FRED THE RIPPER

Frederick Deeming with a moustache drawn on the image in ink, Victoria Police Museum

Could he have been ‘Jack the Ripper? The remarkably evil life of Frederick Deeming is one of the most chilling stories of Australian, and global, crime. Even if he did not commit the Whitechapel murders of 1888, his known slayings make him one of the worst serial killers of the nineteenth century.

Beaten by his unstable father and imbued with fear of damnation by his God-obsessed mother, Frederick Bailey Deeming got off to a bad start in life almost as soon as he was born in Leicestershire, England in 1853. He was already known as ‘Mad Fred’ when he went to sea around the age of sixteen and soon became a cunning criminal. Fraud and false pretences were his favoured offences, though he also thieved from time to time.[i]

With an ability to turn on the charm and a persuasive way with words, the ruggedly handsome young sailor with blue eyes, fair hair and a ginger moustache had little trouble forming serious relationships with respectable women. In 1881 he married Marie James in England. By the middle of the next year he was in Sydney where he had jumped ship and started work as a plumber and gas fitter. By the time Marie arrived to join him he had already served a six-week sentence for stealing gas-burners. The couple would have four children over the next few years during which Deeming briefly ran his own plumbing business until he was declared bankrupt and serving two weeks for committing perjury. In January 1888 he turned up, alone, in Cape Town, South Africa where, using the alias Henry Lawson, he conducted several successful swindles.

Back in England in 1890, and still calling himself Henry Lawson, Deeming bigamously married Helen Matheson, using the proceeds of a fraud to pay for the wedding. Soon after, he had to quickly leave the country and escaped to Uruguay, South America. He was later arrested there, returned to England and given nine months in prison for fraud, though he  avoided any charge of bigamy.

After release in 1891, Deeming took another alias, Albert Williams, and rented a house in Rainhill, Lancashire. By this time, his deserted wife and children had tracked him down and Marie revealed her husband’s bigamy to Helen. Apparently too embarrassed at the social stigma this would bring upon her, Helen did not inform the authorities. Deeming, now fearing what else Marie night reveal about him, made an elaborate pretence of reconciliation and convinced her and the children to join him at Rainhill. It was a fatal error.

Shortly after the reconciliation ‘Williams’, now posing as an army officer, married for a third time. The unlucky woman was Emily Mather who, after the expensive wedding, sailed with her new husband to India where he said he had a posting. But Deeming changed the arrangements and the newlyweds went to Melbourne instead. Here they rented a house in Windsor. Always ostentatious, even if mostly with other peoples’ money, the outwardly charming ‘Druin’, as Deeming was now styling himself, soon became well known in the suburb. But in January 1892, he and his third wife disappeared.

Now, a chain of events began that would lead to Deeming’s eventual downfall. The next tenant in the Windsor house complained of a foul smell in the premises. A hearthstone in the bedroom was pulled up to reveal Emily’s badly decomposed remains. She had been beaten around the head and her throat slashed. In the house police also found a copy of the invitation to the wedding banquet of A O Williams and Helen. 

In a little over a week, the police tracked Deeming down to the Western Australian mining town of Southern Cross where he was calling himself Baron Swanston and posing as an engineer. After murdering Emily he had committed some further frauds and sailed to Sydney. There the apparently personable murderer soon convinced another young woman to become his fiancée. He then left for Western Australia, arranging with her to follow him when he was settled.

Deeming’s arrest ignited what would become a national and international press sensation. An English journalist used details from Australian sources to backtrack Deeming to his previous rented premises in Lancashire. The authorities there were prompted to investigate. Under the kitchen floor they found the bodies of Marie and the four children, all with their throats cut. The enormity of Deeming’s crimes was now apparent. 

The press certainly thought so and went into one of the regular ‘feeding frenzies’ that have become all too familiar since. A kind of mass public hysteria arose, known as ‘Deemania’. The accused  was called ‘a human tiger’ and his actions dubbed ‘the crime  of the century’. He would also be described, inaccurately, as ‘ape-like’ and a forensic expert would later claim that his skull was similar to that of a gorilla.[ii]

Although entitled to the presumption of innocence, Deeming was effectively tried and found guilty in the newspapers of the English-speaking world. He was tried for the murder of Emily under the name of ‘Williams’. His defence, which included Alfred Deakin, destined to be an early Australian Prime Minister, argued that the accused had been denied a fair trial, which was probably true. Deeming was almost certainly an epileptic, having suffered from fits for much of his life. He may also have been a schizophrenic fantasist who actually became the identities he invented as he committed his crimes. But after an unwise address to the jury from the dock and some unconvincing psychiatric testimony, he was quickly found guilty and sentenced to death. 

