peace's career in london extended over nearly two years, but they were years of copious achievement. in that comparatively short space of time, by the exercise of that art, to his natural gifts for which he had now added the wholesome tonic of experience, peace passed from a poor and obscure lodging in a slum in lambeth to the state and opulence of a comfortable suburban residence in peckham. these were the halcyon days of peace's enterprise in life. from no. 25 stangate street, lambeth, the dealer in musical instruments, as peace now described himself, sallied forth night after night, and in camberwell and other parts of south london reaped the reward of skill and vigilance in entering other people's houses and carrying off their property. though in the beginning there appeared to be but few musical instruments in stangate street to justify his reputed business, "mr. thompson," as he now called himself, explained that he was not wholly dependent on his business, as mrs. thompson "had money."

so successful did the business prove that at the christmas of 1877 peace invited his daughter and her betrothed to come from hull and spend the festive season with him. this, in spite of the presence of mrs. thompson, they consented to do. peace, in a top hat and grey ulster, showed them the sights of london, always inquiring politely of a policeman if he found himself in any difficulty. at the end of the visit peace gave his consent to his daughter's marriage with mr. bolsover, and before parting gave the young couple some excellent advice. for more reasons than one peace was anxious to unite under the same roof mrs. peace and mrs. thompson. things still prospering, peace found himself able to remove from lambeth to crane court, greenwich, and before long to take a couple of adjoining houses in billingsgate street in the same district. these he furnished in style. in one he lived with mrs. thompson, while mrs. peace and her son, willie, were persuaded after some difficulty to leave hull and come to london to dwell in the other.

but greenwich was not to the taste of mrs. thompson. to gratify her wish, peace, some time in may, 1877, removed the whole party to a house, no. 5, east terrace, evelina road, peckham. he paid thirty pounds a year for it, and obtained permission to build a stable for his pony and trap. when asked for his references, peace replied by inviting the agent to dine with him at his house in greenwich, a proceeding that seems to have removed all doubt from the agent's mind as to the desirability of the tenant.

this now famous house in peckham was of the ordinary type of suburban villa, with basement, ground floor, and one above; there were steps up to the front door, and a bow window to the front sitting-room. a garden at the back of the house ran down to the chatham and dover railway line. it was by an entrance at the back that peace drove his horse and trap into the stable which he had erected in the garden. though all living in the same house, mrs. peace, who passed as mrs. ward, and her son, willie, inhabited the basement, while peace and mrs. thompson occupied the best rooms on the ground floor. the house was fitted with venetian blinds. in the drawing-room stood a good walnut suite of furniture; a turkey carpet, gilded mirrors, a piano, an inlaid spanish guitar, and, by the side of an elegant table, the beaded slippers of the good master of the house completed the elegance of the apartment. everything confirmed mr. thompson's description of himself as a gentleman of independent means with a taste for scientific inventions. in association with a person of the name of brion, peace did, as a fact, patent an invention for raising sunken vessels, and it is said that in pursuing their project, the two men had obtained an interview with mr. plimsoll at the house of commons. in any case, the patent gazette records the following grant:

"2635 henry fersey brion, 22 philip road, peckham rye, london, s.e., and john thompson, 5 east terrace, evelina road, peckham rye, london, s.e., for an invention for raising sunken vessels by the displacement of water within the vessels by air and gases."

at the time of his final capture peace was engaged on other inventions, among them a smoke helmet for firemen, an improved brush for washing railway carriages, and a form of hydraulic tank. to the anxious policeman who, seeing a light in mr. thompson's house in the small hours of the morning, rang the bell to warn the old gentleman of the possible presence of burglars, this business of scientific inventions was sufficient explanation.

socially mr. thompson became quite a figure in the neighbourhood. he attended regularly the sunday evening services at the parish church, and it must have been a matter of anxious concern to dear mr. thompson that during his stay in peckham the vicarage was broken into by a burglar and an unsuccessful attempt made to steal the communion plate which was kept there.

mr. thompson was generous in giving and punctual in paying. he had his eccentricities. his love of birds and animals was remarkable. cats, dogs, rabbits, guinea-pigs, canaries, parrots and cockatoos all found hospitality under his roof. it was certainly eccentricity in mr. thompson that he should wear different coloured wigs; and that his dark complexion should suggest the use of walnut juice. his love of music was evinced by the number of violins, banjoes, guitars, and other musical instruments that adorned his drawing-room. tea and music formed the staple of the evening entertainments which mr. and mrs. thompson would give occasionally to friendly neighbours. not that the pleasures of conversation were neglected wholly in favour of art. the host was a voluble and animated talker, his face and body illustrating by appropriate twists and turns the force of his comments. the russo-turkish war, then raging, was a favourite theme of mr. thompson's. he asked, as we are still asking, what christianity and civilisation mean by countenancing the horrors of war. he considered the british government in the highest degree guilty in supporting the cruel turks, a people whose sobriety seemed to him to be their only virtue, against the christian russians. he was confident that our ministers would be punished for opposing the only power which had shown any sympathy with suffering races. about ten o'clock mr. thompson, whose health, he said, could not stand late hours, would bid his guests good night, and by half-past ten the front door of no. 5, east terrace, evelina road, would be locked and bolted, and the house plunged in darkness.

