Black Museum-50-A Womans Pigskin Glove

This is Orson Welles speaking from London. In the Black Museum, the repository of death, the kind of museum. Here's here the grim stone structure on the Thames which I'll discuss. And yard is a warehouse of homicide.

One everyday objects, a cigarette lighter, a young girl's diary, a broken perembulator, All are touched by death. Consider your object and stitch softly to the gauntlet type of disc love. Disc love touched death. I found something, Inspector.

I see a glove. Ladies, gloves. Yes. Big skin. Very nice, too. I wonder, you spare this dainty object fit, a killer. And today that woman's glove can be found in the Black Museum. The panels 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 Wells. All the black museum starring Awesome Well Death, for example, is a pen. The ink crusted on its sharp point.

It looked poison-pencil. The words it wrote ripped Mallow's vitriol on human hearts. For his, a bullet. It for tender hand made to grace the costume of a twan I'll tell the gins. In Matthew, England, and the lovely countryside, a tea-time.

I just passed tea time. In fact, it was just past tea time that Mrs. Michael called. Have you seen Mr. Mary yet? No, no. It's known past tea time that he is cold. But no sense in making fresh, until we know that my granddaughter is coming.

Yes, ma'am. So, do you want to say for... Elizabeth was a good girl. Bit of the slavery type, perhaps, but a good girl. Obediently, she asked the operator for the number of the cottage where Mrs. Mary lived with her mother, Dorothy Fredericks, who was Mrs. Michael's daughter.