The Recorder—Did you take notice of the hand that was laid on sir John's throat?
Jones—I did.
The Recorder—Did it appear to you like the hand of a common sailor?
Jones—No; it seemed whiter.
Vernon—You have seen two hands held up at the bar. I would ask you to which of them it was most like in colour?
Jones—I have often seen Mahony's and White's hands, and I thought the hand was whiter than either of theirs; and I think it was neither of their hands by the colour of it.
The Recorder—Was sir John on the floor, or on the bed?
Jones—On the bed; but there was no sheets: it was a flock-bed, and nobody had lain there a great while.
Vernon—How long did the cries and noise which you heard continue?
Jones—Not a great while: he cried like a person going out of the world, very low. At my hearing it, I would have got out in the mean time, but my wife desired me not to go, for she was afraid there was somebody at the door that would kill me.