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iyes. and snored faintly, after the manner of men who have sustained injury to the brain. His head was in a pool of blood. A cat, which Clad apparently slept under the bed, was dis- turbed by the commotion, and came out, walk- .ng directly through the dark blood-pool, and over the body of the man, and leaving the prints of its blood-stained feet across the floor to the door and down the staircase. One of the women fainted at the sight of the dying victim and the murderer, and was conveyed from the room. Another woman was of quite a different turn of mind. She stood taking in every detail of the horrible scene. At one part of the bed, against which the man's head had brushed as he fell to the ground, a thick splash of blood was slowly streaking the valance as it trickled down. The woman stooped, and with her hand stroked down the valance, scraping the thick blood down to the floor. Folk in Eisteddfod-street took the tragedy unconcernedly, and few expressed any sym- pathy with the murdered woman, regarding the event more as a nuisance to the street than as the pitiful ending of two human lives. In the man's case the bullet had apparently entered just above the upper lip and below the nose. It had made a small hole, which his moustache almost hid, and had emerged again at the left temple. Interview with the Keeper of the House. The house, No. 9, Eisteddfod-street, is kept by a Mrs. Pethick, with two children. In conversation with one of our reporters, Mrs. Pethick, who was naturally greatly upset by the occurrence, said:—"I have kept this house for several years, and I lately have let a couple of rooms to Mrs. Townsend, who I have known for some time. I did not know the deceased, and, as far as I can remember, I had not seen her until yesterday evening, when she called at my house about eight o'clock with her hus- band. The woman asked for Mrs. Townsend, who was at the timo upstairs, and I called her down. The three remained together some time, and the deceased and her husband then, left, and I saw nothing more of them until eleven o'clock or so, when Mrs. Townsend told me that 6he had agreed to let them have her bedroom, and that she herself would sleep on the couch. Of course, I offered no objection, and shortly afterwards went to bed myself. This morning I got up at my usual time, and the deceased and her husband were still in bed. Mrs. Townsend was downstairs. I had break- fast, and proceeded to do some sewing. About ten o'clock Mrs. Townsend went out, saying that she was going to get something for her riends' breakfasts. She also said that Mr. and Ars. Slade were still upstairs, but would be iown by the time she returned. I. continued ioing my sewing, but shortly before twelve I was startled by hearing two shots. They were fired in quick succession. I was frightened, and ran out to tell my rext-door neighbour, Mrs. Gelguerra. Neither of us, however, had the courage to go upstairs, but whilst we were speculating as to what we should do I saw a constable pass by the Great Western Railway Station, and a little girl, named Mary Warren ran down Tudor-road and up Sanders-road, until she met the officer. Shortly afterwards the police-constable arrived at the house, and went up to the bedroom. The doctor was then sent for." Did you hear any quarrelling during the night?" "Nothing at all. I was awake early myself, but I heard nothing." "How did they seem last night?" "They appeared to be friendly, and were cer- tainly not quarrelling." "Was either of them in drink at all?" "The man had had something to drink, but did not appear to be the worse for liquor. But I did not see enough of him or his wife to judge. I only just saw them." "Did Mrs. Townsend tell you anything about the couple?" "No. Directly the tragedy occurred I sent my little girl to search for her, and when she arrived she appeared to be greatly shocked." ''Has she said anything to you since?" "No. We have been too much upset to say anything." You did not see the man, then, after he went to bed?" Yes, he came downstairs this morning and rent out at the back. He asked me if he might to so, and I said 'Yes.' He then said, 'What is lour husband?' I answered, 'A bricklayer.' te said, 'Oh, bricklayers are getting a shilling on hour in London.' He then added, 'I am a iarpenter, and have been working at Lords' cricket Ground. I am always sure of work there, and if I stayed away three weeks I could to back and get work.' "Did he say anything else?" "Yes, he said he should go back to-day. That was all." "Did he appear to be excited?" "Not at all. He was perfectly calm and collected." "Was he dressed?" "He was in his shirt sleeves; otherwise he appeared to be dressed." What Mrs. Townsend Says. Mrs. Townsend, although a widow, is quite a young woman. She has jet black hair and eyes, and on Saturday morning was attired in black. Interviewed by one of our men. she readily offered to give any information she could, but was in such an agitated condition that it was only with the greatest difficulty that she could be induced to tell a consecutive story. I have known the deceased," she explained, "for a number of years. When a girl she lived at Bristol. She worked in a shoe factory in that city, and I believe her maiden name was Patch, but of this I am not surq. She first of all married an ironmonger in Bristol, and lived there for some time. She afterwards came to Cardiff, and when I first knew her she was living in Ethel-street, at Canton. I then knew her as Mrs. Maud Williams, but whether this was her proper name or not I cannot say. She got to know Mr. Slade, and about eighteen months ago she married him. They were then living in Canton. Shortly after that I left the tcAvi., and when I returned some months ago I learned that the deceased had sold up her heme—and she had a nice little homo, too— apd, with her