Black Museum-09-The Car Tire

This is Orson Wells speaking from London Repository of death Here at the grim stone structure on the Thames which houses Scotland Yard is a warehouse of homicide Where everyday objects a pin the garden hose a handbag All are touched by murder Here's a car tire There were three others all attached to a sedan they were removed

Great scoff and spectre. For those vandals they've lived stripped the car of everything. Even the four tyres are... Does nothing left except evidence. Now today, one of those tyres, the one that became a vital clue in the case, can be seen in the Black Museum.

From the annals of the Criminal Investigation Department of the London Police, Police, we bring you the dramatic stories of the crimes recorded by the objects in Scotland Yard's Gallery of Death, the Black Museum. Well, here we are in the Black Museum.

Scotland Yard's Museum of Murder, realized death. On the shelves, around the walls, death, in many disguises. Here's a length of electric wiring. The protective insulation has been stripped away. The man touched it, and he died.

Jory found his murder. His card. Invitation to a party. The invitation was accepted. Death was the end of that. Here's the tire. It's an ordinary car tire. Once it belonged to a sedan that stood in the garage at South Inn.

On a certain night, some years ago, two men entered the garage quietly. After first forcing the lock. There we are, Ted. Good work, Gary. Look at her. Ben's poking you. And she's ours once we get her out of the garage.

All right, quietly, does it? I'll take off the brake. We'll push her out in the street. And down the road a bit. Okay, I'm ready. The object of this stealthy midnight visit was a new car.