On the 1st January 1908, following a remarkable wager, a man wearing an iron mask set off on an astonishing 30,000 mile journey around the world - then disappeared. TheBigRetort... The Great Iron Mask Hoax
In previous posts we
detailed the extraordinary saga of 33-year-old Harry Bensley, who
accepted a bet made between an American philanthropist and an English
nobleman; to push a pram around the world, with his face encased
inside an iron mask - and for a purse of $100,000. Many sighting were
recorded of "The Mask” at that time, but then he inexplicably
vanished. TheBigRetort: where in the world did The Mask go?
The answer it seems
is quite simple: he didn't...
Almost one year after the wager, a publication known as “ Answers” (December 19th, 1908, pi63) received a response to this question. It has remained buried: until now. The respondent – who then remained anonymous - had a very interesting tale to tell, hence the headline - "The Great Masked Man Hoax”.
Almost one year after the wager, a publication known as “ Answers” (December 19th, 1908, pi63) received a response to this question. It has remained buried: until now. The respondent – who then remained anonymous - had a very interesting tale to tell, hence the headline - "The Great Masked Man Hoax”.
In response to the
"Answers" editor about the disappearance of “Iron Mask”,
the writer claimed that he had been due for release from prison, and without any trade to his name he was worried about the future. On
returning to his cell, however, some library books had been delivered
- one caught his attention: “The Mystery of the Iron Mask.”
Popularised by a
number of writers down the ages – the original mask was made out of
'black velvet' - the narrative of a man in an “iron” mask was
itself woven out of a factual account of a prisoner in France. So
undergoing a fretful night, it was an iron mask that this anonymous
writer saw emerging from the shadows of his prison cell.
It was all the inspiration his criminal mind needed...
It was all the inspiration his criminal mind needed...
He wrote: "That night my thoughts kept reverting
to the 'Man in the Iron Mask, ‘til, in idle fancy, I began to draw
mental pictures of myself passing through life with an iron mask over
my face." The hoax was born.
Four years previous,
Harry Bensley had been sentenced at the Old Bailey in London for a
series of bogus claims and deceptions. Also known under the alias
“Harry Barker”, the 29-year-old labourer had been collared in
South Africa by Scotland Yard, and he was also convicted of bigamy under
the name “Henry Burrell”.
Harry was the man in the iron mask.... and the writer of the response to the “Answers” publication.
He went on to explain...
Harry was the man in the iron mask.... and the writer of the response to the “Answers” publication.
He went on to explain...
How I "Faked"
the Wager
His two callings
being fraud and deception, Harry was due for release. He began to
evolve a scheme of 'considerable profit' – and a mask was the 'chief
feature'.
Harry
spent the remaining prison term perfecting his plans...
Writing the details 'over and over again' on a prison 'slate'; the terms of the wager; the conditions imposed; two wealthy philanthropists - one of whom he had never actually met, the American banker John Pierpont Morgan, and the other a not totally fabricated English 'nobleman' - were actually prison cell 'creations'.
Writing the details 'over and over again' on a prison 'slate'; the terms of the wager; the conditions imposed; two wealthy philanthropists - one of whom he had never actually met, the American banker John Pierpont Morgan, and the other a not totally fabricated English 'nobleman' - were actually prison cell 'creations'.
Released in November
1907, with a gratuity of 30 shillings - his 'sole worldly possession'
- he set about commencing his fraud.
He purchased a large
map of the British Isles 'and other trifles'...
At Clarkson's, a
well-known costumiers, Harry inspected several masks of various
origins. The one he wanted, a knight's helmet, was priced at more
than he could afford and so he left it 'for the time'.
Just hours out of
prison, taking the train out to the country where his 'wife' was
living, he made known the terms of the 'wager'.
Gossip 'soon
bruited'... One neighbour agreed to provide the perambulator - 'for a
future consideration'. An unwitting accomplice in the deception... he
would not be alone.
Harry did not name
the 'nobleman' that assisted with the hoax. "German - a man of superior education, and evidently of some social standing," they had done time
together.
Harry confided the truth to this ex con. “To my surprise he offered to finance me, adding also his willingness to help me in any other way besides."
Harry confided the truth to this ex con. “To my surprise he offered to finance me, adding also his willingness to help me in any other way besides."
