The Murder in Half Moon Yard

In late July 1882, the peace of a warm afternoon in Kings Lynn, Norfolk was violently disturbed by screams of, “Murder.”  Just before 3 pm Harriet Fox, who had been living in a two room dwelling in Half Moon Yard with fisherman Park Twaits, threw open the window and called to Martha Backham in the yard below, “Oh Martha, I’m murdered.”  Seeing blood streaming from Harriet's head, Martha ran for help, while Mrs. Mary Ann Ward, who lived next door, ran into the house, and got to the foot of the stairs just as Miss Fox fell headlong to the bottom.  Taking her into her arms she carried Harriet into the yard, laying her down on the stones.  As she did so, the dying woman repeated the words, "I am murdered," and then became unconscious.  Meanwhile other neighbours crowded into the house, and, hearing groans in the room above, some of them also ran for the police.

Superintendent George Ware of the Lynn Police force, my great grandfather, was nearby at the Dock Police station so he responded immediately to Martha’s request for help.  Closely followed by PC Laws he ran to Half Moon Yard where he found Harriet Fox.  At the inquest he reported, “She was alive, but insensible, I noticed that she had a wound on the left side of the head near the ear and another on the left breast near the region of the heart.”  In the bedroom, the two policemen found evidence of a dreadful struggle.  According to the Illustrated Police News, “The bed was saturated with blood and the wall and floor were bespattered with it.”  Superintendent Ware found Park Twaits unconscious on the floor and in his hand was a large spring-backed knife, with the blade opened, and there was blood on it.  The knife, which was 10 inches long with a blade of 5 ½ inches, bore the name of “J. Irwin" on the handle.  Twaits had a large wound just above the region of the heart and he died about five minutes afterwards.  Mr Barrington, a surgeon arrived shortly, but despite his efforts, Harriet died within ten minutes.

Half Moon Yard was in the heart of the North End of Kings Lynn, a close-knit fishing community of poor, hard-working families, but this particular yard was considered one of the lowest localities in the town.  Twaits' house, which was a wretched hovel at the bottom of the yard, contained two rooms, the furniture in the lower one consisting chiefly of two old chairs and a table, whilst in the bedroom there was a dilapidated French bedstead, a chair, a woman's dress or two, and some seafaring clothing.

Park Twaits was from a very old fishing family in Lynn and he was the owner-skipper of the Wave, used for mussel fishing. He had married and had two sons but had abandoned his family. Despite owning his own boat he was well known to the police, having been taken to court on 16 occasions. At the age of 48, he was about 5 foot 10 inches in height, powerfully built, and weighed about 15 stone. He wore whiskers around the chin and face, and had plenty of thick brown hair. Over a period of 10 years he appeared before the Lynn magistrates for being drunk and disorderly, for using abusive language, for several cases of assault and for neglecting to maintain his wife.

Twaits was a jealous man who had become passionately in love with Harriet.  They lived together for almost 12 years but there were frequent quarrels between them and these led to blows and other acts of violence on his part.  Neighbours stated that disputes between the two were so constant that they looked upon them as "a matter of custom.”  Journalists discovered that on one occasion the woman was seen covered with blood as a result of an attack by Twaits, who was a man of ungovernable temper, and had, for some time past, been the terror of the neighbourhood. “He had often been heard to utter his intention to "do for" Fox, and, in the course of their quarrels, he repeated these threats to her.”

Their relationship worsened when Harriet took a job as servant at the Horse and Groom public-house, with board and lodging and became acquainted with another man, John Altham. She still was friendly with Twaits, continuing to sleep regularly with him. His jealousy, however, was aroused by her familiarity with Altham, especially when he heard she was about to marry his rival.  Caroline Kirby, wife of the landlord of the Horse and Groom, stated at the inquest, which was held in the Dock Tavern, that, “I knew that Harriet Fox was going to marry a young man named John Altham, who has left the town. He left because he said his life was in danger. He now lives in Suffolk, where he is working on the line.  I have heard quarrels between Harriet and Twaits about her having left him and gone with Altham, and I have heard him threaten her, and he told me he would buy a revolver and shoot her rather than she should marry. The last time I heard him threaten her was a month last Sunday.”