After being refused leave to appeal by the Privy Council, Edward Bailey Deeming, alias Albert Williams and at least four other pseudonyms, was hanged on 23 May 1892. Always a poser, he walked to the gallows smoking a cigar. His last words were reportedly ‘Lord, receive my spirit’. Outside the prison wall, twelve thousand people assembled to await the news that the monster was dead.

His death was celebrated in an English children’s street rhyme based on the then popular belief that Deeming was Jack the Ripper:

On the twenty-first of May,
Frederick Deeming passed away;
On the scaffold he did say —
“Ta-ra-da-boom-di-ay!”
“Ta-ra-da-boom-di-ay!”
This is a happy day,
An East End holiday,
The Ripper’s gone away.[iii]

Deeming was undoubtedly guilty of the horrendous murders of  his children and two wives, with the likely intent to kill another. But could he have been ‘Jack the Ripper?

In the overheated press speculations on the case, the fact that Deeming’s movements in 1888 were murky, together with the grisly nature of his crimes, led to speculation that he might have been the Whitechapel killer. Some credibility was attached to the claim when Deeming told fellow prisoners that he was the ripper and also expressed a murderous dislike of women. This was based on his venereal infection, probably of syphilis, contracted from a prostitute during his extensive travels. When directly questioned about this on the eve of his execution, deeming refused to confirm or deny the possibility.

But the theory has so many flaws that it is taken seriously by very few.[iv] A major problem is that Deeming’s murders bore little resemblance to the butchery of most of the Whitechapel victims. Nor were the women he killed prostitutes. Unlike the Whitechapel murderer, Deeming was not known to have taken trophies of his victims. Finally, wherever Deeming was during those bloody months of 1888 – probably South Africa – there is no evidence that he was anywhere near London, let alone the east end.

But there is no doubt that he slew Emily, the crime for which he eventually hanged, and that he also killed Marie and his children. He never confessed to any of these murders but while in prison during the lead up to his trial and as he awaited execution, Deeming wrote his autobiography, later destroyed, and poetry, which included the lines:

The Jury listened well to the yarn I had to tell, 

But they sent me straight to hell.

Deeming’s death mask

From Australia’s Most Infamous Criminals


[i] Barry O. Jones, ‘Deeming, Frederick Bailey (1853–1892)’, Australian Dictionary of Biography, National Centre of Biography, Australian National University, https://adb.anu.edu.au/biography/deeming-frederick-bailey-5940/text10127, published first in hardcopy 1981, accessed online 26 July 2022.

[ii] The Argus, 25 January 1930, p. 6.

[iii] Larry S Barbee, ‘Frederick Bailey Deeming’, Jack the Ripper Casebook, https://www.casebook.org/ripper_media/book_reviews/non-fiction/cjmorley/48.html, accessed July 2022.

[iv] Over fifty books have been written about Deeming, often revolving around the unlikely belief that he was Jack the Ripper. See Worldcat Identities, ‘Deeming, Frederick Bailey 1853-1892, https://worldcat.org/identities/lccn-n2007021186/, accessed July 2022.

SING A SONG OF JACK THE RIPPER

Five millions of people cannot rest in their bed,

The murderer’s knife seems to hang o’er their head,

This demon is hiding in a mysterious way,

Pray Heaven the villain is taken today.

These verses are from one of a number of street, or ‘broadside’, ballads produced about the Whitechapel murders, perpetrated by someone known only as ‘Jack the Ripper’. 

When the Ripper first struck, London’s east end was already a byword for depravity and crime. From its origins and later development into a seething dockland and sailortown the district was rookery of sin which frequently proved everybody right about the bad things it was commonly said to spawn. But this was something especially grotesque.

Perhaps twenty minutes before 4am on 31 August 1888, a passing workman discovered the still warm body of  ‘Polly’ Nichols in Buck’s Row, not far from Bethnal Green. It was a dreadful sight. Her head was almost severed by a savage slash through the throat and her abdomen was deeply gashed with a very sharp instrument.  Her dress was pulled up to her waist, possibly related to her work as a prostitute. The attending surgeon noted a wine glass and a lot of blood in the gutter.

‘Polly’ was the street name of Mary Ann Nichols. She was forty-three years old, though looked ten years younger, and stood just over five feet tall with greying brown hair and grey eyes. An alcoholic, Polly was seen staggering drunk an hour earlier and spoke of her intention to find a client to pay for her night’s doss.

