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Robert BUTLER
The New Zealand Railways Magazine
April 1, 1933
In the year 1880 the city of Dunedin had less than
half its present number of inhabitants but relatively, on a population
basis, held a higher position among the principal cities of New Zealand
than it does to-day.
In that city there appeared to be no happier married
couple than James Murray Dewar and his young wife. They had been married
about eighteen months, and there was one small infant of the marriage.
In the centre of a cluster of houses in Cumberland Street lay a tiny
cottage, the happy home of the Dewars. There Dewar had begun and was
enjoying his early married life. By occupation he was a butcher, and in
March, 1880, was employed by a Mr. Howard, a master butcher.
About 3 o'clock in the morning of Sunday, the 14th
March, 1880, James Robb, who lived opposite the Dewar cottage, was
awakened by his father. Robb was a volunteer fire brigadesman, and his
father had noticed fire coming from the tiny home of the Dewars. He
rushed across the street, but found the door closed and could get no
reply to his shouting and knocking. He opened the back door. Unable to
withstand the dense smoke that assailed him, he dropped to his knees and
crawled on his hands and knees to the bedroom. There his attention was
attracted by some groans. He groped towards the sound, and soon dragged
out to safety the body of a woman. It was Mrs. Dewar. Into the house
Robb dashed again, and soon succeeded in putting out the flames. On the
bed he found Dewar lying with a ghastly fatal wound in his head. Near
the bed was an axe covered with the blood and hair of the victim. Robb
returned to Mrs. Dewar, whom he found also suffering from head injuries.
He called in Dr. Niven, who ordered the removal of Mrs. Dewar to
hospital. That night the unfortunate woman died without recovering
consciousness. In addition to these two victims, Robb found the body of
the baby in its cot, though there were no external signs to shew the
reason of its demise.
The horror and excitement that swept through Dunedin
was unprecedented. Men and women were in deadly fear in case the
murderer should pay them a visit.
The whole town seethed with excitement and rumours
were rising every hour. They relaxed only when Robert Butler was charged
with the crime. Prior to the murder Butler, who had been discharged from
gaol, called on Inspector Mallard, of the local police force. By Mallard,
he was advised where he could most likely get work. He refused to go
harvesting, saying he was unfit for manual work.
While talking to Inspector Mallard, Butler spoke of
some famous criminals, including Charles Peace and Scott. He assured the
Inspector it would be an easy thing to hide all traces of a crime by
means of fire. He also said to the Inspector: “Supposing now you were to
wake up one morning and find some brutal murder committed, you would at
once put it down to me; would you not?” The Inspector said “No, Butler,
certainly not. The first thing I should do would be to look for
suspicious facts and circumstances, and most undoubtedly, if they
pointed to you, you would be looked after.”
It was not long after the discovery of this crime,
however, that Butler was looked after, and his arrest was effected by
two police constables at great risk of their own lives. A suspicious
looking man had been going towards Waikouaiti, and it was not known who
it was, but the constables in the nearest locality were warned to arrest
on suspicion. If necessary, they would have arrested the man on the
ground of being a rogue and vagabond.
The two constables, Townsend and Colborne, noticed
the suspected man go into the bush. Constable Townsend followed him and
asked where he had come from. The man said “Waikouaiti.” Colborne
approached the man from a slightly different angle, and then the man
whipped out a revolver and pointed it at one of the two and then at the
other. He was rushed before he could fire the revolver, and the
suspected man was later found to be Robert Butler alias Donnelly alias
Medway alias Lee. Then the police set to work and built up a remarkable
series of circumstances, relied on subsequently, to sheet home the foul
crime to Butler.
He was subsequently charged with, and tried in the
Supreme Court at Dunedin for the murder of Dewar. The trial was before
Mr. Justice Williams and jury of twelve. Mr. B. C. Haggitt prosecuted
for the Crown. In spite of pressure from the Judge to engage counsel
Butler insisted on defending himself.
Ordinarily, to defend oneself is a grave handicap,
for a layman cannot hope to extract, effectively, satisfactory answers
from the Crown witnesses in cross-examination. In addition to this,
expert judgment is so necessary to determine the best line of defence,
and finally, the capacity to address the jury is essential. All the
disabilities would be even graver in the case where the prisoner's life
depended on the successful defence. The only advantage likely to accrue
to a prisoner on his undertaking his own defence is that the Judge would
be extremely careful to protect the prisoner from any unfairness in the
trial.
Butler must have known this, for at the end of the
opening speech of the prosecution he humbly asked the Judge's leave to
ask him something. This is what he said: “You said just now that you
were sorry I have not had counsel to defend me. Whilst the adage says
‘The man who is his own counsel has a fool for a client.’ I can only say
there is another, which says that ‘Thrice armed is he who has his
quarrel just.’ I have to ask your Honour's assistance and beg that you
will not allow any irregularities to go against me.” To this the Judge
said: “Certainly I shall take care that you have fair play. I do not
think that the Crown will press unduly against you; but if there is
anything that you would wish brought out—any points that you think are
in your favour—I shall certainly see that it is done.”
The Crown's case was built up on a series of facts,
which all strongly tended to show guilt on the part of Butler. It was
proved that two days before the murder Butler changed his residence and
went to stay at the Scotia Hotel, at the corner of Leith and Dundas
Streets. On that day he was wearing a suit of clothes described at the
trial as dark lavender with a small check on it. He had a blue top coat
and a white muffler, and he wore a moustache. On that Thursday night,
the 11th March, 1880, he slept there, and was in the hotel most of the
next day. He went out on the Friday night, leaving his top coat and
muffler and a parcel behind. He did not return that night, nor was he
seen at all at the hotel on the Saturday.
About 6 a.m. on the morning of Sunday, 14th March,
when a hotel servant, Sarah Gillespie, opened the hotel door, Butler
entered. He was then wearing his lavender coloured suit. Sarah Gillespie
said that he appeared restless, excited and pale, and afraid as if
someone was coming after him. Shortly after he entered he went out again
with the parcel, which he had left in his room two days before, under
his arm. He was wearing his overcoat, she said, buttoned up to his neck.
He went out to the path, looked up and down the street, and re-entered
the hotel, where he drank some beer. He told the barman that he had had
no breakfast that morning. He was seen to walk to the store at the
corner of Dundas and Cumberland Streets. He knocked at the door, as the
shop had not been opened. While he was waiting he stepped back and
looked in the direction of Dewar's cottage. A boy opened the shop door,
and from him, Butler bought four tins of salmon. From the time he left
the store he was not seen again until he was seen at the Saratoga Hotel,
at Blueskin, after 10 p.m. that evening.
Other inquiries resulted in the finding, in the town
belt, of two tins of salmon of precisely the brand Butler had bought, as
well as the lavender coloured suit of clothes. To the Saratoga Hotel the
news had travelled of the murder. While Butler was supping he heard the
murder discussed. The landlord noticed that Butler became at once
restless, hastily finished his meal and left the hotel. He was not seen
again till about 3.30 p.m. in the afternoon of the following day, when
he was arrested in the manner already described.
