The life, travels, exploits, frauds and robberies of Charles Speckman, alias Brown, who was executed at Tyburn on Wednesday 23d of November, 1763 — John Shaqi
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 now thought of amusing myself in the country; accordingly set out
for Bath, Bristol, &c. in the first of these cities I took a room
for myself in a widow-gentlewoman’s house, who kept a shop in the
drapery way; she had a daughter, a neat, pretty, genteel girl, whom
I courted more for the sake of being free with her, than any real
love; then the mother began to trust me, and place great confidence
in me, upon her daughter’s account, which continued to the mutual
satisfaction of us all, till I found an opportunity to make off with
between twenty-five and thirty pounds-worth of goods, taken out of
the shop, and retired to Bristol, where I dealt a little among the
milliners: returned for London, but being taken ill on my journey
thither, I stopt two or three days at the Castle at Marlborough,
where I observed a great quantity of plate, and other things of
value lie very carelessly about, I only borrowed a silver tankard,
and six table spoons, to assist in defraying my expences on the
road: at Brentford I sold the tankard and spoons for five pounds ten
shillings, and stole two pair of silver paste buckles, proceeding
directly for London. I committed about fifty other robberies in the
small way, which, as being trifles, are not worthy of farther mention.
I have sometimes, for the sake of variety, gone to dyers and scourers
shops, in the character of a gentleman; on seeing none but a woman
there, I asked for my servant, who came there for my cloaths; being
told there had been none, then on asking if my cloaths were done,
(they not knowing but that I had some there) shewed me several
suits, clean, and not clean, but I never took a cleaned suit, always
pretending they should be wore once more before cleaned, desiring my
servant might be sent home as soon as ever he came; so tying them up
in a handkerchief, left the poor dyers and scourers to lament their
folly and precipitation. I used to serve the hatters in the same
manner, both in gold and silver laced hats, without being in the
least suspected.
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