He appeared charged with murder in March 1948 at
Winchester Crown Court. Forensic evidence was given that stated that
saliva and blood traces were found on the bedding in the cabin and that
this suggested strangulation. There were also, at the time, scratches on
Camb's wrists that could have been caused by the woman as she struggled.
The defence had a hard time explaining why Camb had not tried to summon
help and why he had disposed of the body out of the porthole.
He was duly found guilty and sentenced to death. At
the time a no-hanging bill was being debated in Parliament and, because
of the uncertainty of the outcome, he was reprieved.
On 18th March 1948, James Camb, a
31 year old ship’s steward, married with one daughter, stood trial
for murder at Winchester Assizes. What made the case unusual was
the absence of a corpse. What made the case unique was the
allegation that Camb had disposed of the body through the ship’s
porthole.
It was about eleven o’clock on a fine, tropical
evening, somewhere in the shark infested waters off the West African
Coast. The Durban Castle, a passenger vessel of the Union
Castle line, steamed its way from Capetown towards the docks at
Southampton. The ship was carrying only half its complement of
passengers, most of which were of an elderly disposition. One exception
was Eileen Gibson, a small -time actress travelling under her stage name
of Gay Gibson. An attractive, twenty-one year old, she was returning
to London after a brief flirtation with South Africa, to try her luck in
the West End. A wealthy patron had put up the fare for her first class
cabin, cabin 126 situated on the port side of B deck.
It was outside this cabin, as she turned from closing
the door, that she almost bumped into James Camb, a deck steward, who
had appeared, unseen behind her. “Excuse me… oh, hello its you,” she
said, recognising Camb as the steward who had flirted with her earlier
that day. Not that she minded. A good-looking, young man was a welcome
change, although his slicked back hairstyle was perhaps a little
overdone. She smiled as he spoke to her.
“Good evening Miss Gibson. Going up on deck again?”
His eyes frankly admired the black evening dress she was wearing and the
figure beneath it.
“Yes. It’s so hot down here I thought I might go
swimming, but I can’t find my swimsuit. So I’ll just have a stroll on
deck instead. By the way, you said you had a bone to pick with me?”
“That’s right, a very big bone,” replied James with a
laugh. “You didn’t use your supper tray last night, nor your tea tray
this afternoon.”
“Oh, is that all. Well, you know how it is,
sometimes you don’t feel like drinking alone.”
“In that case I’ve a good mind to bring down a drink
later, when I come off duty.”
“Please yourself – it’s up to you,” she said, leaving
him wondering as she headed up the stairs.
Some two hours later, at one o’clock in the morning,
Mr Conway, the Bosun’s mate, was on the after deck with his night work
party when he saw Gay Gibson leaning against the rail, smoking a
cigarette. He noticed she was still wearing her black evening dress.
“Good evening Miss,” said Conway, “I’m afraid I’ll
have to disturb you. We’re about to wash the deck and you’ll get wet if
you stay there.”
“Thanks for the warning. It was hot down below but I
may as well go back now.”
Just before three o’clock the bell rang a number of
times in the night-watchman’s cabin, and his assistant, Frederick Steer
was sent to investigate. Both indicator lights outside cabin 126 were
lit, denoting that both the steward and stewardess had been summoned.
This was most unusual, for normally a passenger would only require the
attention of one or the other. He knocked and tried to enter. The door
opened only a short way before being abruptly shut, but not before Steer
had seen James Camb, wearing a sleeveless vest and holding up his
trousers. As the door was closing, he heard Camb say, “It’s all right.”
Steer reported back to the senior night-watchman and
together they returned to cabin 126 where they spent some time listening
at the door. Hearing nothing, they left, but felt it their duty to
report the incident to the officer on watch. Not wishing to get a
fellow-officer into trouble they did not name the steward involved. Not
that the officer was concerned.
“Don’t worry about it,” he said. “If a passenger
chooses to entertain someone in their cabin at this hour, that’s their
affair. We’re not responsible for their morals.” He might have felt
differently had he known Camb was involved, for twice previously
passengers had accused him of attempted rape.
At seven thirty, when the stewardess knocked on the
door of cabin 126, the room was empty. At first she thought Gibson had
gone to the bathroom, and it wasn’t until later that she reported her
missing. Despite a thorough search, no trace of Gibson was found and
though the ship did put back it soon became apparent that searching for
a body in that vast expanse of water was futile. The police were
notified and they came on board as soon as the ship docked at
Southampton. Following their investigations, James Camb was charged
with murder. Mr Justice Hilbery presided over a court which heard
conflicting accounts of the incident.
