Classic Scottish Murder Stories (43 page)

Adam helped her to sell up the shop and lodge the proceeds in the bank. It was a small fortune. Then he left and laboured in the quarries of Dingwall, until the date came near, when his presence was again required at the side of his invalid aunt. The Reverend John Cook, parish minister of Laurencekirk, conducted a valid marriage ceremony, although perhaps it might have been voidable later if the bride had survived,
if
the Kirk had such provisions. John Adam was caught at last, but it did not really count, because he was working through the grades of a master plan which would leave him a widower very, very soon.

The couple left by the afternoon coach for the north. The honeymoon night was spent in Aberdeen, then on to Inverness, where Adam installed his bride in respectable lodgings with Hugh and Janet McIntosh at Chapel Street. They were kind people and could not help noticing that during the next few weeks, Mr Adam never spent a full night there, so pressing were his business concerns elsewhere. He kept turning up back in Dingwall, shining with good news: the aunt
had died, leaving him all her furniture and a legacy of £100 or so, which he proceeded to place on deposit in the National Bank under the name of John Anderson.

At last the Montrose carrier arrived at Chapel Street with Jane's furniture, which was supposed to improve the messuage at the matrimonial home in waiting, but she was downcast when Adam abandoned her once again, insisting on going on before her with the chattels to make all shipshape for her reception. His true destination, of course, was Dingwall, where Dorothy was overjoyed to receive the aunt's heirlooms – a chest of drawers, a tent-bed, and a trunk. John Urquhart, a sawyer, and his wife, Christina, with whom the ‘Andersons' lodged, witnessed the coming of the aunt's worldly goods, and were also rather baffled by John's variant excuses for his absences – visiting a brother or collecting monies left to him by an uncle in India.

There John Adam could have left his fraud and he debated his options within himself. It was noticed that he paid unco' heed to the sermon as he sat in his usual pew in the parish kirk of Dingwall on Sunday, March 29th.

On Monday, the 30th, he was dining with his wife at the lodgings in Inverness. Her new home was ready, he told her. She heard the tidings with great joy, and packed a small basket of personal effects, including a pair of stockings which she was proudly knitting for her husband. Her whole luggage consisted of this basket, some clothing in a bundle, and an umbrella. The McIntoshes had grown fond of the often abandoned bride, and quite possibly suspicious of the comings and goings. They demurred when Adam delayed the journey until the evening, saying that it was too late to set off, but Adam said that they were going only a few miles beyond the ferry after a short stage. They could surely not get further than Redcastle that night, Hugh McIntosh persisted, but Adam said shortly that they might.

It was dusk when the couple left the coach and boarded the
ferry at Kessock. Roderick McGregor, the boatman, conveyed them across the Stygian waters to the north side of the Beauly Firth: they sat together in the stern, and by the light of the boat lamp he recognized the man from a previous occasion when he had been travelling with some furniture. John Adam sloped ashore, taciturn as ever, but his wife sweetly bade the ferryman goodbye, before she followed in her husband's tracks, all trusting, down the way to Dingwall, across the lonely promontory of the Black Isle.

It was 10 o'clock that night when Adam returned to his lodgings at Dingwall. The family had gone to bed and left the door unlocked for him. He seemed tired, as well he might after engaging in some strenuous physical activity and tramping some 12 miles over moorland by moonlight. He brought with him a basket, a bundle, and an umbrella which he represented as the last relics of his aunt. It was slightly awkward that, as Dorothy found when she examined them, the body linen was marked JB, and one nightdress had not been washed since last usage, but Adam was quick to devise some explanation. More difficult, but not insuperable, to account for were the half-knitted hose with the wires still in them.

The next day, Adam resumed his work in the quarries, after mentioning to Dorothy that he was thinking that they might emigrate to America very shortly. Days passed, and then on Friday, April 10th, John Adam's battered bride, her life snuffed out, pitiful to behold, was discovered on the moor of Mulbuie. Three Highland lasses, who could speak only Gaelic, Jane and Peggy Stewart and Betty Gray, with a lad named John Campbell, had been planting out fir-trees on the Braes of Kilcoy. In the evening, Jane and John went to rest in a roofless cottage beside a disused peat-road. The walls were partly tumbledown, and the girl noticed a piece of gauze veiling which was sticking out of the rubble. John told her not to touch it: some poor person must have thrown it away. However, when they looked around, they saw a woman's shoe,
embedded in soil. They began to dig with the spades which they had with them, and realized that there was a woman's body buried underneath the stones and soil.

