For some reason, Macnaghten thought that Montague Druitt was a doctor. This erroneous supposition was passed down the line for quite a long time, and I suppose some people may still think Druitt was a doctor. I don’t know where Macnaghten got his information, but perhaps he was confused because Montague’s uncle, Robert Druitt, was a prominent physician and medical writer, and Montague’s father, William, was a surgeon. I am afraid that Montague or “Monty” will always remain a bit shadowy because it does not appear there is much information available about him.
In 1876, when he was a dark, handsome, athletic nineteen-year-old, Druitt enrolled at New College, Oxford University, and five years later was admitted to the Inner Temple in London to pursue a career in law.
He was a good student and an exceptionally talented cricket player, and worked a part-time job as an assistant at Valentine’s School, a boys’ boarding school in Blackheath. Homosexuality or child molesting – or both – are suggested as the reasons why Druitt, a thirty-one-year-old bachelor when he died, was fired from Valentine’s School in the fall of 1888. Macnaghten claimed in his memo that Druitt was “sexually insane,” which in the Victorian era could have referred to homosexuality. But Macnaghten backs up his accusation with nothing more than so-called reliable information that he supposedly destroyed.
Mental illness ran in Druitt’s bloodline. His mother was committed to an asylum in the summer of 1888 and had attempted suicide at least once. One of Druitt’s sisters later committed suicide as well. When Druitt drowned himself in the Thames in the early winter of 1888, he left a suicide note that indicated he feared he would end up like his mother and thought it best for him to kill himself. His family archives at the Dorset Record Office and the West Sussex Record Office turned up only one letter of his, which he wrote to his uncle Robert in September 1876. Although Druitt’s handwriting and language do not resemble anything found in alleged Ripper letters, even to consider making a judgment based on this isn’t meaningful or fair. In 1876, Druitt wasn’t yet twenty years old. Handwriting and verbal performance can not only be disguised – they also tend to change as one ages.
Druitt became a suspect in the Ripper murders for the convenient reason that he happened to commit suicide not long after what Macnaghten considers the last Ripper strike on November 9, 1888. The young barrister was probably guilty of nothing more than a hereditary mental illness, and perhaps what fatally tipped the scales against him was acute distress over whatever he allegedly had done to be fired from Valentine’s School. We can’t know his mind or feelings at that point in his life, but his despair was sufficient for him to put rocks in the pockets of his top coat and jump into the frigid, polluted Thames. Druitt’s body was recovered from the water the last day of 1888, and it was supposed, based on the degree of decomposition, that he had been dead for about a month. At his inquest in Chiswick, the jury returned a verdict of “suicide whilst of unsound mind.”
Doctors and lunatics seem to have been popular Ripper suspects. B. Leeson, a constable at the time of the Ripper murders, states in his memoirs that when he began his career, the training consisted of ten days’ attendance at a police court and a “couple of hours” of instruction from a chief inspector. The rest one had to learn through experience. Leeson wrote, “I am afraid I cannot throw any light on the problem of the Ripper’s identity.” However, he added, there was a particular doctor who was never far away when the crimes were committed. I guess Leeson was never far away when the murders were committed, either, otherwise he couldn’t possibly have noticed this “same” doctor.
Perhaps Frederick Abberline refrained from writing about the Ripper cases because he was smart enough not to trot out what he didn’t know. In his clipping books, every case he includes is one he personally investigated and solved. The news articles he pasted on pages and underlined (precisely, with a straight edge), and his comments are neither copious nor especially enthusiastic. He made it plain that he worked very hard and wasn’t always happy about it. On January 24,1885, when the Tower of London was bombed, for example, he found himself “especially overworked, as the then Home Secretary Sir Wm. Harcourt wished to be supplied every morning with the progress of the case and after working very hard all day I had to remain up many nights until 4 and 5 A.M. the following morning making reports for his information.”