The Case for the Prosecution
James Camb knocked on the door of cabin 126, a glass
of brandy in one hand. The sleepy voice of Gay Gibson called out to him.
“Who’s there?”
“I’ve bought you a brandy, Miss,” replied James Camb.
“Just a minute.” Her pyjama-clad figure opened the
door to take the drink from him. Suddenly he pushed her backwards,
closing the door behind him.
“The brandy can wait,” smirked James Camb, “Other
things take precedence.”
“What do you mean?” asked Gibson, backing away from
him. “Get out of my cabin.”
“You must be joking,” Camb replied, as he leapt at
her, forcing her down onto her bed. He loosened his trousers before
climbing on top of her. As he ripped at her clothing she pressed
desperately on the bells above her head, before frantically clawing and
scratching at him. Realising help had been summoned, Camb stood up off
the bed and, placing his fingers round her throat, strangled the life
out of her. To hide the evidence of his murderous assault, he threw her
body out of the porthole. It was then that Steer, the assistant night-watchman
knocked on the door.
The Case for the Defence
James Camb knocked on the door of cabin 126, a glass
of brandy in one hand. The wide awake voice of Gay Gibson called out
to him. “Come in. What kept you? I thought you were never coming.”
Although she had on a flimsy yellow dressing gown, he could see she wasn’t
wearing pyjamas. She said, “Put that drink down, I’ll have it later.”
“Give me a kiss,” demanded Camb as he climbed on the
bed. He unfastened her dressing gown and was delighted to find her
naked underneath. Quickly he removed his shirt and trousers.
She sighed as she threw her arms around his neck and
pulled him down on top of her. As their lovemaking intensified suddenly
he felt her heave beneath him and start gasping for breath. Her body
stiffened for a fraction of a second and then relaxed completely. He
immediately stood up off the bed and saw at once her mouth was ringed
with blood-flecked foam. One eye was just slightly open. He tried to
revive her but to no avail. She was dead. He panicked and threw the
body out of the porthole. It was then that Steer, the assistant night-watchman
knocked on the door.
Further Evidence
Found in Gibson’s belongings was a
contraceptive device, a version of the Dutch Cap. The jury was invited
to believe that as the appliance was not used, she did not intend for
sex to take place. In rebuttal, the defence produced witnesses who
claimed Gibson, though sexually experienced, was naive in such matters
and may have decided not to use it.
The defence produced a number of witnesses purporting
to show Gibson suffered from a number of ailments, including asthma and
fainting fits, which might have caused her death.
Crucial to the case was forensic examination of the
sheets on Gibson’s bed. This revealed the presence of stains that
proved to be lipstick, dried blood and urine. The blood group was
identified as Type O, whereas Camb’s was Type A. It was therefore
accepted the blood came from Gibson’s body. The presence of urine
stains was shown to be consistent with death by strangulation but not by
heart attack. Moreover, if Camb had been in the process of making love
to Miss Gibson in the manner he described, the urine would have been
ejected over him and not over the bed. The supposition was that at the
time of death Camb was not on the bed at all, but standing over the body.
Nobody seems to have questioned why Miss Gibson should have been wearing
lipstick at three in the morning unless she was expecting someone.
Verdict
Camb’s arrogant approach and callous attitude towards
the events counted against him, the jury taking only three quarters of
an hour to find him guilty. Asked by the judge if he had anything to
say before sentence he replied, “My Lord, at the beginning of the case I
pleaded not guilty. I repeat that statement now. That is all.” He was
sentenced to be hanged.
Postscript
Camb in fact escaped execution. Whilst waiting for
his appeal to be heard, an amendment to the Criminal Justice Act was
passed, suspending the death penalty for five years. Although this was
later to be rejected by the House Of Lords, in the interim the Home
Secretary commuted all death sentences to life imprisonment. Camb was
released from prison on parole in 1959, but in 1967 he was convicted of
sexually assaulting a thirteen year old girl for which he was put on
probation. Shortly after, he faced a charge of sexual misconduct with
three schoolgirls and he was sent back to prison to serve out his life
sentence. James Camb died of heart disease in 1979, aged 62, a man
broken by his prison experience. To the end he maintained his innocence
of the muder of Gay Gibson.