Mr. Vernon-Mr. Jones, I think you are the cooper of the ship 'Ruby?'

Jones.-Yes, Sir.

Mr. Vernon.-Were you on board on Sunday, the 18th of January last?

Jones. Yes, Sir; I was.

Mr. Vernon.-In what cabin did you lie that night?

Jones. I had no cabin; but I made bold to lie in the slop-room that night, having my wife on board. Mr. Vernon.-Pray what is that you call the sloproom?

Jones. It is like a cabin.

Mr. Vernon.-How near is the slop-room to the purser's cabin?

Jones.-Nothing but a thin deal partition parts it from the purser's cabin.

Mr. Vernon.-Will you relate to Mr. Recorder and the jury what you know about the murder of Mr. Goodere's brother. Tell the whole you know concerning it.

Jones.-About Wednesday or Thursday before this happened, the Captain said to me, "Cooper, get this purser's cabin cleared out;" for he said he expected a gentleman shortly to come on board. I cleared it out, and on Sunday evening the gentleman came on board. When the people on deck cried, "Cooper, show a light," I brought a light, and saw the Captain going down the cock-pit ladder. The gentleman was hauled down; he complained of a pain in his thigh from their hauling him on board. The Captain asked him if he would have a dram. He said No, for he had drunk nothing but water for

two years. The Captain ordered Mahony a dram. He drank it. He also ordered one Jack Lee to put two bolts on the purser's cabin door. The gentleman walked to and fro the purser's cabin, whilst they were nailing the bolts on. He wanted to speak with one of the officers. The carpenter told him he was the carpenter. Says the gentleman, "Do you understand what my brother Sam is going to do with me?" And said his brother had brought him on board to murder him that night. The carpenter said he hoped not, but what was done was for his good. The Captain said, they must not mind what his brother said, for he had been mad for a twelvemonth past; then the Captain went up again, and went into the doctor's room. I went to bed about eight o'clock. Some time about eleven o'clock at night, I heard the gentleman knock. Mahony went into him. Mahony sat down in the cabin, and he and the gentleman had a great deal of discourse together the gentleman said he had been at the East Indies, and told what he had got by his merit, and Mahony said some by good friends. I heard the gentleman, after Mahony had gone, pray to God to be his comforter under his afflictions: he said to himself that he knew he was going to be murdered, and prayed that it might come to light by one means or another. I took no notice of it, because I thought him a crazy man. I slept a little, and about two or three o'clock, my wife waked me. She said, "Don't you hear the noise that is made by the gentleman; I believe they are killing him." I then heard him kick, and cry out, "Here are twenty guineas! Take them! Don't murder me!

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Must I die! Must I die! O my life!" and gave several keeks with his throat, and then he was still. I got up in my bed upon my knees; I saw a light glimmering in at the crack, and saw that same man Mahony with a candle in his hand. The gentleman was lying on one side. Charles White was there, and he put out his hand to get the gentleman upright. I heard Mahony cry out, and swear, "Let us take his watch!" But White said he could not get at it. I could not see his pockets. White laid hold of him, and went to tumbling him up to get out his money and watch. I saw him lay hold of the chain. White gave Mahony the watch, who put it in his pocket, and White put his hand into one of the gentleman's pockets, and cursed that there was nothing but silver, but he put his hand into the other pocket, and there he found gold.

Mr. Recorder.-In what posture did Sir John lie at that time?

Jones. He lay in a very uneasy manner, with one leg up, and when they moved him, he remained so; which gave me a suspicion that he was dead. I saw a person's hand on the throat of this gentleman, and heard the person say. ""Tis done, and well done."

Mr. Recorder.-Was that a third person's hand, or the hand of Mahony or White?

Jones.-I cannot say whether it was a third person's hand or not. I saw but two persons in the cabin. I did not see the person, for it was done in a moment. I can't swear I saw more than two persons in the cabin.

Mr. Recorder. Did you take notice of the hand that was laid on Sir John's throat?

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Jones. I did.

Mr. Recorder.-Did it appear to you like the hand of a common sailor?

Jones.-No; it seemed white.

Mr. Vernon.-You have seen two hands held up at the bar to-day. I would ask you to which of them it was most like in colour?

Jones.-I have often seen Mahony's and White's hands, and I thought the hand was whiter than either of theirs; and I think it was neither of their hands by the colour of it.

Mr. Recorder.-Was Sir John on the floor, or on the bed?

Jones. On the bed, but there was no sheets. It was a flock-bed, and nobody had lain there for a great while.

Mr. Vernon.-How long did the cries and noise that you heard continue?

Jones.-Not a great while. He cried like a person going out of the world, very low. At my hearing it, I would have got out in the meantime, but my wife desired me not to go, for she was afraid there was somebody at the door would have killed me.

Mr. Vernon.-What more do you know of this matter? or of Mahony and White being afterwards put on shore?

Jones. I heard some talking that the yawl was to go to the shore about four of the clock in the morning, and some of us were called up, and I importuned my wife to let me go out. I called and asked, "Who is sentinel?" Duncan Buchanan answered and said, "It is I." "Oh !" says I, "is it you?" I then thought myself safe. I jumped out in my shirt, went

to him; says I, "There have been a devilish noise in the cabin, Duncan, do you know anything of the matter? They have certainly killed the gentleman. What shall us do?" I went to the cabin-door, where the doctor's mate lodged, asked him if he "had heard anything to-night?" "I heard a great noise," said he. "I believe," said I, "they have killed that gentleman." He said, he "believed so, too." I drawed aside the scuttle that looked into the purser's cabin from the steward's room, and cried, "Sir, if you are alive, speak." He did not speak. I took a long stick, and endeavoured to move him, but found he was dead. I told the doctor's mate, that I thought he was the proper person to relate the matter to the officer, but he did not care to do it then. "If you will not, I will," said I. I went up to the Lieutenant, and desired him to come out of his cabin to me. "What is the matter?" said he. I told him, “I believed there had been murder committed in the cockpit, upon the gentleman who was brought on board last night." "Oh! don't say so," said the Lieutenant. In that interim, whilst we were talking about it, Mr. Marsh, the midshipman, came and said that there was an order to carry White and Mahony on shore. I then swore they should not go on shore, for there was murder committed. The Lieutenant said, "Pray, be easy; it can't be so. I don't believe the Captain would do any such thing." That gentleman there, Mr. Marsh, went to ask the Captain if Mahony and White must be put on shore? And Mr. Marsh returned again, and said the Captain said they should. I then said, "It is certainly true that the gentleman is murdered between them." I did