And that brings me on to memories of school when I had in my study a scum called Blakely. I never liked him. He had a pasty round face and floppy black hair. All the same he was admired by some of the older boys who called on him from time to time for sexual services. Some years later I met him in the Eight Bells in Chelsea. He was full of himself. "I'm in terrible trouble," he said with glee. "Women!" I expressed my surprise. A few weeks later he was shot dead by his ex-mistress, Ruth Ellis. She was the last woman to be hanged in England and has become famous for this rather negative act.
But Bates' crime was committed when people were frequently left dangling from the end of a rope as an example to others. It did not make much difference to the murderers but it took much of the excitement out of murder trials and worthy of less newsprint.
And wretches hang that jurymen must dine.... Not any more, Pope.
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