not that it must be supposed that family life at no. 5, east terrace, was without its jars. these were due chiefly to the drunken habits of mrs. thompson. peace was willing to overlook his mistress' failing as long as it was confined to the house. but mrs. thompson had an unfortunate habit of slipping out in an intoxicated condition, and chattering with the neighbours. as she was the repository of many a dangerous secret the inconvenience of her habit was serious. peace was not the man to hesitate in the face of danger. on these occasions mrs. thompson was followed by peace or his wife, brought back home and soundly beaten. to hannah peace there must have been some satisfaction in spying on her successful rival, for, in her own words, peace never refused his mistress anything; he did not care what she cost him in dress; "she could swim in gold if she liked." mrs. thompson herself admitted that with the exception of such punishment as she brought on herself by her inebriety, peace was always fond of her, and treated her with great kindness. it was she to whom he would show with pride the proceeds of his nightly labours, to whom he would look for a smile when he returned home from his expeditions, haggard and exhausted

through all dangers and difficulties the master was busy in the practice of his art. night after night, with few intervals of repose, he would sally forth on a plundering adventure. if the job was a distant one, he would take his pony and trap. peace was devoted to his pony, tommy, and great was his grief when at the end of six months' devotion to duty tommy died after a few days' sickness, during which his master attended him with unremitting care. tommy had been bought in greenwich for fourteen guineas, part of a sum of two hundred and fifty pounds which peace netted from a rich haul of silver and bank-notes taken from a house in denmark hill. besides the pony and trap, peace would take with him on these expeditions a violin case containing his tools; at other times they would be stuffed into odd pockets made for the purpose in his trousers. these tools consisted of ten in all—a skeleton key, two pick-locks, a centre-bit, gimlet, gouge, chisel, vice jemmy and knife; a portable ladder, a revolver and life preserver completed his equipment.

the range of peace's activities extended as far as southampton, portsmouth and southsea; but the bulk of his work was done in blackheath, streatham, denmark hill, and other suburbs of south london. many dramatic stories are told of his exploits, but they rest for the most part on slender foundation. on one occasion, in getting on to a portico, he fell, and was impaled on some railings, fortunately in no vital part. his career as a burglar in london lasted from the beginning of the year 1877 until october, 1878. during that time this wanted man, under the very noses of the police, exercised with complete success his art as a burglar, working alone, depending wholly on his own mental and physical gifts, disposing in absolute secrecy of the proceeds of his work, and living openly the life of a respectable and industrious old gentleman.

all the while the police were busily seeking charles peace, the murderer of mr. dyson. once or twice they came near to capturing him. on one occasion a detective who had known peace in yorkshire met him in farringdon road, and pursued him up the steps of holborn viaduct, but just as the officer, at the top of the steps, reached out and was on the point of grabbing his man, peace with lightning agility slipped through his fingers and disappeared. the police never had a shadow of suspicion that mr. thompson of peckham was charles peace of sheffield. they knew the former only as a polite and chatty old gentleman of a scientific turn of mind, who drove his own pony and trap, and had a fondness for music and keeping pet animals.

peace made the mistake of outstaying his welcome in the neighbourhood of south-east london. perhaps he hardly realised the extent to which his fame was spreading. during the last three months of peace's career, blackheath was agog at the number of successful burglaries committed in the very midst of its peaceful residents. the vigilance of the local police was aroused, the officers on night duty were only too anxious to effect the capture of the mysterious criminal.

about two o'clock in the morning of october 10, 1878, a police constable, robinson by name, saw a light appear suddenly in a window at the back of a house in st. john's park, blackheath, the residence of a mr. burness. had the looked-for opportunity arrived? was the mysterious visitor, the disturber of the peace of blackheath, at his burglarious employment? without delay robinson summoned to his aid two of his colleagues. one of them went round to the front of the house and rang the bell, the other waited in the road outside, while robinson stayed in the garden at the back. no sooner had the bell rung than robinson saw a man come from the dining-room window which opened on to the garden, and make quickly down the path. robinson followed him. the man turned; "keep back!" he said, "or by god i'll shoot you!" robinson came on. the man fired three shots from a revolver, all of which passed close to the officer's head. robinson made another rush for him, the man fired another shot. it missed its mark. the constable closed with his would-be assassin, and struck him in the face. "i'll settle you this time," cried the man, and fired a fifth shot, which went through robinson's arm just above the elbow. but, in spite of his wound, the valiant officer held his prisoner, succeeded in flinging him to the ground, and catching hold of the revolver that hung round the burglar's wrist, hit him on the head with it. immediately after the other two constables came to the help of their colleague, and the struggling desperado was secured.