Harriet had been so worried that she had called on Superintendent Ware in his own home to ask for his protection, but as the policeman was not there, Twaits “wheedled" her round again.  Twaits had recently borrowed the knife, with which the deadly wounds were inflicted, from John Irwin, ostler, telling him that wanted it to cut a piece out of a sail. 

The post mortem examination conducted by Mr Barrington and Dr John Lowe established that Park Waite’s wounds were self-inflicted.  The jury were convinced that Harriet Fox was a victim of wilful murder by Park Twaits.  They were directed by the Coroner to consider whether Twaits could have been of sound mind to commit such a foul dead and their decision was that he took his own life while suffering from temporary insanity.

Mrs. Kirby, opened a subscription list, which enabled her to, “give the dead woman a decent burial,” and Twaits was buried at the expense of a brother and sister.  The funeral took place two days after the inquest. The coffin containing the corpse of the woman was borne to the grave on a bier carried shoulder high by fishermen. It was covered with a pall, on which were laid wreaths of bright flowers. A small train of her friends followed, and then came the hearse containing the coffin of Park Twaits.  Several hundred people watched the procession, and a large crowd followed it into the Cemetery.  Anticipating this, Superintendent Ware had posted policemen to prevent crushing at the cemetery chapel. The plates on the lids of the coffins bore the text—"The spirit shall return unto God who gave it," and the words "Park T. Twaits, died 20th July, 1882, aged 46 years, Harriet Fox, died 20th July, 1882, aged 41 years."

The Mysterious Drowning of Madam Edith Bockel and her children

On a sunny August day in 1895 a body of a young boy was discovered in the Willabroeck canal in Neder-Over-Heembeck near Brussels.  But why was this sad story reported in such great detail in, “The Bury and Norwich Post?”  Of what interest could it be to the average East Anglian reader?

At first the identity of the boy was unknown but when, on the following two days, a young girl and then a woman were also found drowned in the same location, they were linked to a family who had disappeared from a local hotel a few days earlier.  The manager of the Hotel de la Marine believed they matched the appearance of a lady who had checked into the hotel, with her children, as Marie Louise Weilers from Richmond in England.  But this person was untraceable so evidence from her clothing was investigated.  On the band of her bodice could be read, “Miss Jor...costumier..Lynn,” and her shoes were labelled, “H. R. Powell, 32, St James’s Street, Kings Lynn.”

Help was sought from the Kings Lynn police force.  Immediately Chief Constable George Ware, never one to delegate active police investigations, travelled to Belgium.  He discovered that although the drowned woman had checked in as Marie Weilers, she had left in her hotel room, a notebook and a hat bearing the name Maria Bockel.  This gave him her true identity.  Madame Bockel, age 36, was the widow of Frédéric Bockel, a Belgian national but she had been born Edith Helen Harrison in Downham, Cambridgeshire.  Her children were Marie Jeanne Bockel age 12 and Frédéric Bockel age 4.  After her marriage to Frédéric Bockel senior, Edith had moved with him to Brussels where he was manager of the public baths at 67 Boulevard Hanspeck.  Sadly, while Edith was pregnant with young Frédéric in 1890, her husband died.  At first she remained in Brussels but understandably, after three years, Edith returned to her family in Kings Lynn.  There her father John Harrison was a successful butcher, having previously been a London cattle salesman.

What was unclear was why Madame Bockel had returned to Brussels and why she wished to remain incognito.  George Ware needed to ascertain whether this was a case of suicide, accident or murder.  He discovered that in her pocket a new purse, purchased locally, had been found.  It bore the stamp of Magasin Lepoint.  Madame Lepoint believed that the deceased had been accompanied by a man and that she had made several purchases.  She remembered that they were either English or American.  This tied in with the discovery of a man’s waistcoat in the canal but no other body was found.

