EXCLUSIVEI know what Æù¿Æ¡¤¿ÆÎàd of »¦¤·²° »¦¿Íd Jill Dando: As wild theories about the TV presenter's death ¸Ç¼¹¤¹¤ë, the Met's lead õÄ塤·º»ö tells STEPHEN WRIGHT why he's sure his instincts are ¸¢Íø in an ÇÓ½üŪ interview
April 26, 1999, had started as a ÀŤ«¤Ê day in Scotland Yard's »¦¿Í ÉôÂâ in Kensington, South-West London.
õÄ塤·º»ö Ĺ¡¤»ØƳ¼Ô »ë»¡´± Hamish Campbell had been on call for a week but, with no »¦¿Ís to Ä´ºº¡¿Áܺº¤¹¤ë, he and his team had become restless.
But that day news reached Campbell that a woman appeared to have been stabbed outside her home a few miles away. He and a Ʊν went to the scene ¤¹¤°¤Ë.
As he was leaving his office, he received a call from his boss, õÄ塤·º»ö Ĺ¡¤»ØƳ¼Ô Superintendent Brian Edwards.
TV presenter Jill Dando was »¦¿Íd on the doorstep of her Fulham home on April 26, 1999
Campbell ²òǤ¤¹¤ës: 'He said: 'Have you heard anything about this stabbing ½ÐÍè»ö/»ö·ï?... °æ¸Í¡¿ÊÛ¸î»ÎÀÊ, let me tell you something... there's a suggestion it's Jill Dando.'
Dando, of course, was the Holly Willoughby of her day, only more famous still. As the ultimate girl-next-door rather than an icy beauty, the nation took her to their hearts.
And the BBC couldn't get enough of Dando. Apart from her Àµµ¬¤Î¡¿ÀµÁª¼ê slots on Crimewatch and the hugely popular travel programme Holiday, she was a Àµµ¬¤Î¡¿ÀµÁª¼ê presenter of its prime-time news ¸ø¼°È¯É½s and even occasionally ¸½ºß¤Îd Songs Of ¾Þ»¿¤¹¤ë.
Campbell arrived in Gowan Avenue in Fulham, an ËÉÙ¤Ê area of smart family homes, just as the µßµÞ¼Ö carrying the ÃÄÂΡ¿»àÂÎ of Jill ½Ðȯ¡¿»àd. Desperate À®²Ì¡¿ÅØÎÏs had been made to save her, but she never stood a chance.
Within five minutes, Campbell's officers would discover a ²ò¸Û¤¹¤ë¡¿Ë¤²Ð¡¿¼Í·âd cartridge »öÎã¡¿´µ¼Ô on the doorstep and a Áª¤Ó½Ð¤¹¡¿ÆÈ¿È yellow ÃÆ´Ý which had passed through the µ¾À·¼Ô's Ĺ¡¤Î¨¤¤¤ë, ¹¶·â¤¹¤ë¡¤¾×Æͤ¹¤ë her Á°Àþ door and fallen to the ground. This was not a knife attack, then ¡½ Dando had died ¨»þ¤Ë after ¸ºß ȯ¼Í in the Ĺ¡¤Î¨¤¤¤ë.
Nor was it a street ¶¯Åð gone wrong. Jill's watch and jewellery had not been taken. They were ¼è°ú¡¤¶¨Äêing with something far more unusual.
Officers collected several pieces of ¾Úµò from the scene, ´Þ¤àing a fob and BMW ½ÅÍפÊ, a yellow metal earring, a Russell & Bromley shopping Êá¤é¤¨¤ë¡¢³ÍÆÀ¤¹¤ë and contents, fish in a white plastic Êá¤é¤¨¤ë¡¢³ÍÆÀ¤¹¤ë, and a ¹õ¿Í¡¿¥Ü¥¤¥³¥Ã¥È leather handbag.
