The Hangman and William Palmer, Who Won

Good evening. This is Crime Classics. I am Thomas Highland with another true story of crime. Listen. William Palmer always did that when he walked past the tombstones in Roojley Cemetery. He ran his walking cane across the closely spaced tombstones as if they were a picket fence.

And he whistled a jotty tune as if he didn't have a murder in his heart. It might concern you a little if the tombstones were so near to one another. another. Well, it so happened that the path William Palmer took was through a section of the popular section, a segment devoted to the turning into dust of folk in the lowest

income bracket. William Palmer is using this path because it's a shortcut. He's anxious to see his sweetheart. He carries candy for her and poison for her husband. So tonight, my report to you on the Hangman and William Palmer.

Who won? Crime Classics. A new series of true crime stories from the records and newspapers of every land from every time. Your host each week, Mr. Thomas Highland, connoisseur of crime, student of violence, teller of murders.

Now once again, Mr. Thomas Highland. A word about Roochley England in 1854, it was about as large as Twickenham. Most of the people of Roochley toiled at Bladen's Brass Foundry, England's prime source of supply for ornamental doorknockers.

The Foundry is of Roochley, too, our famous as originators of the Clough and Ball design, later adapted as legs for bathtubs. The town itself, in its better sections, was spoken of as quite pretty. There was a heroic fountain in the center of the square, a statue of three abducted maidens of 1152, and to this fountain of a forenoon would come the wives of the town to nudge each