Black Museum-42-The Small White Boxes

This is Orson Welles, speaking from London. The black is here. Here, in the grimstone structure on the Thames, which houses cut in the yard is a warehouse of homicide. A warehouse where everyday objects, a woman's necklace, a pair of spectacles, an iron and ladle, all are touched by murder now.

Small white boxes, half a million objects. They might have contained sleeping pills or a mild sedative or just aspirin. But now they contain arsenic, comparatively tasteless, isn't it, Inspector? Yes, sir. The mud that I've coated on that, obviously.

Nasty way to die. And the foxes, they look so well innocent. Today those white boxes can be seen in a place of special honor 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 Well. The black museum starring Awesome Well. It's a shame so very neatly as the evidence of man's rages of woman's cruelty.

The rogue beast who lies waiting just beneath of the near of civilization. Waiting to kill. Here lies death. Here death seems deliberate, murder almost moderate. Here in the act we inquire, one is expected to remiten.

or amid an orgy of violence. Expressed so calmly by ordinary objects. The filing spike was created for the piercing of papers to maintain order in the son of the clerk's desk, not for the purpose to which this spike was put.

The piercing of the neck, the base of the skull. Another brain conjoined with a spinal column. Yeah, here we are. The white boxes, a little bit yellowed with age, a neat spidery penmanship on the tiny labels fading now.