It speaking from London from the Black Museum, a museum of death. Yes,
here in the grim stone structure on the Thames which houses Scotland Yard is
a warehouse of homicide, a warehouse where everyday objects a paper weight, of
broken wine bottle, a shaded lamp all are touched by murder to take his
jackets. Woolen handed is a baby's garment, dusty with age and only half
completed sleeves are missing, Inspector, and it still has to be stitched up.
Yes, looks rather pathetic, doesn't it, Sergeant? It does help?
Yes, got to put it back to me a test case. I've
been needing it before. On today. That jacket's sleeveless and unstitch 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
the moment, you will hear the Black Museum starring Awesome Wells now the Black
Museum steyn Awesome Wells. But here we are in the Black Museum, Scotland
Yards, Museum of murder. Herelive death, dressed in its Sunday best.
Here, for example's the nail file was once used by a manicurist suprembent Ay
finkingails was a beautiful woman, later used by an insane killer. Here's a
length of cord weighted with lead and either ends pomis enough to look at,
but lethal in its effect. Is a weapon of murder. Ah, Heilia
says. The jacket muffles and dusty, somewhat inconspicuous in its place 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
nineteen twenty one. We are outside a small chapel in the London suburb of
Kensal Rise. The service is not long ended, and the congregation files slowly
from within. Out of the brilliant sunshine. A young girl emerges, who
waves till a few friends gathered near the entrance, and turns along the dusty
yellow road in the direction of the tarniship. She's gone but half a block,
and she hears an unfamiliar voice calling out to miss Miss. She turns
and finds herself face to face with a man she has never seen before,
a stocky, broad shouldered young man with a round face and black penetrating eyes.
I beg your pardon, miss, I think you'll drop this. Oh,
my him, it is yours? Then? Oh yes, I wasn't
quite sure. Hate you ever so much? 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 my twelfth person. Yet I've had it ever
since. In that case, it is a good thing. And I happened
to be looking your way. Yes, well, I must be old het
you again. You're getting towards the village. Yes, I live on the
other side of the eyes. I'm going that way myself. Perhaps you wouldn't
mind my walking with you, not at all, Sonny. I thought I
knew most of the posts about these thoughts, but I don't ever remember seeing
you before. That's not surprising. I mean, newcomer to kensal rise.
I already been here a few days, and that explains it. Yes,
I've been transferred to the bank here. Oh you're except to be staying long,
No longer than I can help. I'm trying to save enough money to
buy a chicken farm. A chicken farm, it probably strikes you as being
a queer ambition tell to have, but I've always wanted one ever since I
was a youngster. I've even got a small piece of land picked out half
an eggre at Clobra in Sussex. Ciber as a friend who lived there on
the land. Yes, it's a wonderful spot. I've stayed there for a
week once, and after every minute of it, well then you've probably learn
more about the place than I do. I mean, had just passed through
it. But that's when I saw the lamb for sale. How long ago
was that? All? About six or seven months? Have it's been sold
in the meantime, No, that's hardly likely. You see, I spoke
to the agent his home years had already been up for sale two years,
and looked like saying that waiting for the next ten Oh, I see,
I really hope he knew what he was talking about. The two walked on
in silence for several moments, then suddenly the young man laughed. I say,
I've been walking along telling you my inmost secrets, and I haven't even
introduced myself. I was just about to say the same thing. Well,
the name's Move, Trevor Move, and mine's evening Rose. Every one calls
me Edie. And that's how it all began, a romance destined to flower
with all the beauty of young love, only to wither and die of tragic
death. But let us not anticipate, let us follow the course of that
romance, or rather let us pick out the more pertinent of its developments.
After their first meeting, Trevor Moon and Evie Rose spent 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 Stevie to
Mellian, I haven't much you off. You're dying and well, apart from
what I put aside from the farmize no money. But if there is such
a thing as loud as I've really fallen victim to it, Oh time you're
sure it's what you want, my dear, as easie as it wasn't,
I wouldn't have asked you. I suppose he would. It's just that,
said the flat. Well, I wasn't expecting it. You took me unawares.
I would be quite truthful, darning, I took myself unawares to He
hasn't given me an answer yet. Now to be or not to be?
