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We have toe bags, pins and mugs. I use my beheaded Marie Antoinette mug I think every day for coffee. And finally, I have a book coming out, So if you enjoy the podcast, I really think you'll enjoy this book. It's called Anatomy, a love story, and it's all about the underbelly of the dawn of medicine in nineteen century Edinburgh. And if you're interested at all, there's been a weird issue with the supply chain of publishing and so pre
orders are really really important right now. So if the story interests you at all, please take a look and maybe preorder it. We actually moved the publication date up. It comes out January two, and now onto the episode. On July nine three, a fashionable foreign couple staying in London went to see the Operetta The Merry Widow. The pair was well known, notorious even They were fixtures in
gossip columns and at fashionable parties. Though the couple styled themselves as the Prince and Princess Fammi Bay, the husband wasn't actually a prince. He Ali Fami Bay was well a bay, which is an honorary title like governor in Egypt. He was exorbitantly wealthy, born into a family rich from the cotton industry, and he was a playboy in his early twenties who had traveled to Western Europe and who had fallen in love with a frenchwoman ten years his senior.
That woman was named Marguerite Alibert. By thirty two, Marguerite already had a string of famous lovers, and she had quite a reputation. She had worked as one of the most elite courtisans in Paris, a sex worker in a brothel that catered to only the wealthiest and most aristocratic of callers. By the time she met and married Ali Fami Bay. She was already quite comfortable financially thanks to
the settlement of an earlier divorce. Whether she married Fami Bae for money or love, it was fewer than six months before the marriage imploded in on itself. The couple fought viciously, sometimes violently. The night of July nine, a porter in the Savoy Hotel where they were staying heard them shouting at one another, and then the porter heard something else three gun shots. Prince Ali Fami Bay had
been shot by his wife. This would be enough of a scandal to be an interesting episode of noble Blood, a marriage gone wrong that ended in murder, But there's one wrinkle to the story that makes it one of the largest royal scandals of the twenty century. The extent of the scandal wouldn't be fully uncovered until and even today, details are missing, letters have been burned, police files conveniently misplaced.
Because you see, one of Marguerite Alibert's earlier lovers was a man who used the pseudonym the Earl of Chester while cavorting with the Demi Monde in Paris. Marguerite would have called him David. You might know him as the Prince of Wale, or the Duke of Windsor, or the future King Edward the eight, the man who would ultimately abdicate the throne of England so that he could marry his twice divorced American paramore Wallace Simpson. King Edward the
Eighth isn't short on scandals. There was the aforementioned giving up the crown for a divorcee, and then there were his shocking Nazi sympathies during the Second World War. But his relationship with Marguerite Alibert led to another scandal that's largely gone ignored by the public thanks to a careful
cover up by the British royal family. With the death of Czar Nicholas the Second and the Romanov family just a few years in the past, the situation for all of the royal families of Europe remained precarious at the beginning of the nineteen twenties. With no real power, the
British monarchy relied on public goodwill and popularity. It was just then that Marguerite Alibert was going to stay on trial in England for the murder of her husband, and she just so happened to have kept all of the incriminating love letters that the Prince of Wales had written to her. It was a formula for disaster. I'm Danis Schwartz and this is noble blood. The future King Edward the Eighth, who I'll just refer to from now on as the Prince of Wales his title at the time
of the story, was a late bloomer. Sexually, he was an awkward formal boy, fastidious about his figure, and also self centered and narcissistic in a way that made him shortsighted. He lost his virginity at age twenty two at a meeting with a French sex worker set up by two
palace aides. He was eager to continue to sow his wild oats, so to speak, with the many high class courtisans in Paris, where he was stationed for much of World War One, while England and the rest of Europe was experiencing cataclysmic violence and never before seen death in trench warfare. The heir to the throne had nominal military duties in France and instead spent most of his time enjoying the nightlife. That was where the young Marguerite Alibert,
going by the Nomdiger Maggie Miller caught his eye. Marguerite was a petite woman with long auburn hair. She was several years older than the Prince, who was by then twenty three, and she was well known for being sexually adventurous. I read one description of her as a quote renowned Boudoir gymnast. Marguerite was born in eighteen ninety to a working class Parisian family. Her mother was a housekeeper, her father was a captain driver. Marguerite was the oldest of three,
with a little sister and a little brother. Later in life she would exaggerate and embellish her own childhood. She would make her life sound exciting, even romantic. Marguerite would say that her brother was a soldier killed during the Great War, but the truth was far sadder and more mundane. Marguerite's brother didn't live long enough to serve in any war.
