St Patrick's Roman Catholic Cemetery, Leyton |
On
Sunday 3 December 1865 the reverend Father McQuoid presided over what must have struck him
as an unusual funeral at St Patrick’s Cemetery in Leyton. The
deceased, a French wine merchant from Bordeaux called Vital Douat,
arrived on an ordinary dray cart rather than a hearse, direct from the train
station. There was no undertaker (and consequently no help getting the heavy
coffin down from the cart and into the chapel) and only one mourner, a
mysterious foreigner who called himself Signor Bernardi, who spoke almost no
English. Bernardi insisted that Monsieur
Douat was buried with full Roman rites but as soon as the coffin had been
lowered into the grave and the gravediggers started shovelling earth over it,
he disappeared, never to be seen again. The Douat grave lay unmarked, unvisited
and neglected for several months until the weeds had taken over the plot and
Father McQuoid had almost completely forgotten about the peculiar funeral.
Meanwhile in Paris, Marie-Clara the widow of Vital Douat, presented herself at the office of the
Insurance Company where her husband had assured his life for 100,000 francs
just a few months before. The Insurers were presented with copies of the
English death and burial certificates and a claim was lodged. The Insurers were suspicious; shortly after Monsieur
Douat had taken out his life policy he had returned to Bordeaux and declared
himself bankrupt. Investigation by the local fiscal authorities at the time had soon revealed
the bankruptcy claim to be fraudulent and Douat had fled the country. The
Insurers contacted Scotland Yard with their suspicions and the case was assigned
to Sergeant Nathaniel Druscovich.
The Moldovan Detective Druscovich |
Druscovich
had been born in the parish of St George-in-the-East on the notorious Ratcliffe
Highway in the east end of London in the 1840’s, the son of a carpenter from
Moldova. He spent some of his childhood in Romania and spoke English with a
noticeable foreign accent all his life. For this reason Scotland Yard often
gave him their ‘foreign’ cases and so the thin file on Vital Douat landed on
his desk to investigate. Druscovich soon discovered that on arriving in London
Douat had booked himself into Fords Hotel in Manchester Street, Marylebone
under the name Roberti. While there be had convinced a French waiter to sign
the name Dr Crittie to a forged death certificate which he claimed was to be
used to play a prank on a friend of his who never replied to his correspondence.
The certificate said that one Vital Douat had died of an aneurism of the heart
on 20 November. This certificate was presented to the Registrar of Deaths at
Plaistow on 1 December by Douat (who was now using the name Bernardi), the body
supposedly lying at 32 Anne Street, E13. The same day Douat presented
himself at St Patrick's Cemetery, purchased a burial plot from the sexton and
ordered a grave to be dug.
Druscovich
then picked up the trail in the Mile End Road where Douat, now using yet
another alias, Rubini, had bought a heavy ready-made coffin from an undertaker,
asking for it to be adapted by the addition of extra lead lining and the
handles to be placed at the ends of the coffin in the continental manner rather
than at the sides in the English way. Two days later Douat/ Roberti/ Rubini/ Bernardi
appeared again at the undertakers, paid for his coffin, hired two labourers to
help him transport it and made his way to Shoreditch Station where he took the
train to Leyton and had himself buried at St Patrick's. Druscovich had enough
information to request an exhumation certificate from the Secretary of State
for Home Affairs and a few days later accompanied by his boss, Inspector
Williamson, two of the witnesses who had seen Douat whilst in London, and a
doctor the small party made their way to Leyton to dig up the coffin. In the event neither the witnesses nor the services of the doctor were required, because once the coffin had been disinterred and unscrewed it was found to be
completely empty. A warrant was issued for Douat’s arrest but by this time he
was no longer even in Europe. Having decided it would be safer to remove
himself as far away from the continent as possible until his insurance claim
was settled out he had sailed to the United States sometime earlier.
Douat
was arrested at Antwerp on his return from the United States. Whilst in Belgium
he was tried for further crimes of forgery, including burning a ship in order to claim
the insurance and, shockingly, condemned to death once convicted. By March 1867 the hapless
Douat (surely the most incompetent white collar criminal of all time?) had had
his death sentence commuted to life imprisonment and had been extradited to
France to face fraudulent bankruptcy and forgery charges there. This was widely
reported in the press:
GETTING OFF
LIGHTLY! A convict condemned to death in Belgium, whose sentence had been
commuted to hard labour for life, has just been delivered up to the French
authorities. His name is Vital Douat, of Panillac, in the department of the
Gironde, and he was formerly a wine merchant in Bordeaux. He was condemned to
death by sentence of the 13th of November last at Antwerp, for having in that
city, where he had taken refuge in the false name of Willis Romero Donatry,
wilfully set fire to certain combustibles for the purpose of burning one or
more ships, being also convicted of forgery. He is now about to take his trial
in France for fraudulent bankrupt, and for the forgery of bills of lading to
the value of nearly a million of francs. His position is somewhat strange, for
he escapes from a sentence of hard labour for life to undergo trial which can
entail at most hard labour for a definite period, and should he be acquitted,
which is not, however, very likely, there seems to be no way by which he can be
given up again to the Belgian authorities for crimes committed in Belgium.
Douat's son Pierre-Albert was the French caricaturist J. Blass.
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