Monday Morning.
Addressed,
Mr. Foxall, Rose Inn, Dartford.
Mr. Bolland. In consequence of that you sent a chaise to Northfleet?
A. I did.
Q. Did you see the chaise on its return from Northfleet?
A. Yes; the chaise drove furiously into my yard with two gentlemen and Mr. Sandom, with white cockades in their hats.
Q. What sort of hats were they?
A. They were very large cocked hats.
Q. Were they flat hats; what are called opera hats?
A. I did not see; indeed they did not take them off.
Q. Were they quite plain hats?