Speaker 1: It was a chilly winter evening on the twentieth of
Speaker 1: February eighteen thirty eight, as the Alsop family were just
Speaker 1: getting ready for bed. The elderly mister and Missus Orsop
Speaker 1: lived with their three daughters on bar Binder Lane in
Speaker 1: old Ford, a small village clustered around the River Lee
Speaker 1: on the northeast outskirts of London. A man of above
Speaker 1: average means, mister Orsop's family cottage was larger than most
Speaker 1: in old Ford, protected by a high wall and front
Speaker 1: gate which was locked every night. Burglaries were not uncommon
Speaker 1: in the area, and footpads Highway robbers that operated on
Speaker 1: foot sometimes lurked on the quiet country lanes after dark,
Speaker 1: ready to pounce on unsuspecting travelers. With the notion of
Speaker 1: a professional police force only a fledgling idea at the time,
Speaker 1: country dwellers tended to stay at home after nightfall. Knights
Speaker 1: in the main were reassuringly quiet, save for the occasional
Speaker 1: hooting of an owl or scream of a fox. So
Speaker 1: it startled the whole family when the bell on their
Speaker 1: front gate began to jangle violently just after a quarter
Speaker 1: to nine Inside the cottage, eighteen year old Jane also
Speaker 1: looked uncertainly at her parents and two sisters, Sarah, the oldest,
Speaker 1: busy looking after their parents, insisted that Jane take care
Speaker 1: of it. Jane waited for a moment in the ensuing silence,
Speaker 1: hoping the caller might leave them alone. Then the bell
Speaker 1: rang out again, even louder, this time, throwing a shawl
Speaker 1: around her shoulders. Jane unbolted the door and stepped out
Speaker 1: into the misty night. From there, she could just make
Speaker 1: out the figure of a tall man standing outside their
Speaker 1: front gate in the lane. As she drew closer to him,
Speaker 1: she could see he was enveloped in a large cloak
Speaker 1: and wearing what appeared to be some sort of headgear.
Speaker 1: The man was exceptionally tall. Jane looked back to the
Speaker 1: cottage and then back to the man. Can I help you,
Speaker 1: she asked. I'm a policeman, said the man tersely. For
Speaker 1: God's sake, bring me a light. We've caught spring Hill
Speaker 1: Jack here in the lane. The name startled her. She
Speaker 1: knew of it well, but had thought it was merely
Speaker 1: an urban myth, all those tales of a ghostly figure
Speaker 1: said to be able to leap ten feet in the
Speaker 1: air that was supposedly terrorizing londoners. Just wait a moment,
Speaker 1: said Jane, feeling a shiver of fear as she hurried
Speaker 1: back to the cottage with trembling fingers. She gathered a
Speaker 1: candle holder and candle and raced back outside, where the
Speaker 1: man was still waiting for her by the gate. Hurriedly,
Speaker 1: Jane made her way down to the strangely tall man
Speaker 1: and handed over the candle, straining her neck for a
Speaker 1: glimpse of the fabled jack. But the man didn't run
Speaker 1: off to confront him as she expected. Instead, in one's
Speaker 1: swirling motion, he swept off his cloak and held the
Speaker 1: lighted candle in front of his chest. Jane let out
Speaker 1: a piercing, involuntary scream at the sight now revealed in
Speaker 1: the candle's flickering glow. The man's face was hideous, with
Speaker 1: eyes that seemed to blaze like burning coal. He wasn't
Speaker 1: wearing a hat, as she first thought, but some kind
Speaker 1: of peculiar helmet while underneath his cloak. She saw then
Speaker 1: that his body seemed to be encased in a strange,
Speaker 1: tightly fitting white oil skin garment, like a sailor might
Speaker 1: wear or slaughter house worker, perhaps, as Jane put it
Speaker 1: in her terrifying account that she gave to the local
Speaker 1: council the following day. The man then rushed toward her,
Speaker 1: spewing blue and white fire from his mouth right into
Speaker 1: her face. Before she could run away, he seized her
Speaker 1: by her dress and neck and pinned her head under
Speaker 1: one arm. Then he began viciously tearing at her clothes
Speaker 1: and hair, shrieking repeatedly in terror. Jane struggled in his grasp,
Speaker 1: and somehow she fought him off, managing to pull away.