Unfortunately the
German wanted a 'backhander' from time to time.
Harry wrote that this was 'a heavy tax on my takings.'
Harry though finally went home with the twenty-five-shilling iron mask, and a moderate supply of pamphlets and postcards advertising the wager. The mask and pram were also inscribed with these details.
Harry wrote that this was 'a heavy tax on my takings.'
Harry though finally went home with the twenty-five-shilling iron mask, and a moderate supply of pamphlets and postcards advertising the wager. The mask and pram were also inscribed with these details.
Harry was pictured
standing boldly wearing the iron mask with the pram and his young
aide alongside. The latter an additional expense for which Harry had
a ruse, a dodge ‘as ancient as Adam'.
By way of security
he set about deceiving gullible young men who would assist in the
Wager. These 'teenagers' - for a £5 fee - were offered a third of
the eventual prize money: if they completed the terms of the Wager.
Since Harry never intended completing such a trek, there would be no
obligation to pay. On the other hand if this boy left his service
within six months of engagement, he would forfeit a fiver.
Iron Mask had to
get married 'on the road somewhere' – without removing the mask. Or
so Harry claimed...
"I already had a wife."
Married in 1898, he later began a bigamous relationship, and this 'new wife' was to secretly join him at a safe house along the route.
"I already had a wife."
Married in 1898, he later began a bigamous relationship, and this 'new wife' was to secretly join him at a safe house along the route.
The walking wager
In London it was
'very foggy'. Harry had driven to
the station in a taxi with his 'minder'. It was the morning of the Wager. They boarded the Charing
Cross train; without any attention. However, it was the decorated
perambulator that attracted an 'eagle-eyed' stationmaster. He asked
the man in the iron mask if he had a ticket for it.
In fact... it was only when the 'Mask' was halfway across the platform that he was actually noticed. He was in the midst of an excited mob.
In fact... it was only when the 'Mask' was halfway across the platform that he was actually noticed. He was in the midst of an excited mob.
“For a moment I
felt horribly nervous,” he recounted. However, instead of making a dash aboard his connecting
train, he started selling his newly-minted postcards - “for all I
was worth.”
These postcards
listed the wager, and can still be found in second hand shops across
England or on Ebay.
Newspapers later
reported that at approximately 10am that a train which was carrying a
man wearing an iron mask pulled into Charing Cross Station...
A representative from the Daily Mirror photographed the man in the iron mask and his young minder...
The walk 'through the world' had commenced.
A representative from the Daily Mirror photographed the man in the iron mask and his young minder...
The walk 'through the world' had commenced.
Flanked by enormous
cheering crowds - Londoners literally threw money at the man in the
iron mask...
Down the Strand; on to Cheapside; over London Bridge and on towards Woolwich...
By the time they stopped, it was 9.30pm. Exhausted, they had not eaten since breakfast and were very hungry.
Down the Strand; on to Cheapside; over London Bridge and on towards Woolwich...
By the time they stopped, it was 9.30pm. Exhausted, they had not eaten since breakfast and were very hungry.
The Man in the Iron Mask, an ex-con, made an untimely appearance at Dartford Court.
He had been charged with peddling postcards without a license, but
when his lawyer explained the conditions of the bet - following
hearty deliberations - the chairman allowed the defendant, who called
himself “Henry Mason”, to remain masked – a first. Had
the chairman ordered its removal the legend of the masked wager would have died
there. Instead - “We are not anxious to know the (his
real) name,” said the court chairman.
It had been ten long
months since Harry Bensley commenced the iron mask deception. He had still not left English shores and people
were starting to ask questions.
Harry was tired of being welcomed by lord mayors, and the gullible public; the deception was also closing in - literally.
A pram full of postcards; a fabricated wager - a punishing daily routine - and a heavy metal helmet, had now become his Pentonville.
Mobbed by crowds, in the sometimes excessive heat or cold of England, having to sit through boring speech after boring speech by whatever dignitary was throwing dinner - he could not eat due to the helmet - the fictitious wager, sown out of a prison cell, had turned into a heavy burden for its creator. And the iron mask hoax had become the cross that Harry the deceiver bore for this his greatest swindle.
