Bloody News FROM Angel-Alley IN BISHOPSGATE-STREET, BEING A full and true Account of the cruel Murdering of one Dorothy Jewers, who on Friday last, the 27th of September, was barbarously rob and killed by two of her Lodgers.  
WITH An Account how she was at first found dead, and also how these Murderers after they had committed this bloody Fact made their escape.  
With Allowance.  
LONDON, Printed for D. M. 1678.   

Bloody News FROM Angel-Alley IN Bishops-Gate-Street.  
The horror of this ensuing Relation, is too great to need any amplication, or the needless imbelishment of a starched Exordium; I shall therefore without putting either myself or the Reader to farther trouble, give him a candid and true account of a dismal accident, which happened in Angel Ally, in Bishop's Gate Street. Towards the upper end of which Ally, over against the Rose Alehouse, there has lived for some time an ancient industrious widow, Dorothy Jewers who by her good huswifry had obtained so much as made her esteemed very wealthy, considering the meanness of her quality; her common way of livelihood being to deal in old Goods which were exposed to sale, and having ready money many times bought them to great advantage; by this and the like means, the report of her Estate, in Plate and money, became generally talked of, that it is to be feared, at length the fame of it reached the Ears of two young persons of different Sexes, who on the one and twentieth of this instant September, came to inquire for a Lodging at her house, which she having ready to dispose of, without much scruple, set it them at so much per week; but the sad event of her so doing, will not let me omit giving the Reader a kind warning, to take care not to follow her example, but to be cautious and circumspect whom either he or she admits under the dangerous shelter of their own Roof, for by this means many Masters and Mistresses of Families themselves have lost their Reputation, and their Goods, nay and their lives to boot, which have been brought to a shameful Catastrophe, merely for want of that Care and industry which is absolutely requisite in such Cases.  
This unfortunate Woman in Angel-All●y, little considered what she had done, when she let these unknown Persons have a free Egress and Regress out and into her House, as well as herself; and by so doing ran indeed too great a hazard for that inconsiderable benefit she was to receive of them, had they proved really honest. But alas, two or three days experience of their cautious and timorous Conversations, offered her so much reason to think they were either engaged in the World, or else had in a base manner abused it, that she grew in that small time weary of their Companies, and therefore warned them to provide a new Habitation against that Week expired; for that since they did not give her that Testimony of their honesty which at their entrance they promised, she was resolved to be troubled with them no longer. Her Lodgers seemed very little concerned at the News, only desiring of her that during that time they might enjoy their Lodging in friendship and content; and at the Weeks-end they would honestly pay her, according to their Covenant, and leave her. Whereupon she said little to them afterwards, but much wondered to see them take such extraordinary care to skulk in and out of Doors at such unseasonable hours, as none, no not their very next Neighbours, could ever set sight of them; nor can now give any account of them, or tell what manner of Persons they were.  
But since, it is easily imagined this unusual desire of concealment was not by reason of Debt, or any worldly Engagements; but with full and premeditated design that they might the better commit their intended Murder, and after more securely make their escape.  
For on Friday the 27th Instant, (and the day before the expiration of the  Week they were to stay with her) about eight of the Clock in the Evening, they both came, very seemingly kind, down to their Land-Lady, and telling her they had bought a piece of Pork for Supper, desired, that since it was the last Night they were to be in her House, she would do them the favour to go upstairs into their Room and take share of it, and a Glass of Ale, and be merry with them before their departure; (this she declared to several Neighbours before she went up) the good Woman little suspecting they durst be so impudently wicked, as to attempt any thing on her Life, especially at saith a seasonable hour as all her Neighbours were stirring, accepted the invitation, and went up with them, where, in order to the expected Supper, she see the Board fairly laid with Napkins, Trenchers, and all things requisite in those cases.  
The particular of every Action which passed among them, is impossible as yet to be related; the two chief Actors of them being her two Lodgers, who are since fled: But this is certain, that the good Woman, who had left her Door open, stayed above Stairs so long, that some of her Neighbours, who had never before seen her negligent in that kind, went to her House to advertise her of it; but finding her not below Stairs, at first knocked, but receiving no answer, went up stairs, and found the poor Woman stark dead, but in a struggling posture, with a Cambric Handkerchief, thrust, as 'tis imagined with a Bedstaff, which lay by her, asfar down her Throat as possibly they could ram it, in so much that they had rend her Mouth, and a Napkin, with which 'tis thought they first strangled her, tied so extremely hard about her Neck, that it was impossible for her to take her breath, much less make any noise that her Neighbours might have come in to her assistance, 'Twas about the hour of nine when she was first found in this lamentable condition; and it is credibly reported that about a quarter of an hour before, the she Lodger came to the Door, and perceiving a Woman, who kept the opposite Alehouse, to stand at the Door, she ran boldly to her, and told her she wanted three pints of Drink, which whilst the Hostess was fetching, she and her pretended Husband made their escape, taking along with them many things, whereof, as yet, we have no particular.  
FINIS.