the door—I told him we were police officers, and I had a warrant, and should apprehend him for causing the explosion at 177, New Cross Road on August 14th, 1894—he rushed to the kitchen, but we secured him—he struggled violently—I repeated the charge to him—he said, "Yes, I admit I was there at the time on that night, but I can prove that I had nothing to do with it"—he said, "My God! had I known you were coming I would have had a chisel and gouged your eyes out"—on the door of the scullery in the kitchen a coat was hanging, which heendea voured to get at, and to prevent us getting near—seeing he was so anxious to get at the coat I went to it—he said, "You will find something there and if I had it you would never have arrested me"—I found this shoemaker's knife, nearly new, and recently sharpened—this letter, marked D, was lying on the kitchen table, with writing materials—the ink was wet on it—when I could take it up he said, "You need not trouble; I have been writing; that is my writing"—after he had been taken to the station I searched the room the prisoner occupied upstairs—in a box I found these two canisters, containing gunpowder, some solder, several pieces of metal and certain mechanical appliances, and some touch-paper in a canister; another canister containing a white substance, and another with fragments of metal in it; also these pieces of wire, blue paper and string, and a number of books—in the scullery I found a basket, two pieces of canister, some pieces of block tin, several pieces of wire, this wooden block, a ladle and two spoons, a bottle containing spirits of salt, and a bar of solder—in the kitchen drawer was this soldering iron, several books, manuscript and memoranda, Czerney's Exercise Books, marked 1 and 2, papers with geometrical designs on them, marked E1, E2 and E3, and this paper marked F1—the manuscript book marked F6 I found in the front room, after he had directed me—at the station I showed him everything I had found—he said, "You need not trouble about them; they are all mine," and that he used the tin for mending pots and kettles—when he saw the books he said, "You have not got all the books now"—I said, "We could not find any more"—he said, "If you go into my room, you will find an exercise-book belonging to me; there are many receipts which

will be useful to me, but you must let me have it back"—his room, the back room, we forced open—this book was in the front parlour downstairs—I followed his instructions, and found F6, which contains receipts for manufacturing gun-cotton, etc.

Cross-examined. There are also receipts for making watch bells, reservoirs, memoranda as to mean distances, equation of time, and other things; about thirty things—he said, "You are not so clever; you have not found everything now"—I have made inquiries about the prisoner for about three years; after the explosion at Lewisham—I have said he has been under my observation since 1895—he has been casually under my observation—I knew where to find him—he has been living in Edward Street, with highly respectable people, since he was a boy—he has never done anything but mischief, as far as I know—the tin found is such as is used in ox-tongue and salmon tins.

Re-examined. There was every indication of his carrying on a trade, such as mending pots and kettles; a vice was fitted up in the scullery, and all the materials used for making those articles.

EDWARD FLOOD (Detective Sergeant). I was with Walsh at the prisoner's arrest, and had charge of him in the kitchen while his room was being searched—he said, "They won't find much upstairs, except some gunpowder"—I took him to the station in a cab with another officer—he said, going along, "There have been some other explosions, but I know nothing about them; I only know about the New Cross one; I was coming from Kent Road with Mrs. White, and she went oneway and I went the other, and then I saw the explosion: If I knew you were going to lay hands on me I would dig the knife through you:" there has been another explosion at East Greenwich, but I only know that through the press; here is the cutting," handing me this report (produced.) about the finding of a bomb at East Greenwich—there is no date on it, but I think it was in January—he said", "I would not have written that letter you found if I knew you were coming"—nothing had taken place to cause him to produce the newspaper cutting—he did not put it back in his pocket; he said I might keep it—he saw this bomb (Produced.) on a table at the Police-station, and said, "I know all about that; I could not have told you so."

Cross-examined. The cutting does contain a description of this bomb—it was not shown to him, but Mr. Melville held up a ratchet-brace which was lying on the table—I have been twenty years in the force—my statement was that the bomb was on the table; I ought to have said that Mr. Melville held up the ratchet-brace; it was a mistake my saying "bomb"—he saw the bomb first, and the ratchet-brace afterwards.

Re-examined. It is a small room, with a large table, so that the things were close to the prisoner—this is the thing I refer to as a ratchet-brace.

MAURICE FITZGERALD (Detective Officer). I was in the cab with the prisoner—some reference was made to a bomb recently found at Greenwich, and the prisoner handed a newspaper cutting to Sergeant Flood, which the sergeant returned—I was in charge of him at the station until he was charged, and when he was charged he said, "A tram-car went over the box, and it went off. I am a scholar; I have a knowledge of chemicals, but not sufficient to cause this damage"—that

was in reference to New Cross—"The only thing I am afraid of in the business is the writing on that Greenwich affair, they are sure to say it is mine; it would be absurd to say so; my friends would scout the idea of it. It was a man named Atkinson who put me away, and you know him"—when the officers Melville and Flood were there, there was a conversation about some property that Was found at that address—a number of things were on the table—the prisoner said something about the racket-brace—he was talking the whole time, and made irrelevant comments.

Cross-examined. I was in Court while Flood gave his evidence—Melville called attention to the bomb on the table—I heard Flood give his evidence at Greenwich—I have not told him I thought he was mistaken.

FREDERICK STEVENS (Policeman). I was at the prisoner's house when he was told he would be charged with causing the explosion at the New Cross Post-office—while he was in my charge temporarily he volunteered the statement, "I was at New Cross on the night of the explosion at the time, with a friend, but I had nothing at all to do with it."