Speaker 1: In that moment, she saw with unbridled horror that where
Speaker 1: the man's fingers should have been were long, sharp metal
Speaker 1: talons instead. The man or whatever he was, attempted to
Speaker 1: grab Jane again, tearing at the skirts of her dress
Speaker 1: as she bolted towards the front door. Just as she
Speaker 1: reached for the handle, the fiend caught up with her
Speaker 1: again on the doorstep. As she screamed for help, the
Speaker 1: man clawed at her again, pulling out several clumps of
Speaker 1: hair as he did so. Jane's two sisters, hearing her screams,
Speaker 1: rushed to the door to help, but Mary, the youngest,
Speaker 1: was too overcome with fright to do anything. Finally, Sarah,
Speaker 1: Jane's older sister, managed to drag her out of her
Speaker 1: assailant's clutches and back inside the cottage, slamming the door
Speaker 1: shut behind them. The sisters tumbled to the floor in
Speaker 1: a blind panic, while the attacker continued to beat on
Speaker 1: the door, so much so that they thought he might
Speaker 1: break it down. As Jane and Sarah screamed for the
Speaker 1: man to go away, the elderly mister and missus Alsop
Speaker 1: went upstairs to try and see what was happening. Seeing
Speaker 1: the terrifying look of the man from above, the pair
Speaker 1: wrenched open an upstairs window and shouted into the night
Speaker 1: for someone to help them. A quarter of a mile away,
Speaker 1: at the John Bull Public House, the orsops cries were
Speaker 1: heard by a group of men who set off immediately
Speaker 1: to investigate, but by the time they made it to
Speaker 1: the Orsop's cottage the attack appeared to be over. Inside
Speaker 1: the house, they found a deeply distressed Jane being tended
Speaker 1: to by her family. Her dress was torn to ribbons,
Speaker 1: her face, neck and shoulders covered in deep scratches, and
Speaker 1: several large clumps of hair had been pulled from her
Speaker 1: head spring hill Jack, it seemed, was not an urban myth.
Speaker 1: After You're listening to Unexplained and I'm Richard McLean Smith.
Speaker 1: Most countries and cultures have their own version of a
Speaker 1: bogey man, and pre Victorian Britain was no different. Many
Speaker 1: of them given the epithet of Jack. In rural British folklore,
Speaker 1: Jack in the Green, as it was sometimes called, was
Speaker 1: just one name for the nature sprites and mischief makers
Speaker 1: known as Puck or the green Man. In the Welsh borders,
Speaker 1: Jack o' kent was a legendary figure who'd supposedly once
Speaker 1: made a pact with the devil. At the turn of
Speaker 1: the nineteenth century in Britain, the Industrial Revolution and a
Speaker 1: new era of technological development was in full swing as
Speaker 1: people migrated from the country into the cities. These migrants
Speaker 1: brought their rural folklore and stories of the supernatural with them.
Speaker 1: As people attempted to make sense of the brave new
Speaker 1: world emerging around them, they casually populated it with strange
Speaker 1: phenomena and sinister figures. Around eighteen o three and eighteen
Speaker 1: o four, stories started to circulate of ghosts haunting the
Speaker 1: lonely lanes in the countryside. Around London. These pale figures,
Speaker 1: often clad in what appeared to be a white shroud,
Speaker 1: were said to stalk and attack lone pedestrians, especially women,
Speaker 1: after dark. In Hammersmith, on the western fringes of London,
Speaker 1: a ghostly figure was said to have assaulted a woman
Speaker 1: while she was walking past the chapel one winter evening.
Speaker 1: According to contemporary accounts, the specter grasped the woman in
Speaker 1: its arms, causing her to faint. The woman was said
Speaker 1: to have died from shock two days later. Two men
Speaker 1: were walking through that chapel's churchyard sometime around nine p m.
Speaker 1: When something stood up from behind a gravestone and grabbed
Speaker 1: one of them by the throat. The man was violently
Speaker 1: turned around as if to face it, only to find
Speaker 1: that there was nothing there. Yet, when he struck out
Speaker 1: with his fist, he felt something in the emptiness in
Speaker 1: front of him. It was like punching through the material
Speaker 1: of a large coat. He said. It was all enough
Speaker 1: to convince one man named Francis Smith to begin nightly
Speaker 1: patrols in the area armed with a gun. Late one
Speaker 1: night in January eighteen o four, Smith was pacing the
Speaker 1: streets alone when he suddenly spotted a ghostly white figure approaching.