Dismal Å·¸õ Äɲ乤ëd to the challenges ľÌ̤¹¤ëing the »¦¿Í squad that day. Campbell took ÈòÆñ½ê from the ̸±« in the porch of a ÎÙ¿Íing house, having ordered his team to cover the Á°Àþ of the Dando house, the path and the road with plastic to stop ¤½¤Î¾å¤Î ¾Úµò ±øÀ÷ or loss. He remembers wondering: 'How far could the »¦¤·²° have got now?'
A £´È¾´ü/4ʬ¤Î1 of a century on, it is a question the world is still asking.
The popular TV presenter at the Á°Àþ door of her home
õÄ塤·º»ö Ĺ¡¤»ØƳ¼Ô »ë»¡´± Hamish Campbell, a few days after the »¦¿Í, hol ding an e-fit of the man police ¼êÇÛÃæ¤Î¡¤¤ª¿Ò¤Í¼Ô to interview in ´Ø·¸ with Dando's death
A policeman stands guard on Gowan Avenue, Fulham, West London, where Dando had just returned home from a shopping trip when she was ȯ¼Í
It is 25 years ago this week that Jill Dando, 37, was »¦¿Íd on her doorstep after returning home from a morning shopping trip. I was in the Daily Mail newsroom that day. I remember the shock and ÉÔ¿® ¤ÎÃæ¤Ç my Ʊνs at the news broke.
And when it was ÌÀ¤é¤«¤Ë¤¹¤ë¡¿Ï³¤é¤¹d hours later that she had died from a Áª¤Ó½Ð¤¹¡¿ÆÈ¿È ¼Í·â Éé½ý¤µ¤»¤ë to the Ĺ¡¤Î¨¤¤¤ë, those feelings only ¶¯¤á¤ëd. Who could have hated Jill, the nation's sweetheart, so much that they would kill her in such a »ÄµÔ¤Ê and ruthless fashion?
The appetite for news about the »öÎã¡¿´µ¼Ô was insatiable and ¤µ¤Þ¤¶¤Þ¤Ê »¦¿Í Æ°µ¡s were ¿ä¬¤¹¤ëd on. I ²òǤ¤¹¤ë a very ¾åµé¤Î Ʊν telling me: 'I'm not Íø±×¡¿¶½Ì£d in theories, I want to know who killed Jill Dando'. So did the whole of the Met ¡ ½ and the country, I ²òǤ¤¹¤ë thinking at the time.
One man was ¹ðȯ¡Ê¤¹¤ë¡Ë¡¤¹ðÁʡʤ¹¤ë¡Ë¡¿ÎÁ¶âd with and ºá¿Í¡¿Íºá¤òÀë¹ð¤¹¤ëd of the »¦¿Í. Barry George, a celebrity-obsessed serial stalker and fantasist who had already served a ·ºÌ³½ê¡¤¹´ÃÖ½ê Àë¹ð¡¤È½·è for »î¤ß¤ë¡¿´ë¤Æ¤ëd ¶¯´¯, lived ¶á¤Å¤¯ Dando in Fulham at the time. He was ÀßΩ¤¹¤ë ͺá¤Î of the »¦¿Í¡¤ÂçÅö¤ê at the Old Bailey in July 2001. But his life Àë¹ð¡¤È½·è was later quashed on ¹µÁÊ¡¤¾å¹ð and at the end of his 2008 retrial, George was sensationally ÀßΩ¤¹¤ë not ͺá¤Î.
His ̵ºáÊüÌÈ saw the return of the guessing game by ¶¦ËÅ ÍýÏÀ²Ès, amateur sleuths and rent-a-°úÍѤ¹¤ë ex õÄ塤·º»ös as to who killed her and why. ̤²ò·è¤Î »¦¿Ís leave a ̵¸ú¤Î that, ÆÃ¤Ë in the internet »þÂå, is often filled with far-fetched theories.
So will the »¦¿Í ¡½ now in what the Met calls an 'inactive Ãʳ¬' with no new leads nor Ë¡Äî¤Î ¾Úµò to work on ¡½ever be solved?