Finally, after covering a distance of what he claimed was 2,400 miles, the prisoner in the iron mask threw 'up the sponge'. "My eyes ached, and I suffered with racking pains in my head," Harry opined. But he had, or so he was proud to claim, visited, “…the principal cities and towns in England and South Wales from Penzance to Wolverhampton."
Harry was tired of being welcomed by lord mayors, and the gullible public; the deception was also closing in - literally.
A pram full of postcards; a fabricated wager - a punishing daily routine - and a heavy metal helmet, had now become his Pentonville.
Mobbed by crowds, in the sometimes excessive heat or cold of England, having to sit through boring speech after boring speech by whatever dignitary was throwing dinner - he could not eat due to the helmet - the fictitious wager, sown out of a prison cell, had turned into a heavy burden for its creator. And the iron mask hoax had become the cross that Harry the deceiver bore for this his greatest swindle.
Finally, after covering a distance of what he claimed was 2,400 miles, the prisoner in the iron mask threw 'up the sponge'. "My eyes ached, and I suffered with racking pains in my head," Harry opined. But he had, or so he was proud to claim, visited, “…the principal cities and towns in England and South Wales from Penzance to Wolverhampton."
It was at
Wolverhampton that Iron Mask was finally no more. He
disappears from newspaper accounts about this time.
He never did
make it around the world. Harry Bensley had
never really intended to leave these shores, not really.
Weeks later, he wrote in to the publication "Answers” (remaining anonymous of course), and said: "In conclusion, I can assert without fear of contradiction that I have paid my way, and supported myself, my wife, and my assistant, and the horses and attendants I employed, entirely from the sale of my cards and pamphlets, and I have received nothing in the shape of charity from the first day of my itinerary."
Weeks later, he wrote in to the publication "Answers” (remaining anonymous of course), and said: "In conclusion, I can assert without fear of contradiction that I have paid my way, and supported myself, my wife, and my assistant, and the horses and attendants I employed, entirely from the sale of my cards and pamphlets, and I have received nothing in the shape of charity from the first day of my itinerary."
Harry Bensley was
never arrested. Perhaps the anonymous hoax
confession was too embarrassing to investigate. Perhaps no one until
now put two and two together and came up with Harry. Perhaps
they did; but preferred to hold on to the myth. Could this be why the
Great Masked Man Hoax remains unknown - even today?
In the words of one
writer, who was referring to the original prisoner in the black
velvet mask: “If there is found in the history of a people a single
point which is not quite clear, Dame Legend immediately takes a hand
and furnishes an unending supply of material, from which coming
generations manufacture romances which in most cases outlive and
conquer the true stories. And there is probably no other case within
the last thousand years which proves this adage as well as that of
the 'Man in the Iron Mask'.”
Harry Bensley died
in 1956. His postcards still bare witness to the faded memory of a
con in rust-covered iron. And it is on this which the legend sits.
[Copyright
(c) TheBigRetort 2013. Please use (in part) with accreditation. For
further see Answers
to Correspondents on Every Subject under the sun. Title
later shortened
to “Answers”. The Great Masked Man Hoax,
December 19th, 1908, pi63. British Library Reading Rooms.]
[Since writing about the above we have made some interesting contacts. Jim Westergard. Jim, a Canadian, has a quite unique series of drawings and wood engravings; one which features ‘Iron Mask’ (reproduced above, and with his kind permission) and other fascinating characters. Andrew Grumbridge for a song dedication. We are also grateful to the curiously titled “Dark Roasted Blend (Weird & Wonderful Things)” for its constant stream of visitors. DRB was created by Avi Abrams, also a Canadian, in 2005, and boasts around 1 million visitors per month.]
[Since writing about the above we have made some interesting contacts. Jim Westergard. Jim, a Canadian, has a quite unique series of drawings and wood engravings; one which features ‘Iron Mask’ (reproduced above, and with his kind permission) and other fascinating characters. Andrew Grumbridge for a song dedication. We are also grateful to the curiously titled “Dark Roasted Blend (Weird & Wonderful Things)” for its constant stream of visitors. DRB was created by Avi Abrams, also a Canadian, in 2005, and boasts around 1 million visitors per month.]












