In the early 1870s, a family named
Aurignac lived in Bauzelles, a small French village. It consisted of
a widower, who lived with his four children, Thérèse, Marie,
Romain, and Emile. The daughters did the housework, while the boys
did whatever odd jobs they could find. They could not be called
ornaments of their community. The father was a drunkard, who, when
he was in his cups, was fond of boasting of his noble ancestry,
giving himself the fanciful name of "Count d'Aurignac."
These claims were founded on nothing more than his wine bottle,
but as it was true that the Franco-Prussian war had impoverished many
aristocratic families, he found a surprising number of people who
were willing to believe him. Perhaps he came to believe it himself.
After some years, he kicked his story
up a notch. He proudly showed neighbors an old chest, which he had
elaborately locked and sealed. This, he informed them, was the
repository of his title-deeds to Chateau d'Aurignac, a splendid
estate in Auvergne, as well as other documentation that would enable
his children to inherit a fortune.
His friends were suitably impressed.
Aurignac died in January of 1874.
Naturally, the first thing everyone did was to open this mysterious
chest that held the proof of the dead man's noble background and
fabulous wealth. One can imagine the general sense of disappointment
when they discovered it contained nothing but a brick.
Rather than collecting a fortune, his daughter Thérèse became laundry-maid to the family of Toulouse mayor Gustave Humbert. One thing she did inherit, however, was her father's talent for fantasy. She not only continued the fable of descent from a once-mighty family, she embroidered upon it considerably. She told the Humberts and their friends of a fabulous ancestral home in the Tarn, the Chateau de Marcotte. The last owner of this estate, a wealthy old spinster named Mademoiselle de Marcotte, had made a will leaving the chateau and her entire fortune to Thérèse . She repeated this story so confidently and repeatedly that everyone accepted her tale without question. The Humbert family was suitably awed to have their laundry washed by an heiress. The son of the family, a young law student named Frederic, was so taken with her story that he eloped with the soon-to-be-massively rich servant.
Rather than collecting a fortune, his daughter Thérèse became laundry-maid to the family of Toulouse mayor Gustave Humbert. One thing she did inherit, however, was her father's talent for fantasy. She not only continued the fable of descent from a once-mighty family, she embroidered upon it considerably. She told the Humberts and their friends of a fabulous ancestral home in the Tarn, the Chateau de Marcotte. The last owner of this estate, a wealthy old spinster named Mademoiselle de Marcotte, had made a will leaving the chateau and her entire fortune to Thérèse . She repeated this story so confidently and repeatedly that everyone accepted her tale without question. The Humbert family was suitably awed to have their laundry washed by an heiress. The son of the family, a young law student named Frederic, was so taken with her story that he eloped with the soon-to-be-massively rich servant.
Frederic passed his bar examinations,
and for several years he and his wife led a quiet and nondescript
existence in Paris. Every now and then the lawyer would ask Thérèse
about when she'd be getting the de Marcotte fortune, but she always
managed to put him off with various cleverly evasive stories. In the
meantime, she spread the word around all the local shopkeepers about
her "great expectations," which enabled the couple to live
very well on credit.
| Therese Humbert with her husband and daughter. |
For a while, at least. Inevitably,
their creditors began to wonder about this grand Chateau de Marcotte.
No one they knew of seemed to have even heard of the place. Matters
finally came to a head when one tradesman owed money by the Humberts
went on vacation near the Tarn. He returned home with the news that
no such estate existed anywhere in the area.
Whoops.
The shopkeepers owed money by the
Humberts did not take this news well. Threats of criminal
prosecution began to fill the air. Thérèse had no choice but to
admit to her husband that her whole story was one big fabrication.
Frederic, whose salary was not nearly sufficient to pay
back all they owed, went to his father--who was by now the Minister
of Justice--and told him the whole embarrassing truth. The senior
Humbert, anxious to avoid an even more embarrassing public scandal,
quietly paid all the couple's debts.
One would think that this narrow escape
would have taught Thérèse a lesson, but it only planted still more
ambitious dreams in her head. Quietly, secretly, this obscure
suburban matron began to build one of the most astoundingly audacious
plans in the entire history of swindling.
In early 1881, a remarkable story began
circulating in Parisian society. People learned that the
daughter-in-law of Justice Minister Gustave Humbert had an amazingly
lucky experience. It seems that while traveling on the Ceinture
Railway some time back, Thérèse Humbert had heard a man in an
adjoining compartment groaning in agony. When she went to
investigate, she found an elderly American man who had suddenly been
taken very ill. He had had a heart attack. She gave him smelling
salts and did what she could to make him comfortable. He recovered
sufficiently to be able to leave the train at the next stop, but not
before he got her name and address. He thanked her profusely for her
kindness, and swore he would never forget it.
