A very different sort of Balfour

Everyone — well, almost everyone — knows that in 1895, while The Importance of Being Earnest was packing in the punters at the St James’s Theatre, Oscar Wilde was foolish enough to take the Marquess of Queensberry to court for libelling him as a ‘posing somdomite’. The noble lord’s spelling mistake occasioned history’s most famous ‘[sic]’, and Oscar, subsequently shown to be exactly what his accuser claimed, with or without the redundant ‘m’, went to his martyrdom on the Reading treadmill.

While the jury was still stretching its eyes over details such as Bosie’s roseleaf lips, the sexual availability of telegraph boys and the ‘map of Ireland’ on the sheet of a Savoy Hotel bed, a prisoner of a very different kind was being charged at Bow Street in preparation for a trial which convulsed the nation quite as powerfully as the Wilde case. The accused was a portly gentleman with a beard and a wideawake hat, who seemed remarkably cheerful in the face of charges which included absconding from England while in possession of banknotes and defrauding his own investment trusts to the tune of £21,000.