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Speaker 3www.propertyassurance.com or call 1-800-544-3255. In 1935, however, Sydney's peaceful coastal charm was shattered by a grotesque discovery at the Coogee Aquarium that was anything but normal. A captured tiger shark put on public display vomited up a human arm. Severed, tattooed, and unmistakably torn. What began as a curiosity, quickly spiralled into a chilling murder mystery involving gangsters, betrayal, and a body that was never found. This is Dark Histories, where the facts are worse than fiction. dumped into the pool, but after the Hobsons had got their pump going and a few fish were thrown in to feed it, it was soon stalking the perimeter of the tank, looking suitably menacing. The shark's superficial recovery was good timing too, as Anzac Day was being celebrated just a few days later. Australia's National Day of Remembrance drew huge crowds to Coogee Beach, with groups of people gathering on the sands in a cluster that was upwards of 300,000, and they were all there to see the annual parade. Charlie and Bert's aquarium was, of course, having an absolute field day, with the newest, biggest ever shark the star of their show. The problem was, the shark was not doing especially well. As with all sharks that found themselves in the Coogee Aquarium, their lifespans were extremely short. Bert and Charlie were not particularly bothered by this high turnover, there was always more sharks in the sea they figured, but dying in front of the Anzac Day crowd would definitely have been a bad look. Things seemed to hit a peak at around 4.30 in the afternoon, when the shark drew idle before thrashing its tail and then sinking to the bottom of the pool. For a moment, the shark seemed to be lifeless, and then, to just about everyone's surprise, instead of dying, it puked, filling the pool water with a scum of rats, birds, various pieces of smaller sharks, and drawing genuine shock amongst the onglockers when it also produced a human arm. Bert quickly grabbed a long hook and snagged the limb, pulling it over to the side of the pool, whilst Charlie ran and contacted the police, as the crowds were herded away from the aquarium. Despite the national holiday, officials landed on the scene relatively quickly, with Detective Constable Frank Head and Constable John Mannion arriving just as Bert was fishing the arm out of the water. Detached from the shoulder and covered in two deep lacerations, one of the first things that they noticed was that the shark was not yet in the water. The shark was not yet in the water. The only thing they noticed about the arm was a frayed piece of cheap-looking rope that had been tied into a knot around the wrist, along with a tattoo of what seemed to be two boxers squaring up to one another on the forearm. Realising this would be a useful identification mark, they made a special note of it and handed it over to Constable John Lindsay, the head of the fingerprint branch, who cut samples of skin from each of the fingers and then took them off to the station, where he got to work looking to take prints in order to seek out a match. Meanwhile, Detective Mannion questioned Bert and Charlie, who insisted that the arm could not have been in the pool prior to the shark's arrival, as no one had placed it into the water and a fine mesh filter covered the inlet pipe. Adamant, they described the shark regurgitating the hosts of rotting detritus and assured the police it could only have come from inside the shark. With little left for them in the aquarium, the detectives shipped the arm off to the city morgue and waited to see if any identification could be made. The next morning, Dr Arthur Palmer, along with his assistant, Dr Victor Coppleson, stepped into the hideous-smelling unrefrigerated morgue and got to work on the mystery arm. Dr Coppleson was not any rank assistant, however. He was a keen specialist on shark wounds, and with plenty of fatalities to have practised on, he was the closest the city had to a shark attack expert. Pouring over the arm, the two doctors quickly deduced two very troubling conclusions. Firstly, due to the lack of any shark bite wounds, the arm's owner was almost certainly not the victim of a shark attack. And secondly, judging by the ragged cuts by the shoulder, the arm had been cut off with a knife. Neither doctor could be so sure as to whether or not the arm had been removed from a person whilst they were dead or alive, but both were fairly certain that the unskilled cuts were not those of a surgeon. This now made identification even more important, because if whoever the arm belonged to was dead, then they were very likely to have been the victim of murder. In the days following the discovery of the mystery arm in the Coogee Aquarium, the newspapers ran the story everywhere. Bizarrely, most ran with the theory that the arm had come from a suicide victim who had plunged into the sea with his arms tied. More importantly, though, was the description of the tattoo on the man's arm, which was added to almost every article, including the Sunday, April 28th edition of The Truth, who detailed it as a fairly crude bit of work and depicts two boxers in fighting stance. This report worked wonders for the police investigation when it was read by Mrs Molloy, who saw the article and thought that it might belong to her daughter's husband, James Smith. When she suggested this to her daughter, Gladys, Gladys did admit that she hadn't seen James for three weeks, but she wasn't especially bothered, as he had told her that he was going on a fishing trip and his late returns from such things were not especially uncommon. James's brother, Edward, was less convinced and took it upon himself to get in touch with the police. The next day, following a short visit from the detectives, Edward was down at the police station, looking at a photo of the tattoo on his brother's severed arm, which he was able to give a firm positive identification. Meanwhile, whilst the police had been uncovering the identity of the victim, Bert and Charlie's tiger shark had died in the aquarium. As they did with all the other dead sharks, they had it turned over to a fish oil factory, but not before the detectives' oversaw its dissection. The shark's death confirmed, at least one thing at least, that the shark had not eaten any more of James, as all they found in its stomach was the remains of a smaller shark and other small fish. That Sunday, the truth once more made the shark arm case their main page one story, revelling in their role in uncovering the identification of James Smith as the victim. By one chance in a million, the fact that little more than a week ago a sick shark in aquarium disgorged a tattooed human arm. Some of the best brains at the Sydney CIB are convinced that fate has revealed a cold-blooded murder, which, like the case of the Albury Pyjama Girl, may prove to be another perfect crime. The victim of this mysterious death drama is James Smith of Gladesville, former billiards marker at City Tattersall's Club, a well-known suburban billiards saloon keeper, one-time promising lightweight boxer, and a man with seemingly not an enemy in the world. With the identification of James Smith already in the bag, the police superintendent put together a crack team of old hands to investigate his disappearance. The police had already been under a great deal of pressure in the press and the public, thanks to another recent unsolved murder, and the higher-ups were not interested in compounding this issue. A briefing was held that morning at 10am, and that afternoon men were dispatched to Cronulla, where Edward had told them that James was supposed to have gone on his fishing trip. Apparently, he had told his brother he was taking a wealthy bloke out to sea for a fee of £5, and he would be staying at the Hotel Cecil, a grand old block of flats that had been converted to a luxury hotel, complete with Oyster Bar in 1927. Later that day, Constable John Lindsay confirmed the identification of the photo of James