He walked dogs for rich old ladies, sold shoes and peddled his own blood on his road to a Salvation Army soup kitchen. But his luck was better than Nancy’s: in 1952, having worked his way up from selling aluminum storm doors to operating a Los Angeles marriage agency, he wed Mary Taylor, an American girl, a union which has sustained to this day, I understand. They had three sons and have lived in Florida, Cuba and Mexico but mostly in Texas, where I’m told they still reside. Supposedly Freddie has been moderately successful in several businesses, including lithographing. He still sails.
The friendship between the Marquis Georges de Visdelou and Count Alfred de Marigny apparently did not survive the Oakes trial. De Visdelou is said to have asked young Betty Roberts to marry him, only to be rejected; forlorn, he went to England and joined the British army. Apparently the French Foreign Legion didn’t have any openings.
Betty Roberts, on the other hand, was said to have gone to New York, where the newspaper columns announced her impending marriage to a Russian count.
Immediately after the war, five months short of a governor’s usual term, the Duke of Windsor and his Duchess left the Bahamas. Never again did Great Britain entrust its former King with a position of even the remotest responsibility, despite constant applications from His Royal Highness; he and Wallis spent their remaining years golfing, gardening and attending fancy dress balls, making the New York-to-Palm Beach, Paris-to-the-Riviera circuit. Windsor died of cancer in 1972, and Wallis lived to the age of ninety. At her burial in 1986, she was granted the concession of being buried next to her husband in a royal plot.
I didn’t keep track of everybody. Occasionally I bumped into somebody who shared a piece of information; sometimes an obituary caught my eye. My friends-like Sally Rand and Eliot Ness-I stayed in contact with over the years. I did keep in touch with Godfrey Higgs, who kept me up to date, before he passed away.
Of the attorneys, only Ernest Callender, retired and respected in Nassau, remains alive at this writing; but they all had remarkable careers. Hallinan was knighted and was appointed Chief Justice of Cyprus, dying in 1988. Adderley flourished in both his law practice and in politics, but died of a heart attack on an airplane after representing the Bahamas at the coronation of Queen Elizabeth II.
The Nassau police officers have retired, Colonel Lindop to suburban Wimbledon, Captain Sears and Major Pemberton in Nassau, with Pemberton working as secretary of the Bahamian Chamber of Commerce, last I heard. Whether any of them are still alive at this point, I don’t know; but they were all decent enough men.
The same, of course, can’t be said about Captains Barker and Melchen. Barker was brought before the International Association of Identification, which condemned his work on the Oakes case; under a cloud of accusations of mob links, Barker was allowed to leave the force on permanent sick leave. In the wake of the Oakes debacle, Barker-who had upon his return sustained an injury in a motorcycle crack-up-turned to illegal drugs for relief from pains real and psychological. As he spiraled into complete addiction, he abandoned his wife and grown son, also a Miami police officer.
Meanwhile, his partner Melchen was suffering under similar clouds of censure and suspicion, and quietly retired from the force, dying of a heart attack in 1948.
Barker promised his wife and son he would reform and begged to be allowed back in the home, which he was. But one night in 1952, Barker’s son found his father brutally beating his mother, and the son interceded, leaving his father a bloody unconscious heap on the floor. In the wee hours of the morning, Barker came to, and went after his son with a.38. There was a struggle and the Duke of Windsor’s fingerprint expert was dead.
After the war, many British citizens fled their new socialist government and confiscatory taxation for the nearly tax-free Bahamas, and in so doing, sent property values soaring and made Harold Christie an even richer man. Lyford Cay was developed into a haven for the very wealthy; high fences, sophisticated security measures and their own police station protect the rich and the famous, whose life-styles include a marina littered with motor cruisers and yachts, where once a native caretaker named Arthur, his murder not only unsolved but long forgotten, stood watch.
Harold Christie not only lived to see his tropical dream come true-his Bahamas were now both home to the rich and tourist magnet second to none-he saw himself rewarded with knighthood “for services to the Crown.” Sir Harold Christie finally married-a Palm Beach divorcee-but, for all his position and prosperity, lived out his remaining days in the shadow of suspicion.
I suppose I didn’t make Christie’s life any easier when, in postwar years, I boasted in newspaper and magazine articles, as well as on radio and TV broadcasts, that I could still, even at this late date, solve the Oakes case. Evidence had been suppressed, I would say, and a prominent Nassau citizen was being protected….
After all, over the years there had been odd, unexplained occurrences seemingly related to the case: shortly after the war, various out-island natives turn in over twenty-five thousand dollars’ worth of gold coins to the government, which terms them “pirate treasure” despite the oldest dated coin being 1853 and other coins dating as recent as 1907; in 1950, a female reporter from Washington, asking around about the Oakes murder, winds up stripped, raped and dead at the bottom of a well; that same year, a stevedore drunk in a bar in California boasts of knowing who killed Sir Harry Oakes, is questioned by the FBI and held for questioning by the Nassau chief of police, who flies in and tells the press that the stevedore has correctly identified the killer, yet neither the FBI, Scotland Yard nor the Nassau police reopen the investigation; later, Harold Christie’s own secretary is mysteriously murdered.
Finally, in 1959, with the political power of the Bay Street Pirates foundering, a prominent figure in the Bahamian government, Cyril St. John Stevenson, introduced a resolution to reopen the Oakes investigation.
“I could point my finger at the man responsible,” Stevenson said.
Seated not ten feet away, in the House of Assembly, was a glowering Harold Christie, who nonetheless lamely tried to save face by voting along with the resolution.
When the resolution passed, the Governor of the Bahamas, Sir Raynor Arthur, referred the matter to Scotland Yard, which declined to get involved.
Nonetheless, Christie felt haunted by the case. “It gets tiresome,” he told the press bitterly, “being pointed out on the street, wherever you go-‘There he is, that’s the man who did it!’”
Today, in Nassau, his legacy is just that: ask about Harold Christie and you’re more likely to hear him described as a murderer than as the man who brought prosperity to those tropical shores.
He died in 1973 of a heart attack.
Erle Stanley Gardner continued writing his best-selling mysteries, of course, although he later got some competition from Ian Fleming. After the war, Fleming left Naval Intelligence and turned to a career in journalism; he wrote his first spy novel on a lark, vacationing in Jamaica, which is where he’d been stationed when I knew him. Fleming’s thrillers invariably focused on mastermind villains who met well-deserved fates, often in their tropical-island strongholds. When asked by friends and journalists if he’d ever killed a man during his own spy days, Fleming always said he had-once.
As for Gardner, his observations of the many injustices that surrounded the Oakes case led to the eventual formation of the Court of Last Resort, an organization designed to “improve the administration of justice.” Specifically, a board of experts was gathered to look into cases where gross miscarriages of justice may have been done. Leonard Keeler was the member in charge of polygraph, and Gardner invited me to head up detection. Many “underdogs” were aided in this effort, and someday, in another forum, I may discuss some of those cases.