little did the police as they searched their battered and moaning prisoner realise the importance of their capture. when next morning peace appeared before the magistrate at greenwich police court he was not described by name—he had refused to give any—but as a half-caste about sixty years of age, of repellant aspect. he was remanded for a week. the first clue to the identity of their prisoner was afforded by a letter which peace, unable apparently to endure the loneliness and suspense of prison any longer, wrote to his co-inventor mr. brion. it is dated november 2, and is signed "john ward." peace was disturbed at the absence of all news from his family. immediately after his arrest, the home in peckham had been broken up. mrs. thompson and mrs. peace, taking with them some large boxes, had gone first to the house of a sister of mrs. thompson's in nottingham, and a day or two later mrs. peace had left nottingham for sheffield. there she went to a house in hazel road, occupied by her son-in-law bolsover, a working collier.(10)

(10) later, mrs. peace was arrested and charged with being in possession

of stolen property. she was taken to london and tried at the old bailey

before mr. commissioner kerr, but acquitted on the ground of her having

acted under the compulsion of her husband.

it was no doubt to get news of his family that peace wrote to brion. but the letters are sufficiently ingenious. peace represents himself as a truly penitent sinner who has got himself into a most unfortunate and unexpected "mess" by giving way to drink. the spelling of the letters is exaggeratedly illiterate. he asks mr. brion to take pity on him and not despise him as "his own famery has don," to write him a letter to "hease his trobel hart," if possible to come and see him. mr. brion complied with the request of the mysterious "john ward," and on arriving at newgate where peace was awaiting trial, found himself in the presence of his friend and colleague, mr. thompson.

in the meantime the police were getting hot on the scent of the identity of "john ward" with the great criminal who in spite of all their efforts had eluded them for two years. the honour and profit of putting the police on the right scent were claimed by mrs. thompson. to her peace had contrived to get a letter conveyed about the same time that he wrote to mr. brion. it is addressed to his "dearly beloved wife." he asks pardon for the "drunken madness" that has involved him in his present trouble, and gives her the names of certain witnesses whom he would wish to be called to prove his independent means and his dealings in musical instruments. it is, he writes, his first offence, and as he has "never been in prison before," begs her not to feel it a disgrace to come and see him there. but peace was leaning on a broken reed. loyalty does not appear to have been susan thompson's strong point. in her own words she "was not of the sentimental sort." the "traitress sue," as she is called by chroniclers of the time, had fallen a victim to the wiles of the police. since, after peace's arrest, she had been in possession of a certain amount of stolen property, it was easier no doubt to persuade her to be frank.

in any case, we find that on february 5, 1879, the day after peace had been sentenced to death for the murder of dyson, mrs. thompson appealed to the treasury for the reward of l100 offered for peace's conviction. she based her application on information which she said she had supplied to the police officers in charge of the case on november 5 in the previous year, the very day on which peace had first written to her from newgate. in reply to her letter the treasury referred "mrs. s. bailey, alias thompson," to the home office, but whether she received from that office the price of blood history does not relate.

the police scouted the idea that any revelation of hers had assisted them to identify "john ward" with charles peace. they said that it was information given them in peckham, no doubt by mr. brion, who, on learning the deplorable character of his coadjutor, had placed himself unreservedly in their hands, which first set them on the track. from peckham they went to nottingham, where they no doubt came across sue thompson, and thence to sheffield, where on november 6 they visited the house in hazel road, occupied by mrs. peace and her daughter, mrs. bolsover. there they found two of the boxes which mrs. peace had brought with her from peckham. besides stolen property, these boxes contained evidence of the identity of ward with peace. a constable who had known peace well in sheffield was sent to newgate, and taken into the yard where the prisoners awaiting trial were exercising. as they passed round, the constable pointed to the fifth man: "that's peace," he said, "i'd know him anywhere." the man left the ranks and, coming up to the constable, asked earnestly, "what do you want me for?" but the governor ordered him to go on with his walk.

