The Black Museum - The Babys Jacket

0:00It's a thought in Wales, speaking from London. From the Black Museum, a museum of death. The ass here in the grimstone structure on the Thames, which houses Scott and Yards, is a warehouse of homicide. A warehouse where everyday objects, a paper waste of broken wine bottle, a shady lamp, or a touch by murder. Take it, Jackets. Well, in hand, it is a baby's garment dusty with age, and only half complete it. Sleeves are missing in specre, and it still has to be stitched up. Yes, it's rather pathetic, doesn't it, Sergeant? It does, sir? Yes, but it's better be a tissue case.

1:00Probably the needing it to fall on. Today, that jacket, sleeveless and unsit, 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 reported by the objects in Scott and Yards' gallery of death. The Black Museum. In just a moment you will hear the Black Museum starring Oslyn Wells. Now the Black Museum starring Oslyn Wells.

2:19Here we are in the Black Museum. Scott and Yards use the aim of murder. Here lies Jackets dressed in its Sunday best. Here for example, the nail file. There's once used by a manicure a superb adagey thing in the Elves of a beautiful woman. Later used by an insane killer. Here the leg of court, weighted with lead, which either ends, hummus and up to look at. But lethal in its effect is a weapon of murder. Ah, here we are, Mr. Jackets. Markles and duct tape. Somewhat inconspicuous to explain on the shelf. A tragic relic of passion and violence. I'm going to take you back quite a few years to a warm Sunday morning in June of the year 1921. We're outside a small chapel in the London suburb of Kentville Riles.

3:20The service is not long-end it and the congregation filed solid com with the announcements of brilliant sunshine. A young girl emerges, way of still few friends gathered near the entrance in turns along the dusty yellow road in the direction of the township. She's gone to have a block. But she hears an unfamiliar voice calling out to her. Miss... She turns and finds herself face to face with a man she's never seen before. A stalky, broad-shouldered young man with a round face and black, penetrating eyes. I beg of you, Mr. Jackets, I think you'll drop this. Oh, oh, oh, my him. It is yours then. Oh, yes. I wasn't quite sure. Thanks, you're the same. Oh, that's all right. I don't know what I'd have done if I'd lost it. Mother, never forgiven me. She gave it to me. It's my 12th year. I've had it ever since. And in that case, it's a good thing I happen to be looking your way. It was certainly him. Well, I'm a bit off. Thanks, you again.

4:20You're going towards the village. Yes. I live on the other side of the rise. I'm going that way myself. Perhaps you will be able to see me. I live on the other side of the rise. I'm going that way myself. Perhaps you wouldn't mind my walking with you. Not at all. It's funny, I thought I knew most of the folks about these parts. But I never remember seeing you before. Well, that's not surprising. I've been new to come at a cancel rise. I've only been here a few days. Oh, that explains it. Yes, I've been transferred to the bank here. Oh, you expect me to stay long? No longer than I can help. I'm trying to save enough money to buy a chicken farm. A chicken farm? I probably tried to be a career ambition. I've always wanted one. Ever since I was a youngster. I've even got a small piece of land picked out. Half an acre of Cobra in Sussex. Cobra? I was a friend who lived there. On the land? Yes, it's a wonderful spot. I stayed there for a week once and left every minute of it. Oh, then you probably did more about the place than I did. Why haven't you just passed through it? That's when I saw the land for sale. How long ago was that?

5:21About six or seven months. What had it been so long in the meantime? No, that's hardly likely. You see, I suppose it's the agent. He's held music already, been up to sale two years, and looked like saying that we're here for the next chance. Oh, I see. Earlier, he knew what he was talking about. But you walked on in silence for several moments. And suddenly the young man laughed. I say, I'll be walking along, telling you my inverse secrets, and I haven't even introduced myself. I was just about to say the same thing. Well, the name is Lou. Cheva Lou. And mine's even rose. Did everyone cause me EVI? And that's how it all began. A romance destined to flow with all of you dear, young love, only to weather and die tragic death. But that is not anticipated. Let us follow the course of that romance, or rather, let us pick up a more pertinent of its development. After that first meeting, Trevor Moon and Evie Rose

6:21spent most of their time in each other's company. For twelve months, they were rarely seen apart. And then one evening, while strolling in the moonlight, Moon asked Evie to marry him. I haven't much to offer you a dying, and we're apart from what I put aside from the far-knight. No matter, but if there is such a thing as love, I really hold a victim, Jason. Oh, who, Trevor? Darling. You're sure it's what you want? My idea is EVI, if it wasn't, I wouldn't have asked you. No, no. I suppose you would. It's just that... Just the plot. Well, I wasn't expecting it. You took me unaware. That was quite truthful, darling. I took myself unaware as true. You have to be aware of the attack. To be on up to the next question. Come, come, come.

