The watchword with which we started, Liberty for Vice,
Repression for Crime, is the only safe keynote for the Legislature in dealing
with this question. The Criminal Law Amendment Bill, as framed by Sir W.
Harcourt, was not so much a bill for raising the age of consent and increasing
the stringency of the provisions against procuration and the traffic in English
girls as a bill for increasing the arbitrary power of the police in the
streets.
No one who has any acquaintance with the enormous variety of
the duties which modern civilization imposes upon the police can sympathize
with the abuse so ignorantly and uncharitably showered upon the force. The
constable is the official upon whom modern society has devolved all the duties
of the ancient knight errant. There is no more useful being in the world, and
there are few nobler ideals of human activity than the daily life of a really
public-spirited, chivalrous policeman. But the majority of policemen, being
only mortal, are no more to be trusted with arbitrary power than any other
human beings, especially over the other sex. Its possession leads to
corruption, and the more that power is increased the more mischief is done. I
have no wish to bring any railing accusations against a body of men who are
constantly performing the most arduous duties in the public service; but those
who think most highly of the force should be most anxious to save it from any
increase of a temptation which already seriously impairs both its morale and
its efficiency. In this, I am informed, I am expressing not only the unanimous
opinion of our Commission, but also the matured conviction of some of the best
authorities in the force.
The power of the police over women in the streets is already
ample, not merely for the purposes of maintaining order and for preventing
indecency and molestation, but also for the purpose of levying blackmail upon
unfortunates.
I have been assured by a chaplain of one of her Majesty's
gaols, who perhaps has more opportunities of talking to these women than any
other individual in the realm, that there is absolute unanimity in the ranks
that if they do not tip the police they get run in. From the highest to the
lowest, he informs me, the universal testimony is that you must pay the
constable, or you get into trouble. With them it has come to be part of the
recognized necessities of their profession. Tipping porters is contrary to the
by-laws of the railway companies, yet it is constantly done by passengers; and
tipping the police is as constant a practice on the part of the women of the
street. Some pay with purse, others with person–many poor wretches with both.
There are good policemen who would not touch the money of a harlot or drink
with her, much less have anything to do with her otherwise. But there are great
numbers who regard these things as the perquisites of their office, and who act
on their belief.
The power of a policeman over a girl of the streets,
although theoretically very slight, is in reality almost despotic. "If you
quarrel with a policeman you are done for," is not far from the truth. The
esprit de corps of the force is strong, and both prostitutes and policemen
agree in this, that if a girl were once to tip and tell she might just as well
leave London at once. She would be harried out of division after division, and
never allowed to rest until she was outside the radius of the metropolitan
district. If policemen can do that to avenge a breach of faith, it need not be
pointed out that they are able materially to affect a girl's position and prospects
without absolutely doing anything wrong. They have only to appear
inconveniently inquisitive when a bargain is being driven in order to scare off
a customer, and at any time, if they choose to be animated by a severe sense of
public duty, they can discover evidence sufficient to justify at least a threat
of apprehension. A girl's livelihood is in a policeman's hand, and in too many
cases he makes the most of his opportunity. To increase by one jot or one
tittle the power of the man in uniform over the women who are left un-friended
even by their own sex is a crime against liberty and justice, which no
impatience at markets of vice, or holy horror at the sight of girls on the
streets, ought to be allowed to excuse. If we say that the policeman is constantly
tempted to transmute his power into cash, we only say that he is human and that
he is poor. But it is too bad to convert the truncheoned custodians of public
order into a set of "ponces" in uniform, levying a disgraceful
tribute on the fallen maidens of modern Babylon.
AN UN-NATURAL ALLIANCE
If the police are constantly in danger of being corrupted by
the arbitrary power which they, possess, over prostitutes, the temptation
presented by brothels is still more insidious. Every one knows how Mrs. Jefferies
tried to tip Minahan, and how his superiors laughed him to scorn because he did
not take hush money like the rest. The policeman theoretically has no power
over the house of ill fame. But if he chooses he can make it almost impossible
for any brothel to do good business. The police, by simple refusal to accept
yesterday an interpretation of their duty on which they had acted the previous
afternoon, made Northumberland-Street impassable and delayed the publication of
the Pall Mall Gazette by three hours. Anything more scandalous, that was not
openly riotous–for the crowd was very good-humoured–than the scene upon which
Lord Aberdeen, the Hon. Auberon Herbert, and many others, looked down upon from
our office windows yesterday it would be difficult to conceive. Men were flung
bodily through our windows, and had a single door given way the office would
have been looted of every paper it contained.
The police for hours gave us no protection, and did little
or nothing to secure freedom of egress and of exit to our premises. Whatever
may have been the reason it was not until a question was asked in the House of
Commons, and a formal complaint lodged at the Home Office, that the police
abandoned an interpretation of their duty which for the greater part of the day
rendered it impossible for any one to gain access to our premises, or for the
ordinary and legitimate business of a newspaper to be carried on. Now, if the
police can do this in dealing with an influential journal, with powerful
friends in both Houses of Parliament and an immense following in the country,
what can they not do in dealing with a brothel-keeper, who is constantly within
an ace of breaking the law, even if he does not, as a great many of them do,
convert his house into a shebeen? The inevitable result follows. Every brothel
becomes more or less a source of revenue to the policemen on the beat.
"The police are the brothel-keepers' best friends," said an old
keeper to me sententiously. " 'Cos why? They keep things snug. And the
brothel-keepers are the police's best friend, 'cos they pay them."
"How much did you pay the police?" I asked. "£3 a week year in
and year out," he said reflectively, "and mine was only a small
house." I have been told that at one famous house in the East-end the
police allowance is as much as £500 a year, to say nothing of free quarters
when they are wanted, for either the constables or the detectives.
This of course I cannot verify: I can only say that it is a
matter-of common repute in the East, and if Sir Richard Cross wishes to know
the name and the address of the house for purposes of independent inquiry it is
at his service. What is the natural result? An alliance is struck up between
the brothel keeper and the constable. A lady skilled in rescue work, and in a position
to speak authoritatively, told me that if ever she wished to save a girl from a
bad house in the West-end she had to take the greatest care not to allow a
whisper of her intention to reach the ears of the police. "If I do."
she said, "I nearly always find that the keeper has received a warning,
and that the poor girl has been spirited off to some other house." It is
better in the East; but in the West, if you want to circumvent the men whose
crimes I have been exposing, don't tell the police.
