Have you never seen letters purporting to come from him?—No, I never have, for I did not know he could write, because he used to get my husband to write for him.
As far as you are concerned in reference to this wish, that you wanted the prisoner to frame your photo—
Mrs. Dyson: I did not ask him to frame mine.
I did not ask you that. I said your husband’s mother’s photo. You did not tell anyone of that?—I do not remember that I did.
Now, just listen to this letter; will you take it into your hands and follow it while I read a copy? Now listen: “Saturday afternoon—I write you these few lines to thank you for all your kindness, which I shall never forget, from you and your wife. She is a good one. Does she know that you are to give me the things or not? How can you keep them concealed? One thing I wish you to do is to frame his mother’s photograph and send it in with my music-book; if you please do it when he is in. Many thanks for your kind advice. I hope I shall benefit by it. I shall try to do right to every body as far as I can, for I can always look upon you as a friend. Good-bye. I have not much time. Burn this when you have read it.”
Madame, will you still venture to swear that that paper is not in your writing?—No, it is not.
Peace: I will prove it, though.
You remember you are upon your oath?—Yes, I do.
Peace: I want these witnesses of mine called.
You were very intimate with Peace, were you not?—Yes, I used to go into his house with his wife and daughter.