7:22Of course I'll marry you. Just as soon as you want it to. But Moon was in no hurry. The contrary, he was the type who could not be hustles and a further twelve months passed, during which time he remained as devoted as ever, that appeared singularly reluctant to take the proverbial plunge, EVI, on the other hand, became more impatient as the days went by, and when informed by her suitor that he had his last saved enough money to leave the bank and purchase his precious chicken farm in Sussex, a remoteions gave them to worry. Oh, Trevor, who's so tired of all this waiting? How much longer will we go in like this? Just a few months, darling. Jill, I get the farm straightened as in ready for business. But my copy, me bad, it's right away, that I could help you straighten things out. Just darling by being just a little more patient. For the moment I get things in order down to curb our eyeless state for you, let's a promise. So EVI had to consent to go on waiting. Two weeks later matters having been settled. Moon, busy sweet hours of farm farewell and left for Sussex.

8:25A month passed. And no word from him. EVI had done a best to be patient as he advised, but this was too much. Backing a bagch took a train for Cobra-Roo and upon reaching a destination, checked in at the local inn. But she made inquiries as to the location of the moon property. Within the hour she was knocking at the door of a small shack on the outskirts of the village. EVI! Trevor, darling, she's out behind her with me. I had to see you at the... How did you get there? I had to come, darling. It's hard waiting another day out of... out of my mind. It's been... You're coming to say, yeah, I realize that. All right. I thought I'd stay at the hotel. No. She'll be fine. You're catching the next train back home. The brownie. I'll walk rid of the station. No, Trevor. No, I'm not going. You're not going? I'm staying in Cobra. Tell where that is.

9:26I see. And if I happen to decide against going through with it... I'm afraid you haven't... haven't any alternative, Trevor. Why? You see, I'm going to have a child. Your child? Well, you're better spared. The scene changes. Just three months later, within the office of the Cobra Police Station, Constable's Harris and Vernon for playing checkers. Oh, didn't she, that one's coming? You're playing for that award, huh? Put me in a bit of a shot. Hey, does that award right enough? I'll get it. No sense he moves one of that ten, neither. As you thought, whoa. Well, it wouldn't be the first time.

10:26Trevor, please, Tyson. Constable Harris, please. Was that? Yes. Yes. Hold it a tick while I get my nose open. Take down a few particulars. Now, what name was it again? Rouse. Mrs. Lena Rouse. Yeah, and the missing girl. daughter. Evelyn. No, that Evely. Address? 14 miles from parade, cancel rise. Yes. How long has your daughter been going, Mrs. Rose? Hmm. Hmm. Instead of you mourning, I see. Hmm, yes. Well, let's you do with the present, Mrs. Rose. You'll be hearing from us. Yes, yes, yes. Good night, ma'am.

11:26Flubble. Oh, nothing at one, Kate. Now the missing girl lets all, but Constable Harris was in error. It was not simply a case of another missing girl who disappeared for a few days. It was a case of a missing girl who disappeared for good. Today, evidence of that fact could be seen here in the Black Museum. In just a moment, we will continue with the Black Museum, starring Austin Wells. And now we continue with the Black Museum, starring Austin Wells. Just another missing girl. Yes, that's how the report is disappearing to B.B. Rose was first described.

12:29I think particularly unusual about such a report, almost every day of the week, someone or other banishes without any apparent reason or cause to show up again in due course for perfectly simple explanation for the supposedly mysterious absence. But of course, there's always the exception. Just why the police waste as little time as possible and checking up on such matters. So it was that the following day Mrs. Lena Rose received a visit from Sergeant Cross at the Cobra Police Station. Now, then, Mrs. Rose, let's get the facts straight, shall we? According to this report, your daughter left home early on Saturday morning. That's right, Sergeant. Two days ago, she told us she was going out of Cobra for the day. Cobra? Yes, she said she was expecting to eat this lunch on Saturday. She didn't arrive. Hmm. Was she in the habit of visiting her often? No. Several weeks ago, she went down to see how he was getting along. That was the only time. She returns the same day. That's in time to tea. I come to think of it, just about that time.

13:31I'm not sure if she's going to be able to eat this lunch. I'm not sure if she's going to be able to eat this lunch. I come to think of it, just about that time. She changed, so. Change? Yes. If you used to be such a happy source of girl, you know, who was laughing in Joaquin? Then suddenly she became noobdy. Cello. So, is there something worth worrying her? Something she couldn't speak of, even to me. There's no idea what it could have been, thus far. Well, perhaps I shouldn't tell you this, but I had a feeling that it was something to do with Trevor. Trevor? Trevor knew in her fiancee. Oh. What kind of something, Mrs. Rose? Well, that's what's terribly powerful. I just can't imagine Trevor was such a nice boy and so fond of the baby. I'm quite sure he wouldn't have gone or said anything to hurt her. We're not in tension, there that is. How long has there been a keeping company?