by matching the fingerprint samples he had taken from the severed arm with a set of prints the police had taken from James in 1932, just after he had been arrested for running an illegal betting shop in the billiard hall that he had rented. James Smith had been arrested for running an illegal betting shop in the billiard hall that he had rented. James Smith had been arrested for running an illegal betting The confirmation was great on one hand, but it put the investigation into a very different light at the same time. And quite aside from what the newspaper Truth had printed in its article, James certainly did have enemies. James, it turned out, was known quite well to police, not only because of his previous record, but because he had recently turned informant, and there was every possibility that this was the reason his arm was now in the morgue. Seeing the positive side, this information at least meant that the police knew quite a bit about who James Smith was, and exactly who they needed to speak to first. Born in Camberwell, London in 1891, James Smith had been the eldest son of four children, in a relatively poor family. His father had been a labourer, and following his short school career, James had worked as a miner in the north of England, before deciding to start a new chapter in Australia following his 18th birthday, sailing third class, to the other side of the world in October of 1909. Within a year, his younger brother Edward had joined him in Sydney, and the two worked hard to start a new life together. James mainly worked around the billiard halls as a barman, and took up amateur boxing, where he proved himself a good sport, and was generally well liked in the community. Seven years after his arrival in Australia, he married Gladys, a milliner, with his brother acting as his best man, and a year later, the two had a son which they named James. Things continued to improve for James, who, by 1920, was now running his own billiard room and sporting club, helping his income along with illegal betting. Gambling was in something of a strange position in Sydney at the time, and though technically illegal, it was for the most part ignored by the police, and so whilst James was taking risks running an underground betting shop, he was never really putting himself into any big trouble. Besides, the money was proving too good to turn away. Before long, James was the only one who was able to make a living from betting. He had managed to ship the rest of his family, including his recently widowed mother, all out to Sydney, so they could live the good life down under together, away from the grey London skies. In 1925, James sold his stake in the sports club, and went into partnership with an architect named William Young, planning and arranging finance for construction companies who were building flats in the ever-expanding city. Unfortunately, this was perhaps a step too far for James, who, whether knowingly or not, was getting himself into a very difficult a very different and far more cutthroat world and one that I operated in a very grey area, if not one of outright illegality. Whilst his company may have sounded good on paper, and just like any other finance company, the truth was he was essentially being contracted as a dummy operation, organising the building of flats for wealthy Sydney businessmen who never paid their suppliers. The flats would be built, sold and profit would be taken, leaving James to declare bankruptcy, abandoning any debts accrued for materials along the way. Whether James was in on this scam or not is unknown, but the fact that he was paid for his role by the men profiteering suggests that he knew precisely what he was doing. He was much higher stakes than he had dealt with before, and the two men he worked for, Reginald Holmes and Albert Stannard, were two men not to be messed with. Both were wealthy businessmen who had grown filthy rich off the backs of their parents' hard work running shipbuilders and fitters in Sydney port. Now, with their family names behind them, they had moved into enriching themselves in ways not exactly in line with the law. Stannard, in particular, was prone to a good deal of smuggling, bringing in anything from tobacco to perfume, alcohol and drugs, and especially cocaine, which was undergoing a roaring trade as the drug of choice for the residents of Sydney who had made the city the capital of the world for the white powder. The smuggling, like the illegal gambling dens, was relatively risk-free at the time, and the police had already conceded that if a smuggler had a fast enough boat, then they were more or less untouchable. After ingratiating himself into this world, James Smith was hoping that he could enrich himself, just as Holmes and Stannard had, by operating outside the law and building an empire. James just had to get started, that was all. To this end, in 1930, he borrowed £300 from Holmes in order to get back into the sporting club game and open a place just like he had before. Holmes was not especially keen on lending him the money, but James, knowing how important his silence on the building fraud scams were to the rich businessmen, used his knowledge of their income streams as leverage, and before long, he was the proud owner of a new club. Just as before, James opened up an illegal betting shop on the side, and just as before, he profited handsomely. In the years James had been out of the game, however, things in Sydney had changed. New government had been installed, and they were men who were far less interested in turning a blind eye to operations such as James' place. In 1932, he was given the power of the law, and was given the power of the law, and he was held accountable. In 1932, he was raided and arrested along with 26 of his patrons, and handed down a hefty fine for his trouble. This didn't stop James, and six months later he was arrested and fined once more, and within a year, he had been driven out of the business for good. Once more turning to his rich friends, James began working for Stanart, taking a position in his empire, driving boats out to sea as part of the smuggling operation. The thing was, James was now getting himself into a host of sticky situations. 1. James's old club was the theft of all the old billiard balls from James's old sporting club, with James being targeted as the prime suspect, with the police assuming that he had robbed his old place. When James was picked up by the detectives, he decided to flex his position to Stanart and Holmes, and offered to turn informant on a smuggling ring if the police could make the billiard ball case disappear. The following days, the balls were returned anonymously to the sporting club, and all charges were dropped against James. Meanwhile, he met with Detective Sajah Arant. 2. James was arrested by the police for the theft of all the old billiard balls from James's old club, with James being targeted as the prime suspect, with the police assuming that he had robbed his old place. 3. James was arrested by the police for the theft of all the old billiard balls from James's old club, with the police assuming that he had robbed his old place. The following days, he met with Detective Sajah Arant. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9. 10. 11. 12. 13. 14. 15. 16. 17. 18. 19. 20. 21. 22. 23. 