He died when he was four years old, hit by a truck when he was out playing in the street while a teenage Marguerite was supposed to be watching him. The grief was overwhelming, something Marguerite had to compress and lock into a box somewhere deep inside herself. The rest of her family blamed her for her brother's death, and as punishment or penance, she was sent to live with nuns, the Sisters of Mary. Life under the nuns was grueling
and emotionally fraught. They braided her daily with their thin lips and spittle, telling her that her sins were the cause of her brother's death. But they also gave her an education, and it was there that Marguerite would learn the foundations that would come to serve her well in her society life to come. She learned to sing. They say that Marguerite had a pleasant mezzo soprano that she would eventually put to you, singing in nightclubs and at parties,
performing to catch the eyes of possible customers. But before all that, while Marguerite was still a teenager, the nuns placed her as a domestic servant in the household of a lawyer named on Rie Jules Lingua, although in Marguerite's version of the story, she was the beloved god daughter of Madame Lingua. But Marguerite's position there wouldn't last long. She was kicked out of the house when she became
pregnant at age sixteen. We don't know who the father was, but the way, Marguerite told that he was a childhood friend who became a colonial administrator in India, also killed in the Great War. It's almost certainly a lie or an exaggeration. With no employment, Marguerite returned to her family home with her infant daughter, Raimond. Her family could barely provide for themselves, let alone for a baby, and so Ramond was sent to stay on a farm in central France.
It would be years before Marguerite, as an adult, would be able to send for her daughter to come back to Paris. It was at some point during this period that Marguerite's charm and attractiveness caught the attention of a Madame Dinar, the mistress of a high class brothel in the sixteenth are Andissement. According to Dinner, Marguerite was instantly
comfortable among the upper class. Marguerite became, according to dinner quote, the mistress of nearly all of my best clients, gentlemen of wealth and position in France, England, America and other countries. One of Marguerite's clients was the married businessman Andre Millare, whose last name Marguerite would borrow temporarily. Miller was wildly jealous and He would eventually pay Marguerite off with two hundred thousand francs to and their dalliant, and she would
kick herself later for not negotiating a higher fee. But Marguerite would soon have an even more powerful lover, the Prince of Wales himself. After seeing the woman he called Maggie Miller, he asked his friends to arrange a lunch between the two of them at the Hotel de Creon in Paris. Those were the sort of machinations that were common at the time among the aristocratic as cover for the very common practice of employing sex workers. Marguerite and the Prince hit it off instantly. They had a lot
in common as people. They were both vain and vaguely frivolous, but perhaps more importantly in this context, she provided the Prince with a wealth of sexual experiences and experimentation. It would be a trend throughout the Prince's life that he gravitated toward older, sexually dominant women, and according to sources, Marguerite was no exception. The pair was together for eighteen months throughout the First World War while the Prince was
stationed in Paris. In that time, he wrote Marguerite around twenty letters in which he called her mom babil and with the poor judgment that I would argue would characterize the rest of his life, in which he also shared detailed war secrets and made insulting comments about his father,
King George the Fifth. The Prince, with the arrogance of youth, assumed that because he was sending the letters through the King's Messenger, a service of couriers employed through the British Foreign Office who hand delivered important documents, that the letters
were entirely secure. He was wrong. When the Prince's attentions moved on to another paramore, a married woman named Frida Dudley Marguerite, wielded the letters as weapons to prevent herself from being cast aside and ignored, with nothing to show for it. In a letter to one of his advisers, anticipating blackmail, the Prince wrote, quote, Oh, those bloody letters, and what a fool I was not to take your
advice over a year ago. I'm afraid she's the one hundred thousand pounds or nothing type, though I'm disappointed and didn't think she'd turned nasty. Of the whole trouble is my letters, and she's not burnt one. But then something would happen to Marguerite that would make blackmail less appealing.
She met a man who seemed keen to marry her, a young Air Force officer named Charles Laurent, whose family just so happened to be filthy, which they owned a department store and, ironically enough, the Hotel de Crean where Marguerite had first met the Prince for lunch. With a high profile marriage as a dangling possibility, Marguerite didn't want to invite the possible scandal of blackmailing a royal prince, and so the issue, to the Prince's relief was dropped.
Marguerite married Charles Laurent for a brief, unhappy few months, after which, to the vast relief of Laurents scandalized family, the marriage was dissolved, but Marguerite would leave the marriage with a hefty payout, rich enough to begin to live her life independently in an apartment on the fashionable Enny Martie, living with servants, a full time groom, two limousines, and
a closet full of couture chanel. Just a year later, she made the acquaintance of Ali Fami bay An Egyptian cotton air with an annual income of over two million pounds. Fammy Bay was in his early twenties, but he lived like he had been in the upper class his entire life, generously spending his money and running in elite social circles.