An examination of the victims and of their home
shewed that the murderer had struck five blows and that Dewar had been
killed in his sleep. Mrs. Dewar had tried to get out of bed when she had
been struck down. The axe used was Dewar's own axe, which had been taken
from the coal cellar. Robbery may have been the original motive of the
murderer, for some drawers had been disturbed. Naturally there were
spots of blood in the bedroom, and they all radiated from the corner of
the room where the head of the bed was. There were curious nail traces
from the intruder's boots. The only point that could be got from these
marks was that prior to the murder Butler had on his boots, a pair of
what was then known as “clumpsoles,” that is, extra soles clamped to the
original soles of the boots. After the murder these soles had been
removed and were never traced.
When Butler was arrested he was wearing, not the
lavender suit, but one quite different. The lavender-coloured one was
found, as already stated, and under chemical analysis certain minute
spots were declared to be blood marks. Apparently in those days there
were not the facilities of proving whether it was human blood. The
discarding of the lavender-coloured suit was a point strongly relied on
by the Crown, for it was a new suit and in perfectly good condition.
Further searching near the spot where the coat was found revealed the
trousers, cravat, and hat of the prisoner, which he was proved to have
been wearing on 13th of March.
The shirt which the prisoner was wearing when he was
arrested was examined microscopically, and tiny blood spots were found
which to the naked eye were almost invisible. The Crown medical
witnesses denied the explanation the prisoner offered with regard to the
blood found on his shirt and suit of clothes. Butler said that he had
scratched his hands. The medical witnesses were of the opinion, however,
that the spots would have been smeared on, if that were the true
explanation. These spots, they said, had been spurted on. This they
inferred from their appearance.
One other act of the prisoner was used against him,
and that was that he had shaved off his moustache on the day following
the murder, in order, the Crown said, to facilitate flight. Butler seems
to have an overwhelming conceit of himself, for he told Detective Bain,
a few days before the crime, that if ever he broke loose again he would
be “one of the most ferocious tigers that was ever let loose on a
community.”
All the facts on which the prosecution relied were
duly established beyond question. The cross-examination of the witnesses
was very clever, and anything that could be got from them by inference
in the prisoner's favour, Butler extracted. He was, of course, allowed a
latitude which, had he been defended by counsel, would never have been
tolerated. He rated the Inspector of Police for having got admissions
from him without warning him, and the Judge disapproved strongly of the
Inspector's having interrogated Butler as he had.
The Crown's case finished on a Friday afternoon, and
Butler was asked if he would like an adjournment to the next day. He
took advantage of the extra hours in which to prepare his speech. He
called no witnesses, and did not give evidence himself. Next morning, Mr.
Haggitt did not trouble to address the jury. Perhaps he thought the case
was so strong that it was unnecessary. Butler then began one of the most
remarkable addresses that, surely, has ever been delivered. He spoke for
six hours, traversed the evidence in detail, and offered a plausible
explanation for every point relied on against him. He began by reminding
the jury that the evidence was purely circumstantial. He reminded them
that the police had followed no clue but those directed to catch him,
and he told them how the onus of proof was strongly on the Crown.
Cleverly he referred to the fact that he had relied on his own poor
ability to defend himself, and that at that late stage in the trial he
admitted how foolish he had been. How easily, he pointed out to them, a
clever counsel could have torn the evidence to shreds. It was a clever
answer, designed to lead the jury to extend much clemency towards him.
After referring to the two adages he made use of at
the beginning of the trial with regard to defending himself, he added
two more, in these words: “Another proverb occurs to me now which is as
apt as the others. ‘It is easier to attack than to defend,’ and against
this, I will try to console myself with another old saying which is,
‘God defends the right.’ Gentlemen, I shall endeavour to rest upon the
force of truth alone.”
He implored them not to let their horror of the crime
affect their calm judgment. He wanted to know how the landlord of the
Saratoga Hotel could be sure that he had heard the conversation about
the murder. He said that if he had been the guilty man he would have got
rid of his shirt, too, because some of the spots of blood could be seen
on a careful examination, and surely he would have been more than
anxious to look carefully. He ridiculed the police theory. He said he
left hurriedly because he knew he was suspected for a burglary the night
before at the house of a Mr. Stamper. Apparently he admitted this act.
He ridiculed Gillespie's impression that he looked
frightened on the ground that she had already heard of the murder an
hour or two before, and suggested that she was perturbed and emotional.
He remarked that another witness, who saw him soon after Gillespie had
seen him, spoke of him as being quiet and that he did not appear
frightened. To give one or two examples of his plausible reasoning, he
referred to the incident of his going to a store for the four tins of
salmon. The Crown claimed that he stepped back to look towards the
little cottage of the Dewars. He said he knocked at the door, and
getting no ready reply he stepped up the street looking for another shop.
He denied that he left the Scotia Hotel after the murder with his top
coat buttoned to the neck, and pointed out that there was no button at
the neck of the coat. He also said that when he was arrested he referred
to the burglary at Stamper's. This was denied by one police officer, but
admitted by two others. He remarked that if he had committed the crime
of murder he certainly would have prevented, by the use of his revolver
his own arrest.
He shewed that the condition of the cottage was
really indicative of the fact that the crime was perpetrated, not by a
burglar, but by an enemy of Dewar. He shewed that it was a most unlikely
place for a man in his position to have gone. He was a complete stranger
to Dewar, and had only been in Dunedin three or four weeks. He concluded
by recapitulating his answers to each of the theories of the prosecution,
and told the jury that while his was a terrible position so was theirs.
His last words to the jury were: “Finally, one word more, I stand in a
terrible position; so do you. See that in your way of disposing of me
you deliver yourselves of your responsibilities.”
The Judge, in his summing up, admonished the jury to
harken only to what they had heard at the trial; warned them against so-called
public opinion, but told them to convict if they felt constrained, on
the evidence, to do so. He agreed there was no evidence to show that
robbery was the motive. He reminded them that although the fact that the
prisoner had been out all night shewed that he might have done the deed,
so, too, many others might be under suspicion from the same cause. He
told them to treat evidence such as Gillespie's with great caution. The
Judge made an interesting comment on the police evidence in these words:
“Then we have the evidence of the arresting
constables and of Inspector Mallard, and the prisoner in his address to
the jury made a remark on the value of the evidence given by a policeman.
Well you distinctly understand me, gentlemen, that I do not wish to
apply it particularly to the present case. I may say that the remark the
prisoner made is one that is found in all the legal text books, ‘That
all men are guilty till they are proved to be innocent’ is naturally the
creed of the police, but it is not a creed that finds sanction in a
Court of Justice. In taking the evidence of the constables into
consideration you must take that into consideration.”