24. his inevitable expulsion. At the age of 11, he had been sent down for his first prison term, after he'd been caught robbing a local house, smashing the rear window and making off with £120 worth of jewellery and watches. After serving four of his five-year sentence in a reformatory institution for boys, Patrick decided that being locked up was not for him, and so he escaped and drifted around New South Wales, taking temporary jobs as a farmhand, hopping from one place to another, before finally enlisting in the army in 1915, following the outbreak of the First World War. Just like in the reform prison, army discipline didn't really sit well with Patrick, and he was soon getting into trouble for smuggling whiskey into the hospital where he'd been staying for a stomach complaint, turning violent when he was apprehended for this infraction. It was during his time in the army that Patrick began turning his hand to a skill that he'd picked up whilst serving his first sentence, and he started forging leave passes for himself and selling them to his friends. Eventually, the war did see him shipped off to France, where he served quite faithfully for a time as an ambulance driver, earning himself an honourable discharge in 1919, after which he returned to Australia. Back in Australia, Patrick started working as an assistant electrician at a shipbuilders in Sydney, spending his money on illegal betting during his spare time. This was where he crossed paths with James Smith for the two men struck it off, and became good friends. During this time, it seemed like Patrick was finally settling down, and he even married a well-to-do young lady from a wealthy family, which was quite fortunate really, as soon after he picked up robbing and burglary once more, only avoiding prison on several occasions, thanks to his new family's money and their connections to well-experienced lawyers. These close calls with prison did see Patrick attempt to go straight for a while. He had a child, and he hopped between jobs, but soon enough he was making use of his forgery skills once again, this time forging cheques. Unsurprisingly, he was quickly caught, after he tried to cash a fake cheque for £180, and once again his new family stepped in with a good solicitor who had the case dismissed. If there was any sign that Patrick was perhaps not playing with the full deck, it was his next move, trying to cash a forged cheque for £750 almost immediately after he was released. This time, no amount of fancy legal help was going to keep him out of prison, and he was sentenced to 18 months hard labour, but only after he tried to bribe the jury. He served his time and, once again, stepped straight back into the forgery world, landing himself right back in prison, this time with three years hard labour, though he did manage to reduce this sentence thanks to his good behaviour. Finally, free and back in the Sydney criminal underworld, Patrick was cruising around the coast in a luxury yacht with James, doing some smuggling here and there, and generally having a nice time. When James broke the news to him that it was his job to quietly scuttle their craft for an insurance fraud job, however, Patrick was less keen to be involved. In the end, James dropped him ashore and sailed north up the coast to Terrigal, where he anchored up a mile off the beach and smashed the intake pipe in the toilet after filling the hole with rocks. By the morning, the yacht was low in the water and ready to go down, so James hopped in a rubber dinghy and abandoned it to the sea, paddling towards the shore. Unfortunately for James, a passing coal ship noticed the sinking yacht and the escaping sailor, and so it approached both to ask if he needed assistance. Panicking, James chose to simply ignore their calls and continued paddling frantically towards the beach. When he dragged himself out of the surf four hours later, he was exhausted and in the perfect state to head straight to the police station, where he reported the accident. The earlier incident with the coal ship had bothered him, though, and so, when he made it back to Sydney later that day, he visited Holmes to tell him how the whole scuttling had gone down. Holmes was also less than impressed that James had been spotted during the sinking. He had travelled up the coast in order to carry out the task in private, after all. And so, after dismissing James, Holmes called up Stanard, who cancelled his holiday plans and returned to Sydney immediately. If the relationship between James and the businessman was strained before, it only got worse after Holmes told James that he would not be paid if the insurance company refused to pay out on the yacht. In return, James threatened to go to the police and snitch on their insurance fraud if they tried to withhold his payment. When the investigation into the ship was opened and the insurance company grew suspicious, they immediately contacted the police, who, thanks to the captain of the coal ship, had already heard all about the sinking yacht. In turn, the police called James and asked him to present himself to the station for an interview. Holmes and Stannard saw this as an opportunity for James to set the record straight and rescue the situation. But when James fumbled his statements, which were riddled with inconsistencies, any hope they had that the insurance company was going to pay out were dashed. In an attempt to keep James quiet, they paid him off with £150 and decided to cut their losses, dropping the insurance claim and washing their hands of the matter entirely. At least that's what they wanted to do. Unfortunately for them, James was not so happy with his end of the deal. And within days, he was back, this time with one of Patrick's forged cheques, which he essentially bribed them to sign in order to keep him quiet. James explained the deal to them as if he was some kind of partnership. He would supply the forged cheques, he said, given to him by Patrick, and the businessmen would supply the signatures of their wealthy associates, allowing them all to profit. But this was a dangerous game for James, who was essentially blackmailing Holmes and Stannard, who were only going along with the deal to keep James from landing them in prison. James employed a dangerous conman named Stanley Watson to cash the cheques in order to give himself, Holmes and Stannard, some distance from the fraud. But this didn't last too long, before Watson had been arrested trying to cash a cheque for £450. Concerned for his safety after Watson bailed himself out of prison, and suspicious of James, Patrick borrowed £40 from Holmes and hightailed it to Tasmania, where he did his best to keep quiet, forging cheques for small amounts of money to survive. The truth was, Patrick had every right to be suspicious of James. In order to free himself from police interest during the whole yacht-sinking insurance scam escapade, James had made a deal with the detective to turn informant. To him, the whole thing was a lie. The whole fraudulent cheque scheme had simply been an aside in order for him to hand Holmes and Stannard over to the police. Unfortunately for James, Patrick wasn't the only one who was suspicious. Watson was incredibly suspicious too, and he'd just been arrested, and only released on bail, and he was, James knew, a very dangerous man. Desperate, James visited Holmes and tried to borrow money from him, which he hoped to use to flee from Watson's reach. Rather stupidly, he tried to use his position as informant, as leverage, telling Holmes that if he didn't lend him the money, he would snitch him to the police. Needless to say, Holmes and Stannard were unamused. On the 1st of April, 1935, James told his wife that he'd been employed to take a wealthy fishing party out to Cronulla for a week. Knowing that James had long been involved in things well beyond the pale, Gladys was not especially happy with James going away, but since the family were in desperate need of money, she reluctantly agreed. A week later, James visited his brother, Edward, and asked him if he wanted to come along for the trip. Edward agreed, and James arranged to collect him the following morning. That night, James saw Gladys off to work, waving to her as she stepped onto the tram. 