THE BLACK SHEEP OF THE FLOCK
Of course there are police and police. Some the best of men,
others very much the reverse. Until Colonel Henderson put his foot down, and
gave his superintendents to understand that the roughs were not to be allowed
to maltreat the processions of the Salvation Army, the difference between a
perfectly peaceful demonstration and a general riot depended almost entirely
upon the goodwill or the reverse of the constable on the beat. Hence an
enormous responsibility depends upon those who are charged with the maintenance
of the high character of the force. Some of the superintendents are excellent
men, and many of the inspectors. Others hardly deserve such praise. Mr.
Charrington, in a letter received this morning, assures me that when he has
gone to try and rescue poor little outraged children the police have done their
best to prevent him. On one occasion he declares two policemen actually handed
him over to the busies from the brothels to be murdered, saying at the same
time they would go round the corner and not see it. "Only a few weeks ago
when some good honest policemen did do their duty and protected me by taking
into custody a man who assaulted me, they were immediately taken away from the
spot and ordered not to go near it, while the scoundrel who did his best to get
him murdered was allowed to remain." An ex-officer of long standing
assured me that "policemen and soldiers between them ruin more girls than
any other class of men in London." From Edinburgh I receive a report from
a City missionary that he met with a case in that city where a gentleman saved
a girl from a policeman who had threatened to run her in unless he might have
his will with her, and, as he adds significantly, for one which we find there
may be many. Many of the police are unmarried men, living in barracks as much
as soldiers, and are no more fit to be invested with absolute control of the
streets, which, after all, are the drawing-room of the poor, than are the
Guards. Sometimes there is a thoroughly bad sheep in the flock, and his
presence corrupts the rest.
A STARTLING STATEMENT
We have received a horrible statement concerning one officer
who was recently in high command in the Metropolitan police–a story so
horrible, both in its central fact and still more as to the tyranny which it
represents, that we for some time hesitated to publish it. Even now, while
promising to communicate to the Home Secretary, in order that the charge may be
strictly investigated, the name of the person accused we merely give the tale
in outline, so incredible does it appear to us, extracted from a written
declaration now before us, which was sworn yesterday before the mayor of
Winchester:–
A.B., an officer of high standing in the force, fifteen
years ago violently seduced his daughter, who was then sixteen years old. Alter
this intercourse had continued some time she left home, but afterwards falling
into distress appealed to her father for help, saying that unless she got
relief she would be compelled to apply to the magistrate. He sent a married
sister to threaten her with imprisonment if she did anything of the kind. I
continue the story in the words of the daughter, who is now a woman of
thirty-one years of age, and engaged to be married to a man named Gibbons.
"On receiving my statement that I would apply to the magistrate, he,
having influence in Scotland-Yard, sent two detectives in plain clothes to my
lodgings, 1, Caledonian-street, King's-cross. I was alone. One of the men set
his back against the door, and they began to intimidate me. They said I was to
write a letter to my father and sign it, declaring that my accusation of him
was untrue. I refused to write and sign any such letter, as it would be a
falsehood. I asked if I could call in Mr. Gibbons, a young man to whom I was
engaged to be married, that he might be present as a witness. They then
threatened me with ten years' imprisonment and Gibbons with five if I did not
write the letter. They had no warrant, but had merely been directed to
intimidate me. They brought some note-paper. I had fainted with fear and
distress. One of the policemen held me up to the table and composed the letter
he wished me to write, and under the threat that they would take me up to
prison there and then they held my hand, and forced me to write the letter. I
told them, when written, that it was every bit false. I fainted again, and they
left me in that condition and went away. I wrote again to my father telling him
that although he had sent these detectives to my room to force me lo write the letter
I'd rather suffer imprisonment to let the truth be known. On the same day that
my father received this letter he applied for his pension, and in a short time
afterwards he retired from the force on a good pension. We applied to a
magistrate in Clerkenwell. He told us he must consult a brother magistrate, and
later he informed us that, considering the position of the gentleman who was
accused, he would rather not have anything to do with the case. Through the
influence of the police reports against Mr. Gibbons were set afloat, and in
consequence he lost his situation as a carpenter. Mr. Gibbons has made his
statement before a public prosecutor." This statement and other documents
relating to the case are, it is said, in the hands of Professor Stuart, M.P.
She further avers that Mr. Benjamin Scott, chairman of the London Committee for
Stopping the Traffic in English Girls, sent persons to verify my story, and
found it to be correct.
Now, if this story be true–and we publish it merely in order
to challenge the most searching inquiry, and if possible to secure its
immediate contradiction –what a piece of wickedness is here exposed to light!
And what security can there be for individual liberty and the protection of
female honour if the police in authority on any beat or in any division should
be capable of such a crime. But it does not need so startling a piece of
evidence as this to show that men, even when helmets are placed on their heads,
are not fit to be trusted with what is practically absolute power over women
who are even weaker and less protected than the rest of their sex. Hence I
regard the excision of the clauses increasing the power of the police over
women in the streets as absolutely necessary.
WHAT, THEN, ABOUT THE STATE OF THE STREETS?
Nothing can be more absurdly exaggerated than the usual talk
about the scandalous state of the streets. Of course Regent-street at midnight
is a grim and soul-saddening sight, and so are one or two other neighbourhoods
that might be named. It may be possible to legislate solely for these quarters
where vice is congested, by treating them as disorderly places, to be cleared
by exceptional powers, only to be brought into exercise by the initiative of
two or more residents in the neighbourhood. But we are against exceptional
powers, even when initiated by private citizens. If any number of people are
really in earnest about abating this scandal, why can they not imitate the
example of the people of St. Jude's, King's-cross, and organize a vigilance
committee? One or two members of this committee appeared to give evidence of
general annoyance, while the police proved the individual acts of solicitation.
That cleared the streets at St. Jude's, and it would clear Regent-street. The
streets belong to the prostitute as much as to the vestryman, and her right to
walk there as long as she behaves herself ought to be defended to the last.
Those who take their places if they are dragooned into the slums are certainly
no more virtuous than the unreclaimed Magdalens of the streets.
As to the extent of the evil of importunate solicitation, I
can bear personal testimony as to the gross exaggeration of the popular notion.
I have been a night prowler for weeks. I have gone in different guises to most
of the favourite rendezvous of harlots. I have strolled along Ratcliff-highway,
and sauntered round and round the Quadrant at midnight. I have haunted St,
James's Park, and twice enjoyed the strange sweetness of summer night by the
sides of the Serpentine. I have been at all hours in Leicester-square and the
Strand, and have spent the midnight in Mile-end-road and the vicinity of the
Tower. Sometimes I was alone; sometimes accompanied by a friend; and the deep
and strong impression which I have brought back is one of respect and admiration
for the extraordinarily good behaviour of the English girls who pursue this
dreadful calling. In the whole of my wanderings I have not been accosted
half-a-dozen times, and then I was more to blame than the woman. I was turned
out of Hyde Park at midnight in company with a drunken prostitute, but she did
not begin the conversation. I have been much more offensively accosted in
Parisian boulevards than I have ever been in English park or English street,
and on the whole I have brought back from the infernal labyrinth a very deep
conviction that if there is one truth in the Bible that is truer than another
it is this, that the publicans and harlots are nearer the kingdom of heaven
than the scribes and pharisees who are always trying to qualify for a passport
to bliss hereafter by driving their unfortunate sisters here to the very real
hell of a police despotism.
