Murder Mile UK True-Crime Podcast - #274: Immoral Earnings (Mary McCormack & Alfred Nathan Bain)6/11/2024 
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EPISODE TWO HUNDRED AND SEVENTY-FOUR:
1st August 1970, 20-year-old Mary McCormack of Limerick was found strangled in her ground floor flat at 85 Talgarth Road in Baron’s Court, W14. With no signs of a break-in, the police suspected it was either a client who she let in, or a tenant with a key. But did the Police convict the right man?
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UNEDITED TRANSCRIPT: Welcome to Murder Mile. Today, I’m standing on Talgarth Road in Baron’s Court, W14; four streets from the coldblooded couple, five streets from little Sonia’s killer nanny, a short walk from the bubbling drum of John George Haigh, and the same house as a killing possibly connected to Charles Manson - coming soon to Murder Mile. At 85 Talgarth Road, currently stands a four-storey Victorian terrace house. With steps up to the floors above, it’s still split into flats and bedsits, and looks as rough and dirty as it always did. Situated off the A4 Flyover, its bricks are thick with pollution, and it’s the kind of sordid place you’d expect to see a paedo hunched over his laptop, or a van of immigrants manhandled inside for sex-work and slavery. It has a squalid and unsettling feeling, and for good reason. In the early hours of Saturday 1st August 1970, in the front facing ground-floor flat of 85 Talgarth Road, a 20-year-old prostitute called Mary McCormack was found strangled. With no obvious break-in, her killer was either a punter who she let in, or her alleged pimp with his own key. But what was the truth? My name is Michael, I am your tour guide, and this is Murder Mile. Episode 274: Immoral Earnings. What follows is based on the declassified court records and eyewitness testimony. According to the police, their prime suspect in the killing of Mary McCormack was Alfred Nathan Bain. Born on the West Indian island of Grenada on the 19th of June 1941, he was raised in ‘a sun-kissed paradise’, but according to Alfred, his childhood was “unsettled” as his parents “were always fighting”. With Grenada being Crown Colony, and later, an Associate State of the British Commonwealth, seeking a better wage, like many, in April 1960, 19-year-old Alfred Bain swapped the sun, sea and assurance of his homeland for a better wage in England. Only it was hardly the ‘utopia’ he’d been promised, as it was always raining and cold, the food was bland and unpalatable, the streets were ravaged by race riots, and many flats or B&B’s still had signs in their windows which read ‘no blacks, no dogs, no Irish’. Later stating “I drifted”, training as a mechanic, he said that in 1961 he was a greaser at Metropolis garages in Barnes, in 1964 at Blue Star in Fulham and in 1965 at HR Owens on the Old Brompton Road, although this couldn’t be verified as they hired staff on a cash-only basis. He said he was also a window cleaner and managed a record shop, again unverified, and from August 1968 onwards, he worked as a taxi-driver using in his black Wolseley saloon (registration 5832MG) which was prone to breakdowns. Police suspected the history he gave was lie and although he only had one previous criminal conviction for receiving stolen goods –a handbag - on the 1st of January 1969 he was fined £8 10s and as a first offence was given a conditional discharge, but the Police believed he was a pimp, which he denied. 1970s Britain was an era when some police officers were unashamedly racist and openly corrupt, and with Alfred being black, it’s likely he would have been seen as a criminal, even if he wasn’t, and an easy target to convict with a predominantly white jury – but this isn’t to say he was innocent or guilty. Just as, when a brothel was raided, those women wouldn’t be seen as exploited sex slaves in need of help but punished for being a prostitute - but that isn’t to say the Police were innocent or guilty. This is a complicated case marred by bias on both sides, and too often the victims are forgotten, so the testimony you’ll hear will be the words of the women who accused him of selling them for sex. Linda Chinnery was 15 years old, when in July 1968 she got a job at Dollis on Oxford Street. Stealing a purse, she was given two years’ probation, but as a typical teen, she hated reporting to her probation officer and having been sent to an approved school, she absconded, and hitched a lift to London. At a pub in Fulham, this homeless child