The Shrapnelled Body of Charles Drew, Sr

Good evening. This is crime classics. I am Thomas Highland. I'm going to tell you another true crime story Listen The sound you hear is that of a man having his right hand hook filed It's Saturday night in London town and he wants to be gleaming and presentable The year is 1739 when a well-sharpened hook in London town was considered prudent and Captain Rat

That's R-A-T-T, besides being a drunkard, scoundrel and a smuggler, was a prudent man. The young man handling the file is named Charles Drew Jr., and he is performing this intimate little iron-monger because he needs a favor doubt.

Captain Rat can help him out. He can supply the youngster with an alibi, and Jr. badly needs work, for he has just shot his father dead. Tonight, my report to you on the shrapnel body of Charles Drew Sr.

Crime Classics, a new series of true crime stories taken from the records and newspapers of every land from every time. Your host each week, Mr. Thomas Hylen, on a sort of crime, student of violence, and teller of murders.

Now once again, Mr. Thomas Hylen. Here, as I've told you, is 1739, and the place? Long Melford in the County of Suffolk. Long Melford was a small, quiet town near London, and in it, a manor, and in the manor, a high-vaulted room of roaring fire, great shadows, and flying buttresses.

Directly beneath the buttress that flew toward the west, two men, father, son. Charles Drew Sr., Jr. Yes, Father. The time has come for you and I to have a talk. I'm grateful. There are things vexing me.

Perhaps what I have to tell you will answer your vexation. I'm very fortunate. I've tried to be a good father. Most excellent father. There's no one richer than you in Longrelford. This is what I want to talk with you about. I know. I've drawn my latest will. This.