Of Scotland Yardxx-xx-xx xxx Bankof England Robbery

in the secrets of Scotland Yard. How do you know? Is there such a thing as the perfect crime? If so, it's no place in this program. The work concerned with the majority of crimes, the imperfect ones.

And yet, every so often, there comes a crime so very near to perfection, that the criminals themselves must have believed at one stage of the game, that they would really get away with it. And yet, invariably, they were wrong.

such as our case today, a classic in the animals of the Trixtus. You've heard the expression safe of the Bank of England. For more of a century, that expression has signified the stability of a great British institution.

Stability, yes. Such invulnerable. The title of this program is the Bank of England Robbery. From an island site in the heart of the city of London, is the home of the old lady of Fred Needle Street.

This is the affectionate name by which the Bank of England is known the world over. Her turn walls are guarded at night by a company of guardsmen, and her gold and good name are guarded by day by the vigil of the clocks and managers.

This is true today, and it was equally true almost 100 years ago. Time is the year 1873. So, in a long-earth city street in the summer of that year, two men. One is an inspector from Scotland Yard.

The other is a famous American detective Arthur Pinkerton. It was over in England at the time, in connection with some investigations for one of his American clients. Oh, a beautiful day, Inspector Shaw. Oh, yeah, for the Pinkerton you've certainly brought the fine weather with you.