In Paris during WW1 Marguerite Alibert
Meller - known as 'Maggie' was working in a bi-sexual-brothel
became the Mistress of His Royal Highness, Edward The Prince of Wales.
Over eighteen months they exchanged dozens of deeply revealing love letters.
In January 1923 Maggie became a Princess when she married an Egyptian
playboy billionaire, Prince Aly Bey Fahmy.
London July 1923
Over dinner the Egyptian Prince and his new French wife started arguing. High
Society gossip columns had noted the couple turning heads with public cat
fights in Paris, Cairo and Monte Carlo. Their voices got louder as they left
the restaurant and took the lift to their fourth floor suite. The Princes'
family had forecast the marriage wouldn't work.
The 23-year-old Prince was beginning to think
his 32-year-old wife, gorgeous as she was, simply had to go.
Just before midnight the Prince burst out of the suite nosily trading
French expletives with his wife before slamming the door in her face.
Screaming with frustration Maggie kicked the door. Shouting at the ceiling
she strode into the bedroom. She pushed open the big sash window. An
almighty thunderstorm was brewing, she breathed in deep and long. Again. And
again. Black rolling clouds and deep rumbling thunder was calming her down.
Leaving the window wide open she walked over to the bed and took her
Browning .32 pistol from under her pillow. Checking the chamber was full she
practised the two-handed aiming stance.
Maggie wasn't worried about cat burglars coming for her
She was planning to get away with
murder. Maggie had a unique Ace up her sleeve.
It was just a question of
having the nerve to use it.
Heavy spots of rain started falling as the Prince walked out of the hotel.
He nodded at the concierge who instantly beckoned and umbrella-ed him into a cab.
A volley of
forked lightening flashed, cracked and danced across the skyline. One minute
later a sudden torrential downpour slowed down the Oxford Street traffic to a
snails pace as the Prince’s cab headed for the fleshpots of Soho. Stood
at the open window Maggie smiled as the hissing deluge joined the crashing
chorus of thunder and lightning. She clicked the safety catch off. Standing
legs apart, arms stiff she aimed high and fired a round into the roaring
storm. Her mind was clear now. She closed the window then put the gun in her
Alligator clutch purse on her dressing table.
returned at 2:am.
Around 2:20 am, the fourth floor porter heard the couple
engaged in yet another French language screaming match.
In a drunken rage the Prince lunged at Maggie grabbing her by the throat.
She dug her fingernails into his face and pulled down hard - breaking nails
in the process. Screeching in pain he stumbled backwards across the room.
Flinging the door open he staggered into the corridor.
The porter was
walking towards him. 'Look! Look what the bitch has done! Look!' He shouted,
pointing at his face. The porter coughed and replied. 'Please keep your
voice down sir. This is the Savoy sir'. He carried on walking down the
corridor. Maggie's lapdog ran out of the suite and chased after the porter.
The Prince followed them a few yards, then lent against the wall shouting
slurred abuse at both dog and porter.
had come. Calmly she took her gun out of her purse. As she walked out the
door she clicked the safety catch off . As the Prince turned round he saw
the gun, a few feet away, aimed between his eyes. Maggie glared at him, legs
apart, arms out stretched. Both hands steady on the gun. Blood on her nails,
bloody finger on the trigger. The Prince gasped and turned to run. He
didn’t hear her snarl the word ‘Bastard!’ Her voice was drowned-out by the
noise of the gun as a bullet slammed into the nape of his neck. He tried to
hold on to the wall as he sank to the floor like a puppet with slashed
strings. Slowly, Maggie walked forward, repeating the word Bastard! Twice as
she fired two more bullets at his head.
One missed. One entered his brain
through his temple leaving black powder burns on his skin. The burns were
caused by Maggie firing the gun a few inches from his head.
her eyes off her bleeding target Maggie looked up and saw the porter,
accompanied by her dog, running back up the corridor.
She threw the gun down. Job done.
Faking instant remorse, she started crying and choking on her words.
The porter understood her to be repeating. 'I lost my head. I lost my head'.
A French speaking assistant hotel manager who Maggie recognised arrived on
the scene, she grabbed his arm asking. 'What have I done? What have I done?'
He replied. 'You know better than I do.'
Sobbing she told him. 'I lost my head. I've shot the bastard...'
later in Charring Cross Hospital the Prince was pronounced dead. Maggie was taken to Bow Street Police Station. At 11 am she was interviewed and then charged with the wilful murder of her
husband. When the interpreter
repeated the detectives' caution.
