Inspector Bradbury was then bound over to prosecute, and the witnesses to appear at the trial.
The Prisoner: Will you let me sit before the fire a bit before I go? I am really very bad.
Mr. Clegg: He complains of being cold.
Prisoner: You can put me in irons if you like, but put me near a fire.
The Chief Constable: The cells are warm enough. It is only in this corridor that there is so much air.
Mr. Clegg: You will be warm enough in the cell.
Prisoner: I want to see you.
Mr. Clegg: Yes, I will see you.
Prisoner was then removed to the cell, groaning and whining, apparently overcome by the result of the day’s proceedings.
Mrs. Dyson laboured under suppressed emotion, but bore the ordeal well. The utmost precautions were taken to keep down excitement in the town, but popular feeling ran very high.