A.P. Wolf
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MARY CONELLY, Violent Theft > robbery, 9th January 1882.
Reference Number: t18820109-198
Offence: Violent Theft (http://www.oldbaileyonline.org/static/Crimes.jsp#violenttheft) > robbery (http://www.oldbaileyonline.org/static/Crimes.jsp#robbery)
Verdict: Not Guilty (http://www.oldbaileyonline.org/static/Verdicts.jsp#notguilty) > no_subcategory (http://www.oldbaileyonline.org/static/Verdicts.jsp#no_subcategory)
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198. MARY CONELLY (39) , Feloniously assaulting Auguste Carlson, with intent to rob him.
MR. ROBERTSON Prosecuted; MR. ROMIEU Defended, at the request of the COURT.
AUGUSTE CARLSON (Interpreted). I am a Norwegian, and do not understand English—I am a sailor—on 22nd December I left my ship about 6 p.m.—it was in the river—I went up Ratcliff Highway to find a boarding-house—I then went out with the chief mate for a walk about 7 o'clock—we went into a dancing-room—we went out shortly after, and went into another dancing-room—we had a glass of hot rum, or toddy, and a glass of ale in the first dancing-room, and two glasses of ale in the second—we were in the second about a quarter of an hour—we then went into a public-house—we had a glass of rum each—I felt rather giddy and overcome, and left the mate in the dance-house and walked along the street for fresh air—I rejoined the mate, and was with him after about an hour and a half—a young woman came up and spoke to me in the Ratcliff Highway, St. George's Street, about 9 p.m.—we went to a house in a dark street, not a public house—I saw the prisoner when
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we entered a second room—the other woman asked me for drink—I gave her half a crown—she gave it to the prisoner to go for drink—when she returned I asked the prisoner for the change—she said she had spent all the money in drink—she brought some rum in a bottle, I can't say how much—I was three parts drunk—all three drank together—the other woman asked for more money to go for more drink—I said, "You have got quite enough to-night, and I shan't give you any more"—we were drinking about three-quarters of an hour—the other woman put her hand into my right-hand trousers pocket, and tried to get some money—she was sitting the same side of me as the pocket—I caught hold of the pocket—the prisoner held me—she was on the other side of the table, about two steps off; but she ran round the table, flew at me, held me by the coat, and scratched my face—while she was struggling with me I received a cut on the back of my right hand with a knife—I was grasping the pocket at the same time—the other woman dragged the pocket out—I cannot say who inflicted the wound—I saw a long knife, I cannot say which woman had it—I lost no money—I had 7s. and some odd pence in my pocket—it remained in the pocket—I got frightened, halloed out, struck the prisoner with my fist in the eye, and ran out—I did use a knife—I made an attempt at the prisoner—when I got outside I halloed out for help—a man took hold of me, and I was taken by a policeman to the station—I was charged, I don't know what with—I was in jail till next morning—I was brought before the Magistrate—I gave evidence against the prisoner—I was discharged.
Cross-examined. My hand is not quite healed. (It was unbound and shown to the Jury.)
Re-examined. A doctor examined my hand, and has since attended me.
WILLIAM TROUGHTON (Policeman H 353). The prisoner was charged on 23rd December—it was a countercharge by order of the Magistrate—I apprehended her; she said nothing—when the charge was read over to her she said" I never did it in my life"—I took Carlson into custody about 11.15 p.m. on 22nd December in High Street, Shadwell—I know Palmer's Place; it is a turning out of St. George's Street—Carlson was being held by a private individual, and I detained him while another constable found Conelly—she charged Carlson with stabbing her; she had a cut on her shoulder about the width of a finger nail—we found that at the station—the prosecutor was bleeding profusely from the hand in the street—he was drunk—we could not understand him, and had to call in a Norwegian, who explained what he was charged with—he had a cut across the knuckles of the right hand, and another on the side of his hand; his pocket was hanging out, and there was some money in the bottom of it, as it hung by the stuff of the trousers—the Norwegian said Carlson denied stabbing the woman—he also had a scratch on the side of his face—I was unable to find the other woman—the locality is very low and chiefly inhabited by prostitutes—I know the prisoner by sight.
Cross-examined. The prosecutor identified this knife (produced) as his at the station—the other constable picked it up.
JOHN MATHESON (Policeman H 298). On 22nd December I met the prisoner in Palmer's Place, at the bottom of St. George's Street—she appeared to have been drinking—she was bleeding from the shoulder; she took her shawl off, and I could see it—she said she had been stabbed by some man—I picked up this knife in St. George's Street, about 50
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yards from the house she complained of being assaulted in—the woman followed me out of the house, and we all four went to the station together—Carlson recognised his knife at the station the same evening—he said "That is my knife; I am sure of that"—I went to 5, Palmer's place, and was ordered out by a prostitute who presumes to be the landlady—the house is a brothel—the prisoner was apprehended the following morning at the police-court.
Cross-examined. The prosecutor was drunk.
The Prisoner's Statement before the Magistrate. " I did not rob him. I did not put my hand nigh him. The sergeant in the Court knows me as a hard-working woman. "
NOT GUILTY .
MARY CONELLY, Violent Theft > robbery, 9th January 1882.