'Anything you say will be taken down and may be used in evidence.'
Maggie replied. 'I told the police I did it... I have told the truth...'
She was then taken to Holloway Prison, the
all-female jail known as 'Holloway Castle,' where the inmates were fiercely
proud to be known as 'Castle Girls'. She got on well with the other Girls
and with her jailers. Some of her new found friends had suffered a
“religious education” delivered by Nun's – as Maggie had. In the ten weeks she spent waiting for her trial
'the richest ever Castle
Girl,' didn't feel like a prisoner, she felt protected. Apart from her
husbands' family there was another family who would like to see her dead. In
the Castle she felt safe.
Crime reporters noted Maggie had a
surprising amount of visitors - some of who remarked how cheerful and
confident they found her. They
believed her confidence stemmed from her defence lawyer Marshall Hall. Who
was known and revered as 'The Great Defender'.
was rightly rumoured Maggie had agreed to pay a record high fee for Marshall
Hall's presence in court and an equal sum for his team to sweeten London
newspaper editors in Maggie's favour.
Her regular visitors included an ex lover, Major Ernest
Bald, who she last saw in wartime France. Along with Maggie,
Major Bald was an old friend of both Edward, Prince of Wales and of the Duke
of Westminster. Against prison rules Maggie was allowed to converse in
French with the Major without an interpreter in attendance.
Days before her Old Bailey trial. 'The
Savoy Murder' was all over the newspapers. Leading articles emphasized how
Oriental men consider their wives as property to be used as the husband sees
fit. Editorials warned of the dangers of white women marrying Orientals.
Editor’s quoted the first line of a Kipling Poem.
East is East and West is West and never the twain shall meet.
Maggie's defence team had used her sweeteners well.
As the trial got underway the judge, Mr
Justice Rigby Swift, ruled-out any cross-examination by the Prosecution
concerning Maggie's life before she met Prince Aly Bey Fahmy.
Mr Percival Clarke, leading council for
the Crown Prosecution, had two rock solid eye-witness's who testified the
defendant admitted to the fatal shooting within minutes of the crime. Clarke
apparently believed, as most people in the legal profession did, Guilty was the only
Marshall Hall started the Defence by
painting a rosy picture of Maggie, who, coming from humble beginnings, had
been swept off her feet by the offer to become a Princess. Hall created the
impression she was naive enough to have been hoodwinked into marrying an
Oriental billionaire playboy Prince who turned out to be a violent sex
pointed the gun at her face he
'You ******* bitch. You ******* bitch. I will kill you'.
Hall launched into an unprecedented attack on Orientals; implying the
Egyptian Prince and his entire entourage were all homosexuals with no regard
what-so-ever for women. Solemnly, Hall told the court how the Prince had
forced Maggie to have ‘unnatural intercourse' that left her ‘torn’ in the
most intimate of places.
Hall's unashamedly theatrical presentation
of Maggie's case concluded with his retelling of Maggie's account of the
According to Maggie. In the heat of the argument, when the
Prince was threatening to strangle her. Maggie ran into the bedroom grabbed
her gun then fired a shot out of the window to frighten him. He wasn't frightened. He
went berserk and lunged at her, grabbed the gun and wrestled it off her.
According to Maggie. The gun went off as she wrestled the gun back off him.
Using the actual murder weapon. Hall acted-out how the Prince had
allegedly threatened to kill her - pointing the gun at the jury!
In his summing up the judge gravely told
the jury. 'We in this country put our women on a pedestal; in Egypt they
have not the same views.’
It took less than an hour for the jury to
find her Not Guilty.
Those who had packed the public gallery to watch 'the Great Defender'
presenting Maggie's case thought the verdict was fair and just.
The rest of the world thought the headline, Princess: Not Guilty, was a
Reading the daily press reports, published throughout the British Empire,
readers had learned from the porter's testimony and again from the assistant
manager's testimony how Maggie had admitted to deliberately shooting her
Foreign editors asked. 'How could the jury find her innocent?'
In the British
press Hall's over the top,
over emotional, presentation of his beautiful client's case was generally
held responsible for deleting the actual facts of the murder from the
The British press studiously ignored foreign press reports accusing Mr.
Justice Rigby Swift of perverting the course of justice by preventing the
Prosecution calling witnesses to reveal Maggie's past. The judges ruling
prevented the jury learning Maggie's history.