The Judge then traversed all the evidence, and
construed it by no means unfavourably to the prisoner. He considered the
evidence of the blood stains of crucial importance. He said that unless
the prisoner's explanation was unacceptable he thought the Crown case
failed. His final words were: “If you think there is no other
intelligible way of explaining the murder than that the prisoner
committed it, then it would be a duty, altogether irrespective of
consequences, to find him guilty. If, however, you think either that the
evidence does not establish that, and, further, that the evidence does
not sufficiently connect the prisoner with the murder or that there are
other reasonable ways for accounting for the murder, then—however
unsatisfactory it may be to leave a crime of such an atrocious nature
undiscovered and unpunished—it will be your duty to acquit him.”
The jury retired and returned in three hours with a
verdict of not guilty. So ended one of the most remarkable criminal
trials ever held in New Zealand. The outstanding ability and cunning of
the prisoner prevailed. Soon after he was convicted of arson of
Stamper's residence and served a sentence of eighteen years hard labour.
On his release in 1896 he went to South America and thence to Australia.
But, in Queensland, in the year 1905, Nemesis overtook him, and under
the alias of Wharton he was hanged for the murder of a Mr. Munday in
that city.
In the light of our knowledge of Butler's character
it may well be that he was the murderer of the Dewars. The jury, however,
thought there was a doubt, and properly gave him the benefit of it,
thereby upholding the traditions of British justice.
THE CAREER OF ROBERT BUTLER
On the evening of March 23, 1905, Mr. William Munday, a highly
respected citizen of the town of Tooringa, in Queensland, was walking
to the neighbouring town of Toowong to attend a masonic gathering. It
was about eight o'clock, the moon shining brightly. Nearing Toowong,
Mr. Munday saw a middle-aged man, bearded and wearing a white overcoat,
step out into the moonlight from under the shadow of a tree. As Mr.
Munday advanced, the man in the white coat stood directly in his way.
"Out with all you have, and quick about it," he said. Instead of
complying with this peremptory summons, Mr. Munday attempted to close
with him. The man drew back quickly, whipped out a revolver, fired,
and made off as fast as he could. The bullet, after passing through Mr.
Munday's left arm, had lodged in the stomach. The unfortunate
gentleman was taken to a neighbouring hospital where, within a few
hours, he was dead.
In the meantime a vigorous search was made for his assailant. Late
the same night Constable Hennessy, riding a bicycle, saw a man in a
white coat who seemed to answer to the description of the assassin. He
dismounted, walked up to him and asked him for a match. The man put
his hand inside his coat. "What have you got there?" asked the
constable. "I'll--soon show you," replied the man in the white coat,
producing suddenly a large revolver. But Hennessy was too quick for
him. Landing him one under the jaw, he sent him to the ground and,
after a sharp struggle, secured him. Constable Hennessy little knew at
the time that his capture in Queensland of the man in the white coat
was almost as notable in the annals of crime as the affray at
Blackheath on an autumn night in 1878, when Constable Robinson
grappled successfully, wounded as he was, with Charles Peace.
The man taken by Hennessy gave the name of James Wharton, and as
James Wharton he was hanged at Brisbane. But before his death it was
ascertained beyond doubt, though he never admitted it himself, that
Wharton was none other than one Robert Butler, whose career as a
criminal and natural wickedness may well rank him with Charles Peace
in the hierarchy of scoundrels. Like Peace, Butler was, in the jargon
of crime, a "hatter," a "lone hand," a solitary who conceived and
executed his nefarious designs alone; like Peace, he supplemented an
insignificant physique by a liberal employment of the revolver; like
Peace, he was something of a musician, the day before his execution he
played hymns for half an hour on the prison organ; like Peace, he knew
when to whine when it suited his purpose; and like Peace, though not
with the same intensity, he could be an uncomfortably persistent lover,
when the fit was on him. Both men were cynics in their way and viewed
their fellow-men with a measure of contempt. But here parallel ends.
Butler was an intellectual, inferior as a craftsman to Peace, the
essentially practical, unread, naturally gifted artist. Butler was a
man of books. He had been schoolmaster, journalist. He had studied the
lives of great men, and as a criminal, had devoted especial attention
to those of Frederick the Great and Napoleon. Butler's defence in the
Dunedin murder trial was a feat of skill quite beyond the power of
Peace. Peace was a religious man after the fashion of the mediaeval
tyrant, Butler an infidel. Peace, dragged into the light of a court of
justice, cut a sorry figure; here Butler shone. Peace escaped a
conviction for murder by letting another suffer in his place; Butler
escaped a similar experience by the sheer ingenuity of his defence.
Peace had the modesty and reticence of the sincere artist; Butler the
loquacious vanity of the literary or forensic coxcomb. Lastly, and it
is the supreme difference, Butler was a murderer by instinct and
conviction, as Lacenaire or Ruloff; "a man's life," he said, "was of
no more importance than a dog's; nature respects the one no more than
the other, a volcanic eruption kills mice and men with the one hand.
The divine command, `kill, kill and spare not,' was intended not only
for Joshua, but for men of all time; it is the example of our rulers,
our Fredericks and Napoleons."
Butler was of the true Prussian mould. "In crime," he would say,
"as in war, no half measures. Let us follow the example of our rulers
whose orders in war run, `Kill, burn and sink,' and what you cannot
carry away, destroy.'" Here is the gospel of frightfulness applied
almost prophetically to crime. To Butler murder is a principle of
warfare; to Peace it was never more than a desperate resort or an act
the outcome of ungovernable passion.
Ireland can claim the honour of Butler's birth. It took place at
Kilkenny about 1845. At an early age he left his native land for
Australia, and commenced his professional career by being sentenced
under the name of James Wilson--the same initials as those of James
Wharton of Queensland--to twelve months' imprisonment for vagrancy. Of
the sixteen years he passed in Victoria he spent thirteen in prison,
first for stealing, then in steady progression for highway robbery and
burglary. Side by side with the practical and efficient education in
crime furnished by the Victorian prisons of that day, Butler availed
himself of the opportunity to educate his mind. It was during this
period that he found inspiration and encouragement in the study of the
lives of Frederick and Napoleon, besides acquiring a knowledge of
music and shorthand.
When in 1876 Butler quitted Australia for New Zealand, he was
sufficiently accomplished to obtain employment as a schoolmaster.
At Cromwell, Otago, under the name of "C. J. Donelly, Esq.," Butler
opened a "Commercial and Preparatory Academy," and in a prospectus
that recalls Mr. Squeers' famous advertisement of Dotheboys Hall,
announced that the programme of the Academy would include "reading,
taught as an art and upon the most approved principles of elocution,
writing, arithmetic, euclid, algebra, mensuration, trigonometry, book-keeping,
geography, grammar, spelling and dictation) composition, logic and
debate, French, Latin, shorthand, history, music, and general lectures
on astronomy, natural philosophy, geology, and other subjects." The
simpler principles of these branches of learning were to be "rendered
intelligible, and a firm foundation laid for the acquirement of future
knowledge." Unfortunately a suspicion of theft on Butler's part cut
short the fulfilment of this really splendid programme, and Butler
left Cromwell hurriedly for the ampler field of Dunedin. There, less
than a fortnight after his arrivel{sic}, he was sentenced to four
years' hard labour for several burglaries committed in and about that
city.
