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Confessions of a Ghost-Hunter

"I could perhaps like others have astonished you with strange improbable Tales; but I rather chose to relate plain Matter of Fact in the simplest Manner and Style, because my principal Design was to Inform, and not to amuse thee.  I could heartily wish a Law was enacted, that every Traveller before he were permitted to publish his Voyages, should be obliged to make Oath before the Lord High Chancellor that all he intended to print was absolutely true to the best of his Knowledge; for then the World would no longer be deceived as it usually is, while some Writers, to make their Works pass the better upon the Publick, impose the grossest Falsities on the unwary Reader. ...it hath given me a great Disgust ...and some Indignation to see the Credulity of Mankind so impudently abused. Therefore ... I imposed on myself as a Maxim, never to be swerved from, that I would strictly adhere to Truth..."

Final chapter from Gulliver's Travels

 

I believe I have finally uncovered the mysterious identity of the ghostwriter who collaborated with Jasper Maskelyne on Magic - Top Secret.

Jasper's son, Alistair  was quite adamant that a ghostwriter had produced both Magic - Top Secret and the earlier White Magic.

In our correspondence ten years ago, Alistair Maskelyne talked about a preliminary manuscript that he had read through: "Magic - Top Secret was a ghost written largely fictional account of my father's western desert experiences . When I was given a preliminary draft to read in 1946 my comment to my father was "there is so much  over dramatised fiction here that it is obviously untrue. Can we get it re-written to present your wartime feats on the lines of a serving officer? The ghost writer's reply "there were thousands such. It would never sell."

Alistair wrote: "Magic:Top-Secret is not "Maskelyne's own account", merely the ghost writer’s endeavours to boost my father's recollections."

I have no reason to doubt Alistair.  But historians of magic  understandably require additional evidence.

In October 2004 I contacted Stanley Paul, the publisher of Magic - Top Secret and White Magic.

Random House (who now own Stanley Paul) have an archive in Northamptonshire near where I was born. Jean Rose, manager of their archive library, was very helpful to me over the phone. She located the original contract  for Magic Top-Secret  signed by Jasper Maskelyne in June 23rd,1947.

In the surviving contract there is no reference to a second writer !

I pressed her on this point.

She said that from Stanley Paul’s perspective Jasper Maskelyne was the sole person contracted to write the book. There was no evidence in their files to indicate that there was a collaborator.

However, she added that the contract also made reference to Jasper’s literary agent, Rupert Crew.

Jean Rose kindly informed me that  the Rupert Crew agency is still in existence and gave me their contact number.

I spoke to a Doreen Montgomery, a co-director of the  Crew agency.

I   introduced myself by saying : “I’ve done a great deal of research on the wartime career of Jasper Maskelyne. I’ve corresponded in detail with his son, Alistair. But his son claims that Magic-Top Secret was ghostwritten..."

“It was.”

Her response was instant. There was no hesitation or doubt.

I then asked her how she knew this. I explained that I had checked at Stanley Paul. Their records indicated that Jasper was the sole signatory.

And Doreen made  the following points:

The agreement with a ghost-writer is done through the agent, not the publisher. The celebrity signs with the publisher, but they make separate arrangements with their collaborator and these terms are sorted out with their agent.Such an arrangement would not show up in the publisher's contract.

Furthermore, she was able to provide a name - Frank S. Stuart. She seemed  sure it was Frank "S" for sugar Stuart.

She said  that he wrote or ghosted several books for the Agency.

She also thought that it was plausible  that he was responsible for  White Magic, published before the war.

She did convey to me that Frank was a reputable worker. He  would have to sit down and interview the client.  He would not be allowed to write  material without their permission and approval.

I then spoke to Jean Rose at Random House again. She  agreed that if Jasper worked with a ghost-writer brought in by the Rupert Crew literary agency, then the second name would not appear on the Stanley Paul  contract.

As long as Jasper fulfils his contract and delivers the manuscript, no hard questions are asked about authorship.

Who then is Frank S. Stuart?

I decided to press on with my own research.

In November 2004, I visited the new British Library which is located near Kings Cross. Indeed, this reading library is not far from the new headquarters of the Magic Circle.

I requested three pre-war books written by Frank S. Stuart. I was particularly keen to examine "Nothing Up My Sleeve", supposedly the life story of Douglas Beaufort, "Society Magician", written with the assistance of Frank S. Stuart and published by Stanley Paul in 1938.

This forgotten book provides important independent evidence.

Firstly, its very existence shows that Frank S. Stuart collaborated with a magician from Jasper Maskelyne's era.

Secondly, the internal evidence - what the book actually contains and how the material is presented - strongly supports the theory that its author also wrote the Maskelyne books.