Maggie's first husband, millionaire Charles Laurent, could have testified;
he was glad to give Maggie 200,000 Francs per-year-for-life, to get rid of
her. He could have described how her violent temper had suddenly surfaced shortly
after their wedding. Laurent divorced Maggie after six months of marital
Her father could have testified; from a
very early age she suffered from
violent fits of screaming temper. Her
father could also have told the court, as a child Maggie much preferred
wearing boys clothes to her own. And her first love. And only love
Aged 9 Maggie's wild ways forced her parents to
place her in a Nunnery.
Maggie's uncontrollable temper led to many a jolly good spanking. Followed
by many a sordid “hands-on forgiveness session”. The all forgiving Nun's
later placed her in service with a rich family – who promptly threw her out
when she got pregnant.
Aged 15. Maggie farmed out her
illegitimate daughter in order to pursue her ambition of becoming a
Aged 16. Maggie had already started her
climb up the social ladder working as a bisexual whore sleeping with rich
perverts on her way up to super-rich perverts.
Girls who worked with Maggie in the finest
brothel in Paris could have testified how she dressed to please her clients,
as a Sailor boy, a Choir boy whatever uniform any anally-inclined-client was
willing to pay for having tailored for her. His Royal Highness, Edward,
Prince of Wales - known in Parisian brothels by one of his other titles - the
Earl of Chester - dressed her as a Turkish servant boy in baggy silk pants, silk-tailed-shirt, silk waistcoat and silk turban.
Wartime Paris 1917
Edward, Prince of Wales arrived in France to
'serve his country' his commanding officer, the Duke of Westminster, took
him to the best bisexual brothel in Paris - where Maggie just happened to be
the star attraction.
Maggie was 28 at the time. Edward was 23 - and putty in
her hands. It
wasn't long before he had a chauffeurs uniform tailored for
her, so she could drive his Rolls Royce around Paris.
Edward's grandfather, King Edward 7th,
had famously spent millions on his Mistresses. Maggie had every reason to
believe she had struck gold. The future King Edward 8th -
in line to inherit billions of Swiss banked British Empire profits - had everything she wanted.
Like his grandfather, Edward enjoyed putting his inner most
thoughts and most perverted desires into letters to his Mistresses.
In some of his letters Edward told Maggie how much he hated the war and his
father - King George 5th. Who
in Edward's opinion, could have prevented the war by sacking the
piss-poor-politicians who were nothing more than War Profiteers. Some of his letters spoke of the glittering limelight of London’s High
Society and his plans for enjoying himself after the war. Until Edward callously dumped her, Maggie was hoping for an apartment near
Harrods and all the trimmings befitting a Royal Mistress. The dream ended
when Edward met Freda
Edward neglected to kiss Maggie
Hopping mad at being dumped, her
first thought was to sell his letters to the American press. The British
Press wouldn't dare publish the truth about a royal. The American's would jump
at the chance. Maggie could star in a Hollywood film of her royal
Selling Edward's secret would put her in the limelight
she craved and prevent Edward's father leaving him the Crown. Maggie knew,
from Edward himself, his younger brothers had serious sex, drink and drug
problems (one of them was sleeping with Noel Coward at the time).
If Maggie sold Edward's silk-shirt-lifting habits to the American
press; others with knowledge of his brothers disgusting habits could
well do the same. Maggie could initiate the burial of the
reflection, when she calmed down, Maggie decided to play the long game.
She posted a message to Edward. A few days later she sent a mutual friend to deliver
same message in person to Edward in London. The message informed him she
kept all the photographs she took of him playing dress-up in the brothel and every single one of his
filthy letters. Edward was offered the chance to buy
them all back for £1oo,000. Maggie would accept payment by instalment into a
On her previous form with other disagreeable clients, Maggie would have negotiated a deal with Edwards' friends to return the
filthy letters and the photos of him wearing her silk stockings and
suspender belt, gradually, over time, until he had paid £100,000.
demanded to pay the full amount and retrieved all the photo's and letters, in 1918,
when the offer was made, their affair would have been her word against his. Maggie could not sell her
story without written and photographic proof.
Edward arrogantly refused to see her
instalments plan gave her enormous control over his future. His closest
friends could not penetrate his inherent belief that he was "royal" and
wrote to Maggie once a week - for the eighteen months they were seeing each
other; that means three dozen
letters (most historians think there were more because of
Edwards love of letter writing). Whatever payments he made. Maggie still had
the greater part of his photo's and letters at the time she decided to commit murder.