Speaker 1: Damn you, Who are you and what are you? Damn you?
Speaker 1: I'll shoe u jew, he said, then took aim and fired.
Speaker 1: The white figure collapsed instantly to the ground. Moments later,
Speaker 1: a deeply distraught Smith found himself standing over the body
Speaker 1: of Thomas Millwood, a bricklayer, walking home from work in
Speaker 1: his traditional white clothes. Francis Smith was initially sentenced to
Speaker 1: death for the crime, but later had his sentence reduced
Speaker 1: to a year's hard labor on account of the fact
Speaker 1: that Smith was thought to have truly believed that Millward
Speaker 1: was a ghost and therefore less culpable for his murder.
Speaker 1: A man did actually come forward admitting to being the
Speaker 1: so called Hammersmith ghost. Shoemaker John Graham, claimed that he
Speaker 1: began parading round the streets in a white sheet to
Speaker 1: try and scare an apprentice of his. However, sightings of
Speaker 1: a ghostly white figure stalking the streets of London persisted
Speaker 1: for the next twenty years. Between eighteen twenty four and
Speaker 1: eighteen twenty six, in the countryside surrounding London and Hampshire
Speaker 1: in South England, something else appeared to have emerged, known
Speaker 1: as the Southampton Ghost, since the story originated in Southampton
Speaker 1: on the English south coast. It was said to be
Speaker 1: skeleetally thin and over ten feet tall. Newspaper reports of
Speaker 1: this character mentioned that the specter was also able to
Speaker 1: jump very high. An account in the Northampton Mercury on
Speaker 1: the twenty first of January eighteen twenty six described that
Speaker 1: a person had been spotted nightly in Southampton wearing some
Speaker 1: kind of mask. The ghoulish figure had been fired at
Speaker 1: without effect due to apparently being enveloped in steel armor.
Speaker 1: They were also said to wear a pair of spring boots,
Speaker 1: which enabled them to vault over a ten feet wall.
Speaker 1: One witness apparently gave chase, and though they couldn't quite
Speaker 1: catch them, got close enough to report the specter was
Speaker 1: a tall man wearing a dark coat with shiny metal buttons.
Speaker 1: In early September eighteen thirty seven, local newspapers in the
Speaker 1: counties surrounding London began to report a series of attacks
Speaker 1: perpetrated by what was variously described as an imp, a bear,
Speaker 1: a devil, a ghostly white bull, or simply a ghost
Speaker 1: clothed in white, sometimes wearing chain mail or armor. Over
Speaker 1: the next two months, the mysterious figure was said to
Speaker 1: have made attacks in a total of two dozen villages
Speaker 1: to the south and the west of London, most of
Speaker 1: them on women, and the specter's behavior had become more violent.
Speaker 1: On the eleventh of October, Polly Adams, a tavern worker
Speaker 1: from black Heath, was attacked by a so called devil
Speaker 1: like gentleman at Blackheath Fair, who tore off her blouse
Speaker 1: and scratched her stomach with its claws before escaping by
Speaker 1: leaping over a fence. A little later that month, a
Speaker 1: domestic servant was set upon while walking across Clapham Common.
Speaker 1: The assailant ripped at her clothes and touched her body
Speaker 1: with cold claws. She recounted some local residents had rushed
Speaker 1: to her aid, but the attacker was nowhere to be found.