For example, the teaser design of the contents pages of "Nothing Up My Sleeve" has a familiar ring.

I found it very similar to the sensational style of language used in the contents of White Magic and Magic - Top Secret. Below are some examples culled from the chapter headings:

 

NOTHING UP MY SLEEVE

MAGIC: TOP SECRET

 

Chapter 3: "I challenge the Chilean Army"

Chapter 8: "Threatened with death by a near-royal madman. "

Chapter 11: "A Foreign Office interview - I join Sir Charles Euan Smith's Mission to Morocco - Asked to heal sick Moors - An Eastern Royal Command performance - Four Queens receive a whipping - Diddling the Devil-doctors - ventriloquism in Fez...I receive a right Royal gift"

Chapter 12: "Advised to leave Fez - Kidnapped by a Sheikh - Making magic for my life - Murder in the audience"

Chapter 14: "I am offered a partnership by J.N. Maskelyne...Devant becomes a partner instead of myself - an uncanny adventure at Lord Wolseley's - I nearly lose my life"

Chapter 15: "Attacked by the detectives of a Grand Duke"

And so the melodramatic make-believe continues:

"The Shah of Persia is angry because I have no naughty pictures"

"I travel with Crippen"

"I am prevented from travelling on the Titanic"

"I am suspected as a spy - Magic saves my life from a madman"

"I kissed a murderess".

 

Chapter 3; "Poisoned"

Chapter 9: "Setting Hun-traps in Arabia - A special mission to Damascus - I tell a Holy Imam how to perform his own magic - a lance through the stomach - Desert rider"

Chapter 10: "Balbo bombs us with dummy bombs - Douglas Fairbanks Jr. comes to study war-magic - And captures a U-boat (Why didn't Fairbanks mention this feat in his own memoirs? R.J.S.)

Chapter 12: "Lost among the sandhills - No food or water - Four days in hell "

Chapter 13: "My hunt for 5,000-year-old temple magic in Egypt - Magic curses from the royal tombs - My hunt for ancient books of sacred magic"

Chapter 15: "The beauty who accepted ugliness to save her lover - And he was repelled by the ugliness"

Chapter 17: "I sleep with Phoebe - She is abducted - And saved from a Fate Worse Than Death"

 

Frank S. Stuart appears to have manufactured a series of tantalising tales for the gullible public.

In the final chapter of "Nothing Up My Sleeve", Beaufort/Stuart shamelessly declares:

"Looking back over nearly sixty years of conjuring, it seems to me...that I have left out more adventures than I have included !

"There was the occasion when a European Prince sought my aid when an escapade with a grisette ceased to be a joke to him and became a terror. There was a time when a young English Duke asked me to investigate the secret of a grisly family legend, told to each heir when he became twenty-one. It was a peculiarly horrible story, and my magic proved puny beside a more sinister magic we could not understand.

Once I saw what seemed to be a werewolf. Once a highly educated, titled girl offered me priceless family heirlooms for a love potion, and would not believe me when I said I could not invent one. Once I saw something of a poisoning case in very high life, and saw how skilfully it was hushed up.

Many of these stories I have purposely avoided in this book. I have tried to stick almost entirely to tales in which I could quote names, dates, and places as verification.

One need not be a magician to make up fairy-stories, but I have given, as far as possible, accounts of things I have actually witnessed."

Readers might wish to absorb the sarcastic quotation drawn from Gulliver's Travels which heads this web article. Jonathan Swift, in his final chapter, mocks previous fantastical tales that have no relation to the truth. His narrator, Gulliver, then boldly claims that his own account is genuine. An outrageous claim that the reader would realise is blatantly false.

Frank S. Stuart and David Fisher, proponents of the Maskelyne myth, boldly claim that what they write is all true.

Their publishers unscrupulously maintain the illusion.

Cassell Military History are even preparing a paperback edition of the War Magician for 2005, sub-titled the True Story of Jasper Maskelyne.

the Credulity of Mankind so impudently abused !

On their final page, Frank S. Stuart and the ghostwriter of White Magic bring their ripping yarns to a similar sounding conclusion.

Note also the double exclamation structure:

 

White Magic

Nothing Up My Sleeve

"I shall perform the greatest disappearing trick of my career. And then - as now - my audience will rub their eyes and stare at one another and say - "Upon my soul! The fellow's vanished!"

"After which, there is nothing left for me to do but to make a gesture of farewell to the first of my audiences that I have not been able to see, mutter 'Abracadabra!' - and vanish!"

Final sentence, p.284.

Final sentence, p.284.

 

 

The contents of Chapter 11 and 12 of Nothing Up My Sleeve are most revealing and have direct parallels with material that was later recycled for Magic - Top Secret.

