Read The Audacious Crimes of Colonel Blood Online
Authors: Robert Hutchinson
Some weeks since, Richard Calveley, being attached
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by some of the sheriff's bailiffs according to law concerning the premises claimed by your petitioner, after they had him in custody . . . Calveley caught up a rapier and killed one of the bailiffs dead on the place.
Blood therefore begged Charles II
out of your princely grace and for the better enabling your petitioner to serve your majesty . . . to confer . . . what estate Richard Calveley lays claim to or lately seized of the estate of John Holcroft and his heirs (and consequently your petitioner's) if, upon Calveley's trial and conviction it shall become forfeited to your majesty.
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The outcome of Blood's appeal is not known, although it seems likely to have failed, as the disputed estate passed to another relative and Calveley escaped justice. He is recorded as evicting a man and his mother eight years later in a case heard during the Epiphany term at Lancaster Quarter Sessions.
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There were other means of income for the old adventurer. Blood transformed himself into a freelance agent and âfixer', not only involved in court rivalries and politics, but receiving fees for easing
the path of those wishing to do business with the royal household. He had been âadmitted into all the privacy and intimacy of the court'. If anyone was suffering delays in decision-making or any other hindrance to their business, âhe made his application to Blood as the most industrious and successful solicitor and many gentlemen courted his acquaintance, as the Indians pray to the Devil â that he may not hurt them'.
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It was a hazardous career to pursue and one that earned him powerful enemies as well as friends. His overblown confidence and arrogance remained breathtakingly obvious. If he had aggrieved one powerful figure in government, there were many others who would seek his assistance in providing information or gossip to fulfil their ambitions. He had become indispensable and boasted:
âIt's no matter. If one lets me fall, another takes me up. I'm the best tool they have.'
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Every day, he attended White's coffee house near the Royal Exchange in the City of London, waiting for consultations with eager, well-heeled clients,
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who may have included such illustrious personages as James, Duke of York and Thomas Osborne, First Earl of Danby.
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His greed and self-importance were to cause his eventual downfall.
There was one already suffering because of his involvement with Blood. Richard Wilkinson, another of Williamson's spies, claimed to have uncovered a conspiracy involving Blood âagainst his majesty's person, crown and dignity'. (This presumably was Captain Roger Jones's plot to assassinate Charles in the House of Lords.) In February 1673, he wrote from prison at Appleby, Westmorland, complaining about his unkind treatment.
When Wilkinson revealed the plot he was âpromised not only my pardon, but a gratuity', but he was betrayed and instead of being pardoned ended up in a horrible cell.
Since 23 September last I have been chained of my bed which is a
dark stinking hole sixteen or seventeen hours out of every twenty-four, with such a weight, namely nearly four stone
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of iron on my legs.
If it were to save my life I cannot stir a yard from my bed.
Until recently he had neither fire nor candle, but now had one taper to light in the mornings to read by. Despite enduring these privations, he was still a faithful subject and felt obliged to warn of a planned rebellion, having been told that âin a very short time the prison doors would be set open for me and others if I would but fight, for there were many men in most counties in great readiness who wait but for a fit opportunity'.
His friends in London had promised him a pardon but he knew he was still living under a cloud of official disapproval: âI am very sorry that Lord Arlington is offended at me and that I am blamed because I did not manage the business better concerning Blood.'
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Thomas Blood still had powerful friends.
Some men are so crafty . . . they dare not preach against the sin of man-catching, or trepanning men by sham evidence, false witness, sham plots . . . setting snares to catch men, body and goods, life and estate . . .
The Horrid Sin of Man-Catching
, July 1681
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London in the late 1670s and early into the next decade was a hotbed of intrigue and conspiracy, involving not only the old discontented republicans but also suspected plots by Catholics wishing to restore England to her old pre-Reformation faith. Part of this subversion and sedition was entirely fabricated â merely a trick â designed as a weapon of terror with which to seize some ephemeral personal advantage in the fevered political posturing within the royal court and Parliament.
Some died pitifully on the scaffold or were ruined as a result of the communal hysteria triggered by at least one of these fictitious conspiracies. Sensational revelations piled up, one on top of another, to unsettle or disrupt both the corporate body politic and public confidence, particularly among the population of London. No sooner was âone sham discovered, but a new one [was] contrived to sham that', one polemicist declared artlessly.
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Those who revealed these so-called plots were the lowest dregs of society â informers who were prepared âto swallow oaths with as nimble convenience as Hocus
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does . . . and ready to spew them up again to murder the innocent'.
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Their motivation or objectives were sometimes difficult to discern accurately, âfor here you have him and there you will have him . . . [but] you [only]
hug a cloud and embrace a shadow'.
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Much of this turmoil was fomented in the new political clubs that were the harbingers of today's political party system in Britain. These met noisily in hostelries, coffee houses or private homes throughout London; one of the earliest (whose eighty members nurtured resilient republican beliefs) was founded by Major John Wildman and met at his Nonsuch House tavern in Bow Street, off Covent Garden, after 1658.
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The mercurial and devious Buckingham was a patron of Wildman, who hailed him as âthe wisest statesman in England'.
