The life, travels, exploits, frauds and robberies of Charles Speckman, alias Brown, who was executed at Tyburn on Wednesday 23d of November, 1763Speckman, Charles
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The life, travels, exploits, frauds and robberies of Charles Speckman, alias Brown, who was executed at Tyburn on Wednesday 23d of November, 1763
Speckman, Charles
Criminals -- England -- Biography; Speckman, Charles, -1763
I soon heard of a particular milliner’s shop at Charing-cross, Mrs.
Moore, where business might be done; agreeable to this information,
I hired a woman servant, sent her to Mrs. Moore’s, and desired
she would tell the milliner, I was lately come from abroad, and
wanted some shirts, neckcloths, and other things, to the amount of
eighty pounds, all of which were brought to me; but there being no
black neckcloths, I requested Mrs. Moore to go back for some, and
soon after sent the maid to desire her to bring two dozen; in this
interval, I made off into the country, and sold all, pretending to
be a dealer in lace myself. I came back to London in a few days,
and paid a visit to Mr. Snow, on Ludgate-hill as one just come from
Portsmouth, where I had landed from the West Indies; I desired him to
shew me some handsome rings, to shew to a young lady; as I told him,
he put up two that I had chosen, at six and seven guineas price; he
sent his boy with me to a tavern at Temple-bar, where on our arrival,
I sent the boy back for two rings, that his master had forgot; he
went very readily his way, and I also with my booty. I pawned these
rings to a certain man, F—— Pr——, near Covent-garden, for three
guineas and a half. I have pawned a great many things with this man,
that I am very certain he knew to be stolen; he always received every
thing from me without any hesitation, reluctance, or denial, although
he is a pretended honest man.
I then took my horse that I had standing by Covent-garden, and rid to
the George at Hounslow; where sitting over a pint of wine, I resolved
within myself that I would rob the first man I met. Going over the
heath, I met with one Mr. Simpson, a dealer in lace, as he told me;
him I robbed of fifteen pounds in money, and his silver watch; then I
pushed off for Henley on Thames, and meeting with the master of the
Crown inn in that town, I robbed him of a gold watch, and thirty-five
shillings; afterwards went to Henley, had a pint of wine, and then
returned to London. The very next night I went out again, and near
the turnpike by Battle-bridge wells, I robbed two post-chaises, one
of thirteen pounds, and the other of somewhat less; I came into town
directly, put up my horse as usual by Covent-garden, and refreshed
myself. I then fell ill, I believe from a fall from my horse; I
made application to a doctor, and soon got well. I paid a visit to
Vauxhall: going over Westminster-bridge, I robbed two gentlemen of
their watches, and thirty shillings in silver, which was all they
had, having left the remainder of their money with Mr. Tyre, at
Vauxhall. I made directly for Covent-garden, put up my horse, and lay
at a bagnio that night: I got up the next morning early, and set out
for the last Ascot-heath races, where I lost a good deal of money; in
short the chances run against me. In returning home, I was obliged to
leave my horse in pawn at Hounslow, being short of money.
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