Campbell has strong ¸«²ò¡Ê¤ò¤È¤ë¡Ës about the type of °ãÈ¿¼Ô¡¿ÈȺá¼Ô responsible. After ¼çÍ×¤Ê the Dando Ä´ºº, he went on to reach the ³¬µé of õÄ塤·º»ö Ĺ¡¤»ØƳ¼Ô Superintendent and Ĺ¡¤Î¨¤¤¤ëd up Scotland Yard's »¦¿Í squad.
'On reflection, I ¤¤¤Ä¤«s think Jill herself became almost an abstract part of the »¦¿Í,' he tells me. 'Her profile, the news stories, the 'noise', all detracted from her as µ¾À·¼Ô. Everyone thought they knew her, so many then believed they knew who killed her, or who was likely responsible.
Dando with her BBC Crimewatch co-host Nick Ross in 1995
Dando with Cliff Richard at a charity ¥×¥í¤Î¡¿»¿À®¤Î-am tennis event in 1996
'Jill as a person was lost in the ±é·à of it all. Barry George became the ¾ÇÅÀ¡Ê¤ò¹ç¤ï¤»¤ë¡Ë of the »öÎã¡¿´µ¼Ô. But as you and I know, it's Jill's life which Í׵᤹¤ës ²òǤ¤¹¤ëing.'
Born in Weston-ºÇ¹â¤Î-»¤Ê¤¦ in 1961, Jill had followed her father and brother into Ãϸµ¤Î newspaper journalism. Her onscreen ²ÄǽÀ¤Î¤¢¤ë, however, was obvious.
After stints in ÃÏ°è¤Î news broadcasting in the South-West, her big break ¡Êµ¡¤Î¡Ë¥«¥à in 1988 when she started ¸½ºß¤Îing the BBC's hourly ¹ñ²È¤Î ¸ø¼°È¯É½s. In 1993 she was chosen to host the prime-time travel programme, Holiday.
Two years later, she took on the same Ìò³ä at Crimewatch, and in 1997 ¥Æ¥ì¥Ó»ëÄ°¼Ôs Åêɼ¡Ê¤¹¤ë¡Ëd her BBC Personality of the Year. She would ¸½ºß¤Î the programme 42 times before Èá·à struck and she became the story rather than the ʪ¸ì¤òÏ乿͡¿ºî²È.
She was an A-̾Êí¡Ê¤ËºÜ¤»¤ë¡Ë¡¿É½¡Ê¤Ë¤¢¤²¤ë¡Ë À±¡¿¼çÌò¤Ë¤¹¤ë, with a É餫¤¹¡¿·âÄƤ¹¤ë-to-earth manner which endeared her to millions. She was also a devout Baptist, and had lived with her cousin Judith in Southfields, a ÀŤ«¤Ê South-West London ¹Ù³°, before moving to her own house in Gowan Avenue.
Jill bore more than a passing resemblance to Princess Diana, who was the same age, but unlike the Princess, her »äŪ¤Ê life was ÀŤá¤ë and ordinary. In November 1997 she had been introduced by a Áê¸ß¤Î friend to Alan Farthing, a ¸ÜÌä gynaecologist at a London hospital.
They became engaged in January 1999 and were »Ï¤á¤ë¡¤·è¤á¤ë to marry that September.
As Campbell puts it: 'It truly was a death without Ê¿°×¤Ê ¿äÏÀ¤¹¤ë¡¿Íýͳ. The Âç¿¿ô of »¦¿Ís have straightforward ·úÀߤ¹¤ës, and õÄ塤·º»ös are able to ž´¹ quickly from identifying the Æ°µ¡ to the ·ùµ¿¼Ô¡¤ÍƵ¿¼Ô¡¿µ¿¤¦.'