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Speaker 3When James arrived in Cronulla, he spent the first night drinking heavily at the Cecil Hotel, along with Patrick and a few friends, and playing dominoes, before Patrick and James left the hotel together. Walking off into the warm, blustery Australian evening. Next morning, Patrick appeared bright and early at 7am, outside a garage owned by Charles Cooper, and asked if he could book a ride to Sydney as soon as possible, as he was in quite a hurry. To Charles, Patrick seemed a fairly odd character. His clothes were a scruffy mess, and he looked like he'd gotten himself dressed in the dark. Even his bootlaces were left untied and flapping around his feet, which were completely sockless. Charles said he was happy to oblige Patrick's request, but noted that his driver, Bill Brown, had not yet arrived, though he did suggest that if he was in a real rush, perhaps he could go round and fetch him, since he lived so close by. Patrick did so, and before long, found himself in the back of Bill's car, alongside another passenger, Lloyd Cook, who had pitched in on the fare. Lloyd also thought Patrick looked a bit rough, and eventually, after Patrick pulled all the shades down in the back of the car and sat skulking in the darkness, he asked him if he was okay. Patrick explained that his wife had been taken ill whilst he'd been out fishing all night, and so he'd had to rush around all morning without any sleep. When the car arrived in Sydney, Patrick instructed the driver to drop him off at Reginald Holmes' house, where he went inside and fetched the fare from. Shortly after, he disappeared from the street. Whatever business Patrick had in Sydney, it had nothing to do with his wife, and 40 minutes later, he was in the front seat of another taxi, heading back to Cronulla. For the next two days, Patrick went back and forth between a rented cottage in Cronulla and Sydney, and drinking heavily, and at one point, purchasing a single mattress and a large trunk from a second-hand store. Everyone that saw him thought he looked panicked and dishevelled, and were fairly sure he seemed to be suffering from a cold. Several days later, James' wife got a message from his neighbour that she had received an anonymous phone call with a message from Mrs Smith that James had been in a cold. But James would not be home until Monday morning. The neighbour, who had taken the call for Gladys, as she always did, said that she had never heard the man's voice before, but that he sounded gruff and had delivered the message in an abrupt manner. With the investigation in full swing, police checked in with the owner of the cottage that Patrick had rented in Cronulla. The landlord said that the place had been left in immaculate condition, though there were a couple of oddities with the place. For starters, a rug had seemingly gone missing, and an old tin trunk had been replaced with a much nicer wooden one. The mattress had also been replaced. When he checked on his rowing boat, the owner said he had found the anchor and a 50-foot length of rope had gone missing. Far stranger, though, was the kerosene tin that he'd left in the pantry, that, when he opened it, seemed to have been filled with a red substance, all mixed in with the remaining kerosene, that he was fairly sure was blood. Through their extensive questioning and investigation in and around Cronulla and Stamford, the police had managed to piece together a fairly robust series of events leading to James' disappearance, and they were now fairly certain that Patrick was their number one suspect. Whatever the situation James had gotten himself into, it was clear that he had been way in over his head. When they went back to question Gladys further, she handed over a note that she had received, apparently from James, that had been addressed to their son and dated on May 1st. Son, keep your mother quiet. I am in a jam. I plead it's okay. Call the cops off. Tell your mum I will have plenty soon and we will be all right. They want me. Something in town. Never mind. Be a man for me. Your loving father, Jim Smith. Destroy this. The problem with the note was, Gladys was fairly well convinced that the handwriting had not been her husband's at all. This only reinforced the police's opinion that Patrick, the known forger, was the man that they desperately needed to apprehend. A group of undercovers and undercover surveillance officers were instructed to shadow Patrick's family and they headed out to Cronulla to take a look at the cottage that Patrick had rented for themselves. Noting the strange occurrences of the missing rug, the replaced mattress and the switched trunk, the police put together a picture of a murder whereby Patrick had killed James on the bed, chopped up his body and stuffed it into the trunk. At least, all but the mystery arm, the trunk having been too small to fit everything. With this done, the whole lot had then been disposed of in the bay. The problem was, where? Looking out to sea, it was clearly apparent that there was an awful lot of water for a trunk to sink into. A dragging operation was called for, as was an air operation where a plane was called in to fly over the bay, hoping to spot the trunk from above. Meanwhile, detectives in Sydney had managed to track down Patrick after following his sister to their home and they were ready to pounce. Detectives McDermott, Calman and Burns knocked the front door of his home on the evening of the Thursday, 16th May, and told Patrick that the game was up. Calmly, Patrick allowed himself to be handcuffed and taken to the station where he was in for a long night of questioning. Back at the Sydney Central Police Station, both Patrick and his wife were awaiting questioning from the detectives. In truth, the police didn't suspect Patrick's wife at all, but they at least hoped that her jeopardy might spur Patrick into talking a little bit more easily. It had less of an effect than the detectives had hoped. Despite it being quite clear that the police had a pretty good picture of Patrick's movements over the previous few weeks, Patrick kept quiet and denied everything, including his rental of the cottage at Cronulla, until it became obvious that his lies were not being believed for a moment. That night, Patrick was visited several times by different detectives, all questioning him until two in the morning, when finally, exhausted, he agreed to make a statement. In the statement, that was written over an entire page, Patrick admitted to having seen James in the Cronulla cottage several times before his disappearance, as well as to having bought the mattress and a trunk, but he gave no reason as to why he might have done so. Instead, he focused the blame on Reginald Holmes, who had been working with James on a fraudulent cheque scam, which is how he had come to meet him. Outside of this, however, Patrick said nothing, writing that he had last seen James at the domino game in the Cecil Hotel. Despite all questions put to him, as well as all deals alluded to, Patrick maintained that he did not know who had killed James. With little other options open to them, police charged Patrick with forging a cheque a year previous in order to keep him locked up for as long as possible, whilst they worked on extracting either a confession or an accusation from him that could see them wrap up the investigation once and for all. Meanwhile, with Patrick left to scrabble together a £300 bail charge, the police turned their attention to Reginald Holmes, who they picked up at his boatyard later that morning. Just like Patrick, however, Holmes was keeping quiet. Refusing to say anything other than the fact that he had barely seen James since the mess of the sunken yacht, Holmes kept calm and collected, denying also the accusations brought against him in Patrick's statement that he had been working with James and Patrick to cash fraudulent cheques. The police brought the two men together, and whilst Patrick said he knew the man to be Holmes, Holmes said quite the opposite, claiming to have no idea who Patrick was. He then drafted a written statement claiming the same, saying that he had not seen James since sometime after the sinking of the yacht and that he had no idea who Patrick was at all, having never seen him before in his life. This was not exactly how the police had hoped the interaction would have panned out, and to them, it left them in a tough spot. They only had a circumstantial case against Patrick, and they had practically nothing on Holmes. That evening, they