Speaker 1: The following day, occupants of a carriage witnessed a man
Speaker 1: jumping into the road in front of them, causing their
Speaker 1: driver to swerve and the carriage to crash. The man
Speaker 1: jumped away over a nine foot wall, emitting a maniacal
Speaker 1: laughter as he went. One foggy night during the last
Speaker 1: week of December in eighteen thirty seven, a carpenter named
Speaker 1: mister Jones was walking home along Cutthroat Lane in Ileworth,
Speaker 1: West London, when he claimed to have been attacked by
Speaker 1: a figure dressed in armor and wearing red shoes. Jones
Speaker 1: said that when he fought back, two more ghosts, as
Speaker 1: he called them, joined in the attack, leaving him badly
Speaker 1: beaten and its clothes torn to shreds. The gothic atmosphere
Speaker 1: of London streets, bathed in swirling fog and illuminated by
Speaker 1: pockets of light from gas slaps, which only served to
Speaker 1: emphasize the darkness around them, was the perfect place for
Speaker 1: the attacks and fertile ground for the fearful imaginings of
Speaker 1: the public. When the London newspapers began to print reports
Speaker 1: of what was initially called the Suburban Ghost, they were
Speaker 1: first skeptical, describing the sightings condescendingly as the sort of
Speaker 1: rumours that inevitably circulate among servant girls. But after the
Speaker 1: ghost was said to have made an appearance at Hampton
Speaker 1: Court Palace, former home of King Henry the Eighth, the
Speaker 1: press came up with another name for it, spring heeled Jack. However,
Speaker 1: both local newspaper reporters and the police were struggling to
Speaker 1: find hard evidence that might lead to a genuine suspect
Speaker 1: or an arrest, but as many newspapers of the time conceded,
Speaker 1: something was caused the panic. Several favored the rumour that
Speaker 1: a gang of aristocrats were carrying out the attacks for
Speaker 1: a bet. This rumor seemed to be substantiated when an
Speaker 1: anonymous resident of Peckham in South London wrote to the
Speaker 1: Lord Mayor of London stating that a man from the
Speaker 1: higher ranks of life, as he put it, laid a
Speaker 1: wager with a mischievous and full hardy companion that he
Speaker 1: would visit many of the villages near London in three
Speaker 1: different disguises, a ghost, a bear, and a devil. The
Speaker 1: man continued, the wager has been accepted, and the unmanly
Speaker 1: villain has already succeeded in depriving seven women of their senses.
Speaker 1: The Lord Mayor was unconvinced, saying that the letter writer
Speaker 1: had merely been frightened by burglars and wanted retribution. Several
Speaker 1: vigilante groups disagreed, however, including one led by none other
Speaker 1: than the then seventy year old Duke of Wellington. Despite
Speaker 1: having once led an army that defeated Napoleon, he failed
Speaker 1: to accost the culprits. There's no record as to whether
Speaker 1: the aristocratic wager was won, or even existed for that matter. Nonetheless,
Speaker 1: the attacks continued unabated in and around London throughout early
Speaker 1: eighteen thirty eight and on into February, the same month
Speaker 1: that eighteen year old Jane Olsop was attacked outside her
Speaker 1: home in old Ford. About the same time, a mile
Speaker 1: to the west, a man in a cloak wrapped on
Speaker 1: the door of a house in Turner Street and asked
Speaker 1: to speak to the owner, mister Ashworth. But before the
Speaker 1: servant boy who answered the door could fetch his master,
Speaker 1: the caller threw back his cloak and revealed a sinister
Speaker 1: of his liage and bizarre costume underneath. The frightened boy screamed
Speaker 1: so loudly that the cloaked figure ran off, but not
Speaker 1: before the boy noticed one intriguing detail on the cloak,
Speaker 1: an elaborate letter w embroidered on its hem. For some,
Speaker 1: this w was a vital clue which sparked an entirely
Speaker 1: new rumor centered around an Irish nobleman known as the
Speaker 1: Marquis of Waterfort or alternatively as the Mad Marquis. Henry
Speaker 1: Beresfort was never supposed to have been the third Marquis
Speaker 1: of Waterfort. Born in eighteen eleven, he was a second
Speaker 1: son and should have slowly marched down the family order
Speaker 1: of succession as his older brother George, married and had
Speaker 1: heirs of his own. But in eighteen twenty four, George
Speaker 1: contracted an inflammation of the bowels and died two days
Speaker 1: later at the age of fourteen. Two years after that,
Speaker 1: Henry's father died, and so Henry inherited the family title
Speaker 1: and all its money at the age of just fifteen.
