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in his past, because she could never be comfortable with a normal man, the best he could come up with was mutual masturbation with a boy when he was seventeen. (“That must have been a disappointment,” murmured someone in court.) He wondered whether she might be a journalist in disguise, but he was by this time so bewitched by her that he would do anything to keep the relationship going, especially since she held out the prospect of meeting and, eventually, settling down together. The tenor of his replies was often domestic, romantic, hopeful. He spoke of redecorating his flat and of their cooking dinner together. But she wanted more pornography, so he supplied it rather than lose her. At one point he showed apprehension about the effect his stories might have. “Don’t worry,” he wrote. “No harm will come to you. I don’t want to upset you.” Prosecuting counsel John Nutting said this demonstrated that he was anxious not to go too far. More likely, surely, that he did not know how far to go. A psychotic fantasist has no such scruples, because he is indifferent to and ignorant of the effect of his imaginings. Nor, and this is very important, does he share them with anyone else. It could be argued that Stagg effectively excluded himself as a suspect by divulging these fantasies. “I now have some idea of what you want,” he wrote before one exotic tale.
    After five months, the undercover operation had got nowhere. Colin Stagg simply was not matching up to expectations, was not delivering according to the theoretic “profile”. WPC James, knowing that he was hard up, offered him money, but he would not accept. She promised they would go on holiday together, at the same time making it clear that he was not all that she had hoped for. If he wanted her, he must come up to her level. She introduced the theme of hurting people, not in fiction but in fact, inviting him to respond. “I do not understand,” he wrote. “Do you mean physically, mentally, or emotionally? I lead a very quiet life.” She then hinted at a dark secret. “Can you imagine what I have done?” she asked, to which he made the obtuse reply, “You haven’t given me any real clues. What do you mean?”
    The policewoman finally went to the point, saying that she had participated in a ritual murder and had personally cut the throat of a young woman and her child, after which she had had the best sexual experience of her life. He decided to match this by confessing to a murder in the New Forest with his cousin when he was thirteen years old. As everyone in court subsequently agreed, this was an invention; no such event had occurred. They talked about the killing of Rachel Nickell, and he admitted that thinking about it turned him on. He liked the idea of the knife. It looked as if the investigation was getting closer to its aim. She intimated that it would be “great” if he had done it, and “I wish you had”. He would then be worthy of her, and they could live together for ever. “It wouldn’t matter to me if you had murdered her. I’m not bothered,” she wrote. “If I didn’t like you so much I could lie to you and say I did do it, just to keep you,” he said. Mr Justice Ognall intervened to point out that this would seem to indicate that he would not confess despite the most powerful inducement.
    Colin Stagg and “Lizzie” met four times. They continued to discuss Rachel’s murder, which he described inaccurately. He said she had been raped. She had not. He misidentified where she had been found. And on their last encounter, he described the position of her body, with a crucial detail relating to the position of her hands which, though still inaccurate, the police construed as a confession. It had taken seven months. The next time the two met, “Lizzie” was in her true colours, in uniform. The judge commented wrily that this must have been a traumatic experience for them both.
    The Crown admitted that the operation had