was introduced to Alfred Bain and the two became acquainted. Linda testified “a white man came… Alfie took the man aside, when he had left, Alfie told me he had arranged that I was to have sex with the man. I was a bit ashamed, but thought I’d get some money”. As a child prostitute charging £10 a time, “I kept £5 and bought a dress”, and other times, “Alfie said he’d save the £5 for me” - this being a trick many pimps used to keep their girls under their control - “and suggested it would be an easy way to make money”. Being unaware of the consequences, soon this vulnerable young girl was being violated by between 3 to 10 drunk and strange men every day. In 1971, Alfred was convicted of “procuring Linda Chinnery to become a prostitute and also knowingly living wholly or partly off her earnings” between the 15th of September and the 30th of October 1969. But his (alleged) control of these girls was said to be more than just manipulation and coercion. Susan Collette who also testified said, “Alfie put Linda on the streets. He threatened her the first time, but after that, she went out with Alfie without an argument”, as for many prostitutes, the fear of the ramifications if they didn’t do as they were told was more terrifying than the consequences itself. Given a blonde wig and the street name of ‘Karen’, at 79 Shirland Road in Maida Vale – a four-storey terraced house which Alfred denied owning but said he sublet it into flats for the landlord - Linda saw “lots of men, mainly white, coming to the house”. Adverts were placed in phone boxes advertising a ‘model’, with details of her age, her hair colour, her size and that she offered ‘personal services’, as well as a phone number which led directly to the front ground-floor bedroom at 85 Talgarth Road. Alfred also denied owning that building, even though he had a room on the ground floor, which Linda said was so he “could keep an eye on them”. By the autumn of 1969, Linda was the tenant of what was said to be a brothel and where she contracted Trichomoniasis, a sexually transmitted infection. When questioned, Alfred denied that he ever beat the girls, only Linda’s testimony contradicted this. Linda said “after one man left, I found that £5 was missing. I panicked. I was frightened, because of Alfie’s reaction. He told me if this sort of thing happened, there would be trouble for me”. And fearing his anger – which Susan Collette witnessed stating “Bain was angry that Linda had double crossed him” - she packed her bags in the dead of night and fled. It is uncertain if she went to the police, or not. Linda was safe, but with a loss of income to the man who used women as a commodity… …her disappearance (it was suggested) lead to the murder of Mary McCormack. In court, Alfred Bain denied he knew that Mary was a prostitute, with his defence counsel Sir Dingle Foot QC stating “there was no evidence that she had been forced to act as a prostitute. This is not a picture of wicked exploitation”, even though he was convicted of “procuring prostitutes” and the one woman he either coerced or forced into prostitution (according to her own testimony)… was his wife. Carmel Keane was from the crime-ridden Southill estate of Limerick in Ireland. Having met Alfred at a party, they moved to London, married in 1965, and with one daughter (Mandy) back in Ireland, at first they were said to be happy and together they had another daughter, Elsina. But with their relationship turning sour – possibly owing to what happened next - Elsina was put into care aged just 3 months. Carmel said “Alfie suggested I should earn some money. He told me that his girlfriend before gave him enough money and that if I wanted to keep him, I’d better do this. He suggested I go on the streets”. This was his wife, the woman he supposedly loved, and yet (she says) he forced her into prostitution. “He nagged me about it and knocked me about, because I didn’t want to do it”. But later convicted of selling his wife for sex between June 1967 and November 1969, she said “I was working in Hyde Park”. Picking up at least 3 men a day, he’d drop her off in his unreliable black Wolseley saloon, he'd park up nearby to protect her (as she was his income), and she earned £50 a day “none of which I ever saw”. Upon his arrest, when assessed by the prison psychiatrist to see if he was fit to stand trial, it was said “he has an inflated view of himself as a lover”, he admitted he is “possessive in his attitude to women”, and “was proud that the women he married was willing to” in his words “sell herself to men for him”. By Christmas 1969, just two months after Linda had fled, Carmel walked out and returned to Ireland. It’s plain to see why the Police saw Alfred as the most likely suspect in Mary’s murder, as even before we get to the evidence of the case, he openly abused woman as a commodity to make himself money. A friend of Linda’s was Valerie Kemp who said that Alfred had suggested to Keith Appleton (Valerie’s boyfriend) that she become a prostitute and that he’d “benefit financially if she did”. In February 1969, realising she was pregnant - perhaps out of kindness, although it’s unlikely - Alfred arranged an illegal abortion using a man of questionable experience called Cosmo Ashley. Cosmo had a bag of surgical tools (a specular, a dilator, some rubber tubing, and a medical book), but being a part-time engineering student and just a hospital porter with no medical qualifications, he had only a rough idea what to do. Nicknamed ‘Dr Lee’, Cosmo stated that Alfred paid him £15 for the abortion, even though it wasn’t his girlfriend who was pregnant, and Valerie said that “Alfie told me to tell Dr Lee that I was sixteen. I was fifteen at the time and Alfie knew this”. But unless she was one of his ‘girls’, why would he do that? According to a later conviction, one of the prostitutes Alfred “wholly or partly knowingly lived off” between at least 4th April and 31st July 1969 was Mary McCormack, even though he would deny this. Like Linda, Mary came from Limerick, and having met her in a bar, after Linda had fled, Mary moved into the ground floor room at 85 Talgarth Road, with adverts plastered in phone boxes advertising a ‘model, 18, 4 foot 11, slim’, with a phone by her bed, and coincidentally Alfred in the room next door. He had known her for six months, later telling the police, “I liked her. I offered her that room. She used to bring men home three times a week. If she did not bring a man home, she would come to me. I had no money from her except rent. She only gave me sex”, denying any involvement in prostituting her. When arrested, hidden in his Wolseley’s floor, Police found two bank books showing that from May to July, he had paid in £475 (£9200), in an era when the average weekly wage was £32 a week, and yet, although he claimed to be a part-time taxi-driver, he refused to say where the money came from. The front room of 85 Talgarth Road was a tragic little place, with pornography on the walls to get men hard, and signs that read ‘smile’ so the girls didn’t forget to act like they weren’t always miserable. So it didn’t look like a semen-coated hell, it had some home comforts like a radio, a TV, a fire and a drinks cabinet, but with those only there to make the male punters feel comfortable, it wasn’t a place to live. Five months into her life as a hole for drunk perverts to pump, this petite leggy brunette was discretely looking to get out, knowing that – like many girls before - this isn’t the kind of job you could just quit. Fearing her pimp’s fury, Rosalind Wright QC said “it is believed Mary was planning to start a new life”, she had hidden £250 (£3700 today) under the carpet, “and she’d enquired about returning to a job at a gin distillery two weeks before her death”. Like Linda, she would vanish in the dead of night, and – unbeknownst to her - with the police keeping surveillance on the flat, she had some protection. But on Thursday 30th July, one day before her murder, with the police stating of Alfred “he came out and looked at us, we thought we’d been rumbled”, the surveillance was stopped, leaving Mary alone. The Police suspected Alfred owing to the holes in his alibi. Alfred said that on Friday 31st of July 1970, “I left at 9:45am. I saw Mary, I said ‘see you later sexy’. I never saw her alive again”, as he didn’t return until 1:30am. He said she was wearing a pink nightie (which cannot be verified), but when her body was found, she was in a black negligee, a peephole bra, knickers, with her hair and make-up done, and her shoes were on the floor as if she’d taken them off. Outside, with his unreliable Wolseley playing up, Alfred said “the starter broke, a man helped me push it to Edith Road”, two streets away, “and I drove it to 131 Percy Street, where it was parked all day”. From 12pm for 15 minutes, he tried making calls to his daughter in Limerick, but couldn’t get through, and being an era of bad telephone communications, it’s likely, but there was no record of the calls. At 2:27pm, he placed a bet as proved by a betting slip, and although he said he did this at 4:30pm, this could have been an honest mistake, and he later agreed with the time when confronted by the proof. At 3:50pm, unable to call his daughter, he sent a telegram from Shepherd’s Bush post office, with the staff refuting this, saying the customer was “a coloured woman, not a man”, but mistakes do happen. From 4pm to 5:30pm, he said he tried booking a flight to Limerick via Aer Lingus, a call there was no proof of, but then, it was the 1970s. And between 6pm and 6:30pm, he said he arrived at Continental Garage on Gayford Road in Hammersmith where his other car - a Simca saloon - was having work done on the body and gearbox, and he stayed there till 10:20pm, which his friends at the garage verified. That day, witnesses saw the following at 85 Talgarth Road. In the morning, a stocky man in a tweed jacket, possibly a pre-arranged punter. Around lunchtime, a late 40s craggy-faced man with grey hair (who was known as a regular client). And an Indian, late 40s, 5ft 8in, with grey hair and a suede jacket who rang her doorbell between 3 and 6pm - none of which resembled Alfred. But a witness said they saw “a black Wolseley outside of 85 Talgarth Road at 6:20pm”. He said his was at Percy Road, 2 miles north-east of the flat and barely a few streets from the garage. But did the witness make a mistake? The witness didn’t get the licence plate, and when asked if this was his car, Alfred stated “no”. At 10:30pm, having bought some off-sale beers, Alfred Bain, his friend Albert Bertrand, and his cousin Clunis Cato, returned to the flat at 131 Percy Road, and tried to get the car’s starter working. Clunis said he saw Alfred several times that day, and said of each occasion, “he was as normal as ever”. This is where the truth deviates, but then, if he was innocent, this confusion could be owing to trauma? Alfred said, with the Wolseley broken, he asked his friend to drive him to 85 Talgart Road. Only Albert denied this, stating “I drove him to 131 Percy Road at midnight”, then he drove himself home. When given this statement, Alfred changed his story, stating he drove alone in his Simca, its gearbox fixed. In his own words, Alfred said “I arrived at 1:15am. I opened (the door) with my key”, as seen by Rene Willoughby who lived upstairs. “I went straight to my room”, right next door, “I saw my television”, which was broken “and I messed with it for five minutes. I then decided to leave it until the morning”. There are no witnesses to what happened next, but Alfred said, “Mary’s radio was playing louder than usual. I peeped into her room. I didn’t notice her”, later stating, “I thought Mary was hiding from me”, possibly for fun, although this was never fully explained. “I went to her room and the telephone was in its usual place, on the floor. I thought it funny that she should go out leaving the receiver off”, which was odd as she was clearly in as her shoes and stockings had been removed and were beside the bed. “I noticed her bag on the floor… I saw a black stocking and that made me more anxious to look for her. I knelt down to look under the bed”, which again is an odd thing to do, unless you accept that she was either playing hide and seek, was caught in the act of something risky, or she was truly afraid of him? Alfred then claimed “I noticed her foot sticking out from under the bed, I grabbed it round the ankle. I shouted ‘Mary’. I quickly moved the bed over to the left. She was on her face and I grabbed her shoulder. I shouted ‘Mary, Mary’, I shook her and turned her over. I knew there was no life in her”. Alfred shouted for his neighbour, Rene, to come down, and at 2:20am, they called the Police… …almost an hour after Alfred said he had entered the flat. With Police securing the scene at 2:25am, the investigation was headed up by Chief Inspector Sayers. What was clear from the outset was that, with no signs of a break-in and the house secure, the culprit was either someone Mary invited in, or a resident with a key. And with her intercom broken, someone may have disabled it to stop anyone being alerted to her punters buzzing in, and then getting no reply. Pathologist Dr David Bowen stated “the body had been on its back for most of the time after death”, as its hypostasis confirmed this, “but then someone had turned her over” as Alfred had reported. Taking swabs from her mouth, anus and vagina, it was determined there was no sexual assault. Taking hair, blood and urine samples, she wasn’t drunk, on drugs, or poisoned. And with no skin scrapings of a suspect under the nails, she hadn’t been scared of her attacker and she didn’t fight for her life. But there was a good reason why? Bruising to the lower lip showed she’d been punched, possibly knocking her out. Rolled onto her front, her killer used his weight to pin this tiny woman down, and with her immobile and helpless, from behind he strangled her. Killed not out of panic but a furious anger, he crushed her larynx, and left a deep bloody groove in her neck, having held the ligature tight until he was certain that she was dead. When the room was searched, her wallet containing £250 to be used for her escape was missing, only with it hidden behind the bar and under the carpet, it was unlikely a stranger had stumbled upon it. Detectives said the murder weapon, which was never found, was likely to be a strip of plastic edging which came off a hi-fi speaker in her room, having belonged to Alfred several months prior. It seemed an odd choice as a ligature, especially if a stranger had chosen to strangle her in the heat of passion. With no witnesses, the evidence was circumstantial. Friends said Alfred was “disturbed and broken hearted” when he spoke of her death, And with Mary’s murder occurring between 12:30pm and 1:45pm, if that is correct, there is an inconvenient gap in Alfred’s timeline when he was seen by no-one; being 15 minutes after he struggled to call his daughter, and 30 minutes before he placed a bet. Arrested that night, detectives were so sure that Alfred was the culprit (rather than one of her clients) it could be said that they were blindsided by the need to prove his guilt. Asked “did you kill Mary?”, he said “no, I’m innocent… the power of truth is in me and I want to help you”. At which, the Sergeant said “you’re a pretty good actor but you sometimes overdo it. Why did you kill her?”. He denied he did. Giving several statements and repeatedly questioned, initially he gave a false testimony, he refused to comment, his shifting story was full of holes, and (against all evidence) he denied knowing Linda Chinnery or Valerie Kemp, he denied procuring an abortion, he denied being a pimp, he denied living off immoral earnings, he denied 85 Talgarth Road was a brothel, or that he prostituted his wife. (end) On the 6th of January 1971, Alfred Bain was tried at the Old Bailey charged with murder and living of the proceeds of prostitution, as well as conspiring to procure an abortion with Cosmo Kumah Ashley. Pleading ‘not guilty’, the prosecution stated he had tried to establish an alibi with lies and inconsistent actions, but with “no conclusive evidence to prove he had killed her”, on the 22nd of January, after five hours, the jury found him guilty of living of immoral earnings, and he was jailed for two years in prison. Unable to prove that he murdered Mary McCormack, a retrial of the charge was ordered, and on the 25th of February 1971, this time using the same evidence, he was found guilty and sentenced to life. Appealing his conviction in June 1972, the judge stated that “the evidence met the legal standard of guilt”, and with Alfred released on licence, he died in May 2001, with his daughter pursuing his appeal. If he was guilty, what couldn’t be agreed on was why he had killed Mary. The Prosecution suggested three motives; that he suspected her of ratting him out to the police (hence the surveillance), that he wanted her money (even though, in his bank, he had vastly more than her), or that, having planned to start a new life, he had strangled Mary in a fit of rage, as he saw women as a disposable commodity. Whether we believe he was guilty or innocent is irrelevant, as the conviction should be based on hard evidence and not opinion or bias, otherwise what is the point of the law. The truth is lost to the midst of time, and what happened in that room only Mary knows, and possibly Alfred, both of whom are dead. The Murder Mile UK True Crime Podcast has been researched using the original declassified police investigation files, court records, press reports and as many authentic sources as possible, which are freely available in the public domain, including eye-witness testimony, confessions, autopsy reports, first-hand accounts and independent investigation, where possible. But these documents are only as accurate as those recounting them and recording them, and are always incomplete or full of opinion rather than fact, therefore mistakes and misrepresentations can be made. 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