Witness.—I never heard the voices of either May or Bishop before that time, but I think I can swear to the voice of Williams. I have reason to believe that his was one of the three voices that I heard.
Mr. Halls.—Did it strike you at the moment that you heard the voice of Williams?
Witness.—Yes, it struck me at the moment that it was the voice of Williams. Had I known that anything wrong was going on at the time, I might have put my ear closer to the wall, and might have heard everything that passed.
Mr. Burnaby, the clerk.—In what part of the house did you hear the scuffling?
Witness.—It took place in the front parlour, and my bed was in the front parlour of the house adjoining.
The prisoner Williams here observed, that on the Thursday night spoken to by the witness, Bishop kicked up a row, and broke his things.
Witness.—The row of which you speak, when Bishop broke his things, was on the previous Sunday night.
Williams.—No, it was on the Thursday; and I went for the policeman, who came with me to the palings, about two o'clock in the morning, but refused to go any further. I took care of my wife's bonnet and shawl, and also a looking-glass, to prevent Bishop from breaking them. The policeman was present at the time.
Mr. Minshull.—The explanation, prisoner, which you give is, that the row, as you call it, took place on the night of Thursday, and not on the Sunday night.
Williams.—It was either Thursday night or Friday night. The women can say which night it was. (Here Bishop whispered Williams, and the latter said no more.)