he saw his mother and brother, told them that he had shot Mr.
Dyson, and bade them a hasty good-bye. He then walked to At-

tercliffe Railway Station, and took a ticket for Beverley.
Something suspicious in the manner of the booking-clerk made him
change his place of destination. Instead of going to Beverley
that night he got out of the train at Normanton and went on to
York. He spent the remainder of the night in the station yard.
He took the first train in the morning for Beverley, and from
there travelled via Collingham to Hull. He went straight to the
eating-house kept by his wife, and demanded some dinner. He had
hardly commenced to eat it when he heard two detectives come into
the front shop and ask his wife if a man called Charles Peace was
lodging with her. Mrs. Peace said that that was her husband's
name, but that she had not seen him for two months. The
detectives proposed to search the house. Some customers in
the shop told them that if they had any business with Mrs.
Peace, they ought to go round to the side door. The polite
susceptibility of these customers gave Peace time to slip up to a
back room, get out on to an adjoining roof, and hide behind a
chimney stack, where he remained until the detectives had
finished an exhaustive search. So importunate were the officers
in Hull that once again during the day Peace had to repeat this
experience. For some three weeks, however, he contrived to
remain in Hull. He shaved the grey beard he was wearing at the
time of Dyson's murder, dyed his hair, put on a pair of
spectacles, and for the first time made use of his singular power
of contorting his features in such a way as to change altogether
the character of his face. But the hue and cry after him was
unremitting. There was a price of L100 on his head, and the