On the 18th of February, 1880, Butler was released from prison.
With that consummate hypocrisy which was part of the man, he had
contrived to enlist the sympathies of the Governor of the Dunedin Jail,
who gave him, on his departure, a suit of clothes and a small sum of
money. A detective of the name of Bain tried to find him employment.
Butler wished to adopt a literary career. He acted as a reporter on
the Dunedin Evening Star, and gave satisfaction to the editor of that
newspaper. An attempt to do some original work, in the shape of "Prison
Sketches," for another newspaper, was less successful. Bain had
arranged for the publication of the articles in the Sunday Advertiser,
but when the time came to deliver his manuscript, Butler failed to
appear. Bain, whose duty it was to keep an eye on Butler, found him in
the street looking wild and haggard. He said that he had found the
work "too much for his head," that he had torn up what he had written,
that he had nowhere to go, and had been to the end of the jetty with
the intention of drowning himself. Bain replied somewhat caustically
that he thought it a pity he had not done so, as nothing would have
given him greater joy than going to the end of the jetty and
identifying his body. "You speak very plainly," said Butler. "Yes, and
what is more, I mean what I say," replied Bain. Butler justified
Bain's candour by saying that if he broke out again, he would be worse
than the most savage tiger ever let loose on the community. As a means
of obviating such an outbreak, Butler suggested that, intellectual
employment having failed, some form of manual labour should be found
him. Bain complied with Butler's request, and got him a job at
levelling reclaimed ground in the neighbourhood of Dunedin. On
Wednesday, March 10, Butler started work, but after three hours of it
relinquished the effort. Bain saw Butler again in Dunedin on the
evening of Saturday, March 13, and made an appointment to meet him at
half-past eight that night. Butler did not keep the appointment. Bain
searched the town for him, but he was nowhere to be found.
About the same time Butler had some talk with another member of the
Dunedin police force, Inspector Mallard. They discussed the crimes of
Charles Peace and other notable artists of that kind. Butler remarked
to Mallard how easy it would be to destroy all traces of a murder by
fire, and asked the inspector whether if he woke up one morning to
find some brutal murder had been committed, he would not put it down
to him. "No, Butler," replied the inspector, "the first thing I should
do would be to look for suspicious circumstances, and most undoubtedly,
if they pointed to you, you would be looked after."
In the early morning of this Saturday, March 13, the house of a Mr.
Stamper, a solicitor of Dunedin, had been broken into, and some
articles of value, among them a pair of opera glasses, stolen. The
house had been set on fire, and burned to the ground. On the morning
of the following day, Sunday, the 14th, Dunedin was horrified by the
discovery of a far more terrible crime, tigerish certainly in its
apparent ferocity. In a house in Cumberland Street, a young married
couple and their little baby were cruelly murdered and un{sic}{an??}
unsuccessful attempt made to fire the scene of the crime.
About half-past six on Sunday morning a man of the name of Robb, a
carpenter, on getting out of bed, noticed smoke coming from the house
of a neighbor of his, Mr. J. M. Dewar, who occupied a small one-floored
cottage standing by itself in Cumberland Street, a large and broad
thoroughfare on the outskirts of the town. Dewar was a butcher by
trade, a young man, some eighteen months married, and father of a baby
girl. Robb, on seeing smoke coming from Dewar's house, woke his son,
who was a member of the fire brigade. The latter got up, crossed the
street, and going round to the back door, which he found wide open,
entered the house. As he went along the passage that separated the two
front rooms, a bedroom and sitting-room, he called to the inmates to
get up. He received no answer, but as he neared the bedroom he heard a
"gurgling" sound. Crawling on his hands and knees he reached the
bedroom door, and two feet inside it his right hand touched something.
It was the body of a woman; she was still alive, but in a dying
condition. Robb dragged her across the passage into the sitting-room.
He got some water, and extin- guished the fire in the bedroom. On the
bed lay the body of Dewar. To all appearances he had been killed in
his sleep. By his side was the body of the baby, suffocated by the
smoke. Near the bed was an axe belonging to Dewar, stained with blood.
It was with this weapon, apparently, that Mr. and Mrs. Dewar had been
attacked. Under the bed was a candlestick belonging also to the Dewars,
which had been used by the murderer in setting fire to the bed. The
front window of the sitting-room was open, there were marks of boot
nails on the sill, and on the grass in front of the window a knife was
found. An attempt had been made to ransack a chest of drawers in the
bedroom, but some articles of jewellery lying in one of the drawers,
and a ring on the dressing-table had been left untouched. As far as
was known, Mr. and Mrs. Dewar were a perfectly happy and united couple.
Dewar had been last seen alive about ten o'clock on the Saturday night
getting off a car near his home. At eleven a neighbour had noticed a
light in the Dewars' house. About five o'clock on the Sunday morning
another neighbour had been aroused from his sleep by the sound as of
something falling heavily. It was a wild and boisterous night.
Thinking the noise might be the slamming of his stable door, he got up
and went out to see that it was secure. He then noticed that a light
was burning in the bedroom window of the Dewars' cottage.
Nothing more was known of what had occurred that morning until at
half-past six Robb saw the smoke coming from Dewars' house. Mrs. Dewar,
who alone could have told something, never recovered consciousness and
died on the day following the crime. Three considerable wounds
sufficient to cause death had been inflicted on the unfortunate
woman's head, and five of a similar character on that of her husband.
At the head of the bed, which stood in the corner of the room, there
was a large smear of blood on the wall just above the door; there were
spots of blood all over the top of the bed, and some smaller ones that
had to all appearances spurted on to the panel of the door nearest to
the bed.
The investigation of this shocking crime was placed in the hands of
Detective Bain, whose duty it had been to keep an eye on Robert Butler,
but he did not at first associate his interesting charge with the
commission of the murder. About half-past six on Sunday evening Bain
happened to go to a place called the Scotia Hotel, where the landlord
informed him that one of his servants, a girl named Sarah Gillespie,
was very anxious to see him. Her story was this: On the morning of
Thursday, March 11, Robert Butler had come to the hotel; he was
wearing a dark lavender check suit and carried a top coat and parcel.
Butler had stayed in the hotel all Thursday and slept there that
night. He had not slept in the hotel on the Friday night, and Sarah
Gillespie had not seen him again until he came into the house about
five and twenty minutes to seven on Sunday morning. The girl noticed
that he was pale and excited, seemed afraid and worried, as if someone
were coming after him. After giving her some money for the landlord,
he went upstairs, fetched his top coat, a muffler, and his parcel.
Before leaving he said he would have a pint of beer, as he had not
breakfasted. He then left, presumably to catch an early train.
