A very large proportion of the public were glad to hear that Charles Peace had recovered very satisfactorily from the injuries he had received.
As previously stated, he first refused to take any stimulants, and only seemed to desire to be left alone curled up under a heap of rugs.
Later in the day he revived a good deal; took stimulants freely, and when Mr. Hallam, surgeon, saw him late at night, he found him so much improved that he expressed his intention not to come down again unless sent for.
The necessity did not arise for Mr. Hallam to be again called in. Peace continued to improve during the night, and on Thursday morning, when the surgeon saw him again, he was much better. Peace spent a very restless night.
He tossed about a good deal, and his conduct was altogether so marked as not to escape attention.
The two warders who brought him from London had never both left him since they picked him up on the railway on Wednesday.
One of them sat close by Peace’s side throughout the whole night watching his every movement, and not for an instant having his gaze averted from his now more than ever remarkable and distinguished prisoner.
At intervals Peace, as already stated, tossed about a good deal, and then he became quiet, and apparently dropped into a sound slumber.
Presently the watchful eye of the warder has seen him peep stealthily up from under his rugs, evidently to ascertain whether he might risk any move without being watched.
Of course there was not the slightest chance of his escaping from the cells; but if opportunity offered he might make an attempt upon his life. He frequently took stimulants—brandy and milk; and when Mr. Hallam saw him on Thursday morning he found him very much better, and ordered him tea and bread and butter.