Black Museum-23-The Leather Bag

This is Orson Welles speaking from London The Black Museum Here in the Grimstone structure on the Thames which houses Scott and Yard is a warehouse of homicide A warehouse where everyday objects or a photograph record a desk pad a flashlight all are touched by murder their object of a doctor carries a bag like this

or a bank messenger payroll clerk need compact lights. That's the kind of thing that carried the way to death. You know, Sergeant, I like to think of all our cases as wrapped up meeting a bag like this.

One package. I know what you mean, Inspector. This case now. It should have been open and shut. Like that. Today, that leather bag. 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 Well. Mmm! Museum starring Orson Well.

The mausoleum of murder. It's by now familiar place, at least to me. The vaulted ceiling with its sinister shadows, the stone floor, The endless shills, the wooden cabinets, plain white labels, and the sound of revelry.

One fingerprint on this spun brass and from it, the web was spun which brought a killer to his Justin proper end. A revolver designed for death. Given that of Russian roulette or death by chance, there was no chance in the game where this revolver was used.

The victim was picked. The murder was deliberate. Ha, a leather bag. Part of a puzzle. A jigsaw puzzle involving life and death and greed, which was never quite completed. A puzzle which began in the railroad yard at almost a cold district or a Newcastle.