Bruce Alexander - An Experiment in Treason

In which I visit Portsmouth as a burglary is done in London

I, Jeremy Proctor, must start this narrative of one of the most singular cases of Sir John Fielding, magistrate of the Bow Street Court, with an admission. To put it plain, I was not present at the beginning of this case. Indeed, no, rather was I revisiting Portsmouth in the company of Gabriel Donnelly, doctor of medicine and a surgeon, medical examiner for the City of Westminster, and friend to us all at Number 4 Bow Street. In the past, I have prided myself on putting before you each of these cases in toto that is to say, from start to finish. Yet, in this instance, I had left London at the invitation of Mr. Donnelly and with Sir Johns kind permission that I might look upon a scientific experiment conducted by one known throughout England and in all of the great cities of Europe, to wit, Benjamin Franklin. By an odd turn of fate, Dr. Franklin himself figured very prominently indeed in the case in question. And so, upon further consideration, perhaps I was, after all, present at the beginning of the case, for stories can be told from many a perspective and point-of-view; and what are criminal cases but stories of a certain sort?

Mr. Donnelly and I had traveled down to Portsmouth with an Arthur Lee, also a gentleman of the colonies, who had something to do with Dr. Franklins duties as factor for a number of colonies Pennsylvania and Massachusetts, and a couple of others. What that something was, I have no idea, but it was plain that he was a great supporter of Franklin in all the latters endeavors. Indeed he talked of little else through the length of our journey, so pleased was he at the prospect of assisting the great man in one of his studies. It should be noted, by the bye, that Lee himself was a man of no little learning. Already a medical doctor (which did account for his acquaintance with Mr. Donnelly), he had come to London to read the law. I knew not, nor did I ever discover, what he planned to do with so much learning in fields so greatly disparate. Yet he seemed to have time enough and money enough to indulge himself in this way. And since he had hired the coach, and I was riding to Portsmouth as his guest, I made no inquiry, and neither, as I noted, did Mr. Donnelly.

We stayed the night at the George. The old inn was filled to bursting. There were many, like ourselves, down from London to see what the famous Franklin was up to, but some of those were not properly respectful or so it seemed to me. As we ate our dinner that evening, those at the next table talked loudly and with accompanying sneers about that fool Franklin. And one, I recall, referred to him as the silly colonial cod. It was all Lee could do to restrain himself from leaping up and challenging the entire table, at which three sat, to a duel in fisticuffs. Fortunately, they had preceded us; they finished early.

Those are the fools, said Arthur Lee, watching them go. They know naught of science and care less.

It is not for his science such men revile him, but for his politics and his fame, said Mr. Donnelly. They believe he goes too far with that slogan of his, No taxation without representation.

And do you believe he goes too far?

Naturally not, for I am an Irishman.

If they only knew, said Lee. There are many in America who would go much further than Dr. Franklin does.

Perhaps they do know, said Mr. Donnelly, and that is what they fear.

With that, discussion of the matter ended, and Mr. Donnelly, ever the peacemaker, moved conversation quite gracefully to the matter of the morrows experiment. There was much of it I did not understand. Or, perhaps better put, I did understand it yet thought it a bit daft.

As Arthur Lee had explained earlier, Dr. Franklin had decided to take the advice of Pliny the Elder quite seriously, and attempt to still rough waters by pouring a quantity of oil over them. This, it was said, had been a common practice by seamen of that time. Franklin had described to Lyee incidents which he had experienced, and others that had been related to him that seemed to support this theory. I could not but wonder why, if it had been common knowledge in Plinys time, it had not been put to the test by Pliny himself, nor by any since his time. Still, it would be tested in the morn with the aid and cooperation of Captain Bentinck.

Bentinck? echoed Mr. Donnelly. What sort of name is that?

Dutch, actually, said Lee. Those on the Continent have ever been willing to give his experiments and theories greater support, and have treated them with greater seriousness, than have those here in England. Why, did you know that this very year, only a few months past, he was elected one of only eight foreign associates of the French Royal Academy of Sciences?

Indeed, no, I did not, said Nhr. Donnelly.

What followed then was a recitation by Lee of the honors and various forms of recognition Franklin had received from academic bodies in Europe. It was a most impressive list, well annotated by Lee as to the meaning and importance of each item on it. Nevertheless, such was not, intrinsically, of much interest. There was little that we Mr. Donnelly and I could do but nod our approval as we chewed at our dinner, and continue nodding as the exacting journey from London gradually overcame us. In short, we near fell asleep there at the table. And though we did not, we came near enough that we were forced to say our good-nights and make for our room promptly at dinners end. There would be no pleasant tippling for us by the great fireplace in the next room.

Mr. Donnelly and I agreed that, no doubt, Benjamin Franklin had no greater friend nor enthusiast in this world than Arthur Lee. Still, it was true that an excess of praise for any man or matter would surely stifle enthusiasm in others.

Early to bed and early to rise, we were up and about at dawn. After a hurried breakfast of tea, hot rolls, and country butter, we ventured out into the early morn, one typical of that coast in that season. It was blustering, windy, and damp what the natives thereabouts call a blowy day. We looked about for Arthur Lee but saw no sign of him. We had knocked upon his door without result.

asked after him at the desk, and looked round and about for him during our brief visit to the crowded dining room. He was nowhere to be seen.

Well, I suppose weve no choice but to go down to the shore and look for him there, said Mr. D. I hear a bit of noise coming from that direction. Perhaps Franklin is marshaling his forces there.

And so, we started down the slight hill with a crowd of the curious behind us. Now was it much lighter, and arriving at the shore we had no difficulty discerning a group of three preparing to leave in a bumboat tied up at a wharf. Twas I, with the youngest pair of eyes, who perceived Arthur Lee among them. And twas Mr. Donnelly, with his great pair of Irish lungs, who hallooed him across the distance. Waving his response, Lee separated from the others and hurried toward us as we jog-trotted to him.

Ah, here you are then, said he once close enough to be heard without a shout.

Indeed we are, said Mr. Donnelly as we met. We knocked upon your door without result. You must have been up very early.

For hours! I could not sleep; so eager was I to be on with the experiment. You will also play a part.

Ah, what sort?

Dr. Franklin would like you and all others to occupy that point of land on the windward side, out there between the hospital and Jillecker. There you will have the best view of the experiment, and, more important, you will be able to report to us on its success or failure.

Dear God, said Mr. Donnelly, somewhat intimidated, are we to have such a great responsibility?

Not so great, after all. You need only report as to whether there was or was not a diminishing of the surf in that part of the shore.