the debauched grandfather

On 4 July 1862, the maid at the prosperous Fleming household at Sandyford Place was brutally murdered.

image found here

The Sandyford Mystery had two unlikely suspects, a debauched grandfather and a sailor’s wife. Old James Fleming lived with the corpse for three days while his family summered at their coastal villa. When investigators eventually arrived, they found that Jessie McLachlan, a twenty-eight-year-old mother who was a friend of the maid and a former employee at the house, had left three bloody footprints behind.

Grandfather Kirk found here

Old Fleming, who at eighty-seven was a hunched and balding figure with sideburns and a hooked nose, was a rustic who had turned to textile manufacturing. His son had “intimate” ties to the chief investigator. While that must have augured well for the elder Fleming, who collected rents for his son and attended church twice the Sunday after the murder, he also had Scottish law on his side. Scots Law is perhaps most famous for its third courtroom verdict—besides “guilty” or “not guilty” a jury may declare “not proven” and set a suspect free.

knives seized in Scottish courts found here

Even if all parties to a murder shared equal guilt, a suspect turned prosecution witness was guaranteed total immunity. In the end, Old Fleming was made legally white as snow: once a prime suspect with blood spattered on his nightshirt, the old man became the Crown’s chief witness in the murder trial of the hapless Mrs. McLachlan.

Witness for the Prosecution found here

Dozens of witnesses testified; floorboards with a bloody footprint, ripped up as evidence, were displayed before a rapt audience of fashionable ladies, reporters and city officials. McLachlan sat stoical in her white straw bonnet with ribbons and veil, her hands tucked under a black woolen shawl.

black shawl found here

Adam Gifford, gowned and bewigged advocate-deputy for the Crown, said to the jury “It will be my duty to ask a verdict against the prisoner, “Is the prisoner guilty or is she not guilty? Not, had she confederates?” While Old Fleming was indeed under “the gravest possible suspicion,” a crime by multiple parties was not at issue. “If guilt be brought home to one, it will not be enough to say, ‘Somebody else had a share in it.’”

“Lawyer’s Wig” mushrooms found here

The jury took fifteen minutes to find McLachlan guilty. Although the verdict was dramatic enough, next came “one of the greatest sensations in Scottish legal history.” Lord Deas, a judge known as Lord Death for his willingness to hang, allowed McLachlan a final statement. She stood in the dock, lifted her veil, and requested to have it read. For the next forty minutes, her lawyer told her story “amid the breathless attention of the court.”

On the night of the murder, she had visited her friend Jess McPherson. She found Jess in the downstairs kitchen with a drunken Fleming. His whiskey jug had run dry. He asked McLachlan to replenish it at a local pub. When she returned, Jess was lying in her bedroom moaning. She had resisted the drunkard’s advances, and now she had cuts about her face and there was a “large quantity of blood on the floor.”

image found here

McLachlan begged to go for a doctor, but Fleming made her swear secrecy on a Bible. In return “he would make her comfortable all her life.” She again began to leave, but hearing a noise in the kitchen rushed back to see “the old man striking” the maid with a “meat chopper.” Fleming cornered her: “If you tell you know about her death you will be taken in for it as well as me.” Dawn had arrived, and before she left, Fleming gave her a few pounds of hush money and silverware to pawn. It was to look like a robbery.

image found here

Lord Deas was unmoved, his mind having not “a shadow of suspicion” about Old Fleming. He put on his black cap and sentenced McLachlan to hang, directing that until then she live on bread and water and asking that God have mercy on her soul.

McLachlan’s eleventh-hour account in the courtroom hit the presses and galvanized the nation. Fifty thousand Glaswegians signed a petition. Old Fleming was so harassed that he fled to the villa. His family moved away from the city. Finally, new evidence put the verdict in limbo “until further significance of Her Majesty’s pleasure.” The queen’s pleasure was to commute the death sentence. In the fall of 1862, Mrs. McLachlan walked through the gloomy gates of Her Majesty’s General Prison at Perth for a “life” imprisonment, which meant fifteen years in those days. She was released in 1877.

image found here

Published in: on November 24, 2011 at 7:35 am  Comments (48)  
Tags: , ,

The URI to TrackBack this entry is:

RSS feed for comments on this post.

48 CommentsLeave a comment

  1. Poor Mrs McLachlan. Those mushrooms are something else. I know I’ll be thinking about them even while I sleep.

    • I think they’re pretty

      • The mushrooms are gorgeous.

  2. His whiskey jug had run dry.


    I know that feeling.

    • Me too. But it’s usually the tub of gin that’s empty

  3. Another Fleming mystery!

    I’ve had to turn a few maids in my time too, nothing wrong with it.

    The King

    • What’s the trick then?

  4. How terrible for Mrs. McLachlan.

    PS: Love the picture of the cleaver

    • I wonder if it’s just for decorative purposes

  5. Poor maid…struck down by an 87 year old hunchback. Any chance of a Shawshank Redemption for Mrs McLachlan?

    • Oh the ignominy of it

  6. I enjoyed that!

    • Excellent! I aim to please

  7. Fifteen years? What I want to know is where the money went…? As they say here in America, it’s all about the Benjamins.

    • Never ask a Scotsman about his money

  8. Always best to hire a “clean up” crew.

    • Do you know a good one Carl?

  9. A delightful read, as always!

    And the picture of the ‘shawl’ really brought everything together quite nicely 🙂

    • It’s a lovely shot isn’t it?

  10. The good ol’ days …

    • …only for some

  11. Court verdicts are always assumed to be the final truth, but that story like many others only goes to show that a verdict is merely a considered opinion based on the available evidence at the time. I’m sure there are plenty of innocent people languishing in jail.

    • Not to mention the innocent people who have received the death penalty

  12. Back then, as today, justice is often on the side of the rich and powerful.

    • Money buys so much doesn’t it?

  13. Reminds me of the Occupy Movement – the 1% and the 99% – in the legal realm.
    Plus ça change, plus c’est la même chose…

    • It’s still all about wealth isn’t it?

  14. I’ve always understood “not proven” to mean “you’re guilty but we just can’t prove it”.

    • Yes, I believe that is the meaning

  15. I remember a bunch of advertising of the Scotch with the dogs. Don’t see that much anymore.

    • I love those little dogs. Highland Terriers aren’t they?

  16. So much for justice. Humans are so absurd.

    • Absurd, cruel, heartless, ridiculous…. but we have our good points too.

  17. I don’t think I could handle being a judge / lawyer etc…

    • Is it the years of study or the stress of the job that puts you off?

      • Definitely the stress of the job…
        (I don’t mind studying if I know it will go to good use in the end)!

  18. It’s unfortunate there isn’t more justice in the justice system.

    • What Elisabeth (above) said…..

  19. God, what a story. I’ll just let the old codger kill my friend in return for a few bucks….I can’t decide who is worse.

    • I think she was probably terribly frightened and intimidated by him.

  20. As a Scot, I am sitting here cringing at my violent society. Only yesterday a young man was stabbed in the street in the early hours of the morning – seemingly by a complete stranger

    • Ah it happens all over the world, including here in Sydney

      • And in large cities here across the U.S., sadly.

  21. Hunched, balding and hooked nosed. Keeps reminding me of the coughing man on the Hacks wrapper.

    • I had to google him – you’re right!

  22. BTW did you notice what large hands the lady in the shawl has?

    • Not until you pointed it out 😉

  23. So that is what happened to old man Fleming!

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: