William Brodie

William Brodie (28th September 1741 - 1st October 1788) was the son of Francis Brodie, a successful cabinetmaker and Cecil Grant. He was a respected citizen of Edinburgh, a skilled tradesman, a member of the Town Council and deacon (head) of the Incorporation of Wrights and Masons. He mixed with the gentry of Edinburgh and is known to have met Robert Burns and the painter Sir Henry Raeburn. However, Brodie also led a gang of burglars.

Deacon Brodie had inherited more than £10,000 on his father's death; but he also acquired two mistresses (Anne Grant and Jean Watt, neither of whom knew of the other's existence); five illegitimate children by them; a gambling habit (despite his alleged use of loaded dice); and a love of cock-fighting.

He seems to have first turned to crime in 1768, when it is believed that he took advantage of his employment as a locksmith to take wax impressions of the keys to the counting house of Johnstone & Smith, bankers in the city. The subsequent robbery netted him more than £800. Emboldened, he recruited an English locksmith, George Smith (the demon grocer), and between them set about plundering the city, even stealing Edinburgh University's silver mace. By 1786 Brodie had recruited two more members to his gang, Andrew Ainslie and John Brown (alias Humphry Moore).

Capture

Let us take the Road. Hark! I hear the Sound of Coaches! The Hour of Attack approaches, To your Arms, brave Boys, and load. See the Ball I hold! Let the Chymists toil like Asses, Our Fire their Fire surpasses, And turns all our Lead to Gold. verses from "The Beggar's Opera", a favourite of Brodie's, that he had been singing on the night of the ill-fated Excise House raid.

His downfall was a raid on His Majesty's Excise Office in Chessel's Court, on the Canongate. The gang were disturbed, and barely escaped, in panic and confusion and subsequent recrimination. One of the gang, Brown, decided to accept the large reward offered by the town council and turned King's Evidence on the rest of the gang. When Ainslie and Smith were arrested, Brodie escaped to the Netherlands, but he was arrested in Amsterdam and returned to Edinburgh for trial. The jury found him and Smith guilty and they were hanged at the Tolbooth on 1st October 1788. He died on a gibbet that he himself had only recently redesigned; he proudly boasted to crowd that the gallows upon which he was about to die was the most efficient of its kind in existence.

In his prison cell, awaiting execution, Brodie made a full confession, wrote letters with wit and kindness, and seems to have accepted his fate with the charm that had endeared him to so many intact; he referred to his impending end as "a leap in the dark". Because his possessions had been confiscated, he had "nothing else to dispose of but my good and bad qualification"; so to one friend he left "all my political knowledge in securing magistrates and packing corporations," to his landlord his "whole stock of economy, pride, and self-conceit." His betrayer earned "my dexterity in cards and dice" and to "my good friends and old companions, Brown and Ainslie, I freely give and bequeath all my bad qualities, not doubting, however, but their own will secure them a rope at last."

Brodie however may have hoped not to die; various stories circulated about his possible attempts to cheat the noose. He may have bribed the hangman to ensure a short "drop", and one report is that he had a silver tube made to insert in his throat, and his friends appear to have been ready to attempt a resussitation. But although he had arranged to have his body quickly removed following the hanging, it seems that he could not be revived. He was buried in an unmarked grave at the Parish Church in Buccleuch.

"Now for one of the Deacon's headaches! Rogues all, rogues all! (GOES TO CLOTHES-PRESS, AND PROCEEDS TO CHANGE HIS COAT.) On with the new coat and into the new life! Down with the Deacon and up with the robber! (CHANGING NECK-BAND AND RUFFLES.) Eh God! how still the house is! There's something in hypocrisy after all. If we were as good as we seem, what would the world be? [The city has its vizard on, and we - at night we are our naked selves. Trysts are keeping, bottles cracking, knives are stripping; and here is Deacon Brodie flaming forth the man of men he is!] - How still it is! . . . My father and Mary - Well! the day for them, the night for me; the grimy cynical night that makes all cats grey, and all honesties of one complexion. Shall a man not have HALF a life of his own? - not eight hours out of twenty-four?" Lines given to Deacon Brodie by Robert Louis Sstevenson in his play of that name

Brodie's story is said to have inspired Robert Louis Stevenson (whose father owned a cabinet made by Brodie's father) to write The Strange Case of Dr. Jeckyll and Mr. Hyde.

Deacon Brodie is commemorated by a pub of that name on Edinburgh's Royal Mile; Brodie's close off the Royal Mile is named not after William, but after his father, Francis.