Only in one respect would I like to see the powers of the
police strengthened, and that is in exactly assimilating the law as to man and
woman in molestation and solicitation. Why should not the male analogue of a
prostitute – the man who habitually and persistently annoys women by
solicitation – be subject to the same punishment for annoying girls by
offensive overtures as are women who annoy men? It would be a real gain to get
rid of one little bit, however small, of the scandalous immorality of having a
severe law for the weak and a lax law for the strong.
DO THE POLICE KNOW OF THESE CRIMES?
There is one argument that is constantly used, which is
utterly worthless. These things could not have happened, it is said, because
the police would have found them out long ago. The police knew all about them
long ago, but they do not put them down. Here is one fact for the accuracy of
which we can vouch from our own personal knowledge. People doubt the existence
of the firm of procuresses Mdmes. X. and Z., and their delivery of virgins.
What, then, will they say when I tell them, so far from the firm having retired
from business owing to the exposure with which all London is ringing, that
yesterday, with the street all vocal with the cries of newsboys vending the
Pall Mall Gazette's revelations, these worthy women of business delivered over
two of the certified virgins to be seduced, and entered into a further contract
to supply a girl for export to a foreign brothel? Now, do the police know
anything of the transactions of yesterday? If they do not know now, when we
have told them all about it, what value is the argument that facts are not
facts because the police must have found out all about them long ago if they
had been true?
THE POLICE AND THE SECRET COMMISSION
I have often been asked whether, in the course of the six
weeks during which our Secret Commission was investigating, any of its members
were arrested by the police or in any way incommoded in their apparently
criminal transactions by the authorities at Scotland-yard. In no single
instance did we experience the slightest inconvenience from the members of the
force. Experimental contracts were entered into and executed, maidens were
examined and despatched to their destinations, and arrangements made for the
supposed perpetration of similar crimes to those which have excited the horror
and indignation of the public without the slightest interference on the part of
the police. The only case in which any members of the Commission came into
disagreeable proximity with the officers of the Criminal Investigation
Department was very significant of the ease with which an instrument devised
for the protection of the innocent can be converted into a weapon fashioned
ready to the hand of the evil-doer.
One of our trusted agents brought us word that a little
German girl of delicate health, about 16 years of age, who had been brought
over from Cologne by a fraudulent agency, had just been launched upon the
streets. She was said to be in the clutches of a bully who lived upon her
earnings. She was, we were told, deeply distressed at the necessity which drove
her to lead such a life, and we determined at once to rescue her if possible
from, the clutches of the man who had imported her in order to profit by her
ruin. A French procuress in one of the courts, leading out of Leicester-square
undertook to arrange a meeting between the little German girl and myself, presumably,
of course, for an immoral purpose, because if we had avowed our real intention
we should never have set eyes upon the girl. Punctually at the time appointed
the girl was brought to the house of assignation, but as it was impossible to
arrange for her rescue under the eyes of the procuress an excuse was made for
taking her away to a restaurant. The unfortunate young girl, who could only
speak German, told a piteous tale. She was alone in the world, was penniless in
London, was suffering from consumption, and not likely to live more than two
months. She said that she had been three days without food or lodging before
she fell, and her story confirmed our desire to save her.
From the restaurant we took her to a place leading off the
Strand, and awaited the arrival of an excellent Swiss lady, who had arranged to
take the girl, if she was willing, to a comfortable home. When after some delay
this lady arrived, the girl refused to go with her that day. She might call
to-morrow, and would bring her box on Saturday, but go home that night she
must, for she had her rent to pay. So handing over the sovereign which was to
have been her fee, we let her go. On returning home the girl appears to have
spoken of the attempt to get her into a home, and the bully who lived upon her
gains determined to frustrate our designs. And what did he do? He seems to have
gone straight to the police and there laid an information against us imputing
all manner of attempts upon the virtue, liberty, and even the life of "an
innocent little English girl"–who, as it turned out, was then, and is to
this day, a German prostitute walking the Strand. The consequence was that the
next night, when two members of our Commission met again at the same place,
they were startled by the appearance of a detective, and this is what passed:–
The detective took a seat in the room, and confronted my
friend. "Who are you?" he was asked. In answer, he produced his card,
similar to a railway season ticket, inscribed with his name. "I am
Detective-Sergeant––, of the – Division, I have been sent here to elucidate a
case." So saying, he produced a roll of thin foolscap, numbering, perhaps,
six or seven closely written sheets. He was requested to tell us what he
wanted, and read from his blue foolscap, addressing himself to my friend, who
was sitting on the sofa. I do not pretend to give more than the gist of what he
read. He informed us that an old gentleman came here and made an agreement (or
a young girl to be sold to him. It was agreed that a certain young English girl
should pretend to be modest. "English girl," interrupted my
companion, "you know she is a little German prostitute now walking the
Strand." "Well," said he, "the little German prostitute and
the old gentleman met. He seemed to approve after a talk with her, and he was
sufficiently satisfied with his bargain to take her to Gatti's to dinner. They
dined together there, and then she was taken to a house in a street leading off
the Strand. She was taken by the old gentleman into this house, where no
questions were asked, led upstairs, where she found another man. The two tried
to persuade her to take a situation, offered her drugged coffee and sweets,
none of which she would take, and talked to her for a long time, always
endeavouring to persuade her to leave London. Presently a woman came in under
the guise of the habit of a Sister of Mercy. This lady then talked to the girl,
and gave her a Bible, which she tore to pieces, and tried every art to prevail
upon her to accede to the request of the two gentlemen in the room. But it was
all in vain. The girl saw the fiendish design of the disguised nun, and was
eventually allowed to go, having received a douceur for her trouble."
This, so far as I remember, was the gist of what the sergeant read. He then began
to cross-examine my friend. "You need not inculpate yourself, of course,
by answering any of my questions; but I should be obliged if you would tell me
all you know. What did you want with the girl, and why did you wish to entice
her away?" I thought it best to tell the detective nothing, indeed to try
him to the end of his tether by an insolent demeanour and a steady refusal to
aid him or the police in any way. "Would you allow us to consult in
private for five minutes?" I asked. "Certainly; I will retire."