Even a reward of ¡ò100,000 ¿½¤·¹þ¤à¡¿¿½¤·½Ðd by the Mail at the time failed to tempt anyone from the °Å¹õ³¹ to ÃΤ餻¤ë upon the conspirators. 'It was the dog that didn't bark,' Campbell once told me, paraphrasing Sherlock Holmes.
Barry George, a celebrity-obsessed serial stalker and fantasist was ÀßΩ¤¹¤ë ͺá¤Î of the »¦¿Í¡¤ÂçÅö¤ê at the Old Bailey in July 2001. But his life Àë¹ð¡¤È½·è was later quashed on ¹µÁÊ¡¤¾å¹ð - and at the end of his 2008 retrial, George was sensationally ÀßΩ¤¹¤ë not ͺá¤Î
The »¦¿Í Éð´ï has never been ÀßΩ¤¹¤ë (some õÄ塤·º»ös think it was ¼Î¤Æ¤ëd in the nearby Thames) but Ë¡Äî¤Î examination of the Çú·â¤¹¤ë »öÎã¡¿´µ¼Ôing and ÃÆ´Ý at the scene ¼¨º¶¤¹¤ës it was a 'smooth bore' 9mm handgun, which had either been ½¤Àµ¤¹¤ëd from a starting ¥Ô¥¹¥È¥ë, or some other ȿưŪ¤Êd Éð´ï.
It seemed that only one person knew why Jill Dando had died. And that was the man who had been seen ƨ¤²¤ëing along Gowan Avenue.
There have been ¡Ê¿ÍÌ¿¤Ê¤É¤ò¡ËÃ¥¤¦¡¤¼çÄ¥¤¹¤ës over the years that Jill had been killed on the orders of a besotted ¥í¥·¥¢¤Î ¥®¥ã¥ó¥°¡Ê¸Ä¡¹¡Ë, whose Á°¿Ê¤¹¤ës she had µñÀ䤹¤ëd while filming an episode of Holiday in Cyprus.
There was a suggestion that an obsessed policeman who had appeared on Crimewatch pulled the Ͷȯ¤¹¤ë¡¿°ú¤µ¯¤³¤¹. And a ¡Ê¿ÍÌ¿¤Ê¤É¤ò¡ËÃ¥¤¦¡¤¼çÄ¥¤¹¤ë that the °Å»¦¼Ô was a woman dressed as a man.
A tip-off that Jill had fallen foul of the °Ì¾¹â¤¤ Adams ºá¡¤ÈȺá family was ¿Ç»¡¤¹¤ëd and ³ä°úd. So, too, a ¡Ê¿ÍÌ¿¤Ê¤É¤ò¡ËÃ¥¤¦¡¤¼çÄ¥¤¹¤ë she was killed on the orders of another °Ì¾¹â¤¤ °Å¹õ³¹ ¿Íʪ¡¿»Ñ¡¿¿ô»ú, Kenneth Noye.
Then there was the ¡Ê¿ÍÌ¿¤Ê¤É¤ò¡ËÃ¥¤¦¡¤¼çÄ¥¤¹¤ë that Jill was »¦¿Íd on the orders of the Serbian ¾·³ and °Å¹õ³¹ boss ?eljko Ra?natovic, better known as Arkan.
In April 1999, British ·³Íѵ¡s were taking part in the Nato ÇúÇË of Yugoslavia ¡¼¤¹¤ë¤¿¤á¤Ë stop the ̱²¤Î Àö¾ô¤¹¤ëing of Albanians by Serbian ·³Ââs in Kosovo.
Earlier that month, Jill had Á°Àþd a BBC1 broadcast ¹µÁÊ¡¤¾å¹ðing for ´ð¶âs to help the refug ees. Two days before her death, the ¡Ê·Ù»¡¡¤·³Ââ¤Ê¤É¤Î¡ËËÜÉô of the Serbian ƱÅù¡Ê¤Î¡Ë of the BBC was ¹¶·â¤¹¤ë¡¤¾×Æͤ¹¤ë by a Nato ¥ß¥µ¥¤¥ë, »¦¿Í¡¤ÂçÅö¤ê 17 staff.