it was as john ward, alias charles peace, that peace, on november 19, 1878, was put on his trial for burglary and the attempted murder of police constable robinson, at the old bailey before mr. justice hawkins. his age was given in the calendar as sixty, though peace was actually forty-six. the evidence against the prisoner was clear enough. all mr. montagu williams could urge in his defence was that peace had never intended to kill the officer, merely to frighten him. the jury found peace guilty of attempted murder. asked if he had anything to say why judgment should not be passed upon him, he addressed the judge. he protested that he had not been fairly dealt with, that he never intended to kill the prosecutor, that the pistol was one that went off very easily, and that the last shot had been fired by accident. "i really did not know," he said, "that the pistol was loaded, and i hope, my lord, that you will have mercy on me. i feel that i have disgraced myself, i am not fit either to live or die. i am not prepared to meet my god, but still i feel that my career has been made to appear much worse than it really is. oh, my lord, do have mercy on me; do give me one chance of repenting and of preparing to meet my god. do, my lord, have mercy on me; and i assure you that you shall never repent it. as you hope for mercy yourself at the hands of the great god, do have mercy on me, and give me a chance of redeeming my character and preparing myself to meet my god. i pray, and beseech you to have mercy upon me."

peace's assumption of pitiable senility, sustained throughout the trial, though it imposed on sir henry hawkins, failed to melt his heart. he told peace that he did not believe his statement that he had fired the pistol merely to frighten the constable; had not robinson guarded his head with his arm he would have been wounded fatally, and peace condemned to death. he did not consider it necessary, he said, to make an inquiry into peace's antecedents; he was a desperate burglar, and there was an end of the matter. notwithstanding his age, mr. justice hawkins felt it his duty to sentence him to penal servitude for life. the severity of the sentence was undoubtedly a painful surprise to peace; to a man of sixty years of age it would be no doubt less terrible, but to a man of forty-six it was crushing.

not that peace was fated to serve any great part of his sentence.

with as little delay as possible he was to be called on to answer to the murder of arthur dyson. the buxom widow of the murdered man had been found in america, whither she had returned after her husband's death. she was quite ready to come to england to give evidence against her husband's murderer. on january 17, 1879, peace was taken from pentonville prison, where he was serving his sentence, and conveyed by an early morning train to sheffield. there at the town hall he appeared before the stipendiary magistrate, and was charged with the murder of arthur dyson. when he saw mrs. dyson enter the witness box and tell her story of the crime, he must have realised that his case was desperate. her cross-examination was adjourned to the next hearing, and peace was taken back to london. on the 22nd, the day of the second hearing in sheffield, an enormous crowd had assembled outside the town hall. inside the court an anxious and expectant audiience{sic}, among them mrs. dyson, in the words of a contemporary reporter, "stylish and cheerful," awaited the appearance of the protagonist. great was the disappointment and eager the excitement when the stipendiary came into the court about a quarter past ten and stated that peace had attempted to escape that morning on the journey from london to sheffield, and that in consequence of his injuries the case would be adjourned for eight days.

what had happened was this. peace had left king's cross by the 5.15 train that morning, due to arrive at sheffield at 8.45. from the very commencement of the journey he had been wilful and troublesome. he kept making excuses for leaving the carriage whenever the train stopped. to obviate this nuisance the two warders, in whose charge he was, had provided themselves with little bags which peace could use when he wished and then throw out of the window. just after the train passed worksop, peace asked for one of the bags. when the window was lowered to allow the bag to be thrown away, peace with lightning agility took a flying leap through it. one of the warders caught him by the left foot. peace, hanging from the carriage, grasped the footboard with his hands and kept kicking the warder as hard as he could with his right foot. the other warder, unable to get to the window to help his colleague, was making vain efforts to stop the train by pulling the communication cord. for two miles the train ran on, peace struggling desperately to escape. at last he succeeded in kicking off his left shoe, and dropped on to the line. the train ran on another mile until, with the assistance of some gentlemen in other carriages, the warders were able to get it pulled up. they immediately hurried back along the line, and there, near a place called kineton park, they found their prisoner lying in the footway, apparently unconscious and bleeding from a severe wound in the scalp. a slow train from sheffield stopped to pick up the injured man. as he was lifted into the guard's van, he asked them to cover him up as he was cold. on arriving at sheffield, peace was taken to the police station and there made as comfortable as possible in one of the cells. even then he had energy enough to be troublesome over taking the brandy ordered for him by the surgeon, until one of the officers told "charley" they would have none of his hanky-panky, and he had got to take it. "all right," said peace, "give me a minute," after which he swallowed contentedly a couple of gills of the genial spirit.

peace's daring feat was not, according to his own account, a mere attempt to escape from the clutches of the law; it was noble and roman in its purpose. this is what he told his stepson, willie ward: "i saw from the way i was guarded all the way down from london and all the way back, when i came for my first trial, that i could not get away from the warders, and i knew i could not jump from an express train without being killed. i took a look at darnall as i went down and as i went back, and after i was put in my cell, i thought it all over. i felt that i could not get away, and then i made up my mind to kill myself. i got two bits of paper and pricked on them the words, 'bury me at darnall. god bless you all!' with a bit of black dirt that i found on the floor of my cell i wrote the same words on another piece of paper, and then i hid them in my clothes. my hope was that, when i jumped from the train i should be cut to pieces under the wheels. then i should have been taken to the duke of york (a public-house at darnall) and there would have been an inquest over me. as soon as the inquest was over you would have claimed my body, found the pieces of paper, and then you would have buried me at darnall."