Speaker 1: His first few years as a marquis was spent in
Speaker 1: private school. Then came the revelry, Young and most likely
Speaker 1: bereft at the death of his older brother, followed soon
Speaker 1: after by his father. At a time of fairly strict
Speaker 1: gender roles, he was without any male parental guidance and
Speaker 1: mind blowingly wealthy. The debauchery started almost immediately after. Somewhat
Speaker 1: less than gentlemanly behavior on a trip to the U
Speaker 1: s A With supposedly well to do friends, the Marquess
Speaker 1: of Waterford began to make headlines back in England for
Speaker 1: all the wrong reasons. In the late eighteen thirties, his
Speaker 1: name came to be so anonymous with brutal jokes, vandalism,
Speaker 1: and misogyny. This was a man of whom, it was said,
Speaker 1: would do anything for a bet. In eighteen thirty six,
Speaker 1: on one occasion, the Marquess of Waterford smashed several windows.
Speaker 1: On another he offered strangers money to fight him, and
Speaker 1: another time got into an altercation with a man on
Speaker 1: horseback when he demanded that he ignore the gate keeper
Speaker 1: on a toll road and pay him the money instead.
Speaker 1: But that was just a warm up. In April the
Speaker 1: following year, the Marquis went to the races with a
Speaker 1: group of friends, after which began another night of debauchery.
Speaker 1: They smashed the shutters of a toll gate, stole some
Speaker 1: red paint, then walked to a nearby pub called the
Speaker 1: Old White Swan. The Marquis was hoisted onto the shoulders
Speaker 1: of his friends, where he proceeded to paint the Swan red.
Speaker 1: The group continued overturning caravans, throwing signs into a canal,
Speaker 1: smashing lamps, and wrenching off door knockers, all while spreading
Speaker 1: red paint in their wake. An escapade that is thought
Speaker 1: to be the origin of the phrase to paint the
Speaker 1: town red. The group were arrested and subsequently appeared before
Speaker 1: the local magistrate wearing bare skin coats and large cravats.
Speaker 1: Henry Beresford, the Marquis of Waterford, is known to have
Speaker 1: been present in the London area by the time the
Speaker 1: first apparent attacks by spring hiel Jack took place. Had
Speaker 1: he been spending his leisure time developing and indulging in
Speaker 1: bizarre and elaborate pranks. Was he aided in a betted
Speaker 1: by friends constructing some sort of apparatus that resulted in
Speaker 1: spring heeled boots. Did he practice fire breathing techniques in
Speaker 1: order to increase the unnatural appearance of its character. It's
Speaker 1: quite possible that he wasn't the only member of so
Speaker 1: called high society acting up. Many members of the aristocracy
Speaker 1: had the time, resources, and inclination to create convincing ghostly appearances,
Speaker 1: then used their money and influence to avoid prosecution. Within
Speaker 1: just a few days of the attack on Jane Alsop,
Speaker 1: toward the end of February in eighteen thirty seven, Spring
Speaker 1: Heeled Jack struck again. Eighteen year old Lucy Scales and
Speaker 1: her sister were waylaid as they returned home from a
Speaker 1: visit to their brother, one of many butchers that operated
Speaker 1: in the Lmehouse area of London's Docklands. In the freezing
Speaker 1: misty night. With a little light to guide their way,
Speaker 1: the pair turned into the narrow, twisting passage of Green
Speaker 1: Dragon Alley. There they spotted a thin cloaked stranger standing
Speaker 1: a little further down the alleyway, As the young women
Speaker 1: later recalled, when they approached the man, he suddenly threw
Speaker 1: open his cloak, displaying a strange lamp thing strapped to
Speaker 1: his chest, and blew flames from his mouth straight into
Speaker 1: Lucy's face. Screaming in horror, Lucy fell to the ground,
Speaker 1: temporarily blinded and in severe pain. She later described her
Speaker 1: attacker as tall and thin and looking gentlemanly. She said
Speaker 1: also that he wore a large cloak and what she
Speaker 1: described as some kind of head dress much like a bonnet.
Speaker 1: There were no other witnesses to the assault. After Lucy
Speaker 1: scales Is apparent attack, she was examined by a surgeon.
Speaker 1: Her report made no mention of her having sustained any burns.
Speaker 1: When Jane Alsop was examined after the incident in old Ford.
