Of Scotland Yardxx-xx-xx xxx Black Market Murder

is Clive Brooke. And what a strange paradox it is, isn't it, Bessie, that while a terrible fact of war itself invariably brings out the best in men. The blessing of the peace that followed it so often reveals the way. It is a paradox, Clive, and a tragic one. And I don't suppose that any war in history is left behind such a scum of crime. They've been

there almost the last one. And London was perhaps of also the least the most affected. Into London in the warriors that fought men of all nations. But unfortunately, not all of these were men of good will.

Hundreds of thousands returned to their homes, but some remained. And our story confirmed that more group of beasts. It is set in the London of 1945. A London still dazed by the fact of peace.

A London will lead from the threat of bombing, but this set with shortages. A London which was giving asylum to many strange gentry The war thriving and growing fat on an increasing black market. Strange smatches of dialogue could be heard in the back streets of Soho.

In the shady cafes and night dives, where hundreds of deserters from all nations mixed in with the existing criminal population of the great city. In the herechoke? Hornet table in the back room. Oh, I threw it.

You with him, soldier? Yes, I'm with him. Go ahead, then. So what is this? Who's this Polish guy? Is he on the level? Go on in, soldier. I mind my business to mince the eye for you.

Cameras is all very well. What is it all very well? Occupation marks is all very well. And who got a pistol to solve it? Now soldier, OK, as you can get, huh? Yes, so what kind of a record is this?