Robert Harman is called next, who tells you that he was servant to Mr. Blandy at the time of his death; that the night his master died the prisoner asked him where he should live next, on which he told her he did not know; and she then asked him if he would go away with her, and, upon his saying he did not care to do so, she told him no hurt would come to him, but it would be L500 in his way, and wanted him to go away then immediately.  He says the prisoner behaved well to her father and all the family, as far as he knows, and never heard her swear about her father.

The next witness is Richard Fisher, who was one of the jury on inspection of the body of the deceased.  On Thursday, the 15th of August, he was informed that Miss Blandy was gone over Henley Bridge, and went to her at the Angel.  When he came into the room he told her he was sorry for her misfortune, and asked her if she would not be glad to go home again.  She said she should, but could not get through the mob, upon which he got a covered post-chaise and carried her home.  As they were going she asked him if she was to go to Oxford that night; that he told her he believed not.  When he brought her to her father’s house he delivered her up to the constable; that after this he was upon the jury, and when he went to her again she asked him how it was likely to go with her, upon which he told her he was afraid very hardly, unless she could produce letters or papers of consequence to bring Cranstoun to justice.  Upon which she said, “Dear Mr. Fisher, I have burnt those letters that would have brought him to justice,” and gave a key out of her pocket to search a drawer for letters; but none being found, she said, “My honour to him (meaning Cranstoun) will prove my ruin.”

Mrs. Lane is then called, who says she went to the Angel along with her husband, when the prisoner was there.  The first word she heard her husband say was, if she was guilty she would suffer according to law; upon which the prisoner stamped on the ground, and the first thing she heard her say was, “O that damned villain!” then paused a little and went on again, “But why do I blame him?  I am more to blame myself, for it was I gave it him, and know the consequence.”  Upon being asked whether she said “I knew” or “I know,” the witness tells you that she will not be positive which, but the prisoner was in a sort of agony; whichever way it was, it may make some little difference, but nothing material.

Mr. Lane, the husband of the last witness, is then called, and tells you that he went into the room before his wife; that the prisoner rose and met him, told him he was a stranger to her, but, as he appeared like a gentleman, she asked him what they would do with her; that he told her she would be committed to the county gaol, and tried at the assizes; if her innocence appeared she would be acquitted, if not, she would suffer accordingly.  Upon which she stamped with her foot and said, “O that damned villain!  But why do I blame him?  I am more to blame”; that then Mr. Littleton came in, which took off his attention; that he did not hear what followed so as to be able to give an account of it.