GIRL’S SENSATION OF BEING MURDERED

Sun (Auckland), Volume II, Issue 588, 14 February 1929, Page 13

GIRL’S SENSATION OF BEING MURDERED

"IMAGINED I WAS ON COMET” GLASS COFFIN. MILLIONS OF FACES A young woman gave a dramatic description at an inquest in Britain ol tile sensations she experienced as an attempt was being made to strangle her.

The inquest, Jield by Dr. M. H. Taylor, at Thames Ditton, Surrey, was held on Reginald Stewart Rogers, aged 25, a motor mechanic, of Addison Road, Teddington, Middlesex. On the night of December 26 he had taken for a ride in a motor-car Miss Cecilia Alice Farrow, secretary, aged 28, of Tynron, Courtlands Avenue, Hampton, Middlesex. After trying to strangle her and induce her to take poison, he committed suicide. Seized by the Throat In the course of her evidence Miss i Farrow said; Rogers had been sitting beside me quite quietly. He then half-turned round and deliberately placed his two thumbs on my windpipe. He did not shake my head as though he were in a temper with me, and gradually I realised he was not playing. I had that awful sensation that he was trying to kill me. So far as I can remember be did not speak. I could not speak at all to say. “Don't Reg.! Don't be a fool!” as I wanted to. I do not even remember trying to get my hands up to scratch or do anything. Then X remember nothing. Dr. Taylor; You became unconscious? Miss Farrow replied; Yes. I imagined for the time that I was on a comet or a planet, or something of that kind. I saw millions of faces flashing past me and all my past life came back. As I gradually came to I could see fields, and after a few seconds I realised that I was turning my head from side to side. Then for a moment I thought I was in a glass coflln and all I could see was frosted glass. The first words I remember saying when I became conscious again were, “Am X dead?” Somebody was waving something white, a handkerchief, I think, in front of me, and said, “No, you are not dead, and you will be quite all right.” Something was wrong with my mouth, but I did not realise that my tongue was hanging out. Reginald was still with me. He waved a handkerchief before me as though he were fanning me. I said to him, “I am dying! I am dying! roe have air!” He opened a window of the car, but it would only open half-way. “I remember no more.”