Dr. James W. Stone. Report of the Trial of
Professor John W. Webster ...
, 1850
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Dr. James W. Stone. Report of the Trial of
Professor John W. Webster ...
, 1850
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ss I was gone that night till about four o'clock, at a ball of the Shaks- peare Division of the Sons of Temperance, in Cochituate Hall; there were twenty dances, and I danced in eighteen of them. My wife called me about nine o'clock, and wanted me to go to work on the wall; did not get up till she called me to breakfast. After breakfast, Dr. Web- ster came into my kitchen, and asked me if I had heard any thing from Dr. Parkman. He said he had just come from Dr. Henchman's apoth- ecary shop, where he heard of a woman having put a large bundle into cab, which drove off: Tbey took the number of the cab, and after- ward found it all covered with blood. I said there were so many flying reports now about Dr. Parkman, that one did not know what to believe. He went up stairs; there were men there carrying up busts to place in the anatomical lecture-room. Dr. Henry J. Bigelow was there. I asked him if he knew there were reports and suspicions against Dr. Webster; he said he knew there were. I informed him what I was doing on the wall; he told me to go ahead. In a few minutes, I went into the Demonstrator's room, and there I saw Dr. J. B. S. Jackson alone. I told him what I was doing on the wall. He replied, °° Mr. Littlefield, I feel dreadfully about this." (Ob- jected to by the prisoner's counsel.) He added, '° Do you go through that wall before you sleep." Attorney General. Did he give any directions as to what you should do, if you found anything there? Witness. He asked me what I would do, if I found anything. I told him I should go to Dr. Holmes. He said, " No ; go to old Dr. Bigelow's, in Summer-street; then call at my house, and if I am not in, write your name on my slate there; and when I return I shall un- derstand it." About three o'clock, Iwent to Mr. Fuller's, and borrowed a crowbar. He asked me what I wanted to do with it ; I said, to knock a hole through a brick wall, for Cochituate water-pipe. He said, " I guess you do." What I said was in joke, and I suppose he so understood me. I went home and locked all the doors, leaving the keys inside. I told my wife not to let any one in; but, if Dr. Webster came, to be sure and let him in- but not till she had given four raps on the floor. I blistered my hands in working through the wall; came up and put gloves on. I went and borrowed a cold chisel and hammer of Mr. Fuller; he seemed very ready to lend them. I got out three courses and a half of brick, the thickness of the wall. I heard soon some one moving over the floor, and four raps on it with a hammer. I came up stairs, and met my wife, who said she was mistaken. She saw two gentlemen coming, and thought one of them was Dr. Webster. They were Mr. Kingsley and officer Stark- weather; I came out and saw them. Mr. Kingsley wished to get into Dr. Webster's privy. I told him that it was locked up, and I could not get in. Trenholm, with whom I was well acquainted, came up. I told him that I should get through the wall in twenty minutes, and would then let them know. While I stood there talking, Dr. Webster came in; he went into his room. But while I was conversing with Mr. Trenholm, Dr. Webster came to us and said that an Irishman had offered a twenty dollar bill at the toll-house to pay his toll of one cent. The toll-keeper thought it strange, and kept the bill, as I understood Dr. Webster. He said