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'MATTHEW JOHN THOMAS . I am a florist, of 2, Great Dover Street—that is the second shop round the corner from St. George's Church; on Wednesday morning, 12th October, about a quarter-past ten, two people came into my shop—the gentleman I recognise as Dr. Kirwain, and the girl they call Blanche—I had not known Dr. Kirwain before, but I recognise him from his photograph; I have seen Blanche outside to-day—I should think they had been recovering from drink, rather steadying themselves—the woman smelt very strongly of drink, and was very dilapidated—the gentleman seemed rather an aristocratic gentleman; she understood quite what she was doing; she came in first; she was wearing a fawn-coloured or drab three-quarter cloak and a broad felt hat with a dark-coloured bow in it, blue I think—she asked me to pin a flower in her jacket or cape, and I did so—it was a blue and white, I think—the gentleman was wearing a tall silk hat; I thought he was a professional gentleman—he seemed the most sober of the two, the other seemed skittish, larkish—the gentleman had on a dark overcoat, not buttoned; it was open, and underneath was a dark coat buttoned across, and he had a curb chain from one pocket to the other, tan coloured gloves, not on his hands, and an umbrella—I believe he was
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wearing a stone ring, if I remember right, but I would not be positive—it was gold, a kind of signet, on his left hand—the woman came in first, the gentleman was immediately behind her—she said she wanted a flower; he gave her one, a chrysanthemum—she would not have it, she wanted a rose; he said, "Let her have what she wants"—he paid for it—he pulled out from his trousers pocket a handful of money; I should think there was some loose silver, half-crowns and two-shilling pieces, and two or three gold coins, all mixed up with some coppers—he was quite sensible and understood, but seemed weary, and leaned on the counter; I watched him through a looking-glass, and he leaned back and looked tired; the shop is entirely glass—I did not turn my face to him; the woman smelt of drink very strongly—they were in the shop from five to ten minutes; the man was able to give me the right money, he quite knew what he was doing—I drew his attention to the gold at the time—they went out, and walked across the road in the direction of the church; I watched them.'
'MATTHEW JOHN THOMAS . I am a florist, of 2, Great Dover Street—that is the second shop round the corner from St. George's Church; on Wednesday morning, 12th October, about a quarter-past ten, two people came into my shop—the gentleman I recognise as Dr. Kirwain, and the girl they call Blanche—I had not known Dr. Kirwain before, but I recognise him from his photograph; I have seen Blanche outside to-day—I should think they had been recovering from drink, rather steadying themselves—the woman smelt very strongly of drink, and was very dilapidated—the gentleman seemed rather an aristocratic gentleman; she understood quite what she was doing; she came in first; she was wearing a fawn-coloured or drab three-quarter cloak and a broad felt hat with a dark-coloured bow in it, blue I think—she asked me to pin a flower in her jacket or cape, and I did so—it was a blue and white, I think—the gentleman was wearing a tall silk hat; I thought he was a professional gentleman—he seemed the most sober of the two, the other seemed skittish, larkish—the gentleman had on a dark overcoat, not buttoned; it was open, and underneath was a dark coat buttoned across, and he had a curb chain from one pocket to the other, tan coloured gloves, not on his hands, and an umbrella—I believe he was
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wearing a stone ring, if I remember right, but I would not be positive—it was gold, a kind of signet, on his left hand—the woman came in first, the gentleman was immediately behind her—she said she wanted a flower; he gave her one, a chrysanthemum—she would not have it, she wanted a rose; he said, "Let her have what she wants"—he paid for it—he pulled out from his trousers pocket a handful of money; I should think there was some loose silver, half-crowns and two-shilling pieces, and two or three gold coins, all mixed up with some coppers—he was quite sensible and understood, but seemed weary, and leaned on the counter; I watched him through a looking-glass, and he leaned back and looked tired; the shop is entirely glass—I did not turn my face to him; the woman smelt of drink very strongly—they were in the shop from five to ten minutes; the man was able to give me the right money, he quite knew what he was doing—I drew his attention to the gold at the time—they went out, and walked across the road in the direction of the church; I watched them.'
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