pressed on regardless, charging Patrick with the murder of James Smith with the hopes that something, or perhaps anything, might surface before the trial. With a murder charge hanging over his head and a full day of sitting in a prison cell mulling over his story, Patrick finally agreed to make a false statement. As expected by the police, it was a carefully crafted narrative that worked to place a slew of suspects at the scene and distance himself from the murder. James, he said, had gone off into the night without any evidence. He was with Albert Stanard on the night of his disappearance. That night, when Patrick had eventually got back to the Cronulla Cottage, he told police he found a ring of keys belonging to Holmes on the table. These, he said, he returned the following morning, which is what he said had been the true purpose of his hasty taxi ride into Sydney. His statement then went on to include some pretty wild revelations, including that he had actually met James, quite by chance, the following day, and the two men had gone drinking and played crib together. He said it was the last time that he'd ever seen James. That night, he said he visited Holmes to discuss a fraudulent cheque. Holmes had been at the cottage with James all day, he'd said, and Holmes had arrived back in Sydney at about 10.45pm. Patrick then said that Holmes had given him five pounds and instructed him to buy a mattress and a trunk and to replace the ones in the cottage. Whilst this statement had been quite clever in distancing Patrick from the murder, it was, at least upon initial hearing, quite a plausible story. In the very least, all of Patrick's movements aligned with the known facts. The big difference was, of course, the implication of Stanard and Holmes as the killers rather than him himself, placing him instead as nothing more than the fool guy. How much of it was true, however, was anyone's guess. And for the police, they knew that that did not bode well for a positive conviction in court. The next morning, fog hung heavy over Sydney Harbour. It was around 7.45am when Fred Haas, a boat pilot out of Albert Stanard's wharf, saw a speedboat bobbing listlessly in the waters of a nearby cove. Recognising it as belonging to Reginald Holmes, he sailed out to it and climbed aboard. There, he found Holmes, hunched over and barely conscious, with blood pouring down his face. That morning, after drinking heavily, Holmes had shipped himself out to sea and attempted to shoot himself in the head. But somehow, the bullet had fell. He failed to take care of the job. In a panic, Haas towed Holmes' boat back to Stanard's wharf where Stanard met them, greeting his ailing friend with a shocked look. Stanard rushed inside to bring Holmes' wife whilst Haas towed Holmes to the headquarters of the water police. Apparently, Holmes was not especially keen on this idea, though, and as soon as he realised that that was where Haas was taking him, he rallied himself and grabbed the wheel, refusing to go. Haas shrugged his shoulders and told him that he could go wherever he wanted, provided that he dropped him off at the quayside first. Holmes pulled over, dropped off Haas, as he had asked, and then, in a semi-conscious state, took off speeding up the harbour. Haas made his way on foot to the police headquarters, where he relayed everything that he had seen that morning, and the police scrabbled their own speedboat, charging after Holmes. Over the next four hours, the police speedboat chased Holmes up and down the harbour waters. Meanwhile, Haas had made his way back to Stanard's wharf, where he met with Stanard. He met with Stanard himself, and the two men joined the pursuit, catching up with Holmes in a nearby cove, where he cut his speedboat's engine and was once again bobbing listlessly. Stanard tried to talk Holmes into handing himself over to the police, assuring them that they just wanted to get him the medical help that he needed, but Holmes refused. Soon enough, the police were back on his tail, and after a dramatic finale, whereby three boats surrounded him in the harbour, Holmes' boat was boarded, his keys were stolen from the boat's ignition, and Holmes was finally subdued. The police searched the boat, finding an empty bottle of whisky, but no gun. Rather than take Holmes to the hospital, they chose instead to take him straight to a prison cell back at the station, where he was instead treated by a police doctor. In this vulnerable state, the detectives had rather hoped that Holmes was about to talk, and secure them the information that they needed to wrap up their investigation. Sadly, that was not to be the case, and rather than blurt out anything of importance Holmes instead clammed up. After three hours of waiting, the police were forced to give up and transfer him to Sydney Hospital, where surgeons pulled the flattened bullet from his skull. If nothing else, the police hoped that perhaps the morning's drama might convince Patrick to talk instead, but once more they were disappointed. Patrick received the news of Holmes' wild ride with indifference, not uttering a single word. Fortunately, the events had shaken Holmes up enough so that, after his release from hospital four days later, he agreed to go down to the station and tell them everything he knew about James Smith's death. His statement blew the investigation even further open when he told police that Patrick had been blackmailing him for several months over the scuttling of the luxury yacht, and that he had arrived at his house the day after James' disappearance and told him that he had killed James himself. Apparently, Holmes said, Patrick had told him that the two men had had an argument that had turned violent. When Patrick had killed him, he chopped him up and disposed of his body, dumping it into the water at the nearby port hacking. Later that evening, Patrick had returned to his house once more, this time to continue blackmailing him, and using James' disembodied arm as a prop in a fairly serious threat. Holmes continued to tell the police that he had held the limb up by the rope tied around his wrist and demanded money. Before he left the station, the detectives offered Holmes police protection, perhaps as much for protection from himself as it was from others, but Holmes did not give them any. Holmes declined on account of the way he said it would look to the neighbours. The whole day had been quite the whirlwind, but for the police, they at least now had a witness who was willing to testify against Patrick. Not everyone was convinced that he was telling the truth, but anyone sceptical knew to keep quiet, as Holmes was their best bet for a successful conviction. He had come just in time too, as the coroner, Edward Thompson Oram, had just decided to call an inquest, to begin just two weeks later, giving the police precious lip service. It was the first time he had ever done this, and it was not the first time he had done this. It was the first time he had ever done this, and it was the first time he had ever done it. It was the first time he had ever done this, and it was the first time he had ever done this, and it was the first time he had ever done this, Harold Casey was driving along his patrol in a police car when he spotted a seemingly abandoned car. vehicle by the side of the road. The car's front door was slung open and the headlights were glaring out into the night. Pulling up behind it, he stepped out and made his way to the driver's side, where he looked in and saw a man slumped over the steering wheel, hands on his knees and pools of blood forming in his overcoat. Shining his torch on the man's limp body, Casey saw the face of Reginald Holmes, cold and lifeless. Just hours before he had been due to give his key testimony at the forthcoming inquest, the star witness had been killed. The inquest was due to begin the same morning of Reginald Holmes' murder at 10am, and unsurprisingly, it had drawn a huge crowd, with international press attention. The news of Holmes' death had been quick to spread, only