William Forbes, a cottar (cottager) was summoned from his home at Muckernich of Kilcoy, and the clothed body was uncovered. A great stone was seen to be lying flat on the face. The Procurator Fiscal and surgeons from Dingwall were called out to the ruined cottage, and, after preliminary examination, the body was taken to the Town House at Dingwall. John Jones, surgeon, had noted that the dead woman had lain in a corner, and the mass of débris – turf, stones and sand – appeared to be part of the wall, which had been pushed down for the purpose of concealment. In view of the strength of the standing walls, it could not have fallen by accident.

At post-mortem, a heap of clotted blood was found under the head, and the jawbone was fractured at both sides of the head. The tongue protruded an inch out of the mouth and blood issued from the nose. On the scalp were two lacerated wounds which corresponded in size and shape with stones found near the corpse.

No identification was possible as yet; the dead woman appeared to be a stranger to the district. Handbills did the trick: they were distributed widely, bearing the description of a woman aged about 40, clad in a purple stuff gown, with a black silk bonnet and veil. She was wearing a new wedding ring, her linen was marked JB, and there was a pillbox in her pocket, labelled J. Mackenzie, Chemist and Druggist, Forres. (Did the coach pass through Forres on the way to Inverness from Montrose, and did she feel ill on the long journey?)

When John Adam was home from the quarry that night, his wife was full of the news of the mysterious woman in purple. ‘They say it is the body of a married woman, John,' she told him in all her innocence, ‘for there is a ring on her finger such as married women wear. From her dress of home-made stuff,
they think that she must be the wife of some Highland shepherd. How I feel for her husband, poor man, when he hears of her mangled state.' Adam showed no reaction and dourly went about his affairs, removing his £100 deposit from the bank and arranging the emigration details. But he was too late, because reports of the gruesome murder spread across the counties, and, especially in Inverness, the oft-deserted bride with the new wedding ring, who had been wafted away at even, was very well remembered.

On the Sunday, after midnight, officers arrested John Adam in his bed for the murder of Jane Brechin, his lawful wife. Poor, pregnant Dorothy, his wife in all but formality, who had hoped for marriage, was astonished by the revelations and was left behind with the Urquharts to comfort her while Adam was harried in handcuffs to the Town House. Once there, he was deliberately confronted with a ghastly spectacle, which strangely echoed his previous supernatural dream: ‘Attendants with their candles stood round the table on which lay the silent figure of the murdered woman, still in her marriage dress, while her comely features bore the marks of brutal violence.'

Waiting grimly for the sinner were various persons from Inverness and they identified both the dead and living. He denied everything. The candles guttered, the gloom of the death-chamber was overwhelming, and one of the women fainted to the floor. John Adam faltered, too: in a brief moment of weakness, he put his hands over his eyes. ‘I am not accustomed to such sights,' he apologised to the Procurator Fiscal.

The Fiscal now proceeded upon a ‘trial by touch' – that centuries-old ordeal perhaps unexpected in the Age of Reason, or rather a modified form of the rite. If Adam were indeed the murderer, the body should have bled or spoken in tongues, or he should have collapsed or confessed, or some such portent. ‘Take that hand in your own, and say if you know it,'
Cameron the Fiscal ordered Adam, and, undaunted, he took in his own the clammy hand of the dead woman, and said that he did not know it. ‘Lay your hand on that face, then, and say if you ever saw it before. Then place your hand on that bosom and say if your hand was ever there before.' Boldly Adam placed his hand as directed, and swore, ‘I have never seen this woman before, either alive or dead.' ‘Very well,' said the Fiscal, ‘we are all in the presence of God.'

As if this confrontation were not drama enough, when they removed Adam to the prison at Inverness to await trial, they took him by the scenic route across the moor of Mulbuie, calculated to pass the very scene of the murder, but if they hoped that he would break down and confess, they were sadly disappointed, because he refused to look at the crumbling cottage, and the mournful file continued along the track in the lea of the fir plantation to doom.

