Black Museum-17-Glass Shards

This is Orson Wells speaking from London, the Black Museum. Here in the grim stone structure on the Thames, which houses Scotland Yard is a warehouse of homicide, where everyday objects are paperweight, a woolen muffler, an old-fashioned hat pin, a drinking glass, touched by a murder.

In your object you've seen such glass before in the upper panels of the doors of older houses, and perhaps the one in which you live. Let in more light, the only used to say. One man climbing to his old-fashioned apartment said to his son.

Hello, what's this? Glass from the landing? From the door, Dad. He looked like a Boston Channel fell out. Yes, and pretty jaggily. Be careful, son. Those shards are sharp. Well, today the glass shards 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 Orson Well.

Museum starring Orson Well. Try again.

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Well, good day ma'am. Good day. Hmm. That's a bit strange. There's no beacon garage in this neighborhood. Of course, this was not a neighborhood for garages and items of that sort. This was strictly residential.