adding fuel to the already fairly sensational fire. From the moment the proceedings kicked off, Patrick's legal representation did their best to scupper the inquest, challenging its credibility. On the basis that the lack of body, or substantial part of the body, made the whole thing a farce, since there was no evidence that James Smith was even dead. The coroner countered, and the inquest resumed with the calling of James' wife, Gladys, to give her testimony. Standing before the crowded room in full black mourning clothing, including a veil covering her face, Gladys gave the court her husband's personal background, before identifying a photo of James. She then detailed her husband's working relationship with James. James' wife, Gladys, was a woman who had been with Reginald Holmes, and went on to finger Patrick as a man that she knew to have hung around with both men. Except here, she admitted to the court that she had met him on several occasions, and each time with a different name. Much to his legal counsel's distress, she then went on to lay out all the illegal schemes that she knew Patrick to have been involved in, including his gambling and forgeries. Patrick's defence countered as best they could, having Gladys admit that Patrick and James had actually been quite good friends, and they had always seemed on good terms. Before, they questioned Gladys on whether or not her husband was actually truly dead in the first place, forcing her to admit that she had only assumed as much, since she had not seen him, and that was what the detectives had told her. The next day, the court heard the medical evidence, and saw the doctors who had carried out the inspection of the regurgitated arm in the city morgue shortly after its discovery. In short, they assured the court that the arm could not have been removed by any skilled or trained surgeon, due to the fact that it had been so poorly done, and, as a result, there had been no flaps to cover the wounds. Dr Palmer was also quite sure that it had not been bitten off by a shark. In his conclusions, he told the court that he believed the limb had likely been severed from an already dead body, due to the lack of blood around the cut, though he was forced to concede that, due to having spent a fair amount of time in the stomach of a shark, it was entirely possible that the arm may well have defied expected appearances one way or the other. When asked why the arm had not been digested by the shark, the doctors posed another one-sided question. In a case that had been full of wild theories, he told the court that his best guess was that James' arm had not actually been eaten by the tiger shark at all, at least not directly. Instead, he believed it had been eaten by the smaller shark, whose remains had been found inside the tiger shark's stomach. The tiger shark had then come along and eaten the first, smaller shark, creating a sort of macabre Russian doll of horrors. On the third day of the inquest, the court found that the arm had not been eaten by the shark. Mrs. Holmes was pushed forward to give testimony, thanks to her being anxious to get away as quickly as possible. Given her importance in the case, and the fact that she was, after all, a grieving widow, the coroner allowed the request, and to everyone's great excitement, Mrs. Holmes took the stand. Almost immediately, she began dropping revelations, telling the courtroom that she had known James Smith for around six years, since his association with Reginald Holmes and their dodgy construction partnership. She then went on to say that the last time that she had seen him had been ten months earlier, when he had come around desperate to borrow money from her husband following death threats being made against him by two men with a gun, whose name she said she did not know. She then dropped the biggest sensation so far, when she said that a week before his death, Holmes had told her that Patrick had killed James. Worse for Patrick, she dug into a long list of times that Patrick had visited their home in order to extort money from Holmes. Naturally, Patrick's defence was up in arms about the whole thing. Insisting that evidence concerning a dead man's statement could not be tested in court and so was therefore inadmissible. But the coroner would hear none of their objections. It all stood Patrick in a very bad way for his upcoming trial. In retaliation, the defence cross-examined Mrs. Holmes, working to paint her with a scandalous reputation, trying to pin her to a divorce proceeding against Holmes, and having her talk about James Smith's presence on the luxury yacht that they had sunk for insurance fraud. When Mrs. Holmes called Patrick a murderer outright, his defence threatened the press against printing the allegation. It had been a fiery, tension-filled day, and by the end of it, Patrick's defence were just happy to see the court adjourned until the following Monday. With the drama unveiling at a steady pace throughout the inquest, it was now the turn of Patrick's defence to play their part. On the following Monday, during the resumption of the court, Clive Everett, the leader of the defence, stood to tell the room that he had filed to have the inquest scrapped entirely. And the coroner, brought up in front of the judges himself, for forging ahead with an inquest which, he believed, had no good reason to have been carried out in the first place without anybody having been produced. The coroner, seemingly unconcerned about Everett's threats, forged on ahead regardless, calling Alfred Stannard to the stand. Stannard's stint in the courtroom was brief, saying that he knew James Smith as the caretaker of the luxury yacht, and then little else. Following the lunch break, the drama continued, when the coroner returned to the court, and informed everyone that the inquest was to be adjourned. True to his word, Everett had forced the Supreme Court to step in, and now the coroner was to face them in order to justify the proceedings, unless he wanted the whole thing to be terminated there and then. Everett had also managed to score points against the press too, having them also appear before the Supreme Court to appeal against his accusations of their acting in contempt of court by printing stories about Patrick before his trial. The following day, Everett and the coroner were before the Supreme Court, with Everett arguing that since the arm was not a body, no conclusive inquest could be carried out. His arguments were long and, fortunately for Patrick, persuasive enough to find the Supreme Court ruled in his favour. Later that day, the court ruled in his favour once more, finding the two Australian papers, The Sun and The Telegraph, to have been in contempt of court, and ordered both of them to pay legal costs and hefty fines. The police were left with little option but to dig up another old forgery case with which they could use to hold Patrick on, at least until they thought they could prove his murder charge. Meanwhile, whilst the second day of the inquest had been progressing, detectives back at Sydney Police Station were continuing their own jobs of hunting down Holmes' killer. Since Holmes' death, detectives had found that people were becoming more and more shy in front of the police, and rumours were circling that people who were talking were being issued death threats left, right and centre. Two men had come forward, and one of them was a man named James Holmes. James Holmes was a man who had been killed in the murder of a woman named Oliver Summers. One of them told the police that if it became known that he had talked, he had been killed within two hours. The first man was a chiropodist named Oliver Summers. Summers had read about Holmes' murder in the paper, and then visited the police station to tell them that he had been passing the murder scene late that night, when he had heard three loud cracking sounds, shortly before seeing a man run right past him. Even more promising for the police was the fact that Summers was pretty sure that he could identify the man