Butler was next seen a few minutes later at a shop near the hotel,
where he bought five tins of salmon, and about the same time a milk-boy
saw him standing on the kerb in Cumberland Street in a stooping
position, his head turned in the direction of Dewars' house. A little
after ten the same night Butler entered a hotel at a place called
Blueskin, some twelve miles distant from Dunedin. He was wearing an
overcoat and a light muffler. He sat down at a table in the dining-room
and seemed weary and sleepy. Someone standing at the bar said "What a
shocking murder that was in Cumberland Street!" Butler started up,
looked steadily from one to the other of the two men who happened to
be in the room, then sat down again and, taking up a book, appeared to
be reading. More than once he put down the book and kept shifting
uneasily in his chair. After having some supper he got up, paid his
reckoning, and left the hotel.
At half-past three the following morning, about fifteen miles from
Dunedin, on the road to Waikouaiti, two constables met a man whom they
recognised as Butler from a description that had been circulated by
the police. The constables arrested and searched him. They found on
him a pair of opera glasses, the property of Mr. Stamper, whose house
had been burgled and burned down on the morning of the 13th. Of this
crime Butler acknowledged himself to be the perpetrator. Besides the
opera glasses the constables took from Butler two tins of salmon, a
purse containing four shillings and sixpence, a pocket knife, a box of
matches, a piece of candle, and a revolver and cartridges. The
prisoner was carrying a top coat, and was dressed in a dark coat and
grey trousers, underneath which he was wearing a white shirt, an under
flannel and a Rob Roy Crimean shirt. One of the constables noticed
that there were marks of blood on his shirt. Another singular feature
in Butler's attire was the fact that the outer soles of his boots had
been recently removed. When last seen in Dunedin Butler had been
wearing a moustache; he was now clean shaven.
The same evening a remarkable interview took place in the lock-up
at Waikouaiti between Butler and Inspector Mallard. Mallard, who had
some reason for suspecting Butler, bearing in mind their recent
conversation, told the prisoner that he would be charged with the
murder in Cumberland Street. For a few seconds, according to Mallard,
the prisoner seemed terribly agitated and appeared to be choking.
Recovering himself somewhat, he said, "If for that, you can get no
evidence against me; and if I am hanged for it, I shall be an innocent
man, whatever other crimes I may have committed." Mallard replied, "There
is evidence to convict you--the fire was put out." Butler than{sic}
said that he would ask Mallard a question, but, after a pause, decided
not to do so. Mallard, after examining Butler's clothes, told him that
those were not the clothes in which he had left the Scotia Hotel.
Butler admitted it, and said he had thrown those away in the North
East Valley. Mallard alluded to the disappearance of the prisoner's
moustache. Butler replied that he had cut it off on the road. Mallard
noticed then the backs of Butler's hands were scratched, as if by
contact with bushes. Butler seemed often on the point of asking
questions, but would then stop and say "No, I won't ask you anything."
To the constables who had arrested him Butler remarked, "You ought to
remember me, because I could have shot you if I had wished." When
Mallard later in the evening visited Butler again, the prisoner who
was then lying down said, "I want to speak to you. I want to ask the
press not to publish my career. Give me fair play. I suppose I shall
be convicted and you will see I can die like a man."
A few days after Butler's arrest a ranger on the Town Belt, a hill
overlooking Dunedin, found a coat, a hat and silk striped cravat, and
a few days later a pair of trousers folded up and placed under a bush.
These articles of clothing were identified as those which Butler had
been seen wearing on the Saturday and Sunday morning. They were
examined. There were a number of bloodstains on them, not one of them
larger in size than a pea, some almost invisible. On the front of the
trousers about the level of the groin there were blood spots on both
sides. There was blood on the fold of the left breast of the coat and
on the lining of the cuff of the right arm. The shirt Butler was
wearing at the time of his arrest was examined also. There were small
spots of blood, about fourteen altogether, on the neck and shoulder
bands, the right armpit, the left sleeve, and on both wristbands.
Besides the clothes, a salmon tin was found on the Town Belt, and
behind a seat in the Botanical Gardens, from which a partial view of
the Dewars' house in Cumberland Street could be obtained, two more
salmon tins were found, all three similar to the five purchased by
Butler on the Sunday morning, two of which had been in his possession
at the time of his arrest.
Such were the main facts of the case which Butler had to answer
when, a few weeks later, he was put on his trial before the Supreme
Court at Dunedin. The presiding judge was Mr. Justice Williams,
afterwards Sir Joshua Williams and a member of the Privy Council. The
Crown Prosecutor, Mr. Haggitt, conducted the case for the Crown, and
Butler defended himself.
But with all these advantages in the struggle for life, it is
certain that Butler's defence would have been far less effective had
be{sic} been denied all professional aid. As a matter of fact,
throughout his trial Butler was being advised by three distinguished
members of the New Zealand bar, now judges of the Supreme Court, who
though not appearing for him in court, gave him the full benefit of
their assistance outside it. At the same time Butler carried off the
thing well. Where imagination was required, Butler broke down; he
could not write sketches of life in prison; that was too much for his
pedestrian intellect. But given the facts of a case, dealing with a
transaction of which he alone knew the real truth, and aided by the
advice and guidance of trained intellects, Butler was unquestionably
clever and shrewd enough to make the best use of such advantages in
meeting the case against him.
Thus equipped for the coming struggle, this high-browed ruffian,
with his semi-intellectual cast of countenance, his jerky restless
posturing, his splay-footed waddle, "like a lame Muscovy duck," in the
graphic words of his gaol companion, stood up to plead for his life
before the Supreme Court at Dunedin.
It may be said at the outset that Butler profited greatly by the
scrupulous fairness shown by the Crown Prosecutor. Mr. Haggitt
extended to the prisoner a degree of consideration and forbearance,
justified undoubtedly towards an undefended prisoner. But, as we have
seen, Butler was not in reality undefended. At every moment of the
trial he was in communication with his legal advisers, and being
instructed by them how to meet the evidence given against him. Under
these circumstances the unfailing consideration shown him by the Crown
Prosecutor seems almost excessive. From the first moment of the trial
Butler was fully alive to the necessities of his situation. He
refrained from including in his challenges of the jury the gentleman
who was afterwards foreman; he knew he was all right, he said, because
he parted his hair in the middle, a "softy," in fact. He did not know
in all probability that one gentleman on the jury had a rooted
conviction that the murder of the Dewars was the work of a criminal
lunatic. There was certainly nothing in Butler's demeanour or
behaviour to suggest homicidal mania.
The case against Butler rested on purely circumstantial evidence.
No new facts of importance were adduced at the trial. The stealing
of Dewar's wages, which had been paid to him on the Saturday, was the
motive for the murder suggested by the Crown. The chief facts pointing
to Butler's guilt were: his conversation with Mallard and Bain
previous to the crime; his demeanour after it; his departure from
Dunedin; the removal of his moustache and the soles of his boots; his
change of clothes and the bloodstains found upon them, added to which
was his apparent inability to account for his movements on the night
in question.