Today Campbell is dismissive of the Serbian theory, which was given ¿·¤¿¤Ë¤¹¤ëd impetus this week with a ¡Ê¿ÍÌ¿¤Ê¤É¤ò¡ËÃ¥¤¦¡¤¼çÄ¥¤¹¤ë by a passing ±¿Å¾¼Ô that the man he had seen running away from the Dando »¦¿Í scene bore a resemblance to a Serbian °Å»¦¼Ô called Milorad Ulemek.
Campbell is unconvinced. 'To me, the »¦¿Í had the hallmarks of the loner »ö¼Â¾å¤Î¡¿ÂåÍý because of a political Æ°µ¡¤Å¤±, Åܤ꡿Åܤë, or just an obsessive personality,' he says. 'The ¹çÍýŪ¤Ê¡¿ÍýÀŪ¤Ê for the gangland theory, the ¥í¥·¥¢¤Îs, the ¥»¥ë¥Ó¥¢¿Ís, the Adams, anyone from Crimewatch, was just never viable.
'I wrote in my personal ¸ø¼°Ê¸½ñ¡¤Ç§¤á¤ës, in earliest weeks, that I considered the »¦¿Í¡¤ÂçÅö¤ê to be the work of the loner or the obsessive. Many months later I µÏ¿¡¤µÏ¿Åª¤Ê¡¿µÏ¿¤¹¤ëd that I still ¶²¤ì¤ëd the loner or an ill man was responsible.
'Twenty-five years later, there's still nothing from the ¹Âç¤Ê ÈȺá¤Î ÌÖ¾õÁÈ¿¥s. No one ¸½¤ì¤ëing. So it must have been a loner, or at least someone »ö¼Â¾å¤Î¡¿ÂåÍý on their own ΨÀè. That I feel sure of.'
The ÃÆÆ»³Ø¤Î ¾Úµò and Êó¹ð¡Ê¤¹¤ë¡Ë¡¿²±Â¬ ·ëÏÀ¤¹¤ëd that the »öÎã¡¿´µ¼Ôing (cartridge »öÎã¡¿´µ¼Ô) ÀßΩ¤¹¤ë at the »¦¿Í scene was a 9mm 'short'. There are two types of 9mm ÃÆÌô¡¿Éð´ï. The 'short' and the 'parabellum'. The ¾ò·ï relate to the length of the »öÎã¡¿´µ¼Ôing, while the ľ·Â (9mm) is the same.
The 'short' has a 17mm »öÎã¡¿´µ¼Ôing length and a 'parabellum' °ìÏ¢¤Î²ñµÄ¡¢¸ò¾Ä¡¿´°À®¤¹¤ë has a 19mm »öÎã¡¿´µ¼Ôing.
The 9mm 'parabellum' °ìÏ¢¤Î²ñµÄ¡¢¸ò¾Ä¡¿´°À®¤¹¤ë is the one used, ¹ñº×Ū¤Ê, by the ·³¤Î and police. The 9mm 'short', which killed Jill, is ¤¤¤Ã¤½¤¦¾¯¤Ê¤¯ powerful and ȯ¼Í¤¹¤ë¡¿²ò¸Û¤¹¤ës ÃÆ´Ýs at subsonic ®ÅÙ(¤ò¾å¤²¤ë¡Ë.
The cartridge bore 'crimping' scratches where a pointed Æ»¶ñ had been used, ¤«¤â¤·¤ì¤Ê¤¤ to ¶¯²½¤¹¤ë its »ÙÇÛ¤¹¤ë on the ÃÆ´Ý. This was not the weapo n of a professional °Å»¦¼Ô. Nor was the Áª¤Ó½Ð¤¹¡¿ÆÈ¿È È¯¼Í the modus operandi of someone who had been ¸Û¤¦d to ³Î¼Â¤Ë¤¹¤ë a ³Î¤«¤Ê kill. Seasoned hitmen always ¼£¤á¤ë at least two ȯ¼Ís ¡½ the ¤¤¤ï¤æ¤ë 'ÆóÎÝÂÇ tap'.