this statement of peace is no doubt in the main correct. but it is difficult to believe that there was not present to his mind the sporting chance that he might not be killed in leaping from the train, in which event he would no doubt have done his best to get away, trusting to his considerable powers of ingenious disguise to elude pursuit. but such a chance was remote. peace had faced boldly the possibility of a dreadful death.

with that strain of domestic sentiment, which would appear to have been a marked characteristic of his family, peace was the more ready to cheat the gallows in the hope of being by that means buried decently at darnall. it was at darnall that he had spent some months of comparative calm in his tempestuous career, and it was at darnall that he had first met mrs. dyson. another and more practical motive that may have urged peace to attempt to injure seriously, if not kill himself, was the hope of thereby delaying his trial. if the magisterial investigation in sheffield were completed before the end of january, peace could be committed for trial to the ensuing leeds assizes which commenced in the first week in february. if he were injured too seriously, this would not be possible. here again he was doomed to disappointment.

peace recovered so well from the results of his adventure on the railway that the doctor pronounced him fit to appear for his second examination before the magistrate on january 30. to avoid excitement, both on the part of the prisoner and the public, the court sat in one of the corridors of the town hall. the scene is described as dismal, dark and cheerless. the proceedings took place by candlelight, and peace, who was seated in an armchair, complained frequently of the cold. at other times he moaned and groaned and protested against the injustice with which he was being treated. but the absence of any audience rather dashed the effect of his laments.

the most interesting part of the proceedings was the cross-examination of mrs. dyson by mr. clegg, the prisoner's solicitor.

its purpose was to show that mrs. dyson had been on more intimate terms with peace than she was ready to admit, and that dyson had been shot by peace in the course of a struggle, in which the former had been the aggressor.

in the first part of his task mr. clegg met with some success. mrs. dyson, whose memory was certainly eccentric—she could not, she said, remember the year in which she had been married—was obliged to admit that she had been in the habit of going to peace's house, that she had been alone with him to public-houses and places of entertainment, and that she and peace had been photographed together during the summer fair at sheffield. she could not "to her knowledge" recollect having told the landlord of a public-house to charge her drink to peace.

a great deal of mrs. dyson's cross-examination turned on a bundle of letters that had been found near the scene of dyson's murder on the morning following the crime. these letters consisted for the most part of notes, written in pencil on scraps of paper, purporting to have been sent from mrs. dyson to peace. in many of them she asks for money to get drink, others refer to opportunities for their meetings in the absence of dyson; there are kind messages to members of peace's family, his wife and daughter, and urgent directions to peace to hold his tongue and not give ground for suspicion as to their relations. this bundle of letters contained also the card which dyson had thrown into peace's garden requesting him not to interfere with his family. according to the theory of the defence, these letters had been written by mrs. dyson to peace, and went to prove the intimacy of their relations. at the inquest after her husband's murder, mrs. dyson had been questioned by the coroner about these letters. she denied that she had ever written to peace; in fact, she said, she "never did write." it was stated that dyson himself had seen the letters, and declared them to be forgeries written by peace or members of his family for the purpose of annoyance. nevertheless, before the sheffield magistrate mr. clegg thought it his duty to cross-examine mrs. dyson closely as to their authorship. he asked her to write out a passage from one of them: "you can give me something as a keepsake if you like, but i don't like to be covetous, and to take them from your wife and daughter. love to all!" mrs. dyson refused to admit any likeness between what she had written and the handwriting of the letter in question. another passage ran: "will see you as soon as i possibly can. i think it would be easier after you move; he won't watch so. the r—g fits the little finger. many thanks and love to—jennie (peace's daughter jane). i will tell you what i thought of when i see you about arranging matters. excuse this scribbling." in answer to mr. clegg, mrs. dyson admitted that peace had given her a ring, which she had worn for a short time on her little finger.

another letter ran: "if you have a note for me, send now whilst he is out; but you must not venture, for he is watching, and you cannot be too careful. hope your foot is better. i went to sheffield yesterday, but i could not see you anywhere. were you out? love to jane." mrs. dyson denied that she had known of an accident which peace had had to his foot at this time. in spite of the ruling of the magistrate that mr. clegg had put forward quite enough, if true, to damage mrs. dyson's credibility, he continued to press her as to her authorship of these notes and letters, but mrs. dyson was firm in her repudiation of them. she was equally firm in denying that anything in the nature of a struggle had taken place between peace and her husband previous to his murder.

