Black Museum-44-The Straight Razor

in the grim stone structure on the Thames, which houses Scotland Yard. He's a warehouse of homicide, where everyday objects, picture frame, a wicked chair, telephone directory. Your object straight razor, perhaps your father, used one like this minded, straight teenage bit of steel, beautifully sharpened, and stropped, removal man's whiskers or...

Our most efficient fit of shape you, isn't it, Sergeant? Yes, Inspector, for its original purpose, as well as the other. Matter of fact, I use one exactly like it every morning. A grim sort, sergeants, a very grim sort.

Today, 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 Well.

Back museum starring Awesome Well. You should talk to me like this, Mr Wilson.

After all you are my employer. Very good darling. My name is Mary. And what if you are my Barbie in my establishment? If you'll only say yes, you shall be my wife. Mr. Well, Mary.

Oh, you can't mean that. And they're like you. Apparently he did want the likes of her. To all appearances Larry Wilson had fallen head over heels in love with Mabel Dill. Mabel Ditlin-Man, you've got to marry me.

I can't see you waiting on the customers, drawing hay, working with me every day. I can't and not have you all my wife. An interesting accent, hmm? Intriguing. Certainly to a susceptible young woman, that voice and that sheltered girl's Mabel was.

There's a letter from Mabel. Is there now? I should think it about time. Our daughter wrote to us. Oh, my goodness. Something wrong? Oh, yes, I know. Ridiculous. I can think of it wrong. Yes and no.