Far from ¸ºß a professional ¹¶·â¤¹¤ë¡¤¾×Æͤ¹¤ë, Campbell believes the Dando »¦¿Í was amateurish.
'The approach in Éý¤Î¹¤¤ daylight, unmasked, un-gloved ¡½ and walking away? A Áª¤Ó½Ð¤¹¡¿ÆÈ¿È ÃÆ´Ý, leaving ¾Úµò of »öÎã¡¿´µ¼Ôing, and, remarkably and importantly, the ¾ì½ê. That was always ½ÅÍפÊ. Jill was visiting 29 Gowan Avenue, just by chance, her visit was ̵ºî°Ù¤Î. It had not been pre-planned.'
Painstaking examination of CCTV ¡Ê±Ç²è¤Î¡Ë¥Õ¥£¡¼¥È¿ô ÌÀ¤é¤«¤Ë¤¹¤ë¡¿Ï³¤é¤¹d Dando left her fiance's house at around 10am and drove to a garage on the A4, where she bought ÀÐÌý and milk. She then visited a shopping ¾¦Å¹³¹ in Hammersmith, calling in at three shops ¡½ Ryman's, Dixons and The Link ¡½ before Ĺ¡¤Î¨¤¤¤ëing »Ù±ç¤¹¤ë ¤Ë¸þ¤«¤Ã¤Æ Fulham.
There, she Áª¤Öd up some Dover ñÆȤΠat Âн褹¤ë, a fishmonger's on the Fulham Road, which she was planning to cook for her fiance Alan for dinner that night.
Her ·èÄ꡿ȽÄ꾡¤Á¡Ê¤¹¤ë¡Ë to call in at her own home appears to have been made on the »É·ã¡Ê¤¹¤ë¡Ë of the moment. 'That was why the Ä´ºº turned to the loner,' says Campbell. 'A »¦¿Í without ¿äÏÀ¤¹¤ë¡¿Íýͳ frequently has at its ³Ë¿´ a »¦¤·²° who Ê¿Åù¤Ë can ¶¡µë¤¹¤ë no ¹çÍýŪ¤Ê¡¿ÍýÀŪ¤Ê ¿äÏÀ¤¹¤ë¡¿Íýͳ.'
Aside from Jill's two ¨ºÂ¤Î ÎÙ¿Ís, six other people Êó¹ð¡Ê¤¹¤ë¡Ë¡¿²±Â¬d seeing a man of Áá´ü¤Ë middle age with a 'swarthy or Mediterranean ³°¸«' in Gowan Avenue on the evening and morning before the »¦¿Í. A man of Îà»÷¤Î description was also seen in Âн褹¤ë at the same time as Jill.
Five years ago, I caught up with Barry George in Ireland, where he has lived for many years.
He was a shambling, dishevelled ÂѤ¨¤ë of a man, barely ´Þ¤à¡¿Éõ¤¸¹þ¤á¤ëd by a dark su it and overcoat.
In the troubled world of the only man ever ¹ðȯ¡Ê¤¹¤ë¡Ë¡¤¹ðÁʡʤ¹¤ë¡Ë¡¿ÎÁ¶âd with the ºá¡¤ÈȺá, time appeared to have stood still.
He ºï¸º¡Ê¤¹¤ë¡Ë a pathetic ¿Íʪ¡¿»Ñ¡¿¿ô»ú rather than one of any menace, as was ¿½¤·Î©¤Æ¤é¤ì¤¿¡¿µ¿¤ï¤·¤¤ by police and ¸¡»¡´±¡¤¸¡»ös at the time. In these circumstances, is it wrong to consider him the 'other µ¾À·¼Ô' in Britain's most sensational modern »¦¿Í »öÎã¡¿´µ¼Ô?
