ld Bailey for
robbery and murder.

The deposition of the murdered man was put in by the Crown, and the
witnesses sworn who heard it, and Captain Cowen was called to support a
portion of it. He swore that he supped with the deceased and loaded
one pistol for him while Mr. Gardiner loaded the other; lent him the
key of his own door for further security, and himself slept in the City.

The judge asked him where, and he said, "13 Farringdon Street."

It was elicited from him that he had provided counsel for the prisoner.

His evidence was very short and to the point. It did not directly
touch the accused, and the defendant's counsel--in spite of his
client's eager desire--declined to cross-examine Captain Cowen. He
thought a hostile examination of so respectable a witness, who brought
nothing home to the accused, would only raise more indignation against
his client.

The prosecution was strengthened by the reluctant evidence of Barbara
Lamb. She deposed that three years ago Cox had been detected by her
stealing money from a gentleman's table in the "Swan" Inn, and she gave
the details.

The judge asked her whether this was at night

"No, my lord; at about four of the clock. He is never in the house at
night; the mistress can't abide him."

"Has he any key of the house?"

"Oh, dear, no, my lord."

The rest of the evidence for the Crown is virtually before the reader.

For the defence it was proved that the man was found drunk, with no
money nor keys upon him, and that the knife was found under the wall,
and the blood was traceable from the wall to the stable. Bradbury, who
proved this, tried to get in about the wine; but this was stopped as
irrelevant. "There is only one person under suspicion," said the
Judge, rather sternly.

As counsel were not allowed in that day to make speeches to the jury,
but only to examine and cross-examine and discuss points of law, Daniel
Cox had to speak in his own defence.

"My lord," said he, "it was my double done it."

"Your what?" asked my lord, a little peevishly.

"My double. There's a rogue prowls about the 'Swan' at nights, which
you couldn't tell him from me. (Laughter.) You needn't to laugh me to
the gallows. I tell ye he have got a nose like mine." (Laughter.)

Clerk of Arraigns. Keep silence in the court, on pain of imprisonment.

"And he have got a waistcoat the very spit of mine, and a tumble-down
hat such as I do wear. I saw him go by and let his