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Let Us Praise Mr. John Impey of the Inner Temple
Thereβs a saying about the past; itβs another country and they do things
differently there. That means that authors and amateur historians all owe debts
of gratitude to those brave souls who penned the travel guides.
This becomes really clear when youβre researching the law and policing.
Before 1828, England did not have a professional police force administered by
the government. In fact, the ruling elite actively resisted the creation of any
such institution. They insisted it would be an infringement on the traditional
freedoms of Englishmen. As an example, they pointed to Napoleon and his secret
police (who were, to be fair, really bad).
This freewheeling attitude created a lot of headaches back in the day. It
created more than a few for me as I was trying to do my research for the
Rosalind Thorne mysteries.
In 1817, when my books,
A
USEFUL WOMAN and
A
PURELY PRIVATE MATTER take place, London was on its way to becoming the
biggest, and wealthiest, city in the Western World. Despite this, crime
prevention and investigation was performed by a really loose patchwork of
institutions. In fact to call it a patchwork is an insult to patchwork, which is
beautiful, artistic, economical and holds together really well.
Under the English non-system, who was responsible for what depended not only on
the type of crime, but on where the crime happened. Hereβs just a few of the
possibilities:
Crimes on the roads to and from London, for instance, were handled by the
Highway and Horse Patrols (if Parliament felt like funding them in any given year).
Smuggling and theft from ships on the Thames was handled by the River Police.
General security of the streets (such as it was) was the province of the
underpaid, understaffed and distinctly amateur City Watch (night and day varieties).
βConstablesβ were anybody who could be hired by private individuals or the
magistrates courts and had duties closer to a body guardβs than a policemanβs.
How about theft? Well. Unless it was on the Kingβs Highway, or the Thames, the
individual citizen was kind of on his own. If, for example, your shop got
robbed, you had to advertise for the return of the property (and people did,
usually offering a reward, or stating βno questions askedβ). You could hire
someone to try to track it, and the criminal down. This gave rise to the
profession of the βthief-takerβ and all its notorious corruption. Which included
thief-takers doing things like robbing places themselves and then turning the
goods back in for the reward.
Debt was a huge issue, and forgery was a hanging offense, but prosecution for
either had to arise from private complaints to the magistrates and it had an
entire separate court and jail system (and donβt get me started on the concept
of the βspongeing house,β which is a whole βnother post).
Things were different in Scotland.
Things were
really different in Ireland.
This tangle left me feeling like I was going to have to recourse to my fainting
couch and smelling salts. I was saved by a most unlikely hero, one Mr. John
Impey of the Inner Temple.
Mr. Impeyβs Wikipedia page (of course he has one) is short. This is kind of
ironic, because although little was written about him, Impey himself wrote a lot
β opinions, histories, and articles. In addition, Impey is the guy who literally
wrote the book on the Georgian legal system. Actually, he wrote several books.
One of them was
The Practice of the Office of the Coroner (not
itβs full title, which takes up pretty much a whole page, and would be a blog
post in and of itself). I found my copy on Google Play Books.
Office of the Coroner is not a light read. But for the history geek, or
a historical writer, itβs not just a roadmap, it's an atlas. The very through
and dedicated Mr. Impey covers the history of the office and the types of
coroner, who can be a coroner, and how they are selected, and paid. Thereβs
stuff on how a jury is selected, sworn in and how they should discharge their
duties. Thereβre also sections on what constitutes corruption in a coroner (!),
and what kinds of deaths they should investigate, and (oh, bless your pedantic
quill, Mr. Impey!) how the investigations should be carried out.
Impey also explains why the office of the Coroner exists at all, and why murder
is treated differently fromβ¦pretty much every other crime.
In the early part of the nineteenth century, most criminal activity was
considered as some sort of threat to private property. That meant, according to
the thinking of the time, the private individual affected should decide what to
do about it. Violence toward another person, though, was a breach of the Kingβs
Peace. This made it an offense against the Crown, and so it was the legitimate
business of the Kingβs government to find and punish the malefactor.
So, itβs in the Coronerβs office we find the roots of what weβd recognize as the
modern criminal justice system, pretty much from soup to nuts. The Coroner was
supposed to visit the scene of the crime, find and interview witnesses to the
crime, inspect the corpse, swear in a jury, hear and record all the evidence,
and get an official verdict. He could hire all the help he needed for this,
including officers from Bow Street or another police office. He was, in short, a
one-man homicide squad.
The system also provided a lovely, and rare high road through the dark woods of
Regency-era criminal law.
So, my thanks, Mr. Impey, wherever you are, for clearing the way and leaving the
lantern burning. A glass of wine with you, Sir.
Rosalind
Thorne
The Rosalind Thorne Mysteriesβinspired by the novels of Jane
Austenβcontinue as the audacious Rosalind strives to aid those in need while
navigating the halls of high societyβ¦
Rosalind Thorne has slowly but assuredly gained a reputation as βa useful
womanββby helping respectable women out of some less-than-respectable
predicaments.
Her latest endeavor is a tragedy waiting to happen. Desperate Margaretta
Seymore is with childβand her husband is receiving poisoned pen letters that
imply that her condition is the result of an affair with the notorious actor
Fletcher Cavendish. Margaretta asks Rosalind to find out who is behind the
scurrilous letters. But before she can make any progress, Cavendish is found
dead, stabbed through the heart.
Suddenly, Rosalind is plunged into the middle of one of the most sensational
murder trials London has ever seen, and her clientβs husband is the prime
suspect. With the help of the charming Bow Street runner Adam Harkness, she must
drop the curtain on this fatal drama before any more lives are ruined.
Mystery Historical
[Berkley Prime Crime, On Sale: May 2, 2017, Trade
Paperback / e-Book, ISBN: 9780425282380 / eISBN: 9780698404298]
A longtime resident of the Great Lakes State, Darcie Wilde writes her
sizzling-hot romances in Ann Arbor, Michigan. When not actually writing, she
lives out her own happily-ever-afters with her husband of fifteen years, one
rapidly growing son, one cat, and one writerβs group of infinite patience.
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