State Trials, Political and Social. Volume 1 (of 2)
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State Trials, Political and Social. Volume 1 (of 2)
Trials -- Great Britain
_Turner_ in his defence said that his name was first mentioned by the
man Hill, the manservant, who, when he came home late after the robbery,
said that he and the maid had been at supper at his house, which was
false. The fact was that the first he heard of the burglary was when the
constable came to him and found him and all his family in bed. On being
informed of what had taken place, he at once went to Tryon's house, and
discussed the matter with him. Tryon suspected Christmas of being one of
the men he had seen in his room, and he was fetched by a constable and
afterwards sent to the Compter. Turner had prevented a robbery at the
same place a year since, and he set to work to see if he could not
recover the stolen property by the same means that he had used on that
occasion. He remembered one John Wild, and he went to look for him
'beyond the little postern between the two Tower Hills, near the Tower
ditch.' On Friday night when he got to the house where he had found the
persons he wanted the year before, he 'passed a fellow in black, in a
large coat, such another man as this (pointing at one that stood by); he
was in a black loose coat, and he was trimmed with ribband at his knee.'
Thinking he must be one of the men he was in search of, either Wild or
White, he seized him, and charged him with the burglary.
Said I, Mr. Tryon's house was robbed, and you are the person
that I will lay flat felony to; you should have been one of them
that were to rob him a year since, when Col. Ashton betrayed you
all. He began with some hard oaths; be quiet, said I, I will
call out; you are an undone man; I will lay this felony to you.
I shifted my hold from his collar to the waistband of his
breeches; I thought I had him more secure. Said I, Wild, do not
deceive yourself, play not the fool; if you will save your life,
let me see where those goods and monies are, else you will go to
pot. We walked to the hill. I had fast hold of his breeches all
this while; and yet I was afraid he might have some dagger, and
stab me; Said I, be brief, you are alone, either resolve me or I
will call out.
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