“When I came to, I found myself lying on the floor, the police giving me water.  They showed me a paper, which they said was the order of release for Yi Keun-tak and O Hak-su, who had confessed.  If I wanted to be set at liberty I must do the same.  Then they beat me again.  I saw the paper and managed with difficulty to read it.  It was to the effect that they did confess and promised never to do such things again.

“I was then introduced to Yi Keun-tak, who, they said, had confessed and been acquitted, and they urged me to follow Yi’s example.  I urged them to treat me as they had treated Yi.  They told me what to confess, but as I had never heard of such things I refused, and they said they had better kill me.

“They resumed their tortures, and after two or three months, being unable to bear it any longer, I confessed all that is required.”

Paik Yong-sok, a milk seller and a Presbyterian, with eleven in his family, said he had been a Christian for fifteen years and had determined only to follow the teachings of the Bible; he had never thought of assassination or considered establishing the independence of the country.  Having to support a family of eleven, he had no time for such things.

He had made the confession recited by the Court, but it was under compulsion and false.  “For a number of days I was tortured twice by day and twice by night.  I was blindfolded, hung up, beaten.  Often I fainted, being unable to breathe.  I thought I was dying and asked the police to shoot me, so intolerable were my tortures.  Driven beyond the bounds of endurance by hunger, thirst and pain, I said I would say whatever they wanted.

“The police told me that I was of no account among the twenty million Koreans, and they could kill or acquit me as they pleased....  Meanwhile five or six police dropped in and said, ’Have you repented?  Did you take part in the assassination plots?’ It was too much for me to say ‘Yes’ to this question, so I replied ‘No.’  Immediately they slapped my cheeks, stripped me, struck, beat and tormented me.  It is quite beyond my power to describe the difficulty of enduring such pain.”

The man paused and pointed to a Japanese, Watanabe by name, sitting behind the judges, “That interpreter knows all about it,” he said, “He was one of the men who struck me.”  Watanabe was pointed out by other prisoners as a man who had been prominent in tormenting them.

Im Do-myong, a barber and a Presbyterian, also fell into the hands of experts at the game.

“At the police headquarters, I was hung up, beaten with an iron rod and tortured twice a day.  Then I was taken into the presence of superiors, the interpreter (pointing out Watanabe, who was sitting:  behind the judges) being present, and tortured again.

“My thumbs were tied together at my back, the right arm being put back over the shoulder and the left arm turned up from underneath.  Then I was hung up by the cord that bound my thumbs.  The agony was unendurable.  I fainted, was taken down, was given torture, and when I came to was tortured again.”