The Shipping Gazette
Edition of June 23, 1807
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Excerpts of the Court-Martial of Lieutenant
James Emerson Fletcher, Royal Navy,
held this week at the Naval Base at Portsmouth,
Vice Admiral Wm. Chamberlain, Presiding
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Dear Reader,
The following is an account of the more cogent aspects of the testimony of evidence presented against Lt. Fletcher and his replies thereto. He was charged by this Court of the Crime of Conspiracy to Defraud the King of His Rightful Treasure, in Collusion with the already Condemned Mary Faber. Your Reporter was present during the entire proceedings.
All were sworn in, the charges were read, and Lt. Henry Flashby, Royal Navy, was called forward to give testimony.
King’s Counsel, the Honorable David St. George:
“State your name.”
“Henry Flashby, Lieutenant, His Majesty’s Royal Navy.”
“And were you not on His Majesty’s Ship Dolphin, during a mission to the Caribbean Sea this past year?”
“I was.”
“And in what capacity?”
“As Intelligence Officer, to oversee the execution of the Mission.”
“Which was . . . ?”
“To recover gold from a sunken Spanish galleon.”
“Did the mission succeed?”
“Yes, to a degree.”
“To what degree?”
“To the degree that the female diver on the wreck, Mary Faber, known to the criminal world as Jacky Faber, did not allow the King the full measure of the recovered gold, gold sorely needed to fund the Treasury in this time of war.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean that she set aside a large amount of the gold for herself . . . and her friends, of whom Mr. Fletcher is one.”
At this point, Attorney Joseph Williams, Barrister and Counsel to Mr. Fletcher, leaped to his feet and made objection to the implied insinuation.
“My lord, the Witness is making allegations against Mr. Fletcher that cannot be proved!”
Admiral Chamberlain:
“Objection denied. Come, come, Mr. Williams, it is common knowledge that the female has already been convicted and condemned for her crimes, and also that the Defendant has had a long-standing relationship with her. Let us proceed. Mr. St. George.”
“Lieutenant Flashby, just how did the female in question manage this theft of the King’s property?”
“It was my theory, as a trained Intelligence Officer, that she had secreted great amounts of the gold from her ship, under cover of darkness, to an island known locally as Key West, and had it buried there.”
“Ah, just like the pirates of old, eh?”
“Yes, Sir. I attempted to intervene, but was deceived by the female and subjected to grievous personal harm.”
“Your Honor, I object. This is nothing but supposition.”
“Pretty reasonable ‘supposition’ I must say, considering the girl’s past history!”
The esteemed Panel took a few moments to guffaw at this.
“Proceed, Mr. St. George.”
“Yes, Sir. Now, Lieutenant Flashby . . . what led you to believe that something of this nature was happening?”
“I overheard a conversation between the girl Faber and Mr. Fletcher onboard the Dolphin. They thought themselves private on the fo’c’s’le, but I was there . . .”
“And . . . ?”
“And I heard her whisper to him, ‘Steady on, Jaimy, if there is much gold to be found, then we shall have a good bit of it, count on that! Steady on, my love, and to hell with the King!’”
It was here that Lieutenant Fletcher appeared visibly agitated, and had to be restrained by his attorney.
“You swear that to be true, Lieutenant Flashby?”
“On my honor, Sir.”
“Very well, you may step down. Mr. Williams, you may call your first witness.”
“I call Captain Hannibal Hudson, Master and Commander of HMS Dolphin.”
Captain Hannibal Hudson was summoned to give testimony, but even though he pronounced himself fully convinced of the innocence of Mr. Fletcher, he could not provide corroborating evidence and was asked to stand down.
“I now call Lieutenant James Emerson Fletcher, to speak in his own defense.”
This was later to be seen as a not particularly wise move on the part of the defense, as Mr. Fletcher seemed to be in no mood to be amenable.
“Your name, Sir?”
“James Emerson Fletcher, Lieutenant, Royal Navy.”
“You have pled innocent of all these charges.”
“Yes.”
“How do you refute them?”
“By calling that goddamned Flashby a bald-faced liar, Sir!”
“Please, Sir, restrain yourself, or I shall find you in Contempt of Court!”
“Contempt of Court? Why, Sir, if you believe the lies of that sniveling coward, then I have nothing but contempt for this goddamned Court!”
Not a wise thing for Mr. Fletcher to say, as it turned out. He attempted to lunge at Mr. Flashby and was prevented from doing that gentleman physical harm only by the swift action of several burly bailiffs.
“I’ll kill you, you slimy bastard, if it’s the last thing I do on this earth!”
“Order! By God, I’ll have order here or I’ll slap you all in the brig! Order!”
Mr. Fletcher was again restrained, a look of pure fury upon his face, as quiet was once more restored to the proceedings.
“The evidence has been heard and we are ready to render a verdict. Do you have any final words to say for yourself, Mr. Fletcher?”
“Verdict? Yes, and I know what the verdict will be, and you can all go straight to hell!”
“Sir! Please control yourself!”
“If you are going to hang her, then you can hang me by her side! That is the only request of this so-called court that I will make! Together we shall leave this corrupt world, kept apart in this life yet joined together in death, and damned be to you all!”
It was plain to your humble reporter that Mr. Fletcher had not yet been apprised of Miss Faber’s fate—that she had been sentenced not to hanging but rather to Transportation for Life. Had Lieutenant Fletcher but known that and had managed to control his temper and not deliver that vain glorious closing speech, his future might have been much brighter.
“Very well, Mr. Fletcher, you have been found Guilty of Conspiracy to Defraud the King and are sentenced to the following. You are to be stripped of rank, banished from the Service, and Condemned to Seven Years Transportation to New South Wales! Take him away!”
Mr. Fletcher was removed from the courtroom and taken to the Hulks. I thank you for your attention to this article.
I remain Your Humble Correspondent,
Joseph Michael Marks