Within six months of meeting the thirty two year old Marguerite, he overrode the objections of his family and married her, first in Europe and then in a Muslim ceremony in Egypt. The mitch match was obvious from the start. Coming from a more traditional family, Ali fami Bay had anticipated that marriage would mean his wife would settle down and become more domestic, less of the flirtatious socialite Marguerite had always been.
In a letter to Marguerite's younger sister, Yvonne, Fammy Bay playfully wrote that he believed Marguerite could be tamed, but in the meantime he was bitterly jealous. The way Marguerite writes it later, Fammy Bay was emotionally abusive and he kept her all but captive. But it's also worth noting I think that that characterization of the relationship after the fact would be a very convenient narrative given what happened next. The couple was staying at the fashionable Savoy Hotel in
London in July of nine three. They went to the opera to see the Merry Widow and returned to their suite Later that evening. A porter in the hallway overheard a violent shouting match, but he couldn't make out exactly what the couple was saying. But there was no mistaking what the porter heard next three gun shots, one, two, three. The porter rushed into the room to see Ali Fami Bay slumped against a wall, bleeding from a shot to the head. Marguerite was standing with a brow thirty two
caliber pistol in her hand. I've lost my head, she allegedly said, I've shot him. Medical attention arrived and they brought Ali Fami Bae to the hospital, where he died an hour later. The authorities then came from Marguerite, arresting her and charging her with the murder of her late husband. It was a chaotic night at the Savoy, with police sirens and lights going off through the night, But there was another chaotic scene happening in London, one that was
happening with much less public attention. The official household of the Prince of Wales had gotten word that his former mistress had shot a man, and they went into crisis mode immediately. The Prince's summer schedule, which had included several visits to Wales, was canceled and the Prince was instead booked on a three month stay in Canada. They bought him a ticket on an ocean liner out of Liverpool
for as soon as humanly possible. The goal was crisis management, preventing anyone from discovering that the Prince had been sexually involved with a scandalous murderous They knew all too well that if Marguerite Alibert was found guilty, she would be sent to be hanged at the gallows. And nothing is more dangerous than a woman with nothing left to lose. Eight weeks after Marguerite was arrested at the Savoy Hotel,
she was put on trial at the Old Bailey. Her defense lawyer was a man named Edward Marshall Hall, nicknamed the Great Defender, already famous in England for the high profile cases he had worked on. One of those high profile cases was for another sex worker, an Austrian woman, for whom in he successfully had a murder charge downgraded to manslaughter. Famously, Hall had turned to the jury and pled, quote, look at her, gentleman. God never gave her a chance,
won't you. Other famous cases for Hall included the Brides in the Bath murderer, in which the defendant had three wives who all suspiciously drowned while taking baths, and a murder that's often referred to as the green bicycle case, in which the victim was seen riding alongside a man
on a green bicycle before her death. Hall's client was a man who had been traced to the victim and who had inconveniently enough thrown his distinct green bicycle into the river Sore with the serial number filed off after the case had been made public. The client was acquitted. All of which is to say Marguerite was well represented by a tenacious and well practiced man when it came
to murder charges. His defense for the Princess Fammy Bay was that her husban Spin was a brute and a sexual pervert, and that her first two shots had been into the air to scare him off attacking her when he kept coming at her. Only then did Marguerite point the gun at him. And shoot mistakenly thinking that she was out of bullets. The actual core of the defense
strategy was rooted in exploiting extremely racist imagery. Hall paints Fammy Bay as a cruel and unnatural foreigner, and that his poor white wife was helpless to protect herself against him. To quote one of Hall's racist comments, I dare say, the Egyptian civilization is one of the oldest and most wonderful civilizations in the world. But if you strip off
the external civilization, you get the real Oriental underneath. Another quote, her great mistake, possibly the greatest mistake a woman could make, was a woman of the West in marrying an Oriental. Hall's defense alluded unsubtily to the prince's sexual appetites being unnatural, playing into a racist trope about sodomy and polygamy, both being practices from the East come to corrupt the poor,
chasted white women in the West. Hall argued that Famibe was a pervert, and Hall also ensured that the jury never thought of his poor former wife as anything but a woman of pure virtue. Any mention of her previous sex work was forbidden from being included in the trial, let alone any possible allusions to her one time relationship with the Prince of Wales. This is where writer Andrew Rose makes his most stunning claim in his twenty book
The Prince, The Princess and the Perfect Murder. Rose suggests, based on interviews and evidence he was able to uncover, in conjunction with the evidence that he found to be strategically missing from the record, that a covert arrangement was made between Marguerite Alibert and the royal family. The royal family's reputation at the beginning of the nineteen twenties was of the utmost importance for the preservation of the monarchy.