at the conclusion of mrs. dyson's evidence the prisoner was committed to take his trial at the leeds assizes, which commenced the week following. peace, who had groaned and moaned and constantly interrupted the proceedings, protested his innocence, and complained that his witnesses had not been called. the apprehension with which this daring malefactor was regarded by the authorities is shown by this clandestine hearing of his case in a cold corridor of the town hall, and the rapidity with which his trial followed on his committal. there is an appearance almost of precipitation in the haste with which peace was bustled to his doom. after his committal he was taken to wakefield prison, and a few days later to armley jail, there to await his trial.

this began on february 4, and lasted one day. mr. justice lopes, who had tried vainly to persuade the manchester grand jury to throw out the bill in the case of the brothers habron, was the presiding judge. mr. campbell foster, q.c., led for the prosecution. peace was defended by mr. frank lockwood, then rising into that popular success at the bar which some fifteen years later made him solicitor-general, and but for his premature death would have raised him to even higher honours in his profession.

in addressing the jury, both mr. campbell foster and mr. lockwood took occasion to protest against the recklessness with which the press of the day, both high and low, had circulated stories and rumours about the interesting convict. as early as november in 1878 one leading london daily newspaper had said that "it was now established beyond doubt that the burglar captured by police constable robinson was one and the same as the banner cross murderer." since then, as the public excitement grew and the facts of peace's extraordinary career came to light, the press had responded loyally to the demands of the greedy lovers of sensation, and piled fiction on fact with generous profusion. "never," said mr. lockwood, "in the whole course of his experience—and he defied any of his learned friends to quote an experience—had there been such an attempt made on the part of those who should be most careful of all others to preserve the liberties of their fellowmen and to preserve the dignity of the tribunals of justice to determine the guilt of a man." peace exclaimed "hear, hear!" as mr. lockwood went on to say that "for the sake of snatching paltry pence from the public, these persons had wickedly sought to prejudice the prisoner's life." allowing for mr. lockwood's zeal as an advocate, there can be no question that, had peace chosen or been in a position to take proceedings, more than one newspaper had at this time laid itself open to prosecution for contempt of court. the times was not far wrong in saying that, since muller murdered mr. briggs on the north london railway and the poisonings of william palmer, no criminal case had created such excitement as that of charles peace. the fact that property seemed to be no more sacred to him than life aggravated in a singular degree the resentment of a commercial people.

the first witness called by the prosecution was mrs. dyson. she described how on the night of november 29, 1876, she had come out of the outhouse in the yard at the back of her house, and found herself confronted by peace holding a revolver; how he said: "speak, or i'll fire!" and the sequence of events already related up to the moment when dyson fell, shot in the temple.

mr. lockwood commenced his cross-examination of mrs. dyson by endeavouring to get from her an admission; the most important to the defence, that dyson had caught hold of peace after the first shot had been fired, and that in the struggle which ensued, the revolver had gone off by accident. but he was not very successful. he put it to mrs. dyson that before the magistrate at sheffield she had said: "i can't say my husband did not get hold of the prisoner." "put in the little word 'try,' please," answered mrs. dyson. in spite of mr. lockwood's questions, she maintained that, though her husband may have attempted to get hold of peace, he did not succeed in doing so. as she was the only witness to the shooting there was no one to contradict her statement.

mr. lockwood fared better when he came to deal with the relations of mrs. dyson with peace previous to the crime. mrs. dyson admitted that in the spring of 1876 her husband had objected to her friendship with peace, and that nevertheless, in the following summer, she and peace had been photographed together at the sheffield fair. she made a vain attempt to escape from such an admission by trying to shift the occasion of the summer fair to the previous year, 1875, but mr. lockwood put it to her that she had not come to darnall, where she first met peace, until the end of that year. finally he drove her to say that she could not remember when she came to darnall, whether in 1873, 1874, 1875, or 1876. she admitted that she had accepted a ring from peace, but could not remember whether she had shown it to her husband. she had been perhaps twice with peace to the marquis of waterford public-house, and once to the star music hall. she could not swear one way or the other whether she had charged to peace's account drink consumed by her at an inn in darnall called the half-way house. confronted with a little girl and a man, whom mr. lockwood suggested she had employed to carry notes to peace, mrs. dyson said that these were merely receipts for pictures which he had framed for her. on the day before her husband's murder, mrs. dyson was at the stag hotel at sharrow with a little boy belonging to a neighbour. a man followed her in and sat beside her, and afterwards followed her out. in answer to mr. lockwood, mrs. dyson would "almost swear" the man was not peace; he had spoken to her, but she could not remember whether she had spoken to him or not. she denied that this man had said to her that he would come and see her the next night. as the result of a parting shot mr. lockwood obtained from mrs. dyson a reluctant admission that she had been "slightly inebriated" at the half-way house in darnall, but had not to her knowledge been turned out of the house on that account. "you may not have known you were inebriated?" suggested mr. lockwood. "i always know what i am doing," was mrs. dyson's reply, to which an unfriendly critic might have replied that she did not apparently know with anything like certainty what she had been doing during the last three or four years. in commenting on the trial the following day, the times stigmatised as "feeble" the prevarications by which mrs. dyson tried to explain away her intimacy with peace. in this part of his cross-examination mr. lockwood had made it appear at least highly probable that there had been a much closer relationship between mrs. dyson and peace than the former was willing to acknowledge.

