he was murdered but not by him.  The Justice of Peace then telling him that if he knew him to be murdered, he knew likewise by whom he was, so he acknowledged he did, and being urged to confess what he knew concerning it, affirmed that it was his mother and brother that had murdered his master.  The Justice of Peace then advised him to consider what he said, telling him that he feared he might be guilty of his master’s death, and that he should not draw more innocent blood upon his head, for what he now charged his mother and brother with might cost them their lives.  But he affirming he spoke nothing but the truth, and that if he were immediately to die he would justify it, the Justice desired him to declare how, and when they did it.

He then told him that ever since he came into his master’s service his mother and brother had lain at him to help them to money, telling him how poor they were, and that it was in his power to relieve them by giving them notice when his master went to receive his lady’s rents, for they would then waylay him and rob him.  And further, he said that upon the Thursday morning, when his master went to Charringworth, going on an errand into the town, he met his brother in the street, whom he then told whither his master was going, and if he waylaid him he might have his money; and further said, that in the evening when his mistress sent him to meet his master, he met his brother in the street before his master’s gate, going as he said to meet his master, and so they went together to the churchyard, about a stone’s throw from Mr. Harrison’s gate, where they parted.  He going the footway beyond the church, they met again, and so went together the way leading to Charringworth, until they came to a gate about a bow’s shot from Campden church that goes into a ground of the Lady Campden’s, called the Conygree, which to those who have a key to go through the garden, is the nearest from that place to Mrs. Harrison’s house.  When they came near unto that gate, he (the said John Perry) said he told his brother that he believed his master was just gone into the Conygree (for it was then so dark they could not discern any man, so as to know him).  But perceiving there was no way but for those who had a key through the gardens, he concluded it was his master who had gone through, and so told his brother if he followed him, he might have his money, and he in the meantime, would walk a turn in the fields.  Which accordingly he did, and then followed his brother.  About the middle of the Conygree, he found his master on the ground, his brother upon him, and his mother standing by.  Being asked whether his master was dead, he answered, No, for that after he came to them, his master cried, Ah, rogues!  Will you kill me? At which he told his brother he hoped he would not kill his master; his brother replied, Peace, peace, you’re a fool; and so strangled him.  Which having done, he took a bag of money out of his pocket, and threw it into his mother’s lap; and then he and his brother carried his master’s dead body into the garden, adjoining to the Conygree, where they consulted what to do with it, and at length agreed to throw it into the great pool by Wallington’s Mill, behind the garden.