We then agreed to give up my own name with an address where I could be found,
and my address only. The sergeant seemed surprised, as I was not mentioned in
the statement he read. "That is my name and my address. We refuse to tell
you anything. My friend declines to give you either his name and address. Now
do what you can. Take us in charge if you like; we should like nothing
better." " That is final. You will give me no more information,
then?" "No." Having taken the name and address of the willing ––
, Sergeant –– departed, no wiser than he came, and evidently fancying we were a
pair of scoundrels. No blame to him. I should like to say a word for his
politeness and civility under trying circumstances, for we purposely tried his
temper to the utmost. Giving him time to get out, I followed him to see if he
could stand the test of a bribe. I found him in the court talking to the
servant. "Are you going off to report to Mr. Dunlop?" I asked.
"Never mind what I am going to do. I am sorry I cannot introduce you to
him to-night in his official capacity." "I have already the pleasure
of the superintendent's acquaintance." "I dare say," was the
sardonic reply. "May I walk with you a little way?" "If you
please. Are you going to tell me what your fnend wanted with the little girl
?" "Certainly not, you must find out for yourself. But supposing I
had come out to offer you a ten-pound note to say nothing more." "Now
don't you try that game, please, you've got the wrong man." And the sergeant
walked off.
Since then we have heard absolutely nothing more of the
case, and we have much pleasure in stating that the conduct of Detective –– .
was perfect throughout.
THEATRES AND EMPORIUMS
A good deal has been said in the course of these articles
and in the comments based upon the revelations already made as to the
responsibility of the dissolute rich for the ruin of the daughters of the poor.
No mistake would be greater, however, than the assumption that those answerable
for the wide-spread corruption of the working women of London are solely to be
found among the very wealthy and the immoral idlers of the "upper
ten." Their share, no doubt, is great, and greater is their responsibility
for the abuse of privileges granted them for vastly different ends. If, however,
I were asked to describe as by far the most ruinous form of London vice, I
would point, not to fashionable West-end houses, such as that kept by Mrs.
Jeffries, nor to the systematized business of procuration, but rather to
certain of the great drapery and millinery establishments of the metropolis, in
which every year hundreds, if not thousands, of young women are ruined. It is
not my purpose to give names, and I have no wish to do more at present than
indicate one of the most deadly plague spots on the social system. It is
pitiful to think of the number of young girls who have been tenderly trained
and carefully educated at home and at school in our country villages who will
come up to town in the course of the present year only to discover that the
business on which their parents fondly built high hopes as to their future
position in life is little better than an open doorway–a pathway leading to the
hell.
It is said that at a certain notorious theatre no girl ever
kept her virtue more than three months; and that at an equally notorious
business establishment in West London it is rare to find a girl who has not
lost her virtue in less than six months. This may be an exaggeration, of
course. Some theatrical managers are, rightly or wrongly, accused of insisting
upon a claim to ruin actresses whom they allow to appear on their boards; and
it is to be feared that a certain persistent report is not ill founded, and
that the head of a great London emporium regards the women in his employ in
much the same aspect as the Sultan of Turkey regards the inmates of his
seraglio, the master of the establishment selecting for himself the prettiest
girls in the shop. Such an example is naturally followed throughout the whole
warehouse, from top to bottom. I have not been able to devote much time to the
verification of individual cases, but sufficient has come to my knowledge to
justify the assertion that while many houses of business employing hundreds of
women may be and are excellently conducted, others are little better than horrible
antechambers to the brothel. But upon that subject I will not dwell. In Paris,
of course, in many houses it is quite understood that girls accept situations
not so much for the salary, which is insufficient often to pay their lodgings,
as for the opportunities which they furnish for supplementing legitimate
earnings by the wages of sin. A similar system is creeping into some
fashionable shops in London, and when once it obtains a firm bold the mischief
is almost irremediable.
EMPLOYMENT AGENCIES AND SERVANTS' REGISTRIES
It is bad enough when a man kills a sheep for the sake of
its fleece, but it would be worse if the animal were slaughtered solely for its
ears. This is, however, a fair analogy to the case when girls are ruined not
for the sake of the possession of the victim, but solely because an
intermediary can turn a miserable commission by luring them into a position
from which a life of vice is the only exit. In the course of this inquiry it
has come repeatedly under our notice that while many respectable agencies are
carried on, even the most respectable are liable to be abused for vicious
purposes by unscrupulous men and their female agents, and in some cases there
is a suspicion, almost amounting to a certainty, that the agency itself is little
better than an organization for carrying on the business of procuration. When
you find that a notorious keeper of immoral houses occasionally opens a
servants' registry in the intervals when the police have chased her from the
pursuit of her ordinary calling, such suspicion is natural, and, unfortunately,
it is too often the case that persons engaged in a business which should be
beyond reproach have a record more or less immoral, if not, as in some cases,
actually criminal. A sojourn in prison for a felony is hardly a better
preparation for the honest conduct of an employment agency than the keeping of
a disorderly house.
Some of the most scandalous of these agencies are among
those which are reputedly the most respectable. Girls are brought from a distance,
often from abroad, by promises of a situation which does not exist. They pay
their fee and live in continually increasing anxiety either in lodgings
connected with the agency or elsewhere until their little capital is exhausted.
Debt is incurred, against which their box is held as security, and when all
hope disappears the agent who tempted them to London with fair promises of
honest and profitable employment suggests that the only mode of making a
livelihood is to accept their kind service in introducing them to gentlemen or
to keepers of houses who are on the constant look out for respectable young
girls. Only this week one of the most widely-known governess agencies in London
offered me the choice of several poor girls, speaking French and German, to
accompany me as an intimate–too intimate–travelling companion on the Continent
There was no disguise whatever about the purpose for which the girl was wanted.
She had to be young, not more than twenty-two, pretty, lively, and of full
figure, and willing to travel alone with a gentleman, The number of girls whom
this firm is said to have been the means of launching upon the London streets
who would otherwise have lived quietly at home in Belgium, France, Germany, and
Switzerland is I am assured if competent authorities almost incalculable. Other
governess agencies will occasionally do the same thing. They get their profit,
and for them that is sufficient.
THE IMPORT OF FOREIGN GIRLS TO LONDON
London, say those who are engaged in the white slave trade,
is the greatest market of human flesh in the whole world. Like other markets
the traffic consists of imports and exports, and although we have heard a great
deal of late about the exportation of English girls abroad, there is a chapter
quite as ghastly which remains to be written concerning the import of foreign
girls into England. The difference between the two is that in England vice is
free, whereas on the Continent it is a legalized slavery, and that of course is
immense. But so far as the ruin of innocent girls is concerned the compulsion
of poverty and helplessness arising from youth, inexperience, friendlessness,
and absolute ignorance of the language, is quite as tyrannical as the savagery
of the State brothel-keeper and the unfeeling barbarity of the official doctor.