The French language meetings with
Major Bald were to discuss how to keep her thick catalogue of unusual
bedtime stories describing Edward - his friends and family - out of the
Maggie would only settle for an acquittal and
the balance of the
Major Bald the Royal Household were informed Maggie would sing like
a canary if the verdict went against her.
Edward's photo's and letters would be published by her powerful friends abroad. Gagging
the British Press would only add credibility to their provenance when
they were published in France, Egypt, America, Australia ect, ect..
some of Edward's surviving letters written to close friends came to light.
In 1918 Edward writes: “Oh! Those
She’s not burnt one! I’m afraid she’s a regular £100,000-or-nothing type".
In 1980 a letter written days before
Maggie's trial came to light.
The then Foreign Secretary Lord Curzon, wrote to his wife:
'The French girl to be tried for the Savoy Murder was the Prince’s Mistress
in Paris during the war... his name is to be kept out.'
The only possible way to keep Edward's name
out, and thereby stop Maggie exposing the heir to throne as a worthless
royal tosspot, was to arrange for Maggie to get away with
premeditated cold-blooded-murder. There can be no reasonable doubt Royal Orders were
issued - to fix the trial in Maggie's favour - to save the
Maggie used a Browning .32 Pistol like this one.
This model became the
favourite of Nazi officers in WW2.
TV portrayal of Maggie as she
appeared at the Old Bailey.
Few men on a 1920's
British jury could find the grieving widow, and consummate actress Maggie, Guilty
of anything. The
only two women on the jury were "feminists" before the word was coined.
Was the jury
fixed - without the jury even knowing it? Is the Pope
Added what Maggie said,
Abdul Fath, who became Editor
been on a trip along the Nile
with Maggie before she married Prince Aly Bey Fahmy. Maggie told him she planned to marry Aly if only to kill him for his
money... Maggie's perfect murder see. The
Prince the Princess and The Perfect Murder.
Andrew Rose. 2013. Pages 448, 449, 450.
The North West view from the Savoy Lounge.
On the 10th July 1923 guests gathered in the lounge to watch a spectacular
thunderstorm lighting up the Thames with almost continuous lightning from
midnight to first light.
Maggie made herself a merry widow just after 2 am.
had this brand new, Rolls Royce
coupé, above, delivered
to him in wartime Paris in 1917 (Paris was A Safe Zone).
Maggie rode around in this car.
The playful prostitute and the Prince of perverts
took turns each dressing as the chauffer.
The bastard she shot. Prince Aly Bey Fahmy
The other bastard: Edward The Prince of Wales
soul-mate-grandfather King Edward 7th, better known as 'Dirty
Bertie,' often stayed in Paris brothels. Seen in this contemporary cartoon during the
Boar War entertaining
aging courtesans at the Moulin Rouge, as-per-usual.
going to south Africa Sir?'
'No I have to stay here and look after the girls'.
King Edward 7th
Change? Yeah Right
The Afghan Election: August 2009
A recent CIA report revealed Hamid Karzai's old pal Muhammad Qasim Fahim
right, has his own Russian transport plane that regularly delivers
tons of heroin to his pals in the Kremlin. Fahim is running as the
Karzai has ring fenced himself with brutal warlords like Fahim, all of who
are accused of war crimes and industrial scale drug trafficking.
At the time of the 2001 invasion Fahim was a commander of the Northern
Alliance - who the media portrayed as the good guys because they fought the
Taliban. Mr Bush gave Fahim millions of Tax Dollars, in cash, to back the
US. He was promoted to Defence Minister in Karzai's transitional puppet
Karzi and Fahim: Much loved by Bush & Co.
As Mr. Bush
prepared to invade Afghanistan years of CIA evidence naming Karzai and Fahim
as key players in the Afghan drug trade was either lost or buried.
Fahim now has a Russian cargo plane that fly's tons of heroin into Russia
and returns stacked with cash.
Like Mr. Bush Mr. Obama will do nothing to stop the drug trade.
On the contrary Mr. Obama will ensure Karzai and his pals produce ten plane
loads of heroin, for his administration, for every plane load that goes to
the boys in the Kremlin.
Change? Yeah Right
Rendition; the illegal kidnapping and the illegal transportation of
“terrorists” to foreign torture chambers continues unabated thanks to
Obama’s Executive Order signed January 22 2009
How Bush Did It
Cover-Up At Ground Zero