How Supan Got the Hook Outside Bombay

Good evening. This is crime classics. I am Thomas Highland with another true story of crime. Listen That was a beaten iron bailing hook A native of India named Kanak just plunged it into a bale of cotton. It was his favorite tool He used it to plunge into logs when he needed logs. He used it to

to tear up the hard, sun-packed earth when he wanted to plant, and, might he hunter that he was, he used it to plunge into charging wild boars whenever he wanted to show the fellas how it was done.

And when Conock went to kill his brother, Superm, oh, this beaten, iron-bailing hook was a veritable, handy home workshop. So tonight, my report to you on how Supan got the hook outside Bombay. Crime Classics.

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I would like to address a few pertinent remarks to those of you who may never have been in South Kankan Province, India.

It lies a thwart the Western Gats and the Arabian Sea. In 1856, the time that concerns us, the province claimed many more vultures than it does now. It was a place of contrasts, of beggars and marble temples, of haveldars and pakasabs, of monsoon and searing sun, barren fields, jackals, pomegranates, cobra, Englishmen, fuckers, unveiled maidens, and life and death. Now they're lived in this section of the country

to brothers whose names were Kanak and Supan, and on an early April evening, they were consoling each other. Weep not for our dead father. That was Kanak tall and well formed of sinew, and who could not bring himself to cry over his dead father? No, I shall not. For he was a good man and gentle, and he goes to