How times have
changed. It used to be that the three pillars of the community in which you
could trust absolutely were the school-teacher, the vicar, and the bank
manager. From 1858 here’s the tale of a banker and a minister that would undermine
your faith in both, had events in the early twenty-first century not already
done so.
I’m related by the
marriage of a Davis (my 3x great grandmother’s family) to the Gotch family of
Kettering; but family or not, I have to admit the Gotch banking skills left
much to be desired. Gotch’s Bank, the family firm, didn’t even notice that it
had been broken into in 1812 until the burglar’s accomplice turned on him and
blurted it out in court. That was under the presidency of John Cooper Gotch.
When John died in 1852, his sons Thomas Henry and John Davis Gotch took over a
bank which was technically insolvent, with debts of over £28,000.
One of the main
debtors was the Reverend Allan Macpherson, the vicar of Holy Trinity Church in
Rothwell, a village four miles outside Kettering in which the Gotch family’s
assets included a brewery. Maybe the reverend had some sort of understanding
with Gotch the father which he didn’t have with Gotch the son; when Gotch
senior died, Macpherson – who owed the bank £2,900 – effectively did a runner, abandoning
his parish and moving to Brussels “to retrieve himself,” as he put it. There he
set himself up in comfortable apartments, from which in 1853 he got back in
touch with the bank, writing: “I shall be obliged by your addressing me as
Monsieur Macpherson as I have not brought my clerical designation with me to
the continent.”
The reason he
gave was that, surprisingly, he had not described himself as a clergyman on his
passport; and that he was engaged in secular business in which being a man of
the cloth might confuse matters. He now began to borrow relatively small amounts
from the bank in support of those secular business activities, holding out
always the imminent success of them as the point at which he would be able to
repay the bank for all its trust in him.
Holy Trinity, Rothwell, Northhants, where Monsieur Allan
Macpherson preached before exchanging the cloth for the con
His letters to
the bank, some 450 of them over the next four years, are short on hard facts
and long on vague self-aggrandisement and any-day-now. His get-rich schemes
revolved around a series of patents (including improvements to gas lighting and
the recycling of human sewage) which he purchased at the bank’s expense in
several European countries. He was also involved in various slate, iron and
lead ore mining projects and a scheme to dig a canal from Hanover to Holland.
How much of this
is true (I have found one record of one patent registration by him, in 1856, “for
improving and applying motive-power”) and how much a Macpherson fantasy I
cannot tell, and neither could the bank. All they had to go on were his own
reports – he had “conditionally sold for £1,000 his French patent for double
fish-tail gas burners;” he had “actually asked £20,000 for only one of his
mines;” he had “orders for 123,000 slates;” “gentlemen of experience who had
visited his various works said, that in a few years he must be a man of large
fortune;” he had “very large contracts for the delivery of stone to the
Government and the Luxembourg Railway, at large profits.”
A Gotch’s Bank note of 1856 signed by Thomas Henry Gotch – in 1857, not worth the paper it
was printed on
None of these,
it seems, ever came to anything. Yet on his word alone the bank continued to
honour cheques for anything from £20 to £200 right up to the point, on 9th
June 1857, when they filed for bankruptcy with a deficit of £82,000. Of that
enormous sum, Macpherson’s debt amounted to £25,000.
Bankers always
bounce back, don’t they? Thomas and Henry Gotch rebuilt the family fortunes –
not in banking but in shoe manufacture. By the time of the bank’s collapse, Macpherson
was almost seventy years old. With the bank's funds no longer available to him he turned to his family. They might have forgiven his financial incompetence, but when they learnt that he had fathered an illegitimate child back in Rothwell they cut him off. He died in Paris in poverty in 1864 at the age of 76. A full account of his spree comes in an edition of the Monetary Times of 1858.
The Market House, Rothwell, Northhants, now the town
council chamber - begun c1578 by Sir William Tresham and completed 1895 by John
Alfred Gotch (1852-1942) eldest son of Thomas Henry Gotch
It is possible, I suppose, that the death of his daughter Matilda in 1843 at the age of nine,
or of his wife Caroline a few years later, may have set him off on his criminal path. The church of Holy Trinity may also
have played its part – a once great thirteenth century building, it was far too
big for its parish and had fallen into such disrepair over time (aided by an
eighteenth century earthquake and a seventeenth century bolt of lightning which
toppled the steeple) that by 1819 it was considered fit only to house the Rothwell
fire engine! Perhaps his early borrowings were on its behalf.
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