Con artists, charlatans, and people who sold what they didn't have.

A slim, asthmatic, French-speaking heir to a Hampshire baronetcy was lost off Rio in 1854; twelve years later a butcher from Wagga Wagga arrived at Tilbury weighing eighteen stone, unable to speak one word of French, and the family's old valet accepted him.

What do you do after selling the Eiffel Tower to a scrap dealer and getting away with it?

How did a blonde Frenchman convince 1700s London he was from Formosa?

He painted a sign over the back door reading THIS WAY TO THE EGRESS, and patrons walked through it expecting a beast.

What kind of master criminal steals a Gainsborough, then sleeps on top of her for twenty-five years?

What does a Soho safecracker have to do to get personally decorated by the Nazis?

A woman in a Manhattan parlor convinced the nineteenth century that Tibetan Masters were mailing her letters through the ceiling, and somehow we are all still speaking her language.

What happens when a wanted gem thief decides he's the right person to publish someone else's tall tales?

Joshua Norton declared himself Emperor, and San Francisco largely agreed.