CHAPTER III

THE FLIGHT AND CAPTURE

Prominent among the many commonplaces current among men is the one that

"truth is stranger than fiction," and the other that Life, in building

up her dreams, employs "situations" which the boldest playwright would

hesitate to present upon the stage. Yet the lines that Life lays down

for her productions are, in the main, closely followed by those who are

ranked as among the world's greatest dramatists. She, like them, leads

up to a climax by a mass of incidents that may severally be trivial,

but combine together with tremendous weight; she follows farce with

tragedy, and lightens tragedy with comedy; she brings her heroes in

touch with clowns, her lovers with old women and comic countrymen--and

in the complexities of her plots mingles them together so bewilderingly

that the wonder and interest of the audience are kept vigorously alive

until the curtain's fall.

So in this sordid Windsor tragedy she introduces between the first

and third acts a second, where the tension is relaxed and the milder

interest of Romance appears.

* * * * *

It was not the purpose of the murderer to remain near the scene,

or even in the country, of his crime:--he was a shrewd as well as

merciless villain, and he turned his face towards Sydney, evidently

with the intention of taking a steamer then about to sail for San

Francisco, and sinking his identity in the vast areas and amid the

swarming millions of the United States.

Nemesis accompanied him, but in the disguise of Cupid. On the coastwise

steamer by which he traveled to Sydney was a young woman by the name of

Rounsfell, who was returning to her home in the interior of New South

Wales from a visit to her brother near the border-line between Victoria

and South Australia. She was about eighteen years of age, and from an

interview I later had with her I estimated her as an attractive and

modest girl, not strikingly intellectual, but of kindly disposition and

affectionate nature. To her the fugitive, introducing himself by his

latest-assumed name, paid regardful court, and relieved the tedium of

the voyage by devoted attentions; and when the boat arrived at Sydney,

where she was to remain a few days, he escorted her to one hotel and

saw to her satisfactory accommodation, while he himself, with admirable

delicacy, took up quarters at another. During her stay he continued his

attentions with equal respect and assiduity; his attitude, as she told

me afterward, was more like that of an elder brother than a lover--this

attitude being confirmed by judicious advice and counsel, and even

by moral admonition:--as when he gently chided her for her confessed

fondness for dancing, sagely implying that he regarded this form of

amusement as one of the most insidious wiles of the Adversary.

It was at Coogee, on the shores of the beautiful harbor of Sydney, that

this chaste and improving courtship culminated in his asking her to

marry him. He was a man of wealth, he told her, a mining engineer by

profession, and with several lucrative positions in Australia at the

moment waiting upon his selection. To these practical considerations he

added the plea of his devotion. He had "lately lost his wife" (delicate

euphemism!) he said, and stirred her sympathies by eloquent and

tearful descriptions of the lonely and unsatisfactory life he led in

consequence of this bereavement--the hollowness of which life he felt

more acutely than ever now that she had crossed his path. She was, as

I have said, a tender-hearted girl, and what more natural than that

she should willingly incline her ear to words which every woman loves

to hear?--the more so when they were uttered by a man whose history

indicates him to have inherited all the persuasiveness of the original

Serpent in dealings with the sex, and who, as my interview with him in

the condemned cell caused me to remark, possessed one of the sweetest

and most sympathetic voices I ever heard in human throat.

It would be no discredit to Miss Rounsfell if she had accepted him then

and there; but it speaks well for her prudence and self-command that

she asked for delay in giving her answer until she could lay the matter

before her parents. To this he promptly assented, adding the suggestion

that he should accompany her to her home, and give her friends an

opportunity to become acquainted with him. This plan was carried out,

and the successful conquest of the daughter was completed by the

capitulation of the family; the engagement was formally announced, and

the joyful contract sealed by the installation upon the hand of the

_fiancée_ of the costly diamond ring so lately worn by the woman whose

mutilated body was at the moment mouldering under the hearth-stone at

Windsor.