Speaker 1: The report compiled by the police surgeon who conducted it
Speaker 1: also failed to mention anything about burns, So where did
Speaker 1: the alleged flames come from. Fire breathing involves spitting a
Speaker 1: jet of flammable liquid into a blazing torch. For performers
Speaker 1: using it in the carnival and circus trade, it's typically
Speaker 1: the most dangerous part of their act. Things can go
Speaker 1: badly wrong, especially if the feat is performed outdoors. In
Speaker 1: his autobiography Memoirs of a Sword Swallower, the twentieth century
Speaker 1: carnival artist Dan Mannix describes how one night, early on
Speaker 1: in his career, he watched as America's leading fire eater
Speaker 1: at the time, prepared for his act. Holding a flaming
Speaker 1: torch well away from his body. The performer took a
Speaker 1: mouthful from a glass of petrol and stood waiting for
Speaker 1: the breeze to die down. Then a small trickle of
Speaker 1: petrol accidentally leaked from the corner of the performer's mouth,
Speaker 1: and an errant spark from the torch, blown by a
Speaker 1: sudden gust of wind, leapt through the air, igniting the petrol.
Speaker 1: There was a blinding flash of light as flame o'ed
Speaker 1: the grate as he was known, erupted in flames, his
Speaker 1: whole face on fire at the sinister Spring Heeled Jack.
Speaker 1: Whoever or whatever they were, employed something similar. Either way,
Speaker 1: there are no substantiated reports of him breathing fire after
Speaker 1: the attack on Lucy Scales. By this time all of
Speaker 1: London was aware of spring Heeled Jack, and imitators seemed
Speaker 1: to be cropping up in his wake. In early eighteen
Speaker 1: thirty eight, a smartly dressed man called in at the
Speaker 1: White Lion Pub in vere Street and coolly told the
Speaker 1: landlady that he was spring Heeled Jack. He pulled out
Speaker 1: a club and aimed a vicious strike at the woman,
Speaker 1: who managed to dodge the blow just in time. In March,
Speaker 1: two tall men in black cloaks, their faces smeared with okra,
Speaker 1: terrified a boy in Westmoreland Muse, while a youth named
Speaker 1: Daniel Granville was caught in Kentish Town wearing a mask
Speaker 1: with blue glazed paper at the mouth to simulate Jack's
Speaker 1: fiery breath. Meanwhile, a man named James Painter was fined
Speaker 1: four pounds for his exploits in the Kilburn area. Where
Speaker 1: he assaulted women while wearing a fake beard and a
Speaker 1: sheet all In all, the many sightings of supposed ghosts
Speaker 1: and tall men lurking in alleyways, though terrifying for the public,
Speaker 1: were rarely taken seriously by city officials. But the assault
Speaker 1: on Jane Allsop was different, partly because the Allsops were
Speaker 1: a family of significant means, but also because of the
Speaker 1: testimony that Jane made at the Lambeth Street Police Office
Speaker 1: the day after the attack, along with a surgeon's description
Speaker 1: of her injuries, which was printed in many London newspapers.
Speaker 1: On the second of March eighteen thirty eight, the national
Speaker 1: newspaper The Times ran the story under the heading the
Speaker 1: late Outrage at old Ford. It prompted two investigations, the
Speaker 1: first conducted by the recently established London Metropolitan Police. The
Speaker 1: second was overseen by the much revered officer James Lee.
Speaker 1: Lee was employed by the Lambeth Street Police Office to
Speaker 1: investigate cases that came before the local court. Reputed to
Speaker 1: have been the best detective in London during the eighteen thirties,
Speaker 1: Lee had a decade of investigative experience. He was perhaps
Speaker 1: best known for the part he played in solving one
Speaker 1: of the most sensational British crimes of the early eighteen hundreds,
Speaker 1: the murder at the Red Barn. Though many doubted Jane
Speaker 1: Lsop's account of her terrifying encounter, John Lee had no
Speaker 1: doubt she was telling the truth. In fact, the same
Speaker 1: day that Jane, along with her father and older sister,
Speaker 1: gave evidence of the attack to the Lambeth Street Magistrate,
Speaker 1: Lee was already beginning his investigation. He was determined to
Speaker 1: catch the attacker. But can you even catch a ghost?
Speaker 1: You've been listening to Unexplained Season seven, episode five, Jumping
Speaker 1: Jack's Part one of two. The second and final part
Speaker 1: will be released next Friday, September fifteenth. This episode was
Speaker 1: written by Diane Hope and produced by Richard McLain smith.
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