Girls are regularly brought over to London from France, Belgium, Germany, and
Switzerland for the purpose of being ruined. The idea of the men who import
these girls, many of whom are perfectly respectable, is to force them to lead a
life of vice from which they can reap a heavy profit. There is a great colony
of maquereaux in the French quarter whose chief idea of securing an easy
livelihood is to get a girl into their possession, body and soul, to drive her
upon the street, and to live and thrive upon the profits of her prostitution.
Some very remarkable cases of importation have been exposed
by Miss Sterling, the devoted and public-spirited founder of the Edinburgh and
Leith Children's Aid and Refuge. According to the official correspondent,
George N–––, described by the pastor in Hamburg as "the young German
workman who did certainly trade in young girls," got two girls, Annie and
Elise, by the following advertisement in the Reform of Hamburg: "A good
family in Edinburgh, in Scotland, wish to adopt a girl, age nine to twelve
years of age; a child of poor parents or orphan preferred; address letters to
No. 424, Stockbridge Post Office, Edinburgh." After Miss Sterling rescued
these poor children from his clutches, N––– became very violent, and police
protection was afforded Miss Sterling for five months. She was threatened with
death, and went about in fear of her life, her only offence being that she had
rescued two wee bairns from the hand of a slave trader. It is apparently an
organized trade. Much surprise was expressed by the Hamburg Burgomaster that
English law did not deal with such cases, and as late as March 8, 1884, Count Munster referred in terms of
honor to the shocking trade which George N––– and others seem to have been
carrying on for some time. The stewardesses on Currie's steamers are apparently
useful in detecting these offences. The hint ought not to be lost here.
Several times in the course of the present inquiry we have
heard of cases, apparently authentic, in which girls who had been struggling
vainly for weeks against the necessity of seeking a livelihood on the trottoir
had succumbed in some cases only a week, and in others only a day before we
heard of the case. One very painful instance of this nature will never be forgotten
by those engaged in this inquiry. A German girl who had been brought over by
promises of a situation, and then had found herself confronted by the
alternative of starvation or prostitution, was actually brought to the house of
a trustworthy person in order to be placed by us in a place of safety. Some
misunderstanding arose about the time when we should have arrived, and the
girl, timid and mistrustful, took alarm at the arrival of some well-known slave
traders of the colony, left the house, and was immediately carried off by the
maquereaux, who was furious at the thought that his prey might escape him. The
poor girl cast an appealing look to her friend as she was hurried off, but it
was of no avail. "It is high time you were doing something," said her
captor. "You must start at once." That night she was compelled to
receive two visitors, and then she disappeared, as so many others have done,
into the great gulf. No traces of her have we been able again to discover, in
spite of all efforts. During the operations of the Commission we constantly
felt ourselves to be in the position of spectators who watch a shipwreck with
straining eyes, making such endeavours as they can to snatch here and there one
stray swimmer from a watery grave. A rope is thrown into the abyss; it falls a
yard short, and the last chance is gone. The waters close over the strong
swimmer in his agony, and no second opportunity is afforded. Occasionally we
were more fortunate–not indeed in preventing but in rescuing; and in the case of
one victim of this cruellest of all frauds, we took down the following story
from her own lips:–
HOW MARGUERITE WAS RUINED
Marguerite de S–––, a French girl, twenty-one years of age,
formerly a leading dressmaker in a Parisian establishment, whose mother is
dead, and whose father is foreman in a large French warehouse–a person of much
refinement, quick intelligence, and pleasing manners.---–was induced to come to
this country by an advertisement inserted in the Journal des Renseignements,
published by Mdme Pilus, 56, Rue de Richelieu, Paris. This This advertisement
offered a nursery governess's place in England to a respectable French girl,
and answers were were to be addressed to "M.B –––, 33 ––– street, Lambeth
London." M. B–– professed himself to be the head of an employment agency,
for the respectability of which Mdme Palus (sic) vouched "You can put
yourself safely in his hands," she said. Now, this M.B ––– disreputable
even amongt the shadiest characters in the French colony.
He lives in a room for which he pays 3s. 6d. a week rent,
and the furniture of his chamber could probably be purchased for 15s.
Marguerite wrote to M. B––, applying for the situation, and was forwarded a
letter in French, purporting to come from a "Mr. Southern, of Oaley-street,
London," who promised that if she came he would "treat her as one of
the family." This letter was written by a man whom I have seen, who
confesses that he was employed to invent the whole story. There was no
"Mr. Southern" in existence, and when she arrived in London upon the
day agreed upon, the poor girl made a long and trying search for him in vain.
She then betook herself to M. B–––'s room to seek explanations. The man whom
M.B–– employed as his secretary here met her in a state of intoxication, and in
escorting her (as he insisted upon doing) to the London Bridge Hotel, where she
had previously taken a room, he made improper proposals to her which she
indignantly rejected. This the man admits. The next morning M. B––, whom
Marguerite describes as "an exceedingly ill-looking man," visited
her. Telling her she "arrived too late, the vacancy having been filled
up"–she arrived at the time appointed– M. B––– offered to find her another
place in three days if she would give him 10s., and she gave him 7s., the only
English money she had. In the evening he returned to tell her he hoped to get
her a situation, but he feared she was too good-looking for it, as the lady was
of a jealous disposition. Claiming that he had been spending money in her
interests, he got another 2s. On two following days he came with similar
stories with the same result, and at the end of a week she found her small
stock of cash had almost disappeared.
I felt myself (she says) utterly helpless, and knowing no
other person in London I even clung for guidance and help to M. B––, whose
words and behaviour did not inspire me with more confidence than his looks. He
advised me to leave the hotel, and offered to find me a cheap apartment. I
accepted his offer, and removed to a room at 6s. a week at 19, Manners-street,
button-street. Afterwards advertisements appeared on my behalf. There were a
few answers, which B–– gave me to understand were of a trivial or of an immoral
character. On my remarking to B–– that I should soon be without money, he said:
"You have a nice gold watch and chain; but if you want to get a good
advance on them, you must pledge them through me." A day or two before
this he tried to get some more money from me. On my refusing, he presently
informed me that he was about to leave for Paris for a short trip, as he wanted
to find out why Mdme. Pilus kept sending him girls while he had no vacancies
open for them. Before taking leave of me he said he would as a dcrnier devoir
introduce me to the Misses Oppenheim, of Berners-street, as he had every
confidence that those ladies could shortly procure me a nice place. He took me
to their office, and they undertook to find a place for me, but the only
situation they ever offered me was that of a nursemaid. This 1 declined and
never called on them again. B––left for Paris. After being about a month in
London I was visited at my room by a person I had not before met, L––, who I
afterwards learned was really in league with B––. I had the day before pledged
my gold watch and chain, but having paid my landlady and bought some
necessaries, I had spent my money, and really did not know what to do, as I did
not like to let my father know how I was situated. I was, therefore, glad to
see a person who professed the most friendly intentions in my behalf, as did
this L––. He assured me that B–– and C–– M–– had plotted to rob me of my box on
my arrival at Victoria station, as it was there that they expected me. He said
B–– had left in the parcels office a parcel containing nothing more valuable
than old newspapers, and it was arranged that when I deposited my box in that
office, C–– M––should hand to me the ticket given out for this parcel of
newspapers, instead of the one for my box. Then L––declared to me that I was in
the hands of rogues, that there were three of them, and that they were still
conspiring to cheat, rob, and ruin me. You must get out of this house at
once," he said, "for if you remain another day B––will contrive to
steal your box." I was greatly alarmed at hearing all this. He represented
himself as an honest man, and I took him for such. He asked me to go out and
breakfast with him, and I consenting, he took me to a neighbouring restaurant.