he had seen. This was a good start. But it was the tip-off that came in during the third day of the inquest that got the detectives most interested, when an anonymous phone call had come in, this time from a man who clearly sounded distressed, who told them that he had information on Holmes' killers, and requested a secret meeting with Detective Pryor. Pryor obliged, and returned to the station shortly after with three names: Jack Strong, Sammy Berg and Norman Malachy, all of whom were supposedly involved with killing Holmes. These names were not new to the police. They had heard them several times before, and most recently during a drunken statement rattled off by Mrs Holmes during a series of questioning that took place the day after our appearance at the inquest. And shockingly, they were all linked with Albert Stannard, Holmes' long-term friend and business partner. Stannard, he told the police, had orchestrated the assassination against Holmes. As it happened, Stannard had been hauled in for questioning in relation to his business partner's murder, where he had been grilled over their meetings that had occurred on the day of his death. At that time, Stannard had only managed to stumble through a rocky story, so that by the end of it all, the detectives were convinced of him being their primary suspect. Now, with this anonymous tip-off in the bag, things were looking up for the investigation. That evening, Berg and Malachy were dragged into the station for questioning. Unfortunately, the two men had a well-rehearsed story, and gave them little to nothing on Stannard, nor their involvement in any murder. When they picked up Strong later that day, more of the same followed. With Strong admitting to being in Holmes' car on the night of the murder, but only because Holmes had picked him up after he had been drinking, and he said he had given him a lift to a nearby hotel. Unfortunately for Strong, fingerprints the police had taken from the car doorframe, far from where he would have been in contact with had he simply got in and out of the car for a quick lift, suggested that he was perhaps not quite telling the truth. Whilst the investigation into Holmes' murder continued, so too did the wheels of justice turn for Patrick. who now found himself back in court. awaiting the result of the magistrate as to whether or not he should stand trial for the murder of James Smith. After a long day of retreading the same evidence over and over again, the court ruled for Patrick to stand trial for the charge of murder, much to his dismay. When asked if he wished to make a statement, he stood firm, addressing the room. I have heard the evidence of the various witnesses, and I will say that, in most cases, they have been lies. As regards to Jim Smith, he was one of my best friends, and when I last saw him, he was fit and well. We parted the best of friends with an understanding that we would meet the next day. My conscience is clear as to his death, if he is dead, and on my counsel's advice, I reserve my defence. With bail set at £3,000, pulling Patrick out of jail took the deeds to all of his sister's properties to achieve. But against all odds, the money was raised and Patrick walked out of jail to await his trial on Monday 9th September 1935. When it came to the trial, the court ruled that, when it did finally roll around, the whole thing took less than two days to conclude. Much to Patrick's huge relief, he was acquitted of all charges, on the grounds that the case the prosecution held against him consisted of nothing but circumstantial evidence. As one trial ended, however, another would begin, and the Inc. had barely had time to dry on Patrick's release forms when the police were re-arresting him, this time on a host of forgery charges. Unhappy with the outcome, they were not going to let him off so easily. However, this was not the end of Patrick's life. Transferred under escort to Tasmania, Patrick found himself back in jail, awaiting yet another trial. Thanks to everything going on with the Holmes murder case, however, Tasmania was, in all likelihood, the safest place for him. Unfortunately for the police, the investigation into Holmes' murder had come to a standstill, and they were now staring down the barrel of press humiliation. Everyone surrounding the case had completely shot up shock, and even the, until now, ever-reliable anonymous informer that the police had been receiving tip-offs from had gone to ground. The only ray of hope they had left was in the witness, the chiropodist who had seen a man walk away from the crime scene, Oliver Summers. And luckily, Summers was delivering. The detectives had, for some time, been quietly escorting him around the city, asking him to keep an eye out for the man that he felt looked like the man he had seen. Unbeknownst to Summers, they had focused fairly heavily on areas that Alfred Stannard was known to haunt, and before long, Summers was pointing him out of a crowd, just as the police had hoped, sure that Stannard was the man that he had seen on the night of the murder. An inquest was organised, and Stannard was named a person of interest, much to his shock when he was informed of the situation later that afternoon. Once more, Mrs Holmes found herself at the centre of press excitement, when she took the stand on the first day of the inquest into her husband's murder. Here, she told the court of the deteriorating relationship between her husband and Stannard, ever since the sinking of the luxury yacht, and of how he had wanted to push the loss onto Holmes. In retaliation, Holmes had removed Stannard from the position of executor of his will. Oliver Summers followed, and stuck true to his identification of Stannard, despite receiving death threats that had led him to being escorted to a secret location by the police. Other witnesses were less brave, and several changed their stories at the last minute, perhaps choosing an easier path. Nevertheless, by the proceeding, both Alfred Stannard and John Strong were committed to trial for the murder of Reginald Holmes, to take place later that year, in November of 1935. Stannard was happy to fight this case, and he had the wealth to do so. Hiring a crack legal team, he faced the jury and presented a defence, hinging on the fact that the police had absolutely no evidence against either Stannard nor Strong. In Stannard's case, the evidence came down to Summers' identification, and in the case of Strong, the police had nothing, other than the fact that Stannard had been killed, and the fingerprints taken from Holmes' car door. Given that both men had alibis, the prosecution looked incredibly flimsy. It was an argument that proved persuasive, and when the jury were asked to discuss their verdict, they returned unable to give any, after a fight had broken out amongst the jury on both sides of the debate. With no other option, the court was adjourned and a new trial was set to take place in December. Once more, the same arguments were repeated, and with no new evidence submitted by the prosecution, both men were found not guilty. For the police, the Shark Arm case had reached its conclusion, ending in nothing but failure on all angles. Whoever had killed James Smith, who was presumably dead, had managed to escape justice, as had the killers of Reginald Holmes, and with no new leads, the whole thing turned cold, as lips tightened and everything fell apart for the detectives. So what did happen to James Smith? And who did kill Reginald Holmes? In the case of Smith, it seems certain that he was in fact murdered. But outside of that, nothing on his murder is concrete at all. If it was Patrick Brady, then it seemed to go against everything Patrick had done in the past. Readily involved in illegality, Patrick was never a violent criminal, just a criminal, though it does seem likely that he played a role in covering up the murder in one way or another. So who was he covering for? Was it Holmes, who James had supposedly been blackmailing for a long time, or was it Stannard, who was angered over