Eight days later, another dead prostitute was found. Annie Chapman has been sliced up much like Polly Nichols, but this time the killer had removed and taken away some internal organs. Alongside her right shoulder lay her small intestine. The uterus and part of the bladder had been removed. The mutilated remains lay in a yard in Hanbury Street and were discovered just before 6am. The attending surgeon thought the horrific wounds must have been inflicted by someone with ‘great anatomical knowledge’.

On 30 September, the remains of ‘Long Liz’ Stride and Catherine Eddowes are found. Swedish-born Stride, 45 years old, has her throat sliced open. She is not mutilated, unlike poor Catherine, whose body is not far away in Mitre Square. In her forties and just five feet tall, her intestines have been sliced out and placed over her right shoulder; the killer has taken a kidney for a souvenir, or worse, along with her uterus. Many of her other organs are also mutilated, including her lower eyelids. When the remains arrive at the mortuary, ‘A piece of deceased’s ear dropped from the clothing’.

These murders were committed in the streets, giving the killer little time to perform whatever dark urges drove him. The next one took place in a lodging house bed in Miller’s Court. With no one to disturb him the serial murderer now dubbed ‘Jack the Ripper’ thoroughly mutilated twenty-five-year-old Mary Kelly, scattering most of her body parts around her and on the bedside table. Both her breasts had been removed.

Several other women had been murdered in the Whitechapel area before Polly Nichols died. The circumstances of their deaths were not the same as those of the five women who are generally accepted as bona fide Ripper victims, but the press, the police and the public all speculated about a serial killer at work in the area. And there were other murders after the death of Mary Kelly, fueling a hysteria and a macabre mystery that persists to the present. These events were also featured in several street ballads. 

The ballad business was in decline by now, finally bested by the superior technology and more effective distribution of newspapers and the sensational ‘penny blood’ magazines. But by the following year, if not long before, at least two Ripper ballads were being sold in Scotland, where a couple of gents were regaled by a ballad seller on his route to Inverness with no less than two classics of the genre. ‘The Demon Jack the Ripper’ focused on the fate of the last victim:

“The demon Jack the Ripper,

Has begun his work once more,

His hate for women is bitter,

He delights in human gore,

The last victim Mary Kelly,

But twenty-six year of age,

Has been served much worse by London’s curse,

You will say I will engage.

Chorus

The demon Jack the Ripper,

Is at work once more,

In Spitalfields Mary Kelly he killed

and left her in her gore.

The rough and ready verses gave a fair account of the state of Mary’s remains:

In the room where she was living.

Her naked body was found,

The Ripper no clue was giving

To those who lived around.

Her body was cut in pieces,

And portions taken away,

Her flesh ’tis shown stripped from her bones,

A terrible sight she lay.

There were some details of Mary’s Irish background and how she ‘fell into shame when to London she came’. Finally, the ballad voiced the question on every mind – when were the police – now considering the use of bloodhounds – going to catch the Ripper?

Where’s the noted bloodhounds,

That such wonders were to do,

That Jack the Ripper is not found

It must seem strange to you.

The authorities in London,

must adopt some more secret plan

Without bloodhounds to hunt him down

For he must be Satan and not a man.

The other song offered by the peddler was ‘The London Murderer’, a catalogue of the Ripper’s crimes and their instant notoriety:

This murderous history has spread thro’ the world.

Of all these poor women to Eternity hurled.

Again, the question why ‘the great men of our modern times’ ‘fail to discover these cowardly crimes’ and the fear in the streets:

Five millions of people cannot rest in their bed,

The murderer’s knife seems to hang o’er their head,

This demon is hiding in a mysterious way,

Pray Heaven the villain is taken today.

The world has ne’er known such cruelty before,

Not even abroad on some savage shore,

Tho’ for a time this monster may flee,

Burnt at the stake this fiend ought to be.

The ballad seller was rewarded with the sale of a shillings-worth of his stock, and a nice tip from his listeners. [1] His songs perfectly reflected the combined fascination with the grisly murders and the fear they produced in the streets of London and much further afield. And they probably helped it to multiply and spread.


[1] From The Inverness Courier, 15 February 1889. See also Paul Slade’s excellent Planet Slade site for more on murder ballads and much more besides at http://www.planetslade.com/index.html. Interestingly, Catherine Eddowes may have been involved with the street ballad trade herself in and around her hometown, see

https://www.casebook.org/victims/eddowes.html