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This is Orson Wells, speaking from London. The Black Museum. The Repository of Death. He has here in the Grimstone structure on the Thames, which houses Scotland Yard, is a warehouse of homicide, where everyday objects are skilled as screwdriver of photograph, all are touched by murder.

Here's a 22-caliber pistol. It's a familiar object. You've seen one or it's pictured, you never touched one. touched one, an elegant little weapon, blue steel, mother of pearl in laid grip, beautiful in its dainty, snubnosed wickedness.

A lady's weapon, wouldn't you say pepper? Looks as if it wouldn't harm a fly. Pretty in its way, Inspector. Pretty and dangerous. There ought to be a law forbidding the manufacture of these toys. Every one of them is capable of death.

But today, this little blue 22 can be found among the exhibits 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 Orson Welles. The Black Museum starring Awesome Wells. The Black Museum.

Scotland Yards, Museum of Murder. It's an impressive place. The kind of echoing awe which comes from a vaulted ceiling and sombolating. Weird, fantastic. Well the harsh, real fantasy that comes with murder. Here lies death.

And so neatly. Each object placarded with a small white card labeled with black lettering name, place, state, disposition of the case. Here's an odd-looking ashtray, soapstone. It's carved rather nicely with a crouching figure of a woman.

Something decorative for your living room, but observe closely now the red-brown stain on the rim. Left off the tray, hold it by the figure of the woman. Whereas it's comfortable in your hand and suddenly this is a weapon.