14:31About two and a half years. As long as that, eh? And where was it to be married? I'm not sure, Sergeant. As far as I know, they haven't actually set a date. They see. Well, I think I might pop down the crow, but I don't have a checklist, Mr. Moon. He may be able to tell me something. Thanks for your help, Mrs. Rose, and don't worry. We'll find your daughter. You'll probably be heading for me again in an air-tune. With an encouraging smile, Sergeant Cross took his leave of the anxious mother and said out for the railway station, a thoughtful expression clouding his wrinkle brow. His same expression was still presently, stepped from the train onto the platform at Cobra, and headed along the lonely lane that led to the moon-shaking farm. The gate was open and seeing no one about. The need is way up to the front door of the shack, isn't it? Yes, Mr. Moon? That's right. Sergeant Cross, try one of your good-spare fuel mothers here, Sergeant. Fire all means, Sergeant, come right in.

15:34The place is in a bit of a mess, I'm afraid. That's all right. Fire, sit down, Roger. Thanks. I suppose you know why I'm here. Well, I have a fair idea. It's about EV rows, isn't it? Yes. Still near a sign of her? I'm afraid not. There are just a few questions I'd like to ask you, Mr. Moon. The room to understand nothing more? Of course. I've just come from the council rise. I've been talking to Mrs. Rose who gave me full of details. I suppose she's only a sight of her mind with worry. Well, under the circumstances, I think she's taken it very well. I understand the two in the missing girl and engaged to be married. That's her. And that she was on her way down here to visit you when she disappeared. Yes, I was at the station to meet her, but she wasn't on the train. Well, what train was that? The 11 o'clock. I waited her out for the next one, but she wasn't on that either, so I came at her. Were you worried at all? No, not on Julia. I just assumed she'd changed her mind about coming. You didn't think it all the few hadn't heard from her? No, I can't say I did. How long was it since you last saw her?

16:35Oh, roughly speaking, for two months. That was when she lost her to you. Yes, she only came here once, but I see. How did she seem then? How did you mean? Well, she seemed depressed or worried about anything? Not that I can recall. No. Why? Oh, no particular reason. Not for one second during the interrogation, it sergeant crossed Shifty's gaze from Moon's face. He had never trusted black eyes, and he wasn't quite sure he liked the look of this young fellow. But despite this, the inscrutable Mr. Moon gave no indication that he knew any more about the missing EV rows, and he was ready to admit. And certainly did not appear to have anything to hide. It's a country, in fact. Back at the Crobial Police Station, later that same day, crossed it as much to a superior division, except to Broughton. There you think he certainly only knows, eh, Sergeant?

17:35Well, sir, let's just say that he gave me that impression, because those black eyes of his that set me thinking, you've got a shifty look about them. You can hardly hold the color of the man's eyes against him, Sergeant. Perhaps not, sir, but he even saw. I think the best thing we can do with this stage is to give the news paper the photograph of the missing girl. And as a description of the case, you was wearing on the day of a disappearance. Just as you say that, I'll attend it right away. First it was that a photograph of EV rows, together with a description, found its way under the front page of three London newspapers. Well, sir, that should do the trick. Yes, let's have sir's sergeant two weeks past. During each time, no information regarding missing girl was forthcoming. Yet a third week went by. And still there was no trace of EV rows. Well, Sergeant, which is if we've drawn a blank, sir? What's to do now? That's the question. Yeah, I think I might pay your fin Mr. Moon visit.

18:35But I doubt if you'll get much more from him than I got. Probably not. New harm and trying. So this day, Inspector Brocken could not say exactly why he so suddenly decided to pay moon a call. Perhaps it was the prompting of fate. So perhaps he acted simply on a blind impulse. Whatever it was, he wasted no time about it. That same afternoon he made his way out to the moon farm. Crown moon seated on the narrow veranda, thoughtfully puffing as a much smoked kite. Hello, hello. You got another of those ten full reporters you can go to. No, no, no, no, I'm not a reporter. Well, that's a relief anyway. They've been sharing up here in a steady stream for the past three weeks. Oh, is that a thing? Yes. You know, I'm convinced they really believe I murdered that girl. That easy, right? Oh, crying fools that they are. The way they ask questions to take out was on trial. Oh, thanks you are. What? I mean, if they think you'll know more than you're telling.

