The Man Who Murdered in Public AFRS Myst Phs

The muckop plug of Scotland Yard knew that all those drownings were not accidents and no evidence. It was an easy way for a man to make a living, murder his rights and collecting insurance. Yes, I said why, but I was more than one murder.

Hello, crease. This is Peter Lauren, with an invitation to join us at the mystery playhouse. Tonight I bring your story by Roy Vickers. The unusual tale of a man who first murdered in rage and all the witnesses hoired was an accident.

Then he murdered Coles, deliberately, and each time the victim was his own wife. Listen then, too. The man who murdered in public. The story of the murder stopped from the afternoon of June 5th, 1920. George McCartney was celebrating his twenty-first birthday with a stroll and he'll pick him apart. When he caught sight of a young girl named Elsie Mette on one of

the park benches, Elsie'd been a servant in the McCartney home five years before. George wasn't likely to have forgotten that. Elsie, that's the ice, say. Imagine meeting you here. Why, it's Master George. Oh, oh, do it, excuse me.

Calling you that when I ought to find this in my apartment. Ha ha ha. Let's just leave it at George, shall we? Mm, I changed Elsie. Well, it's been five years since you've crossed me.

It was the back of a clothes brush and called me an ugly little brook. Oh, no, really, George. Oh, I was afraid of you, Elsie. He looks so dreadfully muscular. Now you're rather pink and white.

Well, you're, you're nice. Thank you, George. That's cause I'm taking all our time before I look back for another job. Tell me, George, what have you been doing? Well, I left Cambridge by request. Oh.