Of Scotland Yardxx-xx-xx xxx Henry Fauntleroy

It's 6.30 and time to return to the good old days of radio drama as we present the secrets of Scotland Yard. The town, Belvatine, new, british and jacket, with a big white lace colour and golden curls hanging over his shoulders.

That innocence and rather obnoxious infant hero of 19th century fiction, little Lord. Then may Uncle Roy with a very different kind of addition. It's true he was born a gentleman. He said in third edition says, from a natural son of the captive King John of Tran, once came the name, an angry-sized version of law form, le wa.

It's true truth that in childhood and adolescence, he let a citizen gently light in the something of a mother's boy, but there is a resemblance then. Little law of pontroloy would never, I'm sure, have descended to poetry.

Even if he had an optical idea, then, he stated his crime under scabbal. But until 130 years ago, we must remember, in better than forgery, the hanging matters in England, who an institution which became known as the Burnet Creek Bank was established in the London Caraport of that name.

It was run in partnership by Sir James Sibild and Mrs. Deshauste, Stacey and William Marsh. But since none of these gentlemen had any head for a command, they entrusted the active control to one William Puntaroy.

And the Puntaroy's guidance to the bank was at several financial storms in its first 15 years. Indeed, so able with he, that the other time, to the day, we say he collects regular dividends, and mowed out after a silent prayer of thanks for the ability and business acumen of the hard working partner.