19:35Now, why is your face intact? No, why? She was supposed to be on a way to visit you and you disappeared. But it doesn't mean I murdered her. No! Oh, I didn't anyone could have done it. Oh, damn one. Murdered her. Who said she was murder? Quiet. No one. Not in so many words, but that's what they're referring. Those very good reporters. You sure you're not imagining it? Of course I'm not imagining it. Why should I imagine it? Oh, I should you indeed. You're sure you're not a reporter? Hm. Quite sure. Who are you then? Oh. Are you okay? I'm at the detective. Detective? To speak the problems, you name? Oh. Well, I'm... I'm bad. It's not that I expect that. What? What? What's your name? Oh, I just wanted to have a look about the place. Why? The early-altered thing. I suppose you wanted to question me too. Well, thanks. Yeah, I did want to. But I didn't want to anymore.

20:37I think you would give me all the answers I need. With a nod, the inspector turned his walk back down the path. He didn't look back, but he could feel Moon's eyes telling after him. The eyes that had told him so much so convincingly. But just like that. Almost like the sort of stuff when reads in a cheap detective fiction magazine. Well, this was cheap. It wasn't fiction. This life. Life and its birth is suit. Hm. That was quick inspector. How'd you make up? He said, kill our thud and... Well? Yes. I'm sure that is I am the detective who will see the end of the e-diverse case tonight. You think he killed her? Well, if you didn't like him, he'd be out of a job in the beginning of your time. But because I'm thinking everything on the hands that he did, my reputation included. And don't ask me why. If I told you your terror was mad, the wasting valuable time gone. Get a squab together. We got work to do work. We're off back in Moon's place and they get us to search every inch of it. We didn't find anything inside the house we've gotten the grounds. And even if we dig all night's sergeant, we're going to keep on digging to a strike oil.

21:40So less than an hour later, Inspector Brockman was back at the Chica. But it was such a cross and four constables. The shack was searched from top to bottom. And finding nothing on the inside, they started on the outside. With picks and shovels and everything a good later hands on. Brockman was risking his career on an intangible impulse and he hewish. And someone didn't think it was much of a risk. There's nothing so far Inspector. We've got a lot of ground to cover yet, don't we? I hope you're not making a mistake. Better I am, better I am, better I am, you won't cover the voice. And you promise you that? All right. I wasn't thinking of what to do. Don't worry about me. My shoulders are broad enough. I'm thinking of continuing. But it was too dark to see lanterns were lit. Four hours slipped by and eaten brothels ready to show in the tunnel when the shortness of one p.m. Inspector. What is it, Droughton? Just look what helps them to dug up the tent again. It's getting high for the initials of it. He seems with your hunch might have been going out so.

22:43Come on, open it up. Maybe something in it. Right. So, doesn't he like it? Hello. What's this? Looks like a jacket of Zanzor. A baby's jacket. That's what it is all right. Only half completed. See? Seeds are missing. And it still has to be stitched up. Yes. Looks rather pathetic, doesn't it, Droughton? It does, sir. Yes. And it's better put it back in the attic, yes. Probably we're needing it before long. With the discovery of the attache case, the search was renewed with an added digger. And stray articles of folding were brought to light, one by one. Close identical to those worn by the missing girl on the day of her disappearance. A green scarf, a yellow jumper, a brown skirt, and leather shoes, and a brown vera. Doesn't he have much to the imagination, Inspector? No, not much. But we still have to find their body. Yes, they still had to find a body.

23:44But they probably couldn't be far away. And they were right. Except that it wasn't a body, but rather a scattering of bits and pieces. At once had been a body. Confronted with the evidence, Trevor Moore made no attempt to deny the charge of murder, if it was subsequently leveled at him. He seemed in fact somewhat relieved to relate his gruesome story of how he had sent for eb-rose, annoying that she was soon to bear his child strangled her, later dismembering her body and bearing it. Together with her clothing and the attache case, the contents of which today occupies its place in the black museum. Orson Wells will be back with you in just a moment. Now here in person is Orson Wells.

24:48Moore's defense, if it could be called a defense, was a great letdown to the hundreds who kicked and shoved their way into the old bay lays a witness's trial. For Mr. Moore completed guilty, or was much more to it than that. Who else he had an excuse? Brandy of excuses. There are no excuses for murder. The furious verdict was never endowed. Trevor Moore was found guilty of murder in the first degree, and two months later, with the day, he was hanged. So there you have it. And now, to really take time in the same place, let's tell you another story about the black museum. Iron Man is always a proficient figure. The black museum, starring Orson Wells, is presented by arrangement with Metro Goldwyn Mayor Radio attraction,

25:51was original music composed and conducted by Tiffany Chorch, produced by Harry Alan Towers.