What I posted wasn't a photograph. It's an engraving from a photograph.
And I was wondering if this man, roped to a chair, looked to you like someone who had earlier placed a gun in his mouth and blown out his brains.
Do me a favour Simon.
I know it wasn't a photograph, which is my entire point.
It's sad to see you reduced to peddling nonsense of this sort. There was a judicial inquiry in Spain which concluded that Pigott committed suicide in the bedroom of his hotel room as he was being arrested by a Spanish police officer. The revolver was prised out of the fingers of his dead hand for chrissake!
All a good way of avoiding the questions I asked you, though, I suppose, and, indeed, of deflecting attention away from the complete lack of any evidence to support your spurious interpretation of events of 1888/9.
Capt. Linden, of Pinkerton's Detective Agency, a few days ago ran down in Philadelphia, Pa., a celebrated English forger named Thomas Barton. Barton is charged with committing forgeries aggregating $100.000. Detectives have been on the lookout for him for the past eighteen months. We are indebted for this picture courtesy of Mr "Bob" Pinkerton of this city.
National Police Gazette (New York, NY, United States), Saturday, February 9, 1889, Vol. LIII, Issue 595, p.6
Not to mention a post-mortem examination in Madrid:
"The doctors say the bullet penetrated the roof of the mouth, and, destroying the base of the skull, penetrated the lower part of the brain, injuring one lobe. It then emerged, causing terrible fractures of the skull." (Leicester Daily Mercury, 9 March 1889)
"The bullet penetrated his skull, a portion of which was shattered, the head presenting a terrible spectacle."
"I have myself seen the corpse," a correspondent telegraphed at ten o'clock on Saturday night, "and, although the face is horribly disfigured, it is undoubtedly that of the notorious forger."
"The Standard says it is able to confirm the statement that the suicide was Pigott. When arrested he took the situation calmly and threw the officers off the scent. With the excuse that he wished to get his overcoat, he retired to an alcove and there shot himself in the mouth with a revolver. He died instantly. His head was horribly disfigured."
An official statement reports that, "Pigott died instantaneously without a groan or a convulsion. After death the body looked like that of a strong, healthy man, sixty years old, rather stout, of florid complexion, very long and almost white beard, with hair rather darker, and very bald on the top of the head."