Beaufort's perilous mission to Morocco is a prequel to Maskelyne's dramatic mission to Damascus.

Beaufort's duel with the marabouts is suspiciously similar to Maskelyne's duel with the Imam.

Beaufort ends up with a precious silver dagger from the Sultan. Maskelyne, for his brave efforts, receives a gold watch from King Farouk.

In both accounts, the evil scheming fanatical muslim/dervish/wogs are outwitted. And British diplomacy triumphs.

I defy anyone to read this rubbish without concluding that Frank S. Stuart freely invented ludicrous chunks of fiction dressed up as fact.

And that is why I am even more convinced that Maskelyne's 'memoirs' are tainted material.

The giveaway clue , missed by everyone, is hidden in plain sight on the very first page of Magic:Top-Secret:

"...Mr Douglas Beaufort, was sent by our Foreign Office to Morocco to perform some alarming illusions at a time when the Sultan's friendship seemed essential to avert a war, and the desired result was attained..."

A circular trail of audacious self-endorsement, overlooked by all the experts.

The time has come to rip into these ripping yarns and objectively evaluate, even emasculate ,the Maskelyne myth.

 

 

Mr Beaufort Deftly Diddles the Dervish Devil-Doctors

"Mr Beaufort, - we want you to go out and see the Sultan of Mowocco, and show him some twicks that his Court Mawabouts can't equal? There you have it. Diddle the Devil-doctors, so to speak."

 

The archetypal ingredients of this strange tale are probably drawn from the unreliable adventures of Robert-Houdin who was supposedly sent on a mission by the French Government to Algeria in the 1850's .

Take your hero magician (Houdin, Beaufort or Maskelyne), send him to a foreign country on a perilous mission , have him confront enemy magicians (for sinister effect call them Marabouts or dervishes), and, after mishaps and near disaster, let your brave magician triumph, his brilliant conjuring skills outwitting the devilish tricks of these evil advisors who impede foreign policy objectives of your beloved homeland.

According to the author of "Nothing Up My Sleeve", the Sultan's magical advisors were a dangerous faction that favoured the French over the British.

"the Court marabouts were credited with magical powers a lot above the ordinary, and with a dislike of rivals that exceeded anything that could possibly be expressed in polite language. It was said, indeed, that the rivals were usually boiled in oil, or tied between two camels who were then incited with spears to run rapidly in opposite directions."

"It was my task then to terrify the Sultan with the idea that England could produce such magic as would shrivel him and his dervishes together if he did not favour England's wishes concerning the destiny of his country."

Beaufort's mission is "to destroy once and for all the growing influence of the Court marabouts".

In a fanciful confrontation, the Sultan demands that Beaufort produce snakes from his mouth:

"It is a common dervish trick, but not having any snakes I naturally could not do it."

Beaufort instead resorts to British music hall trickery:

"Tell His Majesty,' I said swiftly to the interpreter, "that Englishmen think snakes unclean, as you do pigs,.I cannot touch them without losing caste. But I will do something yet more wonderful. I will bring a great number of eggs from your mouth."

Beaufort miraculously produces dozens of eggs from the interpreter's mouth.

He then pulls out lengths of coloured ribbon from the Sultan's ceremonial dagger.

The climax is a ventriloquist act with Beaufort's two little dolls.

His Majesy is very impressed.

Instead of suffering a horrific death, Beaufort is rewarded with a beautiful stallion, the Sultan's silver dagger and five hundred silver dollars.

Not bad for an impromptu close-up act.

"What was of more importance, the Sultan's attitude towards Britain became very friendly...Anyway, my mission was satisfactorily performed; and the lisping Mandarins in Whitehall could count on one more successful move in their unending game..."

The story is not finished yet!

Returning by horseback, Beaufort is kidnapped by his enemies and dragged before a sheikh.

Again, he has to demonstrate his wondrous magical powers, or else meet a nasty end.

He starts off with a few coin tricks and then cigarette manipulations, but fails to impress his audience.

His last resort is ventriloquism. He points at one of the enemy magicians, and mimics his voice (in perfect Arabic!) and makes him utter the blasphemous words "The Sultan is Satan!"

The mob turns on the court magician.

"This was high treason, and the Sultan's reputation was such that it was well known that he would stamp the town flat and massacre every living thing in it if this story came to his ears. Most of all, he would see to it that the two Court magicians already disgraced,...died very slowly and in unprintable ways."

"The one I had not picked on cut the Gordian knot very simply by sliding his knife up to the handle into the ribs of his shouting companion."

A dramatic ending! Turning the tables on those dirty dervishes.

What a load of unprintable camel dung!

 

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