Prisoner. Do you know Thomas Leicester?
Mercy. A pedler called at our house on the eleventh of October, and he said his name was Thomas Leicester.
Prisoner. How was he shod?
Mercy. In hobnailed shoes.
Prisoner. Which way went he on leaving you?
Mercy. Madam, he went northwards; I know no more for certain.
Prisoner. When did you see Mr. Gaunt last?
Mercy. Four days ago.
Judge. What is that? You saw him alive four days ago?
Mercy. Ay, my lord; the last Wednesday that ever was.