in the land. He should follow the Dysons, he said, wherever they
might go; he believed that they were at that moment intending to
take further proceedings against him. As he left, Peace said
that he should not go and see the Dysons that night, but would
call on a friend of his, Gregory, who lived next door to them in
Banner Cross Terrace. It was now about a quarter to seven.

Peace went to Gregory's house, but his friend was not at home.
The lure of the Dysons was irresistible. A little after eight
o'clock Peace was watching the house from a passage-way that led
up to the backs of the houses on the terrace. He saw Mrs. Dyson
come out of the back door, and go to an outhouse some few yards
distant. He waited. As soon as she opened the door to come
out, Mrs. Dyson found herself confronted by Peace, holding his
revolver in his hand. "Speak," he said, "or I'll fire." Mrs.
Dyson in terror went back. In the meantime Dyson, hearing the
disturbance, came quickly into the yard. Peace made for the
passage. Dyson followed him. Peace fired once, the shot
striking the lintel of the passage doorway. Dyson undaunted,
still pursued. Then Peace, according to his custom, fired a
second time, and Dyson fell, shot through the temple. Mrs.
Dyson, who had come into the yard again on hearing the first
shot, rushed to her husband's side, calling out: "Murder! You
villain! You have shot my husband." Two hours later Dyson was
dead.

After firing the second shot Peace had hurried down; the passage
into the roadway. He stood there hesitating a moment, until the
cries of Mrs. Dyson warned him of his danger. He crossed the
road, climbed a wall, and made his way back to Sheffield. There