the evidence of mrs. dyson was followed by that of five persons who had either seen peace in the neighbourhood of banner cross terrace on the night of the murder, or heard the screams and shots that accompanied it. a woman, mrs. gregory, whose house was between that of the dysons and the passage in which dyson was shot, said that she had heard the noise of the clogs mrs. dyson was wearing as she went across the yard. a minute later she heard a scream. she opened her back door and saw dyson standing by his own. she told him to go to his wife. she then went back into her house, and almost directly after heard two shots, followed by another scream, but no sound as of any scuffling.

another witness was a labourer named brassington. he was a stranger to peace, but stated that about eight o'clock on the night of the murder a man came up to him outside the banner cross hotel, a few yards from dyson's house. he was standing under a gas lamp, and it was a bright moonlight night. the man asked him if he knew of any strange people who had come to live in the neighbourhood. brassington answered that he did not. the man then produced a bundle of letters which he asked brassington to read. but brassington declined, as reading was not one of his accomplishments. the man then said that "he would make it a warm 'un for those strange folks before morning—he would shoot both of them," and went off in the direction of dyson's house. brassington swore positively that peace was the stranger who had accosted him that night, and mr. lockwood failed to shake him in his evidence. nor could mr. lockwood persuade the surgeon who was called to dyson at the time of his death to admit that the marks on the nose and chin of the dead man could have been caused by a blow; they were merely abrasions of the skin caused by the wounded man falling to the ground.

evidence was then given as to threats uttered by peace against the dysons in the july of 1876, and as to his arrest at blackheath in the october of 1878. the revolver taken from peace that night was produced, and it was shown that the rifling of the bullet extracted from dyson's head was the same as that of the bullet fired from the revolver carried by peace at the time of his capture.

mr. campbell foster wanted to put in as evidence the card that dyson had flung into peace's garden at darnall requesting him not to interfere with his family. this card had been found among the bundle of letters dropped by peace near the scene of the murder. mr. lockwood objected to the admission of the card unless all the letters were admitted at the same time. the judge ruled that both the card and the letters were inadmissible, as irrelevant to the issue; mr. lockwood had, he said, very properly cross-examined mrs. dyson on these letters to test her credibility, but he was bound by her answers and could not contradict her by introducing them as evidence in the case.

mr. lockwood in his address to the jury did his best to persuade them that the death of dyson was the accidental result of a struggle between peace and himself. he suggested that mrs. dyson had left her house that night for the purpose of meeting peace, and that dyson, who was jealous of his wife's intimacy with him, had gone out to find her; that dyson, seeing peace, had caught hold of him; and that the revolver had gone off accidentally as dyson tried to wrest it from his adversary. he repudiated the suggestion of mr. foster that the persons he had confronted with mrs. dyson in the course of his cross-examination had been hired for a paltry sum to come into court and lie.

twice, both at the beginning and the end of his speech, mr. lockwood urged as a reason for the jury being tender in taking peace's life that he was in such a state of wickedness as to be quite unprepared to meet death. both times that his counsel put forward this curious plea, peace raised his eyes to heaven and exclaimed "i am not fit to die."

mr. justice lopes in summing up described as an "absolute surmise" the theory of the accidental discharge of the pistol. he asked the jury to take peace's revolver in their hands and try the trigger, so as to see for themselves whether it was likely to go off accidentally or not. he pointed out that the pistol produced might not have been the pistol used at banner cross; at the same time the bullet fired in november, 1876, bore marks such as would have been produced had it been fired from the pistol taken from peace at blackheath in october, 1878. he said that mr. lockwood had been perfectly justified in his attempt to discredit the evidence of mrs. dyson, but the case did not rest on her evidence alone. in her evidence as to the threats uttered by peace in july, 1876, mrs. dyson was corroborated by three other witnesses. in the judge's opinion it was clearly proved that no struggle or scuffle had taken place before the murder. if the defence, he concluded, rested on no solid foundation, then the jury must do their duty to the community at large and by the oath they had sworn.