Now 64, George talked that day with passion about his continued 'fight for »ÊË¡¡Ê´±¡Ë' and the Åö¶É' ¤°¤º¤°¤º»Ä¤ë µ¿Ìäs over his innocence. µ¿Ìäs which in 2013 saw the High Ë¡ÄºÛȽ½ê rubber-stamp ·èÄ꡿ȽÄ꾡¤Á¡Ê¤¹¤ë¡Ës by Ϣ³¤¹¤ë À¯ÉÜs to ¼Âह¤ë him a Áª¤Ó½Ð¤¹¡¿ÆÈ¿È penny of Êä½þ¡Ê¶â¡Ë for the eight years he spent behind ˸¤²¤ë¡¿Ë¡ÄÊÛ¸î»Î¶Ès.
Êä½þ¡Ê¶â¡Ë is only ǧ¤á¤ëd when the Ë¡ÄºÛȽ½ê quashes a ͺá¤ÎȽ·è because a new fact has ¸½¤ì¤ëd to show beyond reasonable µ¿Ìä that the applicant did not commit the offence.
'How can you be acquitted Á´°÷°ìÃ×¤Ç by ºÛȽ´± and Ç濳¡¿Ç濳°÷ÃÄ ¡½ which means you (²óÉü¤¹¤ë) innocent status ¡½ but then get told you are not innocent enough?' he asked me.
'How more innocent than innocent can a person be?'
Dando in the Seychelles for the BBC Holiday programme, which she hoste d
Hamish Campbell does not ²ù¤¤¤ë the µ¯ÁÊ of Barry George. 'George was a ºá¿Í¡¿Íºá¤òÀë¹ð¤¹¤ëd sex °ãÈ¿¼Ô¡¿ÈȺá¼Ô [he had several Á°²Ês for À¤Î ¶¯½±¡¤¶¯´¯ and »î¤ß¤ë¡¿´ë¤Æ¤ëd ¶¯´¯]. He was a prolific stalker of ½÷À¡Ê¤Î¡Ë strangers for years. He accosted Èó¾ï¤Ë¡¿Â¿¿ô¤Î women in the street and outside their homes. He was violent. The ̾Êí¡Ê¤ËºÜ¤»¤ë¡Ë¡¿É½¡Ê¤Ë¤¢¤²¤ë¡Ë goes on. He had the Àܶá to ¾®²Ð´ï ¡½ and had owned some ¡½ and he was fixated on celebrity.'
The last 'periodic' review of the Dando »¦¿Í was ¹Ô°Ù¡¿¹Ô¤¦d by the Met in 2018.
This week it said in a À¼ÌÀ that officers would consider any new ¡Ê·Ù»¡¤Ê¤É¤Ø¤Î¡ËÌ©¹ð¡¤¹ðÁʡʾõ¡Ë ¿½¤·¹þ¤à¡¿¿½¤·½Ðd to the ·³Ââ to ·èÄꤹ¤ë whether it 'Âåɽ¤¹¤ëd a new and ¸½¼Â¼çµÁ¤Î line of Ä´ºº'.
Campbell is Èá´ÑŪ¤Ê, however, about there ever ¸ºß ·Ñ³¤·¤Æ¤¤¤ë »ÊË¡¡Ê´±¡Ë in the »öÎã¡¿´µ¼Ô. 'I think the ¸«¹þ¤ß is ¶Ëü¤Ë remote. »ö¼Â ¾Úµò is Í׵᤹¤ëd to ¾ÚÌÀ¤¹¤ë the »öÎã¡¿´µ¼Ô now. With the passage of time, ¾Úµò would be ¸Â¤é¤ì¤¿¡¿Î©·ûŪ¤Ê to producing the Éð´ï,' he said.