During the meal he assured me that I was a nice little woman, and that he
should like to have one just like me. He said he was a merchant, and could earn
£5. He offered to take an apartment for me, more suitable than the one 1 was
in. He said he would take me to his own apartments, which were in a house kept
by a married couple, but he took me instead to apartments in a house kept by a
maquereau and his woman, in Poland-street. As soon as I had taken possession of
these apartments he unmasked himself, telling me I should have to pay £2 a week
for the lodgings, ,£1 5s, for my board, and £1 5s. for his own board,
Altogether ,£4 10s. I asked him how 1 was to find the money? "Oh," he
said, "of course you must see gentlemen." When I indignantly refused
to prostitute myself in order to keep him, he gave me a severe beating. He
struck me on the neck and on the head. I shrieked and he left the room, which
was ever afterwards closed against him. The maquereau and his woman took my
part. But I had brought my box and all my things to their house; I had no
money, and there was only one way of paying my way and of saving my things. The
lady of the house said she could introduce me to a nice gentleman, who would
pay me well. I saw there was no other way of extricating myself from my
difficulties, so I consented, and I fell. After staying one week at this place
I removed to 142, S––street, where I stayed a fortnight, and then to 129, in
the same street, which was kept by the same proprietor. 1 stayed at this last
place four months, paying only 27s. 6d. a week. 1 then removed to 156,
W––street, Pimlico, where I was staying when I was rescued.
One of our Commissioners interviewed B–––, and he not only
acknowledged the frauds which he has committed in bringing French girls over,
but he also offered to bring over a French girl for our Commissioner provided
we advanced 10s. for the preliminary expenses and paid him £5 on delivery of
the parcel. His method was to advertise in a Normandy family newspaper,
promising excellent situations to be procured through his agency. This man is
still at work.
THE FOREIGN EXPORT TRADE
There is not much need to say much about the foreign traffic
in English girls, thanks to the labours of Mr. Scott's committee, and the
admirable report of Mr. Snagge, which Sir W, Harcourt seems to have forgotten,
beyond this–it is the supreme development, the superlative and climax of the
possibilities of blank and irremediable temporal damnation which a girl
inherits who allows herself to be seduced. Prostitution in England is
Purgatory; under the State regulated system which prevails abroad it is Hell.
The foreign traffic is the indefinite prolongation of the labyrinth of modern
Babylon, with absolute and utter hopelessness of any redemption. When a girl
steps over the fatal brink she is at once regarded as fair game for the slave
trader who collects his human "parcels " in the great central mart of
London for transmission to the uttermost ends o the earth. They move from stage
to stage, from town to town–bought exchanged, sold–driven on and ever on like
the restless ghosts of the damned, until at last they too sleep "where the
wicked cease from troubling and the weary are at rest."
RECRUITS IN THE PROVINCES
If any say that the foreign traffic has ceased, they deceive
themselves. Only last week a sample lot of three "coils," or parcels,
left the region of Leicester-square for Belgium. Two of them are now in
Antwerp, one in Brussels. A much larger consignment is expected shortly. The
bagmen of this international traffic are now in the provinces. They say that
the London girls have been frightened by the recent exposure of what comes of
going abroad. They got three with difficulty. In the provinces they will pick
them up more easily. In London they could only get three; in the country they
hope to get three dozen. They are recruiting now. The next consignment may
start to-morrow night, but of that I have not yet positive information.
The work of inquiring into the ramifications of this new
slave trade was the most dangerous part of the investigations. The traffic is
almost entirely in the hands of ex-convicts, who know too well the discomforts
of the maison correctionelle to stick at any trifles which might remove an
inconvenient witness or help them to escape conviction. It was at first a new
sensation for me to sit smoking and drinking with men fresh from gaol in the
"snug" of a gin palace, and asking as to the precise cost of
disposing of girls in foreign brothels. One excellent trader who dwells in such
odour of sanctity as can come from having his headquarters within
archiepiscopal shade kindly undertook to dispose of a mistress of whom it was
supposed that I wished to rid myself before my approaching marriage by
depositing her without any ado in a house of ill-fame in Brussels. For this
considerable service he would only charge £10. Another agent eagerly competed
for the job, and was ready to put it through straight if the other had held
back. With a heroism and self-sacrifice worthy of the sainted martyrs a pure
and noble girl volunteered to face the frightful risks of being placed in the
Belgian brothel if it was thought necessary to complete the exposure. "God
has been with me hitherto," said she: "why should He forsake me if in
His cause I face the risks? Surely He will take care of me there as well as
here." I would not sanction so terrible an experiment. But that there are
women capable of such sublimity of devotion to the cause of their outraged and
degraded sisters tends to relieve, as by a ray of Heaven's light, the darkness
of this awful hell.
AN INTERVIEW WITH AN EX-SLAVE TRADER
This week I had a long interview with John, the S–––, who
had within the last few weeks returned to London from a
prolonged–involuntary–sojourn in his native Belgium. This worthy has long had a
high reputation among the exporters of English girls, not only because of his own
exploits, but still more because of those of his wife, an Irishwoman, who is
now practising as procuress for foreign brothels in the city of Manchester. In
April, 1881, John, the S––, was convicted in the Belgian courts of felony and
excitement to debauchery, and condemned to six years' imprisonment in the
Maison Correctionnelle at Ghent. He was released last April, one year of his
sentence being remitted for good behaviour. John is a man who, if well fed and
cared for, would be of remarkable, and even commanding, presence. Now he is
somewhat broken down, but his countenance is striking, and his grey hair gives
him an interesting appearance. We met in a restaurant in the Strand, where we
had a long and confidential conversation upon the trade in English girls–a
profession which he declares he has now for ever abjured. He has had too much
plank bed and bread and water, he says, and having reformed he had no objection
to talk very freely concerning the business of exportation.
