The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 212: what you’re looking at

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THE PASTILLES 189 of the false Jew without for an instant suspecting that his old acquaintance the Burker was concealed beneath that disguise. ‘“ Well, I tell you what, then,’’ said Barney, who now began to think that it were better, after all, if he were to be transferred to Liverpool, inasmuch as the journey thither might possibly offer some facilities of escape, “ I’m a con- siderate man in my way, and don’t see the use of botherin’ the justice. So Ill just admit for form’s sake that I am the genelman which they say I be, Mr. Barnes, to wit. So there’s an end of the matter.”’ ‘“‘ In that case,” observed the magistrate, ‘‘ I have nothing more to do than to direct that you, Mr. Superintendent, will take the necessary measures for conveying the prisoner to Liverpool. The clerk will make out the depositions of what has taken place, and you may start with your prisoner as soon as you think fit.”’ The Burker was now removed from the dock, and as the cells attached to the court itself were considered to be stronger and more secure than those belonging to the station- house on the opposite side of Bow Street, the prisoner was con- signed to one of the former. Jack Smedley was then placed in the dock, and on his own confession was committed to take his trial for the murder of an elderly person who passed by the name of Smith, and who was lodging at his house in Lambeth some time back. But he was given to understand by the magistrate that the promise held out by the secretary of state would no doubt be fulfilled toward him. All these pro- ceedings occupied the magistrate until nearly eight o’clock in the evening, so that the clerk of the court had no leisure to commence the depositions in the Burker’s case until those in Jack Smedley’s had been completed, in order that the latter might be transferred to Horsemonger Lane Gaol. EOMINIGIOOKS (CO)