Handsome Brute: The True Story of a Ladykiller

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Christ cast out devils and I believe that at the time my son did those awful deeds, he was, in the true sense of the phrase, possessed by a devil. I can only hope and pray that soon the psychiatrists will have learned how to do as Christ did – and cast out devils from other unfortunate young men.
    Mrs Bessie Heath 1

APPENDIX
    Heath’s Last Letters
Pentonville Prison
Tuesday, 15th October 1946
My dear Dad,
Very many thanks indeed for your letter.
I saw Near yesterday afternoon and understand that he told you the news [about the failure of the medical review]. He also tried very hard to persuade me to see you. With regard to this, I know you’ll understand how I feel about it and I think it far better if we just make a clean break without farewells etc. I’ve always hated being seen off on journeys and this I regard as just another journey, to somewhere I don’t know and by a method of transport that I don’t understand. To my very limited intelligence it is nothing more than that – just another ‘op’ – and like all ‘ops’ it may prove to be quite exciting.
I’m taking with me many pleasant memories of a very crowded thirty years. Into my crowded hours I have crammed much. A lot I regret bitterly and a lot I am thankful for – but probably the outstanding thing of all is the unselfish love and loyalty of my parents. You, who have both suffered so much, have been splendid and I can only say – thanks!
I have instructed Near to send you £60 which is for Mick. You know what I want him to do with it if it is possible. The thought that I can make that possible and the knowledge that you will carry out my wishes will make me very happy and satisfied.
I have made a new will today leaving everything to Mick with you as Trustee. This is just in case any one decides to prove an old will of mine in South Africa.
Near has my instructions and a note of authority as well, so he will not prove this will unless the other one is produced.
Any money that mother has of mine will of course, go to Mick, and my personal effects from here will be sent to you and you will hand them to him. There should be about £10 from here. I think mother has about £30 so he should have a little more than £100. I don’t know much about law, but I’ve instructed Near to send that money off now, before my death, as a gift.
One other thing, and this I am most sincere and firm about. I was painted as black as the Ace of Spades in court and you will possibly get several accounts rendered you by smart Alecs who hope to get them paid by your kind-heartedness.
You are not, in any way, and have never been responsible for any of my debts. Apart from this money which I am giving away now, I shall not leave a halfpenny. You will please not pay any outstanding accounts of mine. Once again – you are not responsible for my debts.
Well, I think that is about all, except to thank you both from the very bottom of my heart for all you’ve done for me and to thank you for giving me all the golden opportunities that I have so shamelessly wasted.
The very best of luck to you always, and don’t let Mick make my mistakes. Goodbye and bless you both.
Always yours,
 
Neville
Pentonville Prison
Tuesday, 15th October 1946
My dearest Mother,
You now know the news so there is very little for me to say. One thing I feel certain of is that Near did all in his power to get the verdict altered. The sentence, I don’t give a damn about. I’ve written to Dad and shall write to Mick. Everything has been said, but I’d like you to know how terribly grateful I am for your never-failing love, loyalty and devotion. It has always been of such a quality that no other parents could hope to equal.
Both you and Dad are unique in the way of parents and to me your honesty, simplicity, faith and sheer guts stand out like a brilliant star. My only regret at leaving this world is that I have been so damned unworthy of you both.
I’m not religious – I never have been and I’m not

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