Such as the evidence was, Butler did little to shake it in cross-
examination. His questions were many of them skilful and pointed, but
on more than one occasion the judge intervened to save him from the
danger common to all amateur cross-examiners, of not knowing when to
stop. He was most successful in dealing with the medical witnesses.
Butler had explained the bloodstains on his clothes as smears that had
come from scratches on his hands, caused by contact with bushes. This
explanation the medical gentlemen with good reason rejected. But they
went further, and said that these stains might well have been caused
by the spurting and spraying of blood on to the murderer as he struck
his victims. Butler was able to show by the position of the
bloodstains on the clothes that such an explanation was open to
considerable doubt.
Butler's speech in his defence lasted six hours, and was a
creditable performance. Its arrangement is somewhat confused and
repetitious, some points are over-elaborated, but on the whole he
deals very successfully with most of the evidence given against him
and exposes the unquestionable weakness of the Crown case. At the
outset he declared that he had taken his innocence for his defence. "I
was not willing," he said, "to leave my life in the hands of a
stranger. I was willing to incur all the disadvantages which the
knowledge of the law might bring upon me.
I was willing, also, to enter on this case without any experience
whatever of that peculiarly acquired art of cross-examination. I fear
I have done wrong. If I had had the assistance of able counsel, much
more light would have been thrown on this case than has been." As we
have seen, Butler enjoyed throughout his trial the informal assistance
of three of the most able counsel in New Zealand, so that this heroic
attitude of conscious innocence braving all dangers loses most of its
force. Without such assistance his danger might have been very real.
A great deal of the evidence as to his conduct and demeanour at the
time of the murder Butler met by acknowledging that it was he who had
broken into Mr. Stamper's house on the Saturday morning, burgled it
and set it on fire. His consciousness of guilt in this respect was, he
said, quite sufficient to account for anything strange or furtive in
his manner at that time. He was already known to the police; meeting
Bain on the Saturday night, he felt more than ever sure that he was
susspected{sic} of the robbery at Mr. Stamper's; he therefore decided
to leave Dunedin as soon as possible. That night, he said, he spent
wandering about the streets half drunk, taking occasional shelter from
the pouring rain, until six o'clock on the Sunday morning, when he
went to the Scotia Hotel. A more detailed account of his movements on
the night of the Dewars' murder he did not, or would not, give.
When he comes to the facts of the murder and his theories as to the
nature and motive of the crime--theories which he developed at rather
unnecessary length for the purpose of his own defence-- his speech is
interesting. It will be recollected that on the discovery of the
murder, a knife was found on the grass outside the house. This knife
was not the property of the Dewars. In Butler's speech he emphasised
the opinion that this knife had been brought there by the murderer:
"Horrible though it may be, my conclusion is that he brought it with
the intention of cutting the throats of his victims, and that, finding
they lay in rather an untoward position, he changed his mind, and,
having carried out the object with which he entered the house, left
the knife and, going back, brought the axe with which he effected his
purpose. What was the purpose of the murderer? Was it the robbery of
Dewar's paltry wages? Was it the act of a tiger broken loose on the
community? An act of pure wanton devilry? or was there some more
reasonable explanation of this most atrocious crime?"
Butler rejected altogether the theory of ordinary theft. No thief
of ambitious views, he said, would pitch upon the house of a poor
journeyman butcher. The killing of the family appeared to him to be
the motive: "an enemy hath done this." The murderer seems to have had
a knowledge of the premises; he enters the house and does his work
swiftly and promptly, and is gone. "We cannot know," Butler continues,
"all the passages in the lives of the murdered man or woman. What can
we know of the hundred spites and jealousies or other causes of malice
which might have caused the crime? If you say some obscure quarrel,
some spite or jealousy is not likely to have been the cause of so
dreadful a murder, you cannot revert to the robbery theory without
admitting a motive much weaker in all its utter needlessness and
vagueness.
The prominent feature of the murder, indeed the only feature, is
its ruthless, unrelenting, determined vindictiveness. Every blow
seemed to say, `You shall die you shall not live.'"
Whether Butler were the murderer of the Dewars or not, the theory
that represented them as having been killed for the purpose of robbery
has its weak side all the weaker if Butler, a practical and ambitious
criminal, were the guilty man.
In 1882, two years after Butler's trial, there appeared in a New
Zealand newspaper, Society, published in Christchurch, a series of
Prison "Portraits," written evidently by one who had himself undergone
a term of imprisonment. One of the "Portraits" was devoted to an
account of Butler. The writer had known Butler in prison. According to
the story told him by Butler, the latter had arrived in Dunedin with a
quantity of jewellery he had stolen in Australia. This jewellery he
entrusted to a young woman for safe keeping. After serving his first
term of two years' imprisonment in Dunedin, Butler found on his
release that the young woman had married a man of the name of Dewar.
Butler went to Mrs. Dewar and asked for the return of his jewellery;
she refused to give it up. On the night of the murder he called at the
house in Cumberland Street and made a last appeal to her, but in vain.
He determined on revenge. During his visit to Mrs. Dewar he had had an
opportunity of seeing the axe and observing the best way to break into
the house. He watched the husband's return, and decided to kill him as
well as his wife on the chance of obtaining his week's wages. With the
help of the knife which he had found in the backyard of a hotel he
opened the window. The husband he killed in his sleep, the woman waked
with the first blow he struck her. He found the jewellery in a drawer
rolled up in a pair of stockings. He afterwards hid it in a well-marked
spot some half-hour before his arrest.
A few years after its appearance in Society, this account of Butler
was reproduced in an Auckland newspaper. Bain, the detective, wrote a
letter questioning the truth of the writer's statements. He pointed
out that when Butler first came to Dunedin he had been at liberty only
a fortnight before serving his first term of imprisonment, very little
time in which to make the acquaintance of a woman and dispose of the
stolen jewellery. He asked why, if Butler had hidden the jewellery
just before his arrest, he had not also hidden the opera-glasses which
he had stolen from Mr. Stamper's house. Neither of these comments is
very convincing. A fortnight seems time enough in which a man of
Butler's character might get to know a woman and dispose of some
jewellery; while, if Butler were the murderer of Mr. Dewar as well as
the burglar who had broken into Stamper's house, it was part of his
plan to acknowledge himself guilty of the latter crime and use it to
justify his movements before and after the murder. Bain is more
convincing when he states at the conclusion of his letter that he had
known Mrs. Dewar from childhood as a "thoroughly good and true woman,"
who, as far as he knew, had never in her life had any acquaintance
with Butler.
