The wife of Hicks arrived in this city from Providence, on Sunday morning, and in company with John Burk visited her husband at the station house. She stated that on Friday evening last she got a New York paper, and seeing in it the story of the “sloop murder,” proceeded to read it to her husband in their room, but before finishing it he said he was sleepy and wanted to go to bed, and she had better stop reading.
When taken down to the cell in which her husband was locked up, she broke out upon him in the most vituperative language, charging him with being a bloody villain. She held her child up in front of the cell door, and exclaimed, “Look at your offspring, you rascal, and think what you have brought on us. If I could get in at you I would pull your bloody heart out.” The prisoner looked at her very coolly, and quietly replied, “Why, my dear wife, I’ve done nothing—it will be all out in a day or two.” The poor woman was so overcome that she had to be taken away. She subsequently returned to her old quarters, No. 129 Cedar street.
On Monday, the prisoner Hicks, alias Johnson, was transferred to the custody of the U. S. Marshal Rynders, and upon the filling of several affidavits, he was committed for examination.
Such is a brief account of this horrible tragedy, than which nothing more calculated to excite public wrath has occurred in the neighborhood of this city for a number of years. That Hicks is the man who committed the triple murder on board the sloop E. A. Johnson, no doubt is entertained, and no one will regret his speedy satisfaction to the claims of public justice.