"Previous to your visit where were you on that night?"
"At my husband's lodgings in Park Street, Islington. He was very ill, and I was nursing him."
"Did he send you for his father?"
"No, he was delirious. He spoke of his father several times, and it appeared to me to be my duty to make him acquainted with his son's dangerous condition. There was no one else to go but myself, and I went to Catchpole Square because I considered it right to do so."
The Juror (who had taken so conspicuous a part in Monday's proceedings): "When he spoke of his father, what were his precise words?"
The Coroner: "I do not think the witness should be asked that question."
Florence: "Oh, yes, there is nothing to conceal. He simply said, 'My father, my father!' and I gathered from that that he wished to see him. It was natural that I should think so."
The Coroner: "Quite natural. You arrived at Catchpole Square, and knocked at the door of the deceased?"
"Yes, I knocked a good many times, but no one answered me. As I was about to leave the square I heard voices, and saw, very dimly, two men very close to me. I did not know they were policemen, and one of them called out to me to stop, and caught hold of me. I was so frightened that I tore myself away, and ran out of the Square as quickly as I could."
The Juror: "Did you know at that time that your husband was not on good terms with his father?"