Black Museum-12-The Door Key

This is Orson Welles, speaking from London. Here in the Grimstone structure on the Thames, which houses Scotland Yard, is a warehouse full of souvenirs, where everyday objects, a skipping rope, a glass, an iron, a stepladder, all are touched by murder.

You take this key. This was on the floor beside the potty, sir. A door key. The kind that fits only one lock. But who's? Perhaps the murderer, sir. Today this key can be seen. In the Black Museum.

From the annals of the Criminal Investigation Department of the London Police, we bring you the dramatic stories of the crimes recorded by the objects in Scotland Yard's Gallery of Death. death, the Black Museum. In just a moment you will hear the Black Museum starring Orson Welles. Starring Orson Welles. The Black Museum, Scotland Yard's Museum of

Murder. Here lies death, arranged neatly on the shelves and tables open to your of you. Now, here's a spoon. It's a simple household spoon. Our murderer was meticulous with this. He measured out a careful dose of poison. That ore up there on the wall. That was used by the stroke of a famous rowing-aid at Henley. Later it was used in anger, swung

at a man who stood on the edge of a pier, stunning him. The man drowned in the Thames very quickly. Here we are. Here's the key. An ordinary key. The kind used open most of the front doors in London.

Once this key was in the pocket of a man. I was waiting for another in his room at the Kingsley Arms Hotel in Surrey. Regan? Oh, I'm sorry. Excuse me, sir. I'll just turn the bed down. Certainly. I'm waiting for Mr. Regan.