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Catholics met at the White House nearby in the Strand or at the Pheasant in Fuller's Rents, north of King's Bench Walk in the precincts of the Inner Temple. The latter institution became notorious for some of its members' alleged proclivity for sodomy. Buckingham's supporters had their own club whose headquarters were at the Nag's Head in Cheapside in the City of London, often frequented by visiting Baptist dissenters from the west of England and Scottish Presbyterians.
Although he despised him gready, Thomas Blood patronised the political club run by Sir William Waller,
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that âmidnight magistrate' wickedly satirised by John Dryden in 1682
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who was a passionate pursuer of fugitive Catholic seminary priests and whose greatest delight came from his pastime of publicly burning confiscated Catholic books and vestments. His club met regularly at the newly built St James's marketplace, between Haymarket and Piccadilly, possibly in the tavern called the Old Man's Head, located underneath the market house.
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One of the most powerful cliques was the radical Green Ribbon Club, chaired by the opposition MP Sir Robert Peyton, another of Buckingham's republican associates, who had been removed as a magistrate from the Middlesex Bench in 1676 for distributing seditious literature. In October the following year, Blood exposed a plot by âPeyton and his gang' who had allied themselves with the Fifth Monarchists and the atheists in an attempt to overthrow the government and seize power. They planned that, initially at least, Richard Cromwell (third son of the Lord Protector, who succeeded him in that title for just nine months) would be appointed nominal
ruler of the three kingdoms in the event of their coup succeeding.
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The king and the Duke of York were to be murdered at Newmarket or in London by Peyton and eleven accomplices while others simultaneously captured the Tower of London. According to Williamson's notes of the information received from Blood, the group were strong opponents of the Anglo-French alliance and were aggrieved at the continuing diminution of English liberty. They also sought to impose even more punitive measures against Catholics. The spymaster believed the conspirators were
near something, not sure how soon.
Talk of the Tower, therefore look secretly to it . . . The guards to be well looked to.
Have sent into Buckinghamshire, Berkshire and Bedfordshire to get their friends to a head.
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The MP was twice interrogated but eventually dismissed without charge. However, his colleagues in the Green Ribbon Club thought him far too dangerous a figure to continue as a member, so he was promptly dismissed as chairman and his membership terminated.
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Blood's investigations of this conspiracy must have continued, for in early January 1678 Williamson wrote to Archbishop Michael Boyle, lord chancellor of Ireland, about a Dublin legal case concerning Blood's interests on which he was about to adjudicate. The king had commanded that the colonel should be detained in England âon his particular service and by his command' and Williamson earnestly requested that his enforced absence from Ireland should not prejudice his case.
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One of those implicated in the Peyton plot was Blood's old comrade William Smith, whom he now interrogated. He told the Duke of York:
He has been concerned in most conspiracies that have been these fourteen years. He was with me in the business of Ormond and the business miscarried because he . . . did not follow him . . .
Then, though he was not one of the fighting party at the taking of the crown, he was employed by me as a scout and has often boasted of it.
He was not one of those that went with me to the rescue of Mason but, I suppose, was one that drudged about getting our horses and tack ready . . . and that he also boasted of.
When all my party accepted the king's pardon, he did not, being a Fifth Monarchy person but a wet one.
Smith had been involved in new plots âcontriving to assassinate persons and to surprise others' and had been sent to Westminster to spy for ten days. Blood promised to make him âacknowledge' his role and help âunravel the whole game . . . which, by reason of the preservation of my spies, we cannot go in a direct line to, but [should] sail with a side wind'.
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Smith was discharged from prison on 5 August.
More than a year earlier, one of Buckingham's creatures, the spy Henry North, had revealed another conspiracy against Charles II, this time involving âdiverse eminent persons'. Following the pattern of other informers, government or private, who had fallen on hard times, North had taken to the road to eke out a precarious living from preying on unwary travellers. After his arrest, he had been condemned to be hanged for highway robbery near Sleaford in Lincolnshire. Now he had decided to make a clean breast of what he knew, as âa sincere and candid demonstration of a Christian who shall write nothing in this dying hour but what he knows to be truth'.
North was a very frightened man, terrified, not only by the prospect of dying on the scaffold, but by his rashness in making disclosures involving personages of great power and influence. In a rambling and sometimes incomprehensible two-page letter, he admitted to the king that he had been employed by Buckingham âin a troublesome concern which I would cheerfully have performed to the utmost of my power. I sometimes spoke in his presence and understood some of his discontents.' Then his words grew yet more opaque:
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am able to demonstrate to the Duke of Buckingham, who, I persuade myself, will now believe me, of the fallacy and fraud of such as were instrumental to abuse his heroic soul with notions discrepant to his own judgment and interest, which with great zeal, I have heard him express in reference to your majesty and all your well-wishers.
Frustratingly, he skirted around the great truth he wished to impart, dropping several obscure hints about what must have been Buckingham's continuing treachery. North had long desired to tell Charles âa secret' and had âapplied to Mr Blood about it but was advised not to trust any person'.
He added, in a bizarre emblematic reference to the depth and complexity of the conspiracy: âThe head of [the river] Nile with all his rivulets is not easily discovered.' Then there was this final cryptic statement, tinted with just a touch of anguish: âI might have understood much more than I do and I wish had never understood anything thereof.'
Unfortunately he was executed before Williamson could discover anything more of his revelations. His letter had been delayed in the post.
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