The Killing Story of William Corder and the Farmer's Daughter (AFRTS) (195

Good evening. This is crime classics. I am Thomas Highland with another true story of crime listen That's a cricket a Suffolk County cricket and he's chirping away at a merry pace. Therefore. He's a male cricket Four among crickets only this sex can chirp At the present moment this particular fellow happens to be in a haloft in an English barn

The year is 1827 and it's spring and it's evening and it's warm. And if you're going to be a cricket, now is the time for the hay-lives sleep against your antenna. Oh my yes, dead cricket.

120 pounds of country girl, just fell on him. Girl's name, Mariah Martin, and she was a deadweight. So tonight, my report to you on the killing story of William Carter and the farmer's daughter. Crime classics. A 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 and teller of murders. Now, once again, Mr. Thomas Hyland. In 1827 was between periods.

A decade before Napoleon had met his Waterloo. And a decade later, Victoria was to sit on the throne. The true in this year, which concerns us, the country was briefly stunned by the affair La vire, which almost cost England the continents of Australia, until cooler heads and more honest bookkeeping prevailed.

And when the shuttering was done and normalcy returned, people returned to normal pursuits, which included the young folk. For instance, Mariah Martin, a giggler, 5'2", 120 pounds, pretty, dimure, and the most fuckable chin and pulse dead.

chin-jucking was being done by William Carter. Moir. Pinklin. Pinklin, Moir. Oh, you're the one William you are. Why sober, Pinklin? Oh, God. Yes, you be. Ah, and sweets, melon you are too. Oh, did they?