Of Scotland Yardxx-xx-xx 011 Murder At Moat House Farm

Murder at Mote House Palm. Sounds like a blood-taught melodrama, doesn't it? But it isn't. It's a title of this week's Facebook history from Scotland Yard. Murder at Mote House Palm headlined a London newspaper some 50 years ago, and pages and pages were devoted to telling the story.

I may remind you that newspapers were newspapers in those days and not two pages of bad news, but since the things you can't buy all can't afford. Mothouse Palm was a little bit of housing as he completely surrounded by a moat, as it were on an island.

Lonely and desolate. An ideal background for a writer of crime saw his impact. Locally, it was spoken of as creepy and fruitful as spooky nooks and corners. Even the house agents described the property as quaint, which was non-committal anyway.

It was to empty for years, but eventually a buyer did materialize. He was rather quaint himself and seems to have chosen the right setting. His name was Dougal, Mr. Samuel Dougal. Directed at ease with time, he put in hand extensive repairs, not races, the farm.

And while waiting for it to be made habitable, he engaged rooms nearby for himself and his wife at a Mrs. Wiscunden. Now, this is a true story about real people. But no blood-taught melodrama can open more realistically.

and on that tour, I mean, I think January, when Mr. and Mrs. Dougal arrived at the town of, and Mrs. Wichindon, that's right. I am Samuel Dougal. Good evening. And if I want to, you've got my dinner.

Oh, yes. Do come in, oh, what a terrible night. Just leave the luggage there, I'll see you straighten up. And this little doll, yes, I do have two words mine. He's very good and nice to be here.