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Inspector Walsh's Retirement

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Inspector Walsh's Retirement

Post by Karen on Sun 26 May 2013 - 22:20


Some dramatic stories of his detective experiences are related by Inspector Walsh, who retired from Scotland Yard, London, towards the end of April, after twenty-nine years' service.
Mr. Walsh narrates an incident which undoubtedly saved his life and those who were with him, including Superintendent Melville. It was immediately after the Ravachol Anarchist outrages in Paris. The proprietor of the Cafe Verry, in Paris, had given evidence against Ravachol, and in consequence, his restaurant was blown up, and two customers were killed and the owner injured. Two men were suspected, Mennier and Francois, and the English police were notified that they had escaped to England. Both were described as desperate men, and Francois had especially been determined in his statements that he would not be captured alive. The French police had informed their English confreres that he was a slight man in face and figure and gave the impression that he was not strong.
"Instead," said Mr. Walsh to a press representative, "he was a perfect Samson, one of the strongest men I ever put my hands upon. We found out that he was living in a street in Poplar, and four of us, including Mr. Melville and Mr. McIntyre, went down there. We knew the house, but were not desirous of approaching the house to let Francois know what we were about. As good luck would have it, the tenant of the house - Francois and his wife being lodgers - came out and I got chatting with him, finally going with him into the corner public-house, where the others were.
"There the landlord told us that Francois was a most peculiar man. Every time a knock came to the door he looked out of the window. He had taken the carpet off the stairs so that no one could go up quietly, and his room door only opened about a foot. It was evident we were going to have trouble, and in the end we planned that McIntyre and I should go up the stairs, while the others held the front and rear. McIntyre said, chaffingly, "Old chap, have another drink; it may be the last we shall have together," and we did, fortunately for me, have another drink.


"While we had delayed that little time Francois had ventured out; he went off with an oil-can, and though for a moment we thought we had lost him, it turned out alright. Two of us took the top and two the bottom of the street, and let him pass. Mr. Melville spoke to him in French when he was near his door, calling him M. Francois, and he replied at once. Then we had him, but the struggle that followed was one of the worst I ever was in.
"The four of us rolled in the gutter. It was a street with costers' stalls, and we knocked these over in our struggle, and I thought the man would get away through the sympathies of the crowd. We were at our wits' end till we said, "Don't meddle; he's Jack the Ripper," for it was about the time of those outrages. Well, then, we had no end of a job to save him from the crowd. He was the most muscular man I have ever arrested. Mennier was arrested by Mr. Melville single-handed at Victoria Station afterwards. He had a revolver in his possession.
"Francois' room was a sight to see. He told me in prison that he never meant to be arrested without costing twenty lives, and he had planned it all out. He had stripped the carpet from the stairs and arranged the bottom step so that it creaked. His bed was brought to the door so that it could only open a foot and a half. In line with it was a table with a loaded revolver and fifteen cartridges all laid out ready. He said he would have shot us one by one as we came up, jumped out of the window, and got away. He was a desperate man, and but for our short delay both McIntyre and myself would have unquestionably been shot."
In the twenty-nine years he had been in the force Mr. Walsh, who is a native of Mallow, County Cork, has seen great changes. He was first attached to the old Bow-street division, and was stationed in Seven Dials and Drury Lane. The whole quarter was full of burglars, coiners, blackmailers, and racing thieves. One notorious gang was called "The Forty Thieves," and was composed of young girls of from fourteen to eighteen, who enticed men in the Dials, where they could be leisurely robbed and, by means of their papers, afterwards be blackmailed.

Source: The New Zealand Herald, Saturday June 1, 1907, Page 2

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