The trial of John Adam took place at Inverness on the one day of September 18th, 1835. He was not wearing his usual wig, in order, no doubt, to thwart identification in court and sow doubt, and it was seen that the strikingly handsome man, tall and dark, was, in fact, as bald as a slug, with side-whiskers in compensation for the superior deficiency. He looked older than his years, which was perhaps not such a good idea, making him more menacing.

The alarming indictment charged that he did with a stone or other hard instrument strike his wife two or more violent blows on the head, whereby she was severely wounded and was stunned, and did then violently strike or dash down upon the side of her head a large stone, whereby the jawbone on both sides of her head was fractured, whereof she immediately died; or that she was suffocated by pressure after the assault by means of throwing down upon her part of an old wall, consisting of turf and stones and other materials, and covering her person therewith.

Two large stones, bloodstained, brought on a cart from the
scene of the crime backed up the indictment chillingly. John Adam, as expected, pleaded Not Guilty and lodged special defences: alibi – that he was at the quarry at the relevant time; his good character; prejudice by publication of untrue, improper and cruel statements in the press. John Jones, the surgeon, identified the two stones. One had been found beneath the head. The other, weighing 28lbs, had lain above the head, and its corners corresponded to the bi-lateral fractures of the jaw. The image of John Adam, tall and used to weights, with the massive stone uplifted in his arms, biblical fashion, made a powerful impression in court.

Cross-examination brought up a difficulty in the medical evidence, which was just about Adam's only hope, except that other evidence against him was overwhelming: Mr Jones admitted that his first impression was that of a person very recently dead – up to some two or three days previously. The body seemed quite fresh, with blood flowing from the nose, but the way in which it was covered, and the atmosphere excluded, would go far to retard putrefaction. Obviously, Adam wanted the time of death to be set as long as possible after he had been seen vanishing into the dusk with Jane on March 30th.

Mrs Margaret Munro, of Mill Street, Montrose, a cousin of Jane Brechin, identified John Adam as
the very man.
Jane's basket and umbrella, and the half-knitted stockings (finished by pregnant Dorothy), had been retrieved from Adam's lodgings at Dingwall and brought to court as exhibits: these were eagerly identified by those who had known her. Mrs Janet Mcintosh remembered a significant conversation: Jane had told her that her husband was providing her with a comfortable home somewhere between Dingwall and Beauly. She herself had speculated that it must be at Maryburgh, since there was no other place so situated, but Jane said that was not the right name. Of course, for her destination was a ruined cottage with no name in the middle of nowhere.

The evidence as to the manner in which Acfim had abstracted Jane's life savings, having obtained her signature, was particularly damning, even if the agent of the British Linen Company's bank at Montrose was totally unable to identify Adam without his wig as the very man who had withdrawn £96 from Jane's account. The defendant's two declarations, read, made a poor impression. The first, dated two days after arrest, was a cobweb of lies: he was verily John Anderson, of Dalkeith, legally married to Dorothy Elliot, and Jane Bunton, his spinster aunt, had bequeathed to him her choice effects. (He was thinking of the tell-tale initials on the linen.)

On May 7th, there had been some considered modifications. He did admit to knowing Jane Brechin and visiting her at Montrose, but it was to demand repayment of certain sums which he had lent to her. She had refused to refund the cash on any consideration except marriage. That was precisely why he had married her, and visited her occasionally at her lodgings in inverness. She had signed the money over to him. On March 30th, she had taken him aside and told him that she wanted to vacate the lodgings immediately, because they were too cold, and she left with him that evening, with her basket, bundle and umbrella. When they arrived at the Windmill, near the ferry, he observed that the boat was about to start, and hurriedly separated from Jane – he hastening down to the ferry, to get back to Dingwall, and she returning to the town, presumably in search of new lodgings. Since then, he had never seen Jane Brechin, and, as a matter of fact, he was not by any means convinced that the corpse shown to him was that of his wife, since the features were so altered and destroyed. This was all a brave and despicable try, but of course it was at variance with the proven facts.