At the same time, the account given by Butler's fellow-prisoner, in
which the conduct of the murdered woman is represented as constituting
the provocation for the subsequent crime, explains one peculiar
circumstance in connection with the tragedy, the selection of this
journeyman butcher and his wife as the victims of the murderer. It
explains the theory, urged so persistently by Butler in his speech to
the jury, that the crime was the work of an enemy of the Dewars, the
outcome of some hidden spite, or obscure quarrel; it explains the
apparent ferocity of the murder, and the improbability of a practical
thief selecting such an unprofitable couple as his prey. The rummaged
chest of drawers and the fact that some trifling articles of jewellery
were left untouched on the top of them, are consistent with an eager
search by the murderer for some particular object. Against this theory
of revenge is the fact that Butler was a malignant ruffian and liar in
any case, that, having realised very little in cash by the burglary at
Stamper's house, he would not be particular as to where he might get a
few shillings more, that he had threatened to do a tigerish deed, and
that it is characteristic of his vanity to try to impute to his crime
a higher motive than mere greed or necessity.
Butler showed himself not averse to speaking of the murder in
Cumberland Street to at least one of those, with whom he came in
contact in his later years. After he had left New Zealand and returned
to Australia, he was walking in a street in Melbourne with a friend
when they passed a lady dressed in black, carrying a baby in her arms.
The baby looked at the two men and laughed. Butler frowned and walked
rapidly away. His companion chaffed him, and asked whether it was the
widow or the baby that he was afraid of. Butler was silent, but after
a time asked his companion to come into some gardens and sit down on
one of the seats, as he had something serious to say to him. For a
while Butler sat silent. Then he asked the other if he had ever been
in Dunedin. "Yes," was the reply. "Look here," said Butler, "you are
the only man I ever made any kind of confidant of. You are a good
scholar, though I could teach you a lot." After this gracious
compliment he went on: "I was once tried in Dunedin on the charge of
killing a man, woman and child, and although innocent, the crime was
nearly brought home to me. It was my own ability that pulled me
through. Had I employed a professional advocate, I should not have
been here to-day talking to you." After describing the murder, Butler
said: "Trying to fire the house was unnecessary, and killing the baby
was unnecessary and cruel. I respect no man's life, for no man
respects mine. A lot of men I have never injured have tried to put a
rope round my neck more than once. I hate society in general, and one
or two individuals in particular. The man who did that murder in
Dunedin has, if anything, my sympathy, but it seems to me he need not
have killed that child." His companion was about to speak. Butler
stopped him. "Now, don't ever ask me such a silly question as that,"
he said. "What?" asked his friend. "You were about to ask me if I did
that deed," replied Butler, "and you know perfectly well that, guilty
or innocent, that question would only be answered in one way." "I was
about to ask nothing of the kind," said the other, "for you have
already told me that you were innocent." "Good!" said Butler, "then
let that be the end of the subject, and never refer to it again,
except, perhaps, in your own mind, when you can, if you like, remember
that I said the killing of the child was unnecessary and cruel."
Having developed to the jury his theory of why the crime was
committed, Butler told them that, as far as he was concerned, there
were four points against him on which the Crown relied to prove his
guilt. Firstly, there was the fact of his being in the neighbourhood
of the crime on the Sunday morning; that, he said, applied to scores
of other people besides himself. Then there was his alleged disturbed
appearance and guilty demeanour. The evidence of that was, he
contended, doubtful in any case, and referable to another cause; as
also his leaving Dunedin in the way and at the time he did. He scouted
the idea that murderers are compelled by some invisible force to
betray their guilt. "The doings of men," he urged, "and their success
are regulated by the amount of judgment that they possess, and,
without impugning or denying the existence of Providence, I say this
is a law that holds good in all cases, whether for evil or good.
Murderers, if they have the sense and ability and discretion to cover
up their crime, will escape, do escape, and have escaped. Many people,
when they have gravely shaken their heads and said `Murder will out,'
consider they have done a great deal and gone a long way towards
settling the question. Well, this, like many other stock formulas of
Old World wisdom, is not true. How many murders are there that the
world has never heard of, and never will? How many a murdered man, for
instance, lies among the gum-trees of Victoria, or in the old
abandoned mining-shafts on the diggings, who is missed by nobody,
perhaps, but a pining wife at home, or helpless children, or an old
mother? But who were their murderers? Where are they? God knows,
perhaps, but nobody else, and nobody ever will." The fact, he said,
that he was alleged to have walked up Cumberland Street on the Sunday
morning and looked in the direction of the Dewars' house was, unless
the causes of superstition and a vague and incomplete reasoning were
to be accepted as proof, evidence rather of his innocence than his
guilt. He had removed the soles of his boots, he said, in order to
ease his feet in walking; the outer soles had become worn and ragged,
and in lumps under his feet. He denied that he had told Bain, the
detective, that he would break out as a desperate tiger let loose on
the community; what he had said was that he was tired of living the
life of a prairie dog or a tiger in the jungle.
Butler was more successful when he came to deal with the
bloodstains on his clothes. These, he said, were caused by the blood
from the scratches on his hands, which had been observed at the time
of his arrest. The doctors had rejected this theory, and said that the
spots of blood had been impelled from the axe or from the heads of the
victims as the murderer struck the fatal blow. Butler put on the
clothes in court, and was successful in showing that the position and
appearance of certain of the blood spots was not compatible with such
a theory. "I think," he said, "I am fairly warranted in saying that
the evidence of these gentlemen is, not to put too fine a point on it,
worth just nothing at all."
Butler's concluding words to the jury were brief but emphatic: "I
stand in a terrible position. So do you. See that in your way of
disposing of me you deliver yourselves of your responsibilities."
In the exercise of his forbearance towards an undefended prisoner,
Mr. Haggitt did not address the jury for the Crown. At four o'clock
the judge commenced his summingDup. Mr. Justice Williams impressed on
the jury that they must be satisfied, before they could convict the
prisoner, that the circumstances of the crime and the prisoner's
conduct were inconsistent with any other reasonable hypothesis than
his guilt. There was little or no evidence that robbery was the motive
of the crime. The circumstance of the prisoner being out all Saturday
night and in the neighbourhood of the crime on Sunday morning only
amounted to the fact that he had an opportunity shared by a great
number of other persons of committing the murder. The evidence of his
agitation and demeanour at the time of his arrest must be accepted
with caution. The evidence of the blood spots was of crucial
importance; there was nothing save this to connect him directly with
the crime. The jury must be satisfied that the blood on the clothes
corresponded with the blood marks which, in all probability, would be
found on the person who committed the murder. In regard to the medical
testimony some caution must be exercised. Where medical gentlemen had
made observations, seen with their own eyes, the direct inference
might be highly trustworthy, but, when they proceeded to draw further
inferences, they might be in danger of looking at facts through the
spectacles of theory; "we know that people do that in other things
besides science--politics, religion, and so forth." Taking the Crown
evidence, at its strongest, there was a missing link; did the evidence
of the bloodstains supply it? These bloodstains were almost invisible.
Could a person be reasonably asked to explain how they came where they
did? Could they be accounted for in no other reasonable way than that
the clothes had been worn by the murderer of the Dewars?