Reference Number: t18820109-198
Offence: Violent Theft (http://www.oldbaileyonline.org/static/Crimes.jsp#violenttheft) > robbery (http://www.oldbaileyonline.org/static/Crimes.jsp#robbery)
Verdict: Not Guilty (http://www.oldbaileyonline.org/static/Verdicts.jsp#notguilty) > no_subcategory (http://www.oldbaileyonline.org/static/Verdicts.jsp#no_subcategory)
User Wiki: Corrections (http://www.hrionline.ac.uk/obp-wiki/index.php/Category:Corrections); Add Information (http://www.hrionline.ac.uk/obp-wiki/index.php/Main_Page)
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198. MARY CONELLY (39) , Feloniously assaulting Auguste Carlson, with intent to rob him.
MR. ROBERTSON Prosecuted; MR. ROMIEU Defended, at the request of the COURT.
AUGUSTE CARLSON (Interpreted). I am a Norwegian, and do not understand English—I am a sailor—on 22nd December I left my ship about 6 p.m.—it was in the river—I went up Ratcliff Highway to find a boarding-house—I then went out with the chief mate for a walk about 7 o'clock—we went into a dancing-room—we went out shortly after, and went into another dancing-room—we had a glass of hot rum, or toddy, and a glass of ale in the first dancing-room, and two glasses of ale in the second—we were in the second about a quarter of an hour—we then went into a public-house—we had a glass of rum each—I felt rather giddy and overcome, and left the mate in the dance-house and walked along the street for fresh air—I rejoined the mate, and was with him after about an hour and a half—a young woman came up and spoke to me in the Ratcliff Highway, St. George's Street, about 9 p.m.—we went to a house in a dark street, not a public house—I saw the prisoner when
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we entered a second room—the other woman asked me for drink—I gave her half a crown—she gave it to the prisoner to go for drink—when she returned I asked the prisoner for the change—she said she had spent all the money in drink—she brought some rum in a bottle, I can't say how much—I was three parts drunk—all three drank together—the other woman asked for more money to go for more drink—I said, "You have got quite enough to-night, and I shan't give you any more"—we were drinking about three-quarters of an hour—the other woman put her hand into my right-hand trousers pocket, and tried to get some money—she was sitting the same side of me as the pocket—I caught hold of the pocket—the prisoner held me—she was on the other side of the table, about two steps off; but she ran round the table, flew at me, held me by the coat, and scratched my face—while she was struggling with me I received a cut on the back of my right hand with a knife—I was grasping the pocket at the same time—the other woman dragged the pocket out—I cannot say who inflicted the wound—I saw a long knife, I cannot say which woman had it—I lost no money—I had 7s. and some odd pence in my pocket—it remained in the pocket—I got frightened, halloed out, struck the prisoner with my fist in the eye, and ran out—I did use a knife—I made an attempt at the prisoner—when I got outside I halloed out for help—a man took hold of me, and I was taken by a policeman to the station—I was charged, I don't know what with—I was in jail till next morning—I was brought before the Magistrate—I gave evidence against the prisoner—I was discharged.
Cross-examined. My hand is not quite healed. (It was unbound and shown to the Jury.)
Re-examined. A doctor examined my hand, and has since attended me.
WILLIAM TROUGHTON (Policeman H 353). The prisoner was charged on 23rd December—it was a countercharge by order of the Magistrate—I apprehended her; she said nothing—when the charge was read over to her she said" I never did it in my life"—I took Carlson into custody about 11.15 p.m. on 22nd December in High Street, Shadwell—I know Palmer's Place; it is a turning out of St. George's Street—Carlson was being held by a private individual, and I detained him while another constable found Conelly—she charged Carlson with stabbing her; she had a cut on her shoulder about the width of a finger nail—we found that at the station—the prosecutor was bleeding profusely from the hand in the street—he was drunk—we could not understand him, and had to call in a Norwegian, who explained what he was charged with—he had a cut across the knuckles of the right hand, and another on the side of his hand; his pocket was hanging out, and there was some money in the bottom of it, as it hung by the stuff of the trousers—the Norwegian said Carlson denied stabbing the woman—he also had a scratch on the side of his face—I was unable to find the other woman—the locality is very low and chiefly inhabited by prostitutes—I know the prisoner by sight.
Cross-examined. The prosecutor identified this knife (produced) as his at the station—the other constable picked it up.
JOHN MATHESON (Policeman H 298). On 22nd December I met the prisoner in Palmer's Place, at the bottom of St. George's Street—she appeared to have been drinking—she was bleeding from the shoulder; she took her shawl off, and I could see it—she said she had been stabbed by some man—I picked up this knife in St. George's Street, about 50
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yards from the house she complained of being assaulted in—the woman followed me out of the house, and we all four went to the station together—Carlson recognised his knife at the station the same evening—he said "That is my knife; I am sure of that"—I went to 5, Palmer's place, and was ordered out by a prostitute who presumes to be the landlady—the house is a brothel—the prisoner was apprehended the following morning at the police-court.
Cross-examined. The prosecutor was drunk.
The Prisoner's Statement before the Magistrate. " I did not rob him. I did not put my hand nigh him. The sergeant in the Court knows me as a hard-working woman. "
NOT GUILTY .