_Bedworth’s_ first steps of _flight_ were directed into Spa-fields, where he remained until dark, and then returned into _town_.—Passing over _London Bridge_, he, for the first time, bethought himself, that some of the blood of his victim might be upon his clothes. He therefore examined his dress, but found that all parts had escaped, except his apron, which he pulled off, and tossed through the ballustrades of the bridge, into the Thames. He then wandered through the _Borough_, over _Blackfriars Bridge_, and afterwards over _Westminster Bridge_, and thus roving about, he, by day-light, the following morning, reached the Regent’s Park, where he threw the _knife_ into the Canal. From the Regent’s Park he pursued his way to _Hampstead_, where he passed the whole of that day about the fields, and where he also determined to pass the night.—About eleven o’clock, while in a hay-field, where he had betaken himself to rest, he was suddenly disturbed by the deep groaning of one, as in great agony, whose voice was exceedingly like that of the deceased, and he passed the remainder of the night in much disquietude and alarm. Early on the following morning, he pursued his route toward _St. Albans_, and thus spent the remainder of the day. At night he once more fled, for a hiding and resting place, to the fields, where having laid down, he was disturbed by a dreadful noise, similar to that which he had heard the night before. This was now accompanied by the voice of the murdered woman, who emphatically said, “_Oh Bedworth_! _Bedworth_! _what have you done_?” The address was followed by other expressions, complaining bitterly of having been hurried into another world, and particularly these words: “_You have deprived me of all the happiness of this life_.” He was so far persuaded of the _reality_ of this visitation, that, “_in the name of_ GOD,” he entreated the horrible phantom “_to go to rest and leave him_!”—Unable to sleep, he arose at an early hour, still wandering, and _returned towards London_. It was the time of the general illuminations for the late battles, and _Bedworth_, entering the city about _nine_ o’clock in the evening, traversed the streets, to divert his distracted imagination, by gazing at the lights. Thus wandering about, he retired to Smithfield, in order to pass the night in one of the sheep-pens. Here, however, he had scarcely laid himself down, when the _murdered woman appeared to him_ with a dreadful noise, and bitter exclamations! His entreaties and prayers were, on this occasion also, most earnest, that she would “_commit herself to rest_, _and cease to torment him_!”