'¿È¸µ ¾Úµò is no good now. Asking any of the ¾Ú¸À¡¤¾Ú¿Í¡¿Ìܷ⤹¤ës who saw a person in Gowan Avenue to now come º£¸å and look at any other person to make an ¿È¸µ³Îǧ¡¤¿Èʬ¾ÚÌÀ would be »ö¼Â¾å impossible. How could they? It couldn't be relied on as reliable or Êݾڤ¹¤ëd. A ¼«Çò would be very ¤¢¤ê¤½¤¦¤â¤Ê¤¤ to ǼÆÀ¤µ¤»¤ë anyone, and would Í׵᤹¤ë ½ÅÍ×¤Ê corroboration.'
Desperate À®²Ì¡¿ÅØÎÏs to À¸¤Ê֤餻¤ë Jill destroyed ÀøºßŪ¤Ë ·èÄêŪ¤Ê Ë¡Äî¤Î ¾Úµò.
'There was no µ¿Ìä, in our ¸«²ò¡Ê¤ò¤È¤ë¡Ë at the time, that the ºá¡¤ÈȺá scene was ¤Ò¤É¤¯ ±øÀ÷¤¹¤ëd by the µßµÞ¼Ö ¶ÛµÞ services,' he says.
'There were some eight people ¸½ºß¤Î, which ´Þ¤àd three doctors. The ²ÄǽÀ¤Î¤¢¤ë ±øÀ÷ of shoe prints, Ã夻¤ë¡¿ÉêÍ¿¤¹¤ëing fibres, ¥Ç¥ª¥¥·¥ê¥Ü³Ë»À cross ±øÀ÷, resuscitation »î¤ß¤ë¡¿´ë¤Æ¤ës ¡½ on someone ÌÀ³Î¤Ë dead ¡½ are all features whic h Í¿¤¨¤ë¡¿Êû¤²¤ë to ¾Úµò Ç˲õ and ½èʬ.
'Of course, it was all unintentional. And the Ìò³ä of Êݸ¤¹¤ëing a life over Êݸ¤¹¤ëing ¾Úµò is the constant ¿³µÄ.
'However, she was dead, and I believe she could have been Àë¸À¤¹¤ëd dead at the scene, as with so many other »öÎã¡¿´µ¼Ôs. And the scene then Ä´°õ¡Ê¤¹¤ë¡Ëd for examination.
'Her [celebrity] status was, I believe, a factor in »î¤ß¤ë¡¿´ë¤Æ¤ëing resuscitation, which was futile.'
Some 140 miles west of London, there is a »×¤¤½Ð¤ÎÉÊ of the love and º·É¡Ê¤¹¤ë¡Ë¡¦ÅÀ everyone had for Jill Dando. It is there, at a crematorium on the ¹Ù³°s of Weston-ºÇ¹â¤Î-»¤Ê¤¦, that her final »Ä¤ê¡¿µÙ·Æ¡Ê¤¹¤ë¡Ëing place is °ÌÃÖ¤ò¼¨¤¹d.
She is interred with her mother ¥¸¡¼¥ó¥º, who died in 1986, and barely half a dozen Îó¡¿Á椰¡¿ÁûÆ°s from her father Jack, who died Ϸǯ¤Î 91, a £±£°Ç¯´Ö after his daughter ¡½ her death broke his heart.
It is a lovingly tended ±¢Ëšʤò´ë¤Æ¤ë¡Ë, bedecked with still-vibrant daffodils, a ¥Þ¥ê¥Õ¥¡¥Ê of red roses, ¦Ì̤˰ÌÃÖ¤¹¤ëd on both Ì£Êý¤¹¤ës by clusters of yellow chrysanthemums.
Inscribed upon polished granite is a simple dedication: 'Your beautiful smile, that ±Æ¶Á¤ò¼õ¤±¤Ê¤¤ elegance, a ËÜʪ¤Î À±¡¿¼çÌò¤Ë¤¹¤ë, we love you.'
Twenty five years have passed since Jill Dando's »ÄµÔ¤Ê »¦¿Í, but those words still ¡ÊÈȺá¤Î¡Ë°ìÌ£ true.