21 years.

"Carey and me left the public-house on Wednesday night between 10 and 11 o'clock, and went down to my fathers house. I went up to my father's door, and he had gone to bed. Carey stood against father's gate when I came out again. He said let us go over the drain in your father's boat. I said, 'What for ?' He said,  'I was working for George  Sands, and I killed two rabbits in the close, and if you will go with me I will give you one.' I went with him till we came to Mr. Teesdale's house. He drew a stick out of Mr. Teesdale's fence. He said, 'very likely Mr. Drury's dog will come out, you had better have one and all.'  I said, 'No, I'll go without. 'Going on down the lane past Mr. Coates' house we overtook Mr. Stevenson. Carey said to me, 'Lets kill the old b-----, I think he's got some money.' I said,  'No, don't meddle with the old man. ' He said, 'I will.' He hit him right on the side of the head, knocked him down, and put his hands in his pockets, and said, 'Let us have the old b------'s money.'  He got off him again , and hit three or four times over the head with the stick. He said to me,  ' Take hold of his head.' I said, 'No.' He said, 'I you don't I'll serve you the same.' I took hold of his head, and helped him to throw him into the sewer. He then went across the road again to fetch his stick. The old man was standing up in the dyke then. He hit him two or three more times, when the old man  climbed up to get over the hedge. I went on as far as Mr. Coates' yard then, Carey went the other way. I thought I would go round and assist the old man get home. When I got within a few yards of him, I saw Carey coming up to him again, with a piece of wood or stick on his shoulder. When I got up to the old man, he struck him on the head and knocked him down, and hit him 7 or 8 times on the floor and broke the stick to  atoms. The old man tried to get up again, when he got a piece of hedge stake or thorn and beat him about the head till he was dead, and trailed him down to the hedge next to the sewer dyke, saying to me, 'Take hold of his legs, and we'll throw him into the sewer.' I said, 'What for ? Let him be.' He then reared him up on his head on the hedge-layers and tumbled him into the sewer. He then went on to Mr. Stevenson's house, and I went on to Mr. Coates house. When got on the bank Carey overtook me, and said, ' The old man is dead: he does not stir in the water at all.' He said,  'I've got a  sovereign, a half-crown, a shilling, and a handful of papers, (I don't know what they are,) and two bags.' Going on for a while I came to my father's seven acre field he said, 'I'll hide these papers here.' And he hid them under some grass on the bank side just, against the tunnel. We went on till we came to my father's little boat, and went over the river in it, and when I got over I went up to my father's house. I said, 'I shall go and lay down a bit.' Carey said, 'I shall go and all where you do.' I said I would not take him there, so we went on as far as my brother John's house: went across his garden and across to Mr. Sands hovel, and tumbled over my foot. Carey and me then went to Richardson's. There he took out of his  pocket the two bags he had taken from Stevenson with the money, and put a stone into them and threw them into Richardson's pit. Signed, William Pickett."

Impressed with a sense of the terrible nature of the crime in which he has been an unwilling participator, Pickett makes various attempts to leave his companion, but no, he cannot shake him off, and they sleep together in a hovel.

He also examined Carey's slop, and some spots of blood on Carey's waistcoat. He examined Pickett's boots, but found no blood on them. There was hair and blood on Carey's boot. The hair was human hair from the head.

He observed, about 70 yards nearer his house two more bludgeons, and about 12 yards from the hedge was a pool of blood, and it appeared as if something had been trailed from the pool to the hedge

the two prisoners were discovered asleep together in a hovel near the scene of the murder.

LINCOLNSHIRE

‘Then for his money

At thepublic-househecalledforale,|Hislowlyspiritsfortocheer,!Helittlethoughtthatnighttodie,|.‘Andbeingtohis homesonear;!Butbewasfollowedfromthathouse,‘Bysomeruffiansyoushallhear,‘Whorobbedandmurderedthepooroldman,YaBibseyvillageinLincolnshire.

Then for his money—they him followed,Very soon they did him catah,nd then they robbed and murdered him,‘And left his body in a ditch.

‘And to Boston Market made his way,But in the evening returning home,‘He at the “Ship,”some time did sty

In Sibsey village in Lincolnshire,Another dreadful deed’s been done,—Oa a cottager age sixty-four,| His name was William Stevenson.Ho left his home on Monday morning,‘And to Boston Market made his way,But in the evening returning home,‘He at the “Ship,”some time did st

When to the station they were taken,cna they were charged of taking life,When searching Carey they found upon him,‘Mr. Sieenson’s pocket-Knife

His son found ont were he had being stayingTo that public-house he goes, .‘There Pickett and Carey sat a drinking, hee‘And be saw blood upon their clothes;‘This then gere him strong suspicion,Aund to the police 26 went with spexd,‘He gave information’and they were taken,+Andchargedwiththatdreadfuldee