The gentleman was a Chicago resident
named Robert Henry Crawford. After they parted at the train station,
Thérèse forgot the whole incident until two years later, when she
received a letter from a New York law firm, informing her that Mr.
Crawford had died and left her four million pounds. She even had
Crawford's death certificate and a copy of this will to prove it.
According to the latter document, Crawford's fortune was to be
divided between Thérèse 's younger sister Marie and the dead man's
nephews, Robert and Henry Crawford. These three legatees were to pay
Thérèse £14,000 a year. These American lawyers wrote that old
Robert Henry had instructed that the fortune should remain in the
Crawford family. Thérèse was to keep the four million pounds in a
safe. Then, when her sister Marie came of age, one of the Crawford
nephews would marry the girl, thus keeping the estate undivided.
After her previous escapade, one would
think that her husband and in-laws would treat this story with a
certain skepticism, but no. The most peculiar feature about the
whole strange story is that the Humberts appear to have accepted
everything she said, and they eagerly told everyone that their
relative-by-marriage would soon be an exceedingly rich woman.
No one in Paris dreamed that the
powerful Minister of Justice could possibly be mistaken, so Thérèse's story went unquestioned. Almost instantly, she became the most
famous woman in the city, and she lost no time capitalizing on her
new renown as a romantic heiress. She rented a grand mansion in the
heart of Paris, featuring, in the downstairs parlor, a large
safe--the safe, which was holding the famed
Crawford millions, as well as an equally lavish country home. She
became the star of Paris society. Her receptions were the hottest
tickets in town. She awed everyone with the splendor of her dresses
and the dazzling quantities of her jewels--all bought on credit, of
course. The ex-washerwoman was living like a queen. France's
wealthiest financiers and business men were willing--eager, even--to
lend huge sums of money simply on the promise that one day she would
come into a fortune, and would then repay these sums at a hefty
interest rate. If anyone showed any signs of failing to completely
believe her story, she would take them aside and "secretly"
show them a bundle of letters, all supposedly written by the
Crawfords. This was enough to remove all doubts.
Thérèse's reign went on merrily for
two years. Then, a French newspaper published an article that, for
the first time, raised a few doubts about her veracity. The man who
wrote the article was from Thérèse's hometown. He remembered well
old Aurignac, his fables about nobility, his safe, and his brick. He
was speculating that history was repeating itself.
Thérèse knew that if these doubts
began to spread, she would be lost. She decided to go on offense,
backing up her lies with still more lies. She began by inventing a
quarrel with the mythical Crawford nephews over where their family
fortune should be kept. The Crawfords, she said, wanted the four
million transferred to a bank for safer keeping, and she objected to
the plan. The bickering between Thérèse and her imaginary
friends--I kid you not--went to court. Lawsuits began to be filed,
some of them originating from the Crawfords, some from Thérèse,
with both sides hiring some of the most expensive lawyers in the
land. The lawsuits on various petty squabbles relating to the estate
went on for years.
This flurry of legal action erased any
questions anyone might have had about the genuineness of the Crawford
fortune. After all, nonexistent people couldn't possibly file
lawsuits!
By this time, Thérèse's sister Marie
Aurignac had graduated from school. The girl, in all innocence,
genuinely believed she was destined to marry "Henry Crawford."
She happily boasted to all her friends about the handsome, charming,
wealthy young American who would some day soon be her husband.
| Therese's sister |
All went well until one of Thérèse's
creditors, a banker named Delatte, began to grow impatient for Madame
to open her now-famous safe and start paying back the huge sums she
owed. The longer he had to wait, the more he found himself
suspecting that there was something fishy going on. One day, with an
air of innocent curiosity, he asked Thérèse where Henry Crawford
lived. She told him he was in Somerville, a wealthy suburb of
Boston.
Believe it or not, Monsieur Delatte was
the first person not to take Thérèse's word for this. He took the
first available boat for America to see this mysterious heir for
himself. When he arrived in Boston, he found no sign that anyone
named "Henry Crawford" lived in Somerville, or anywhere
else in the city for that matter. He hired private detectives, and
they also came up empty. There was no evidence that such a person
existed anywhere in the entire country. He angrily wrote a friend
back in Paris of what he had learned. Delatte declared that he was
on his way back to France, where he would expose Thérèse Humbert's
entire swindle.
