Welcome to Regency mystery writer, Dawn Harris, who is my guest today. Needless to say, her books are on my wishlist!
THE REWARDS OF RESEARCH.
My favourite period in history is
from 1789-1820, inspired by the works of Georgette Heyer, Jane Austen, Baroness
Orczy (Scarlet Pimpernel), and Winston Graham (Poldark). So, naturally, that
was the era in which I set my first book, a mystery thriller, and when I
discovered the joys of research.
I started with newspapers published in 1793, eager to see
how people lived through the French Revolution and the war with France. And what
I read took my breath away.
It brought to life the very real fears of a French invasion,
and that some émigrés fleeing from the revolution in France, were in fact
spies. There was turmoil over the Corresponding Societies, who were campaigning
for all working men to be given the vote, as the Government feared these
societies were using this as a cover for starting a French style revolution in
Britain.
Smuggling was a huge problem then too, and as this was going
to play a big part in my story, I concentrated on researching that first. On
the Isle of Wight, (where I set my book), there were so many inlets and beaches
where contraband could be taken ashore, that the men whose job it was to catch
the smugglers must have had a tough time of it. One of the first things I came
across in my search for facts was a memorial tablet in Whippingham church,
which read,
'Sacred to the
memory of Wm Arnold, Esq, late Collector of HM Customs in the Port of Cowes,
Isle of Wight. A man who by his amiable as well as faithful discharge, justly
entitled him to the warmest esteem and affection of all who were permanently or
occasionally associated with him in business, society or domestic ties. The
public, his friends and his family feel and deplore the loss sustained by his
death on March 5, 1801, aged 55.'
I was aware that some officials took bribes from smugglers,
but this memorial, and other details I discovered about William Arnold,
suggested he had not done so. That made me eager to find out more about him, and his efforts to curb the activities
of the large number of smugglers on the Island. And I finally struck
gold in a second-hand book shop
on the Island. I found a book on his life. Another breathtaking moment.
It told me how he came to be the Collector of Customs at
Cowes in 1777, and in the following year was made deputy Postmaster for the
Island too. Appointments that meant he was often the first to hear news from
the outside world. Some of the letters
he wrote are included in the book, and help to show the kind of caring man he
was.
I learnt too that he was the father of Thomas Arnold, the
famous headmaster of Rugby school, and grandfather of Matthew Arnold, the poet.
The book made clear that William Arnold was a highly
respected, well-liked, honest official, who believed in doing his duty. He had
a number of men to assist him, including
Riding Officers and Boatmen, but what he didn’t have at Cowes was a
Revenue cutter to help him and his men catch smugglers. The Commissioners of
Customs in London repeatedly turned down his appeals for such a boat, and in
the end he, and one of his brothers-in-law, used their own money to purchase a
cutter.
Sadly, disaster
struck within a month, when the boat, the ’Swan,’ was lost in a terrible gale,
when chasing smugglers. Worse still, it had not yet been insured. That was a
dreadful blow for him, but it persuaded the Commissioners of Customs to replace
the boat. The letters he wrote to his wife’s brother in New York, eloquently
showed his feelings at the time.
In those days much of the population either helped the
smugglers, or were happy for a keg of brandy to be left by a rear door. A
labourer working on the land could earn more in one night’s smuggling than in a
week on a farm.
Smugglers needed to be good seamen too, especially if they
planned to land their contraband on the Back of the Island. This was one of the
quietest areas, but the underwater ledges here caused many a ship to come to
grief over the centuries. As they still can.
The wily ways smugglers used to avoid being caught said much
for their ingenuity! Some sunk their
illegal goods off-shore and collected them later when the coast was clear.
Others hauled the stuff up cliffs with ropes. Or hid goods in ditches, under
barn floors, in hayricks, or buried them in sand on the beach. Getting
contraband off the beaches to a safe spot could be difficult, but some used
ponies, covering their hooves with sacking so that they wouldn’t leave a trail.
While a false trail was left in the opposite direction by using a horseshoe
stuck on the end of a stick. Smugglers also made excellent spies, for they knew
how to keep their mouths shut.
Finding that book was a great piece of luck and was definitely one of
the rewards of research.
I put William Arnold into my first
book. I like to use real people in with my own characters as I think it
strengthens the book and makes it more authentic. The fact that he wrote
letters to his brother-in-law in New York is also woven into my plot, giving
crucial, but (I hope) inconspicuous clues to the identity of the murderer.
William Arnold plays a vital role in the story and particularly in the ‘race
against time,’ ending.
Sources “At War with the Smugglers,” by Rear-Admiral D.
Arnold-Forster C.M.G.
“Smuggling on Wight Island,” by R.F.W. Dowling.
Potted Biography:
I
was born in Gosport, Hampshire, but have lived in North Yorkshire
most of my life. I had a lot of short stories published in women’s magazines
before I tried books, and still write the occasional one.
My
Drusilla Davanish mysteries are:
“Letter
From a Dead Man.” available here
“The
Fat Badger Society.” available here
And
I’m working on a third.
All books available at Amazon.com as well, and other Amazon outlets.