* * * * *

The ecstasy of the betrothal inspired a consideration of ways and means

to hasten the wedding. The ardent lover pleaded for the celebration

of the nuptials without further ado; but his more prudent mistress

urged the possession of a home, and definite employment as surety of

maintaining it. This point conceded, the question arose as to what

particular section of the Colonies seemed to offer the most attractive

opportunities. The bride-elect objected to New South Wales as being

too near home (she had always been a home-body, and wished to see

the world); Victoria, also, was not to her taste for some other

feminine but conclusive reason; Western Australia had just begun to

come into notice as likely to become one of the world's greatest

gold-producers--there, it seemed to her, was the land of promise for a

young and experienced mining-engineer.

This opinion prevailed, and the fugitive, abandoning any idea he may

have had of escaping to America, set out for the new El Dorado; and in

a few weeks his _fiancée_ was cheered by a letter giving news of his

arrival at Southern Cross--a mining-camp some hundred and fifty miles

in the interior--where he had secured the post of manager for a company

which owned a rich deposit, and where he was already preparing for her

coming. Thus some weeks passed, until another letter came informing

her that a house had been secured and fitted up for her, and enclosing

sufficient funds for her journey. She replied, fixing the date of

her departure from Sydney, and on the day appointed took train for

Melbourne, intending to continue thence to Albany by sea.

Arriving at Melbourne the following morning--where by chance she took

a room in the same "Coffee Palace" to which her prospective bridegroom

had resorted upon his arrival from England--she despatched a note to a

young man who was a long-time friend of her family, and when he called

in the evening went out with him for a stroll through the city. As they

passed the office of _The Age_ newspaper on Collins street, they saw an

excited crowd surrounding the bulletin-board, and crossed the roadway

to read the announcement that it bore. As her eyes rested upon it, Miss

Rounsfell gave a piercing shriek, and fell senseless upon the ground.

The announcement upon the board was this:

"BARON SWANSTON, THE WINDSOR MURDERER, ARRESTED AT SOUTHERN CROSS."

Taken to her hotel and revived with difficulty, she told her

sensational story, with which the newspapers of the whole country were

filled next day; then, broken and trembling, she returned to her home,

there to remain until summoned again to Melbourne to give her testimony

at the trial which took place a month later.

Most strangely had it happened that by her unwitting influence the

criminal career of Frederick Bailey Deeming had been brought to an end.

Had she consented to live, after her anticipated marriage, in New South

Wales or Victoria, he might never have been apprehended. In these two

colonies--except for the seeming impossibility of the murdered body

being discovered--he might have come and gone without suspicion; his

only peril being the almost negligible one that some associate of his

voyage from England, or one of the very few persons in Melbourne who

had seen him with his former wife, might encounter him and inquire

as to his changed name and partner:--but the extrication of himself

from such an entanglement would have been merely a stimulating mental

exercise to Deeming, whose record, as searched after his latest crime

was known and the hue-and-cry was on his trail, shows him to have been

a most accomplished swindler, and a man of singular address in all

forms of deceit.

In these comparatively populous sections, too, the free and wide

circulation of newspapers would have brought immediate warning, by

announcement of the discovery of the Windsor murder, of the danger he

was in, and thus have aided his escape; for it was not until several

days after the body was found that its identity was revealed, and many

more before any clue was found to Deeming's whereabouts. With railways

extending to ports in New South Wales, Victoria, South Australia and

Queensland, his opportunities for quitting the country quickly and

secretly were numerous; and once away before the search for him had

even been started, the chance of capturing him would have been poor

indeed.

In Western Australia, whither Miss Rounsfell had been innocently

instrumental in sending him, the situation was entirely different.

No railways connect the colony with the others, and ingress and

egress are alike possible only by sea. Moreover, being the latest of

the Colonies in which the old English system of penal-transportation

was abolished, and still harboring many of the former subjects of

that _régime_, Western Australia at this time maintained through its

police a close system of espionage over all who arrived or departed

by the few seaports of the district. Thus did the murderer walk into

a _cul-de-sac_; and when the pursuit (by an extraordinarily sagacious

piece of deductive work on the part of the Melbourne detectives, which

it would interfere with the purpose of this narrative to describe)

reached Albany, the officers, armed with warrants for his arrest

and learning from the local police records that a man such as they

described had "gone up country" and had not returned, had only to

endure the tedious desert journey to Frazer's gold-mines at Southern

Cross, and apprehend him in the very house he had prepared for his

awaited bride.

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