One man, Linnell, died almost immediately, others from the effect of their injuries.

The next day a regular court-martial in Bow Street Police Court, witnesses kept out by the police, men dazed with their wounds, decent workmen of unblemished character who had never been charged in a police-court before, sentenced to imprisonment without chance of defence.

But a gallant band rallied to their rescue.
William T.Stead, most chivalrous of journalists, opened a Defence Fund, and money rained in; my pledged bail came up by the dozen, and we got the men out on appeal.

By sheer audacity I got into the police-court, addressed the magistrate, too astounded by my profound courtesy and calm assurance to remember that I had no right there, and then produced bail after bail of the most undeniable character and respectability, which no magistrate could refuse.

Breathing-time gained, a barrister, Mr.W.M.Thompson, worked day after day with hearty devotion, and took up the legal defence.