In spite of a summing-up distinctly favourable to the prisoner, the
jury were out three hours. According to one account of their
proceedings, told to the writer, there was at first a majority of the
jurymen in favour of conviction. But it was Saturday night; if they
could not come to a decision they were in danger of being locked up
over Sunday. For this reason the gentleman who held an obstinate and
unshaken belief that the crime was the work of a homicidal maniac
found an unexpected ally in a prominent member of a church choir who
was down to sing a solo in his church on Sunday, and was anxious not
to lose such an opportunity for distinction. Whatever the cause, after
three hours' deliberation the jury returned a verdict of "Not Guilty."
Later in the Session Butler pleaded guilty to the burglary at Mr.
Stamper's house, and was sentenced to eighteen years' imprisonment.
The severity of this sentence was not, the judge said, intended to
mark the strong suspicion under which Butler laboured of being a
murderer as well as a burglar.
The ends of justice had been served by Butler's acquittal. But in
the light of after events, it is perhaps unfortunate that the jury did
not stretch a point and so save the life of Mr. Munday of Toowong.
Butler underwent his term of imprisonment in Littleton Jail. There his
reputation was most unenviable. He is described by a fellow prisoner
as ill-tempered, malicious, destructive, but cowardly and treacherous.
He seems to have done little or no work; he looked after the choir and
the library, but was not above breaking up the one and smashing the
other, if the fit seized him.
But the charge of highway robbery, which bore a singular
resemblance to the final catastrophe in Queensland, he resisted to the
utmost, and showed that his experience in the Supreme Court at Dunedin
had not been lost on him. At half-past six one evening in a suburb of
Melbourne an elderly gentleman found himself confronted by a bearded
man, wearing a long overcoat and a boxer hat and flourishing a
revolver, who told him abruptly to "turn out his pockets." The old man
did ashe was told. The robber then asked for his watch and chain,
saying "Business must be done." The old gentleman mildly urged that
this was a dangerous business. On being assured that the watch was a
gold one, the robber appeared willing to risk the danger, and departed
thoroughly satisfied. The old gentleman afterwards identified Butler
as the man who had taken his watch. Another elderly man swore that he
had seen Butler at the time of the robbery in the possession of a fine
gold watch, which he said had been sent him from home. But the watch
had not been found in Butler's possession.
On June 18 Butler was put on his trial in the Melbourne Criminal
Court before Mr. Justice Holroyd, charged with robbery under arms. His
appearance in the dock aroused very considerable interest. "It was the
general verdict," wrote one newspaper, "that his intellectual head and
forehead compared not unfavourably with those of the judge." He was
decently dressed and wore pince-nez, which he used in the best
professional manner as he referred to the various documents that lay
in front of him. He went into the witness-box and stated that the
evening of the crime he had spent according to his custom in the
Public Library.
For an hour and a half he addressed the jury. He disputed the
possibility of his identification by his alleged victim. He was "an
old gentleman of sedentary pursuits and not cast in the heroic mould."
Such a man would be naturally alarmed and confused at meeting suddenly
an armed robber. Now, under these circumstances, could his recognition
of a man whose face was hidden by a beard, his head by a boxer hat,
and his body by a long overcoat, be considered trustworthy? And such
recognition occurring in the course of a chance encounter in the
darkness, that fruitful mother of error? The elderly gentleman had
described his moustache as a slight one, but the jury could see that
it was full and overhanging. He complained that he had been put up for
identification singly, not with other men, according to the usual
custom; the police had said to the prosecutor: "We have here a man
that we think robbed you, and, if he is not the man, we shall be
disappointed," to which the prosecutor had replied: "Yes, and if he is
not the man, I shall be disappointed too." For the elderly person who
had stated that he had seen a gold watch in Butler's possession the
latter had nothing but scorn. He was a "lean and slippered pantaloon
in Shakespeare's last stage"; and he, Butler, would have been a
lunatic to have confided in such a man.
The jury acquitted Butler, adding as a rider to their verdict that
there was not sufficient evidence of identification. The third charge
against Butler was not proceeded with. He was put up to receive
sentence for the burglary at the hairdresser's shop. Butler handed to
the judge a written statement which Mr. Justice Holroyd described as a
narrative that might have been taken from those sensational newspapers
written for nursery- maids, and from which, he said, he could not find
that Butler had ever done one good thing in the whole course of his
life. Of that life of fifty years Butler had spent thirty-five in
prison. The judge expressed his regret that a man of Butler's
knowledge, information, vanity, and utter recklessness of what evil
will do, could not be put away somewhere for the rest of his life, and
sentenced him to fifteen years' imprisonment with hard labour. "An
iniquitous and brutal sentence!" exclaimed the prisoner. After a brief
altercation with the judge, who said that he could hardly express the
scorn he felt for such a man, Butler was removed. The judge
subsequentty reduced the sentence to one of ten years. Chance or
destiny would seem implacable in their pursuit of Mr. William Munday
of Toowong.
Butler after his trial admitted that it was he who had robbed the
old gentleman of his watch, and described to the police the house in
which it was hidden. When the police went there to search they found
that the house had been pulled down, but among the debris they
discovered a brown paper parcel containing the old gentleman's gold
watch and chain, a five-chambered revolver, a keen-edged butcher's
knife, and a mask.
Butler served his term of imprisonment in Victoria, "an unmitigated
nuisance" to his custodians. On his release in 1904, he made, as in
Dunedin, an attempt to earn a living by his pen. He contributed some
articles to a Melbourne evening paper on the inconveniences of prison
discipline, but he was quite unfitted for any sustained effort as a
journalist. According to his own account, with the little money he had
left he made his way to Sydney, thence to Brisbane. He was half-starved,
bewildered, despairing; in his own words, "if a psychological camera
could have been turned on me it would have shown me like a bird
fascinated by a serpent, fascinated and bewildered by the fate in
front, behind, and around me." Months of suffering and privation
passed, months of tramping hundreds of miles with occasional
breakdowns, months of hunger and sickness; "my actions had become
those of a fool; my mind and will had become a remnant guided or
misguided by unreasoning impulse."
The sentence of death was confirmed by the Executive on June 30. To
a Freethought advocate who visited him shortly before his execution,
Butler wrote a final confession of faith: "I shall have to find my way
across the harbour bar without the aid of any pilot. In these matters
I have for many years carried an exempt flag, and, as it has not been
carried through caprice or ignorance, I am compelled to carry it to
the last. There is an impassable bar of what I honestly believe to be
the inexorable logic of philosophy and facts, history and experience
of the nature of the world, the human race and myself, between me and
the views of the communion of any religious organisation. So instead
of the `depart Christian soul' of the priest, I only hope for the
comfort and satisfaction of the last friendly good-bye of any who
cares to give it."
From this positive affirmation of unbelief Butler wilted somewhat
at the approach of death. The day before his execution he spent half
an hour playing hymns on the church organ in the prison; and on the
scaffold, where his agitation rendered him almost speechless, he
expressed his sorrow for what he had done, and the hope that, if there
were a heaven, mercy would be shown him.