He never got the chance. Before he
could sail from New York, his body was found in the East River. Was
his death an accident? Suicide? Or a sign that Madame Humbert had
decided to up her criminal game considerably? No one ever knew for
certain.
More and more of Thérèse's creditors
became more and more anxious for their money. Surely, they said with
increasing insistence, it was time for her sister to marry Henry
Crawford and finally open the safe containing the Crawford millions?
Thérèse, in typical fashion, sought to extricate herself from the
old swindle by perpetrating a new one. She launched a plan from
obtaining more money from the public that she could use to pay off
her old creditors. And so the Rente Viagere was born.
In the heart of Paris' business
district, she opened a suite of impressively luxurious office
buildings. It was, the world was told, a large insurance company
that promised to provide annuities. French men and women were
invited to "invest" their money with the promise of
astonishingly large returns. This proved even more profitable than
Thérèse's previous hoax. The prospectus she and her brothers drew
up was so enticing that people all over the country turned handed her
bogus company all they possessed in order to buy annuities or insure
their lives, thinking they were making a can't-miss investment that
would guarantee them a fabulous return on their money. Millions of
francs came pouring into this utterly nonexistent company. Thérèse's creditors were given just enough of this money to keep them
soothed and happy.
For a while, at least. Then,
inevitably, everyone again became impatient for the Great Safe
Opening. Surely, it was long past time for Sister Marie--who had now
become popularly known as "the eternal fiancee"--to marry
her American and haul out the family fortune? Early in 1901, a group
of Thérèse's creditors who were by now, thanks to her, facing
bankruptcy, held a meeting and compared notes. They came to the grim
conclusion that they had all been swindled. It was noted that even
if her story was true, after all these years of expensive lawsuits,
there couldn't be much of the Crawford fortune left!
These creditors went to one of France's
leading lawyers, Rene Waldeck-Rousseau. The lawyer, who had met
Thérèse in court on a number of occasions, instinctively disliked
her, and was quite willing to believe she was a shameless fraud. He
had known a number of people who had been swindled by her--including
his own son-in-law--so there was a personal motive in his desire to
see "La Grande Thérèse " finally brought to justice. He
conferred with the editor of the newspaper, "Le Matin,"
who agreed to publish a series of articles boldly accusing Madame
Humbert of being a crook.
| The most notorious safe in France |
These articles emboldened Thérèse's
creditors to demand that the courts order her to immediately open
that damn safe. Unfortunately for her, the presiding judge agreed
that it was the only way to settle the issue. Although Thérèse
and her lawyers vigorously fought this decision, they were finally
forced to give in. Thérèse turned in the keys to her safe, and
May 9, 1902 was set for the Unveiling.
On May 8, Thérèse and her siblings
quietly vanished.
The next morning, the safe was opened.
All it contained was--in quaint tribute to Dear Old Dad--a brick.
Arrest warrants were immediately issued
for Thérèse and her brothers. (It was obvious to everyone that
poor Marie Aurignac had been as duped as everyone else.) In
September, they were finally tracked down in Spain and hauled back to
Paris.
Thérèse, you will be happy to know,
stayed true to form to the last. She refused to admit any
wrongdoing. Instead, her defense was a tale that had everyone in the
courtroom reeling. She conceded that the wealthy American Crawford
never existed. The man who really left her his fortune, she now
said, was Marshal Bazaine, who was by then infamous for having turned
over the fortress of Metz to the Germans. The four million pounds
had been Germany's payoff to him for his betrayal. Thérèse said
that for some time she had not been aware of the source of this
money. When she did realize it had been an enemy bribe, she felt
that in all conscience she could not keep such tainted money. In a
patriotic fervor, she had burned every last cent of it, which
explained why the safe was now empty.
"But it does not explain the
brick, Madame!" the judge answered tartly.
| Madame Humbert in court |
To the surprise of absolutely no one,
the Aurignacs were all found guilty of fraud. Thérèse was
sentenced to five years, Romain three, and Emile two. Her husband
Frederic was also sent to jail, although there is still some question
about whether he was an accomplice or yet another dupe. After she
served her sentence, it is generally said that Thérèse emigrated to
America, where she died in obscurity in 1918. (Other, unconfirmed
reports state that she remained in France, where she lived a
reclusive existence at least as late as 1930.)
The famous safe was displayed for some
time in a Paris shop, where it attracted large crowds. So, in the
end, it finally provided an honest profit for somebody.