Black Museum-04-The Black Gladstone Bag

This is Orson Welles, speaking from London, the Black Museum, a repository of death. Here in the Grimstone structure on the Thames, which houses guttied yard, is a warehouse of homodones, where everyday objects and a package of cigarettes, a length of string, a linen napkin, all untouched by murder, a blackstone bag is a familiar object. Every railroad train carries several inevitably useful, compact and expandable.

They always hold more than they seem, the perfect for vacations. Perfect also for... If you look inside, Inspector, just try the two halves apart and one end as I did. Yes, I see. All the objects to heaven are the least.

Not if one had every intention of disposing of them, Inspector. Today, that grand stone bag 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, the Black Museum. In just a moment you will hear the Black Museum starring Awesome Wells.

The Black Museum starring Awesome Wells. This book quite dream was sleepful within this room.

It's almost every instrument which of the Frau Deed called murder. You see it first marked Carmel on the neatly legged cards. So-and-so died by this instrument of the hands of so-and-so dated, so-forth. Your glance passes to the thing itself.

Oh, you think a notorious snapshot taking camera... ... yet within the blackness of his box the film registered two faces. A third person saw a print and from that recognition three people died... ... one by Hangman's rope.

Prior type. Well smoked. Purdle discolored the pleasure to a pipe smoker, but no pleasure to the man who inhaled hydrocyanic gas with his tobacco. Nor do killer traps by the pipe itself. Here we are, the Gladstone Bank.