On the 3d March 1886, about 2 o'clock P.M., he left his house--which Mr.Tener pointed out to me--to cut fuel in a wood belonging to Sir Henry Burke, at no great distance.
Twice he made the journey between his house and the wood.

The third time he went and returned no more.

His wife growing uneasy at his prolonged absence went out to look for him.

She found his body riddled with bullets lying lifeless in the highway.

The police who went into Woodford with the tale report the people as laughing and jeering at the agony of the widowed woman.