To what extent," I asked, "do you think English
girls leave this country for foreign houses of prostitution?"
John did not reply offhand. He began an elaborate
calculation as to the numbers of brothels in Brussels, Antwerp, Lille,
Boulogne, and Ostend in which, to his own knowledge, English girls had been
placed. Alter a while he said: "I can only speak for Belgium and the North
of France. I know nothing of the supply to Bordeaux, Paris, Holland, and the
rest of the Continent. But I should think that, on an average, to these places
which 1 have named twenty English girls are in the habit of going every
month."
That is about 250 par annual, a large figure. How many of
these are prostitutes before they start ?"
About one in three, I should think. Two-thirds of them think
they are going to situations, and only learn their fate when they are safely
within the brothel. Even then the truth is broken to them by degrees. The
English girl is placed alone in the midst of foreign women, who are carefully
tutored not to excite her suspicions until she is broken in. Then, little by
little, she is allowed to see where she is, and she comes to accept her fate as
inevitable, and submits."
Don't you think an export of 250 girls per annum is rather
large when you take into account the small area which they supply?"
"No," said he; "I think not. Girls do not as
a rule stay very long in one house. They are constantly being exchanged and
passed on from brothel to brothel, so that there is no knowing how far into the
interior of the Continent they may ultimately make their way. They begin in
Belgium and the North of France, and are worked gradually inland."
"How many English girls do you regard as the ordinary
complement of the houses which you used to supply?
"One or two is the ordinary rate. I should say that the
normal number of English girls in Brussels is twenty to thirty. In Antwerp they
are much more numerous. I should say that you would find little difficulty in
finding four or five English girls in twenty houses in Antwerp. Possibly there
are altogether a hundred English girls in Belgian houses of ill fame at this
moment. That of course is more or less of a guess on my part. I have no
statistics, but that is what I should expect from what I know of the houses and
their habits."
"How are these houses supplied?"
"It is a regular business. I was only in it in a small
way. In fact, I only took abroad eleven girls in all, not including those which
my wife sent. Of these I took five to Brussels, three to Antwerp, two to
Boulogne, and one to Lille. But my experience is a fair sample of the larger
traders'. I was paid so much a girl by the keeper of the house, provided that
on arrival she passed her examination as a healthy subject. If she was diseased
and had to be sent into the hospital I lost my money. The keepers used to
promise that if they came out cured, and entered their houses, they would pay
me my commission; but they never did," said he, with a sigh over the
dishonesty of the keepers.
"What was the usual commission?"
"I have had as much as £10 (250f.), but out of that I
had to pay expenses of collection and delivery."
"Are these heavy?"
"Oh, no," said he, "railway and steamboat
fare and a few expenses. My wife would go out into the street, and pick up
girls– they might either be prostitutes anxious for a change, servant girls out
of work, or shop girls. I always told them where they were going to, but others
I dare say were less particular. It is very simple. You get the girl to listen
to you, and you can persuade her to anything. If they were not as silly as they
are, they would never believe you. But they swallow anything. You tell them
they will have good situations, fine clothes, liberty to go to the theatre,
high wages, and all the inducements which would enable a sharp girl to smell a
rat. But they are not sharp girls; they swallow the bait like gudgeons, and off
they go."
"How do they go?"
"By Dover to Ostend for the most part. Sometimes the
woman of the house comes to Dover to receive them. She takes good care of them
after she gets hold of them."
"What are the difficulties in the way of the
trade?" "(1.) The possibility that some stewardess or Englishwoman on
board the Ostend steamer may get into conversation with the girls, and warn
them where they are being taken. If girls get to know that on board, the
consignee would be aghast, and the parcel would never reach its destination.
(2.) If they are safely landed without having their suspicions aroused, there
is a danger that they may take alarm alter they land, when they could make it very
disagreeable for us if they communicates with the police. The Belgian police
would always befriend the girls, but then, you see, the police speak no
English, the girls no French. The interpreting is usually carried on by the
keeper, and she takes good care to make the most of her advantage. (3.) After
the girls are delivered at their destination they may be got out if any friend
appeals to the Procureur du Roi. The English Consuls are not much good. But the
Procureur du Roi is bound by law to release any English girl detained in a
brothel against her will, even if she has not paid her debt."
"Why, then, do girls remain?"
"They cannot easily summon the Procureur, and then when
the opportunity occurs it is so easy to deceive a girl, to make her drunk, or otherwise
to spoil her chance of escape. Sometimes girls complain very bitterly,
especially at the official surgical inspection. English girls do not like that,
and there have been cases where they have resisted it violently. You see in
England girls are so free. Belgium is not so free as England, but it is better
than France. In the French provincial brothels there is very little liberty.
Girls are constantly being changed. Sometimes one girl will be in three or four
houses in one year."
"Who are the chief exporters now?"
"F–––– has gone to Liverpool, a fine field for picking
up girls. My wife is in Manchester, Alfred of the beautiful teeth and some
half-dozen others are in London. K–––, P–––, C––––, C––––, and R–––, all
Belgians, are all in the business. The export of little girls of thirteen or
fourteen for Continental brothels is chiefly in the hands of a woman named
Kate. I do not know who supplies the infants of eight and nine. Most of these
agents will place any girl entrusted to them in a foreign brothel, but I–no,
not for a thousand pounds! If you want to stop the trade, place a trustworthy
person on board steamer to warn the girls, and get some one to see to it that
the Procureur du Roi does his duty. That would cut the trade up by the roots so
far as it is carried on in unwilling girls."
AN INTERVIEW WITH "A PARCEL" SHIPPED TO BORDEAUX
The following is the story of one who, for no lofty motive
but from the dire compulsion of adverse destiny, was doomed for three years and
nine months to sojourn in a foreign brothel. This person had spent nearly four
years in a house of ill-fame" in Bordeaux, where she had been placed by a
scoundrelly Greek who once kept a cigar shop in a street leading off
Regent-street, and who took her and three others over from London on the
assurance that he would find them good situations either as barmaids or in
gentlemen's families. Her story, which is confirmed in many details by her
husband, whom she rejoined after her prolonged sojourn in the south of France,
is fairly typical of the way in which the foreign slave trade is worked:–
It is now nearly six years since (said Mrs. M––), after my
husband's prolonged ill health had brought our little household to the verge of
destitution that I left him to make my living. One of my friends, an English
girl in an honest situation, told me that a certain Greek, whose address she
mentioned, was anxious to take her and other three girls to Bordeaux, where he
could find them excellent situations as soon as they arrived. I was unhappy owing
to the quarrel with my husband, and I grasped the suggestion that I should go
with her to Bordeaux as affording the means of escaping from the associations
and sufferings with which I was so painfully familiar in London. I saw the
Greek, and he convinced me that he was quite able to fulfil his promise and
place me. In a good situation if I would only put myself in his hands.
