Mr. Crotch: Then what happened?
Witness: Then what happened, deary? I follows him to Aldersgate Street, the place where he puts up, and I finds out where he comes from, and I says to my poor self “I missed you the first time, and I swore my oath I will not lose you again, my gentleman from Cloisterham. I’ll go there first, and bide your coming.” And I did. I goes to Cloisterham, and I waits outside the Nun’s House, just where the omnibus goes, and he gets down, and I follows him up a bystreet till he disappears under a archway to the left. I turns round, and he was gone.
Mr. Crotch: Did you see any one?
Witness: A white-haired gentleman who told me that his name was Datchery.
Mr. Crotch: Did you go to the Cathedral next morning?
Witness: I did, deary.
Mr. Crotch: Did you see the prisoner there?
Witness: I see him from behind a pillar.
Mr. Crotch: You recognised him?
Witness: I recognised him, deary.