it was a quarter past seven when the jury retired. ten minutes later they came back into court with a verdict of guilty. asked if he had anything to say, peace in a faint voice replied, "it is no use my saying anything." the judge, declining very properly to aggravate the prisoner's feelings by "a recapitulation of any portion of the details of what i fear, i can only call your criminal career," passed on him sentence of death. peace accepted his fate with composure.

before we proceed to describe the last days of peace on earth, let us finish with the two women who had succeeded mrs. peace in his ardent affections.

a few days after peace's execution mrs. dyson left england for america, but before going she left behind her a narrative intended to contradict the imputations which she felt had been made against her moral character. an irishwoman by birth, she said that she had gone to america when she was fifteen years old.

there she met and married dyson, a civil engineer on the atlantic and great western railway. theirs was a rough and arduous life. but mrs. dyson was thoroughly happy in driving her husband about in a buggy among bears and creeks. she did not know fear and loved danger: "my husband loved me and i loved him, and in his company and in driving him about in this wild kind of fashion i derived much pleasure." however, mr. dyson's health broke down, and he was obliged to return to england. it was at darnall that the fatal acquaintance with peace began. living next door but one to the dysons, peace took the opportunity of introducing himself, and mr. dyson "being a gentleman," took polite notice of his advances. he became a constant visitor at the house. but after a time peace began to show that he was not the gentleman mr. dyson was. he disgusted the latter by offering to show him improper pictures and "the sights of the town" of sheffield.

the dysons tried to shake off the unwelcome acquaintance, but that was easier said than done. by this time peace had set his heart on making mrs. dyson leave her husband. he kept trying to persuade her to go to manchester with him, where he would take a cigar or picture shop, to which mrs. dyson, in fine clothes and jewelry, should lend the charm of her comely presence. he offered her a sealskin jacket, yards of silk, a gold watch. she should, he said, live in manchester like a lady, to which mrs. dyson replied coldly that she had always lived like one and should continue to do so quite independently of him. but peace would listen to no refusal, however decided its tone. dyson threw over the card into peace's garden. this only served to aggravate his determination to possess himself of the wife. he would listen at keyholes, leer in at the window, and follow mrs. dyson wherever she went. when she was photographed at the fair, she found that peace had stood behind her chair and by that means got himself included in the picture. at times he had threatened her with a revolver. on one occasion when he was more insulting than usual, mrs. dyson forgot her fear of him and gave him a thrashing. peace threatened "to make her so that neither man nor woman should look at her, and then he would have her all to himself." it was with some purpose of this kind, mrs. dyson suggested, that peace stole a photograph of herself out of a locket, intending to make some improper use of it. at last, in desperation, the dysons moved to banner cross. from the day of their arrival there until the murder, mrs. dyson never saw peace. she denied altogether having been in his company the night before the murder. the letters were "bare forgeries," written by peace or members of his family to get her into their power.

against the advice of all her friends mrs. dyson had come back from america to give evidence against peace. to the detective who saw her at cleveland she said, "i will go back if i have to walk on my head all the way"; and though she little knew what she would have to go through in giving her evidence, she would do it again under the circumstances. "my opinion is," she said, "that peace is a perfect demon—not a man. i am told that since he has been sentenced to death he has become a changed character. that i don't believe. the place to which the wicked go is not bad enough for him. i think its occupants, bad as they might be, are too good to be where he is. no matter where he goes, i am satisfied that there will be hell. not even a shakespeare could adequately paint such a man as he has been. my lifelong regret will be that i ever knew him."

with these few earnest words mrs. dyson quitted the shores of england, hardly clearing up the mystery of her actual relations with peace.

a woman with whom mrs. dyson very much resented finding herself classed—inebriety would appear to have been their only common weakness—was mrs. thompson, the "traitress sue." in spite of the fact that on february 5 mrs. thompson had applied to the treasury for l100, blood money due her for assisting the police in the identification of peace, she was at the same time carrying on a friendly correspondence with her lover and making attempts to see him. peace had written to her before his trial hoping she would not forsake him; "you have been my bosom friend, and you have ofttimes said you loved me, that you would die for me." he asked her to sell some goods which he had left with her in order to raise money for his defence. the traitress replied on january 27 that she had already sold everything and shared the proceeds with mrs. peace. "you are doing me great injustice," she wrote, "by saying that i have been out to 'work' with you. do not die with such a base falsehood on your conscience, for you know i am young and have my living and character to redeem. i pity you and myself to think we should have met." after his condemnation mrs. thompson made repeated efforts to see peace, coming to leeds for the purpose. peace wrote a letter on february 9 to his "poor sue," asking her to come to the prison. but, partly at the wish of peace's relatives and for reasons of their own, a permission given mrs. thompson by the authorities to visit the convict was suddenly withdrawn, and she never saw him again.