Cross-examined. I had the prisoner under my observation for some time—I do not think he is eccentric—I have not made inquiries about him—I have not heard he was in Greenwich Infirmary nine months—he always seemed to speak rationally enough—he was excited; so would anyone be when arrested.

ROBERT EBBAGE (Detective Sergeant, R.) I was at Greenwich Police-station when the prisoner was brought in—just before he was charged he said,"I wish you had let me know two or three days before; I should have had the doors bolted; you would have found me on the roof, and would soon be glad to get out of the street. I suppose you would like half a pint of beer?"—I replied, "No"—he said, "That is half the cause of the trouble in this country, the publicans ought to be bombed as well as the Queen"—the next day, at the back of the Court, he said, "What do you think I will get? The only thing I, am afraid of is that writing they have got on that thing, if I thought that I should get five years I would bash my head up against the wall, and go mad; I would sooner do five years at Broadmoor than at Portland."

Cross-examined. After all these extraordinary statements I did not think him eccentric.

JOHN WALSH (Further Cross-examined). I said at the Police-court, "He is of a very excitable disposition, and is certainly strange in his manner. His language is abominable, whenever you speak to him."

Re-examined. I mean his language was obscene when arrested, and up to the time he lefo the Police-court; whenever he had the opportunity of using such language to me, or in speaking of the police, it was always tainted with obscenity.

JOSELYN HUME THOMSON . I am Inspector of Explosives at the Home Office—I went with the officers to the prisoner's house when he was arrested—I was present when the articles produced were found—these are implements and materials with which tin and lead canisters can be formed; fluid solder, a soldering iron, and so on, and saltpetre and perhaps an ounce of gunpowder at the outside—I have compared the blue paper found at his house with the remains of the blue paper of the explosion—it is the same quality and colour, only the explosion paper

has been in water and is slightly discoloured—the paper would not be sticky from nitre-glycerine if it had all exploded—I should not expect to find it sticky after an explosion, because nitro-glycerme would escape; there was none in this case—I was shown the exploded package about three days after the explosion—it was in a very strained condition; it was hard to say what the exact shape had been—it consisted of a wrapping with string in white paper, with writing on it—the exhibits "A" and "B" are the remains; and there was a great quantity of this blue paper and canvas and other paper, and a piece of board that is not forthcoming. (The writings were: on "A" "In Memorium, Ravachol Vaillant Henri Bourdin Santo;" on "B" was "La reine, vive l'Anarchie."

Cross-examined. There was no nitro-glycerine, which is insoluble in water—I know of no explosive that is oily after the explosion—I cannot account for its being oily and sticky—it might leave traces that were oily and sticky if all the nitro-glycerine were not exploded—in that case the nitro-glycerine would have been found—the packet was hollow when I got it; portions were blown off—if properly exploded, it would not have been blown to fragments if powder was used, and it was used, as a fact—if the packet had contained nitro-glycerine the explosion would have been very sudden, and there would have been very little of the package left—vaseline is used in cordite—cordite being present would not explain the stickiness—the stickiness might have been paste—the blue paper is similar to what grocers use, a very ordinary paper; I have used it myself—the quantity of saltpetre used was quite small—the things found are perfectly consistent with an innocent purpose.

Re-examined. Everything that will make bombs, is consistent with an innocent purpose generally—this is the piece of canvas; it is very strong—a good deal of paste was used in the construction of the bomb, and that would account for the stickiness—the canvas and paper were pasted together, and the writing was pasted on the outside of the blue paper—three or four ounces of gunpowder would cause such an explosion, and I have seen a similar result upon another shop in New Cross, in which three or four ounces were used—a metal container would make some difference, or if the explosives were contained in a box—I have seen the receipts in the exercise-books.

GEORGE SMITH INGLIS . I am an expert in handwriting, of 8, Red Lion Square, Holborn—I have had great experience in the study of handwriting, and the comparison of disputed writing—I have had submitted to me the admitted and disputed documents, marked "A," "B," and "C," in this case—I have examined them, and have made the report produced—they are written by the same hand—one or two striking resemblances are that the looped letters, In and l, agree in being very tall—the capitals, I and R, agree as "In Memorium," on the bomb, and "Richards," on the, exercise-book—I can give further reasons for my conclusions.

Cross-examined. I have not counted my reasons—what is a disguised hand?—I write two or three, and this gentleman writes several—I referred to his writing at the Police-court as a school-boy style—his writing on the title-page of the book is not near so round as that on the bomb—I have made a copy of his writing at the top of my report—I have not not made the n and m so perfect as they are on the bomb—I was asked for another copy, and I made it from my copy—that is why this is

less like that on the bomb—"ha reine" is bad French; so I came to the conclusion it was l, "la reine." Q. Do you still believe Mr. Parnell wrote that letter?A. I am not on the Parnell case, and will not answer.

GEORGE FREDERICK JARVIS (Re-examined). I have known the defendant ever since he was at school—I regarded him as being eccentric in his manner—I have heard he was confined as a lunatic for nine months in 1883-84 in the Greenwich Infirmary, but I was not in this country in 1883.

Re-examined. I considered his conversation and actions eccentric—he came into my place one evening, drenched through with rain, during a very heavy thunderstorm, and said he had been on the bridge, and asked me to come on the bridge and look at it—I said we could get a better view out of the front room—I thought that eccentric—he did not mind the rain, but I did—also, when he was about twelve or fourteen, he used to fancy he was a locomotive, and trundle along the kerb-stone, going "Puff, puff, puff"—I cannot say I have seen other boys do that, only very little children.

GUILTY .— Seven Years' Penal Servitude.

There were two other indictments against the prisoner or similar offences,


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