Mrs. Dyson was then called and sworn. She looked well, but spoke slowly, as if labouring under suppressed emotion.
Mr. Pollard: Catherine Dyson, there were some papers produced the other day in court. Bradbury, will you produce those papers?
Inspector Bradbury handed in the papers.
The Stipendiary: Those, I suppose, are the papers and the card.
Mr. Pollard: They are the papers produced by Bradbury. (To witness): Have you seen those papers before?—Yes; at the coroner’s inquest in December, 1876.
You have Seen the first card—the card numbered one. That, I think you say, is the handwriting of your husband on the back of it?—Yes.
With reference to all the other papers, do you know the handwriting?—No, I do not.
The Stipendiary: You had better look over them, every one of them, before you speak to them all.
Witness then looked over them, prisoner meanwhile languidly saying: They are not all there. I want to look at them.
Mr. Clegg: Be quiet.