1949: John George Haigh, the Acid Bath Murderer
August 10th, 2013 Headsman
On this date in 1949, Britain’s “Acid Bath Murderer”* was hanged by Albert Pierrepoint at Wandsworth Prison.
The name really tells you all you need to know about this enduringly infamous serial killer.
John George Haigh drained puddles of deathly sludge into the pipes at 79 Gloucester Road in London and 2 Leopold Road, Crawley, West Sussex.
He wasn’t a criminal mastermind, but he had that one good idea, and the doggedness to keep going with what worked through the latter half of the 1940s. Serving a previous sentence for fraud, Haigh impressed himself with a jailhouse experiment revealing the efficacy of sulfuric acid for completely dissolving the body of an unfortunate mouse. Perhaps he had been motivated to the test by the memory of a notorious trial in France featuring the same disposal-of-remains expedient. Perhaps he thought it up all by himself.
Shortly after obtaining his parole, Haigh put the insight to foul use by whacking his wealthy former employer over the head and stuffing him into a 40-gallon drum in his Gloucester Road basement. William McSwan’s body dissolved over two days in a sulfuric acid bath. Haigh poured the remnant ooze down a manhole and moved into McSwan’s house, telling the victim’s parents that their son had ducked out to avoid World War II conscription. Once the war ended and the questions came, Haigh made slurry of mom and dad, too.
Undoubtedly a sociopath, Haigh didn’t murder out of compulsive love of taking life. He had a cold, pecuniary motive. “I discovered there were easier ways of making a living than to work long hours in an office,” he wrote of the earlier, non-homicidal frauds and thefts that had started his criminal career. “I did not ask myself whether I was doing right or wrong. That seemed to me to be irrelevant. I merely said, ‘That is what I wish to do.’ And as the means lay within my power, that was what I decided.”
Now the means lay within his power to appropriate a fellow’s pension and estate by disappearing him into a vat of chemicals. Why should he ask himself whether that was right or wrong?
Haigh had blown through the McSwan’s fortune by 1948, and started dissolving hand to mouth. In February of that year, the killer lured a doctor and his wife to his new acid bath station in Crawley. These he shot dead, and rendered as per usual into vitriol compote. But he got sloppy the following year by targeting a wealthy widow who actually shared his same apartment block; when she was reported missing, the neighbor with the criminal record went right into the suspect filter. A search of Haigh’s workshops turned up papers tying him to all three sets of murders … as well as a nearby dump whose “yellowish white greyish matter” yielded “28 lb. of melted body fat, part of the left foot eroded by acid, three gallstones, and 18 fragments of human bone eroded by acid.” (London Times, April 2, 1949) Preserved dentures proved a match for the late Olive Durand-Deacon.
Haigh was a pragmatist, as always.
“Tell me, frankly, what are the chances of anybody being released from Broadmoor?” he chattily asked one guard, referring to the high-security psychiatric facility he intended to inhabit. But his problem would be getting into it. Haigh’s jury needed only minutes to dismiss his longshot insanity defense, and condemn the Acid Bath murderer to die.**
Haigh hanged a mere three weeks after sentence, not even six full months from his last murder.
* Not to be confused with the “Brides in the Bath” murderer. Best just to stick to showers.
** Legal oddity: the Daily Mirror described Haigh as a “murderer” during his trial — that is, before his lawful conviction. Haigh was able to land the editor of this paper in the clink himself for this accurate, prejudicial epithet.
On this day..
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- 1970: Dan Mitrione, an American torturer in Uruguay - 2019
- 1918: Boris Donskoy, Left SR assassin - 2018
- 1966: James French, fried - 2017
- 1916: Nazario Sauro, Italian patriot - 2016
- 1284: Tekuder, Mongol sultan - 2015
- 1792: William Winter, Elsdon Moor gibbet habitue - 2014
- 1932: Richard Johnson, great-grandfather of Craig Watkins - 2012
- 1888: Hugh Mottram Brooks, for the Trunk Murder - 2011
- Themed Set: Branded - 2011
- 1858: James Seale, on the heath with Thomas Hardy - 2010
- 1922: Joseph O'Sullivan and Reginald Dunne, helping spark the Irish Civil War - 2009
- 1862: Nueces Massacre - 2008
Entry Filed under: 20th Century,Capital Punishment,Common Criminals,Crime,Death Penalty,England,Execution,Hanged,History,Murder,Pelf,Serial Killers
Tags: 1940s, 1949, acid bath murderer, august 10, john haigh, sulfuric acid
He deserved to hang but should have been tortured severely and felt the fear that his victims felt
why hello there uncle 🙂
nice to know who my family are 🙂
Haig a few days prior to his execution requested a dress rehersal of the event as he did not want anything to go wrong. Request denied! Nothing ever went wrong with Albert Pierrepoints work.
its pronounced hay-g ., … he was a sociopath and a fool, & he thought he was above the law…& everybody else.. and a disgrace to the family ( emily haigh nee hudson and my great grandad were siblings),…. its only been over these last 10yrs that i have found out about his crimes/ being related , …. and i dont understand why he is still getting the publicity , looks like he got what he wanted tho to go down in history
I think it’s pronounced Hay, but I can’t swear to it.
I think his inclusion in the book has to do with the diabolical aspect of the murders and what he did with the bodies; and, like Theodore Bundy, he did not look the part. All of this made for odd viewing. A monster in a very nice suit, LOL!
Haigh was a monster, but he was NOT one of the world’s worst murderers. Not even close.
Does anyone know how his name is pronounced? Is it like high, or hay, or maybe hayg?
In the summer of 1972 I visited madame Tussauds in London. Towards the end of my tour, I came face-to-face with John George Haigh–or his identical wax figure–, and he was wearing the same suit Haigh had worn in the trial. I know it was the same suit, as I inquired of the management.
I had first learned of Haigh when I read the book, THE WORLD’S WORST MURDERERS, when I was but a lad of ten.