husband, had gone up to London. I saw no more of her until last night, when she and her husband came to this house about eight o'clock in the evening. Mrs. Slade told me that they were hard up, and had nowhere to sleep, and I consented to let her have my bed for the night. She also said she was going to the Empire with her husband, and they left here about nine o'clock, apparently with the intention of doing so. This was the first time I had met the husband. About eleven n'clock the couple returned to the house, and went to bed." "Did they say where they had been?" "No, but I understood that they had been I iO the Empire." "They did not speak of the performance at >11?" "No." "Had they been drinking?" "No. At least the man had had a drop of drink, but was not the worse." "Did he appear excited at all?" "No." "Well, what happened?" "They went to bed, and I went to sleep on the couch." "Did you hear them talking loudly, as if quarrelling?" "No, I heard no noise whatever." "Did you hear them this morning?" "No. About ten o'clock I went out to get something for their breakfasts. I was gone some little time, and when I was returning along St. Mary-street I was met by Mrs. Pethics's little girl, who said that shots had been fired in the house, and she thought some one had been murdered. I hurried to the house, but before I got there the policeman had arrived. Shortly after- wards I learned that the woman was dead." "Have you ever heard the deceased say that her hi~»band had threatened to kill her?" "No, never. "Did she appear to be happy ?" "She l-.ad told me that her husband was 'jealous of har.' "Was he of a jealous disposition?" "No." "i3 she ever complained of him beating ,ier?" "I cannot say. I did not know him until last night." "What was he when she married him?" "He was a carpenter, and employed in Cardiff." "Where?" "I don't know." "Has he any relatives in the town?" "He has a sister, but I don't know where she lives." "When did the deceased come to Cardiff?" "About a week ago, I think. She has been staying with some friends in Roath." "Who are they?" "I don't know." "Didn't you see her all the week?" "No, not until last night." "Why did she leave her husband in London?" "I don't know I suppose they had a couple of words, and she came back." "Did she say she would never see him again?" "She said he would be sure to follow her." "Did she appear to be afraid of his doing so?" "No." I The Policeman's Story. The officer whom Mrs. Pethick saw walking along the Great Western Railway approach was Police-constable Davies (8). "It was twenty minutes to twelve," he told our reporter. "When I was told by the little girl. Mary Warren, what had occurred, I hurried to 9, Eisteddfod-street. Mrs. Pethick was outside talking to a neighbour. She told me she had heard shots fired upstairs. I immediately went up to the bedroom. I saw the man sitting on the bed and leaning over on his right side. He was bleeding from the mouth and a wound on the forehead. The woman was lying on the bed on her left side. She had a wound in the temple, and her brains were protruding. I at once sent for a doctor. I sent for several in fact. Dr. Mullin was the first to arrive. He attended to the woman, but, as you know, she died a few minutes ago. Her body has been taken to the mortuary. The man is at the infirmary. Close by the man's feet we found a revolver. Upon examin- ing it we discovered that it was a six-chambered weapon. There were five empty cartridges and one loaded one. Two cartridges had been recently fired." Slade's Condition, Upon inquiring at the Cardiff Infirmary at twenty minutes to three this afternoon, we were told that an operation was just then being performed on the man Slade with the object of extracting the bullet. His condition was described as most critical. Police Officers on the Spot, Soon after the tragedy was committed Superintendent Hayward, Detectives Rankin and Stevens, and one or two police-constables arrived at the house, and, together with Dr. Mullin- and Police-constable Davies (8), the latter of whom was the first to be called, superintended the removal of the bodies. THE MURDERER DEAD. Slade died at the infirmary at ten minutes to three on Saturday afternoon. Letters Found Upon Slade, The police found some letters in the posses- sion of the alleged murderer, but they are very reticent in regard to their contents. Some, they say, are testimonials of character, but there are others, and they refuse at present to say whether they throw any light upon the crime or supply a motive for it. Description of the Room. One of the first to enter the room after the shots were fired states that it was fairly clean and well furnished. There are two win- dows overlooking the street, and between them was the bed. There were two enamelled trunk boxes near the bed, one of which served as a table. Upon this was a bowl of celery, two letters, and an envelope. On a piece of paper some one had written over and over again the name of "Phillips." Just under Slade's head there was a large pool of blood, but the woman did not appear to have lost as much blood as might have been expected from such a terrible wound. Nature of the Woman's Wound. Dr. Mullin stated to a reporter that im- mediately he examined the woman, he found that the wound was fatal. The bullet entered about an inch and a half above the right eye- brow, and lodged somewhere in the head. The brains oozed out through the hole which was made in the skull, and it was evident that the muzzle of the revolver must have been very close to the head, as the skin around the wound is blackened with powder smoke. Dr. Mullin did not see Slade, but remained with the woman until she died, about half an hour after the occurrence. During the whole of the time she was perfectly unconscious, and could not have suffered any pain.

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