 

The newspaper account gives considerable detail of Edith’s clothing.  “Her stockings were black and the garters were of silk elastic, pink in colour.  Her gloves were of black merino with four mother-of-pearl buttons.”  She had a handkerchief embroidered with the letter B and wore a plain gold wedding ring.  On her dress was a silver brooch of a dove and there were three small keys in her pocket.  Her daughter wore a bracelet with three hearts attached, her fair hair was tied with white ribbon and her dress was grey with a lace collar.

The local police believed that the family had sailed to Belgium on the steamer, “City of London,” but they were unable to trace the vessel.  Edith had told her parents that she was taking the children to meet relatives and that she needed to speak to her husband’s executors.  She seemed to be, “in excellent spirits,” and a letter she wrote to them, “showed no signs of despondency.”  Although in receipt of £200 per year she was known to have money concerns.  Despite this fact her family did not believe that she would have taken her own life.

Chief Constable Ware, my great grandfather, had a history of successfully solved crimes during his time in Kings Lynn; since his appointment, at the age of 26, as Superintendent of police and also previously as a Police Inspector in Leeds.

  

So George was determined to find out what had happened to the tragic family.  He was surprised to discover that Edith had not made contact with any of her many friends and relatives in Brussels. Madame Heder, who described herself as the “bosom friend” of Madame Bockel could not believe that the family would visit Brussels without staying with her.  George enlisted the help of the village schoolmistress to examine the badly decomposed bodies.  This brave woman was able to confirm that the clothing of Madame Bockel and her daughter had not been disarranged or interfered with.  Before leaving the hotel on the eventful day Edith had placed an empty purse, the leather wristlet she normally wore and her gold watch in a drawer but there was no sign of twenty five City of Antwerp Corporation Bonds or £10 in gold which she kept in a handbag.  Perhaps it lies still at the bottom of the canal.

Despite his conviction that Edith and her children were the victims of foul play, this could not be substantiated.  Although she had strayed from the respectable, scenic area of the town into an industrial canal side where tramps lurked, no screams had been heard and the victims were uninjured.  The Belgian police believed that, “down and outs,” might have obtained Edith’s bag after she and the children accidentally fell into the canal, so they continued their endeavours to find three tramps already wanted for attacking a carriage in the vicinity, a few days earlier.

The bulletin from the Belgian police, in which it was said that Madame Bockel had checked into the hotel as Marie Elise Weilers, disappeared and the hotel waiter who booked her in, “may have been labouring under a misapprehension.”  Miss Laura Harrison, Edith’s sister, who had also arrived in Brussels, said that Madame Bockel had gone to collect interest on railway and other stocks that she held but no trace of these was found.  Laura gave more useful evidence which was reported in “The North Eastern Gazette” on Wednesday August 7^th.  Apparently five years earlier Frédéric Bockel senior, being unwell, had sold the Public Baths which he managed.  One night, the couple retired to bed but when Edith woke, she found her husband dead by her side.  The shock caused her paralysis from which she gradually recovered.  Had the paralysis returned when she went back to Brussels or did her son, who, according to Laura, was very “frolicsome”, slip into the canal so that his mother and sister had to attempt a rescue?

More was revealed in “The Rotherham Independent.”  We learn that Frédéric Bockel met Edith Harrison while he was a porter in a Belgian hotel.  At the time Edith was a travelling companion to an English family.  After his death Frédéric left her 13000 Francs and life interest on a further amount, Monsieur Bockel’s close friend M. Beckers, who was appointed guardian to Frédéric’s children, expressed the view that Madame Bockel had also gone to Belgian for a medical consultation since she believed that she was suffering from cancer.

On his return to England on 16^th August, George Ware gave an interview to the press which was reported in “The Morning Post”.  Although he had traced Edith’s movements from her departure from Kings Lynn on July 26^th to her arrival in Brussels the following day where she asked the cab driver to recommend a hotel, he was unable to reach a definite answer as to the cause of the three deaths.  They had left the Hotel de la Marine at 5.45 that evening and had not been seen again.  It would seem that Edith had a very small income and had gone to sell her Corporation Bonds.  In his words, “The incidents of that day remain an unsolved mystery.”

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