Foolishly enough, for 1 had not learned wisdom by painful experience, I
consented to go with my friend and two others. Our names were Mary Hanson, aged
twenty, Rosina Marks, whose age I don't remember, Anna Giffard, a dressmaker,
aged twenty-five, and myself, Amelia M––, but I went by the name of Amelia
Powell. We were all taken down lo St. Katharine's Dock, and placed on board a steamer
bound for Bordeaux. We left London on a Thursday night in February or or March
of 1879, and arrived in Bordeaux on Sunday, about seven in the evening. From
the steamer we were taken direct, suspecting nothing, to the house of Mdme.
Suchon, 36, Rue Lambert, which we believed to be an hotel, or the house of the
friend to whom the Greek was about to introduce us; but the landlady was very
kind, and we felt convinced that the Greek was a man of his word. On Monday,
however, a cruel awakening awaited us. Our own clothes were taken away, and we
were tricked out with silk dresses and other finery. Before that, however, we
were taken to a doctor. We were alarmed at this, and protested, but
unfortunately we could speak no French, and the doctor was almost as ignorant
of English. What were we to do? We were alone in a strange land; the man who
had taken us over had disappeared. We were absolutely at the mercy of the
keepers of the house. After the examination the mistress gave us the fine
clothes I have spoken of, and insisted that very night, after giving us
champagne, upon introducing us to gentlemen. I objected, and declared that I
should leave. "You can't do that," said the landlady, "because
you are indebted to me eighteen hundred francs." "Eighteen hundred francs?"
said I. "Why, I have not been in the house two days." "Oh, you
forget," said she ; "you have to pay the cost of your commission for
being brought over, and the price of the silk dress you are wearing." That
is the regular rule, as I afterwards learned. Girls are brought from England
under the belief that they are going to a pleasant situation, and then they are
consigned to one of the houses at so many pounds per head. This purchase-money
or commission, which varies from £10 upward, is entered against the girl as a
debt to her landlady. That, however, is not the worst. They equip you in fine
clothes, which they insist upon you taking, and then debit you with twice their
value, running up in this way a debt of perhaps 1,800 f. I was told that I must
be a good girl, and do as they wished me to, and I would soon earn sufficient
money to get back to my husband, but if I did not I would never see him again.
I may mention that I told the doctor that I was a married woman. "Where is
your husband?" he said, and proceeded without further notice with my
examination. It was some time before I could reconcile myself to receiving
gentlemen, but what weighed with me was that unless I consented I should never
earn sufficient money to pay off my debt and return to London. In order to
raise funds I was submissive, and being then young and attractive I earned my
money in less than six months. Of course none of that money actually remains
with you. It is entered to your credit in the books of the establishment, and
the theory is that when you have worked off your debt you are free to go, but
the keeper takes very good care that you shall never work off your debt. When
the account shows that you have only four or five hundred francs against you
the mistress sets to work to induce you, by cozening, cajoling, or absolute
fraud, to accept other articles of clothing. Thus you go on month after month.
"How long did you stay there?" "Three years and nine
months." "And why in the world did you not communicate with your
husband?" "We were never allowed to send letters out of the house.
Letters were allowed to come in after they had been read by the mistress, but
no replies were ever permitted. Sometimes we used to try and send messages by
English sailors who used to visit us, but never any answer came. There were
seventeen girls in the house, which was a large one, the entry being three
francs. Ours was a middle-class house as distinguished from the low class one,
the entrance to which is one franc, and the fashionable house in Rue Berguin,
where the entrance fee is ten francs and only four girls are kept. When I was
there an English girl called S––, who was said to be the daughter of a
coach-builder in the Edgware-road, died. A sum stood on the book as due to the
house, and when a brother came over from London to take her dead body home for
burial, the mistress refused to allow the corpse to be removed until the debt
was paid. She had been taken from England to Spain and had been bought or
exchanged from the Spanish house to the one in Bordeaux where she died. One of
the English girls who came out with me–Mary Hanson–was sold off to South
America. When I say sold I mean that an agent who was picking up girls arranged
to pay her debt, and took her off with him to the new world. She assented, as
girls always do when they have been long in one house, and see no prospect of
paying their debt, for those who want to remove them always hold out
inducements that they will be able to buy their liberty much sooner in the new
place to which they are going." "Do you know any girls who have ever
bought their liberty?" "No. We are always trying and trying, but we
never succeed, although we have earned sufficient money over and over again to
pay for all that has been spent upon us, but every artifice is used by the
keepers, as I have explained, to hold us in their power. Drink is a potent
agency and easily used." "How many English girls were there in the
house of Mdme. Suchon? Two; but we used to meet with others who were in other
houses in the town at the visite when we went to see the doctor at the public
building in the Rue Graffe on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays. Mary Hanson
came round to bid us good-bye before she went to South America."
"Could she not have made her escape when visiting?" "She was not
alone. We were never allowed out except in company with the mistress."
"How was it, then, that you got free?" "A gentleman from
Toulouse took a fancy to me, paid off all my debts, and gave me money to pay my
passage to London. Otherwise I should have been thereto this day."
"What English girl did you leave in the house?" "Poor Rosina
Marks, who cried very piteously when I came away." 'How lucky you are,
Amelia,' she said; 'as for me, I shall never be able to pay my debt, and shall
die here.'" "Is Rosina there still?" "To the best of my
belief, but of course she is never allowed to write, and all that I know is
that she was there two years ago, and I have never heard of her death. Her
family were publicans in Southampton, and her father was employed at Squire ––
near that town. A very timid girl was Rosina, and madame used to bully her
fearfully. I have often wished that something could be done to get her out, but
there seems no chance."
Some one should try to do something for poor Rosina–if she
be still alive and is still at Bordeaux. But who knows? She may be dead, or
sold to Spain or elsewhere, or, like many others, she may have drunk away her
reason and her senses. There are plenty more going the same road. Every now and
then we hear of the mysterious disappearance of girls. Boys, although much more
adventurous, do not disappear in this way. The inference is plain. There have
been the cases from West Ham, the case of the girl Hearnden, at Folkestone, the
case of the granddaughter of a correspondent on the south coast, who has
written to us imploring to know whether we can help her to tidings of her
vanished child. Now that the silence has been broken we shall hear of many
such, and regret their endless multiplication. The one safeguard is publicity,
publicity, publicity. And all who attempt to silence the voice of warning must
share the guilt of those upon one small portion of whose crimes it is our proud
privilege to have turned a little of the wholesome light of day.
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