the loss of the yacht? And what about Holmes? Again, the finger seems to fall towards Stannard. In the investigation and trial for Holmes' death, almost all of the witness testimonies were almost useless, thanks to the level of threats and bribery that was going on behind the scenes. Stories were changed, faces and names forgotten, and strange-sounding alibis were corroborated. Were both murders, orchestrated by Stannard, using his power and wealth to both buy the killer and cover his tracks? And if that was the case, was the assassin in both cases perhaps Jack Strong, whose legal fees were covered by Stannard along with Patrick's? When the police wrote the final report, it stuck to the belief that Patrick Brady had been James' killer, and that Jack Strong had killed Holmes under the order of Stannard. But were they really correct in their conclusions? During the first inquest, one of the doctors on the case admitted that catching and displaying a shark that had eaten another shark that had just so happened to have eaten James Smith's arm was a million to one. But somehow, that exact thing had happened. And because of that very strange, perfectly grim coincidence, the shark arm case has sustained for almost a century. And whilst the odds are long on uncovering the truth behind the entire affair, perhaps one day these odds will be defied once more. So that was the, like I said, labyrinthine story of the shark arm case. And I guess we'll talk a little bit about it after these short advert breaks.
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Speaker 3Welcome back. that's the shark arm case and it's pretty mad i guess i guess we'll break it down into characters and we'll talk through it like that take james first right i actually quite like james everything about james seems to suggest that although he was a bit of a crook he was not really a bad guy if you like like you know in terms of like dark histories anyway he was you know he'd done a lot of good in his life getting you know a new start in australia and you know coming quite good and you know doing good things with himself and then he'd sort of got involved in a crowd that took him down the wrong path i guess um you know he obviously made quite a few questionable moral moral choices in terms of who he worked for and the jobs that he did so you know but but overall he was you know not a terrible person um which you know it's weird for dark issues because normally we're dealing with terrible people um um. so you know i do think he was dead because obviously you know the defense for patrick that the whole thing hinged on the fact that you know with no body you could never say he was actually dead or not i do think he was dead and i think he was definitely murdered right that's we can i think we can pretty much sort of knock that on the head straight away and and say yes he was dead yes he was murdered um so who did it i i guess patrick is the first place to start right um i don't think patrick killed him at all but i don't think patrick was entirely innocent either i i do believe half of patrick's story i do believe that he was friends with james and i do believe that he didn't kill him but i also believe that he covered up for holmes knowing at least something uh there was a story where he actually took uh holmes said that he took james's arm uh to to see holmes and threaten him to blackmail money out of him and i actually believe that story you know he was seen carrying the bag he so i think patrick knew that james was dead i don't think he killed him though i think more was the case was that he was killed in the cronella cottage that he was renting but i don't think it was him that did it i think it was probably holmes or stannard and their sort of men uh was it holmes i think it was possibly holmes um so he's the other if you don't think it's patrick really you're left to think it's like holmes or stannard right and i i think it was probably holmes holmes seemed to like completely collapse um um and so i think that maybe with sort of stannard's goading he arranged for james to be bumped off because you know he was sick of being blackmailed by james uh and let's face it james was playing a dangerous game really with getting involved with these types of guys and then threatening to become informer if they didn't keep giving him money i mean that is an unwise decision in anyone's book right i mean you don't mess with these sorts of people and you certainly don't mess with me in those sorts of ways you've essentially given them a perfectly good not a perfectly good reason but in their eyes a perfectly good reason to bump you off or get you out of the way he was playing a super dangerous game so i think it was it was either holmes that orchestrated it or stannard that orchestrated it and i think i think it was holmes that orchestrated it with sort of going on by stannard and then i think stannard was the one that orchestrated it stannard killed holmes or had i don't think he killed him himself because i don't think he was that kind of guy i think he was the kind of guy who had money and power and he paid other people to do it right and i think he paid someone to kill holmes i think that someone was probably strong um to kill holmes basically because holmes was becoming a liability because holmes was basically breaking down you know he tried to shoot himself in the head he was drinking really heavily he he was basically collapsing and i think he'd become a bit of a liability for stannard and i think stannard was then in turn worried about what he might say and so this whole thing became almost like dominoes you know like someone being bumped off because they were a threat to someone bigger than them if you like and so you know i think james was probably killed because he was a threat to holmes and then holmes was probably killed because he in turn was a threat to stannard and i think that's probably something roughly the situation what's going on i don't know it's a pretty wild story though have any other thoughts let me know that said they're my i think i can pretty much leave it there because that's i feel quite like for once i'm not really on the fence i feel like that's probably the the result there something along those lines um but i thought it was an interesting story it was a whole part of you know sydney's history that i'd never heard of before so it was really interesting to read into it there's a bunch of books about this it's quite a i'd never heard of it until i sort of stumbled across it and started reading into it a short while ago but there there is a few books about it um alex castles does a good book um it's like the sort of from the 90s that that i liked um and then there's two more sort of more modern books there's um philip roop and kevin meager did one called shark arm that's really good um i enjoyed that um that's that's a very thorough book actually it's not academic book but it's it's pretty thorough um it's quite the the dry well it is very dry but um it's a very dry book and then there's another one called the shark arm mystery by anthony brown um which is also uh you know an interesting book um all of that's in the show notes anyway and under the sources if you wanted to read a bit more about the case um philip roop and kevin meager they go really heavy into the um the history between like holmes and stanard which i think you know if you're interested in that kind of i don't know mob is kind of a bit maybe a bit bit too much of a strong word but that kind of gangster aspect of it you know that their book is quite interesting to read um yeah it's quite dry but obviously if you like uh detail and information they've got it in spades so yeah otherwise really interesting story i hope you enjoyed it um i'll be back next week with yesterday today and in two weeks for another full episode so until then uh yeah thanks very much for listening i hope you enjoyed it and uh yeah take care sleep tight you fall never arrives all at once
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