Labor and populous movements were gaining popularity throughout Europe, and the murder of the Romanovs by the Bolsheviks in Russia sent shock waves throughout every royal family. After all, Zar Nicholas and the Serena Alicky we're both King George, the fifth first cousins, the young Prince of Wales, then was a key figure when it came to presenting the British royal family as likable. He was, in his twenties, attractive
and the heir to the throne. The equivalent in the modern era to what a young Prince William once was, and here was a murderess on trial for her life, not only with the history of a relationship with the Prince, but with over a dozen incredibly incriminating letters from him, in which the Prince proves to be well, wildly irresponsible,
with terrible judgment. Andrew Rose postulates that in exchange for the letters and the Prince's name never coming up in the trial, the royal family work behind the scenes to ensure Marguerite Alibert's acquittal. As it stands, all of the passages from the Prince of Wales wartime diaries referencing Maggie have been ripped out, and several important documents from the Metropolitan Police Special Branches report on Marguerite have either been
destroyed or removed from the archives. It's clear that there has been a systemic attempt by those in power to remove evidence relating to the pair's relationship, unlike there was with the actual murder. There is no smoking gun to prove Andrew Rose's claims, although at least in my mind, it seems more than likely Marguerite had these tremendous bargaining pieces and her life was at risk. Whether it's beyond
a reasonable doubt or not is up to you. But the evidence, at least as it stands to me, is that the royal family engineered one of the most notorious cover ups in history and permitted a vast miscarriage of justice. Whether it was the racism or external influence, the jury took less than one hour to reach the verdict of not guilty. It's a challenging situation to frame discussing whether or not Marguerite was actually guilty, especially when she raises
the claims of domestic violence. But at least from my perspective, as it stands, the racism used in her defense was grotesque, and her claims were backed up not with any evidence, but with horrific stereotypes that played into the age old fear of protecting white women's bodies from men of color, even when in this situation the white woman was the one literally holding the smoking gun. That certainly was Andrew
Rose's conclusion. He had an earlier piece of writing on the murder in which he characterized it as a crime of passion, but after completing his research for his twenty thirteen book, Rose concluded that in his opinion, it was a murder for gain an execution, a perfect crime that Marguerite Alibert got away with because she had blackmail over the heads of some of the most powerful people in
the country. Marguerite would go on to sue the Fammy family for her late husband's fortune, which would be dismissed as the Egyptian court flatly rejected the verdict of the British court and determined that Fammy Bay's death was a murder. But as an acquitted woman, Marguerite lived the rest of her life in financial comfort, being looked after by at least four wealthy gentlemen in succession until her death at
age eighty in nineteen seventy one. Her apartment, which faced the writs in Paris, still contained one or two of the Prince's letters, which she kept as an insurance policy.
They were destroyed after her death. As for the Prince of Wales, he also eventually more or less disappeared from public life when King George the Fifth died in nineteen thirty six, famously given a mixture of cocaine and morphine by his doctors to hasten his death so that it would make the morning papers as opposed to the less respectable evening papers. The Prince of Wales became King Edward the Eighth, but he abdicated even before his official coronation.
He chose instead to marry Wallace Simpson, a woman with two living ex husbands, which is forbidden by the Church of England. Normally that wouldn't really matter, but the King of England is after all the head of the Church, and so Edward the eight abdicated, choosing to live the rest of his life as the Duke of Windsor. His younger brother became King George six, the father of the
current Queen Elizabeth the Second. Edward the eighth life of scandal threatened to undermine the British monarchy when it was at its most fragile, and it also may have helped a murderer walk free. That's the strange story of the Prince of Wales affair with Marguerite. Alibert would keep listening after a brief sponsor break to hear a little more
about the Prince and Princess Fammy Bay. The murder of Ali Fami Bay in London coincided with another major event with regards to the relationship between Egypt and Great Britain. Just the year before Fami Bay's death, two Englishmen discovered Tutton Common's tomb. It was one of the most thrilling archaeological discoveries of the twenty century, the first burial chamber unsealed in Egypt for Western eyes that hadn't been previously
emptied by tomb robbers. According to People magazine at the time, within King Tut's tomb were quote treasures so rich and wonderful that the first to behold them uttered cries of amazement. But some say the tomb also carried with it a curse death upon anyone who entered or associated with it. Six weeks after the tomb's opening, one of its discoverers, Lord Carnavon, died from a mosquito bite. A number of famous, high profile tragedies have also been ascribed to the curse.
King touched revenge on those who had disturbed him. Prince Ali famy Bay and Marguerite Alibert, as newlyweds, had visited the tomb in February of nineteen twenty three, immediately after its opening, just weeks after they were married. They also hosted Lord Carnavon and Howard carter On their yacht for lunch. If you're the superstitious type, you might consider it noteworthy as a data point that Ali Famy Bay was dead within the year. Noble Blood is a production of I
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