That is the question. Silly, of course, how merry you are,
son, you just as soon as you want you to. But Moon was
in no hurry. The contrary, he was the type who could not be
hustled, and a further twelve months passed, during which time he remained as
devoted as ever, but appeared singularly reluctant to take the proverbial plunge. Easy,
on the other hand, became more impatient as the days went by,
and when informed by her suitor that he had at last saved enough money to
leave the bank and purchased his precious chicken farm in Sussex, her emotions gave
them to words, Oh, trebble, I'm so tired of all this waiting.
How much longer was we going like this? Just a few men,
darling, till I get the farms straightened, eyes and ready for business.
But why com'ping me married right away? Till I a shop your straightening down?
You can help me, immerse, darling by being just a little more
patient at the moment I get things in order down at Crowborough. I was
sent for you. Let's a promise, so Evie had to consent to go
on waiting. Two weeks later, matters having been settled, Moon busy sweetheart
a fawn, farewell and left for Sussex. A month passed and no word
from him. Evie had done her best to be patient as hee he dies,
but this was too much. Packing a bag, she took a train
for Crowborough, 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. Evie shall a darlick. She don't be angry
with me, but God to see you. Ask how did you get here?
By train? I had to come, darny. If I've waited another
day, i'd i'd have got out of my mind. It's been you can't
stay here. You'll realize that why I don't have to stay at the hotel.
No, you're touching the next train back home. I'll walk to the
station. No, trigger, No, I'm not going. You're not going.
I'm staying in Kroger till I'm marriage. I see, and if I
happen to decide against going through with it, I must prad you haven't haven't
any alternative? Triver? Why you see I'm going to have a child,
your child, Well you'd better stay. The scene changes just three months later,
we're in the office of the Kromer a police station. Constable's Harris and
Vernon for playing checkers. Oh, didn't see that one coming him? Playing
for that a while? Alarm puts me in a bit of a spot.
Hey, does that all right? Right enough? I'll get it. No
fancy moves one and back's to neither do you? If I will? It
wouldn't be the first time over at police Staton comfortable out of his feeling.
What's that? Yes? Yes, hold of a pickle? I get me
no book and take down a few particulars. Now, what name was it
again? Rose? Missus Lena Rose? Yeah, and the missing girl daughter
Evelyn known as Evie andres fourteen miles of variet kindle Rise years? How long
has your thought have been going, Missus Rose? Since seventy morning? I
see, Yes, we'll let you do with the prison, Missus Rose.
You'll be hearing promise. Yeah, that's right, Yes, good night,
ma'am. Trouble how now it won't keep now? A missing girl, that's
all. But Constable Hallis was in error. It was not simply a case
of another missing girl who disappeared for a few days. There's a case of
a missing girl who disappeared for good today. Evidence of that fact can be
seen here in the Black Museum. In just a moment, we will continue
with the Black Museum starring awesome Wells. And now we continue with the Black
Museum starring awesome Wells. Just another missing girl. Yes, that's how the
reported disappearance of ev Rose was first described. Nothing particularly unusual about such a
report. Almost every day of the week, someone or other vanishes without any
apparent reason or cause to show up again in due course, the perfectly simple
explanation for the supposedly mysterious absence. But of course there's always the exception,
which is why the police wasted little time as possible in checking up on such
matters. So it was that the following day Missus Lena Rose received a visit
from Sergeant Cross as the Crower Police station. Well, then, Missus Rose,
let's get the fact. Wait, tall we according to this report you
had brought her left home early on Saturday morning. That's right, Sergeant.
Two days ago she told us she was going out of Clobra for the day.
Cobra, he's a visit, has to answer. He has a chicken
farm there had a very big one. I understand he only bought it a
few months ago. But she's doing very well. You've been in touch with
him, I take it. Oh, yes, he said he was expecting
easy for lunch on Saturday, but she didn't arrive. Was she in the
habit of visiting him often? No. Several weeks ago she went down to
see how he was getting long. That was was the only time she returned
the same name get in time for tea. I come to think of it,
just about that time that she changed so changed. Yes, she used
to be such a hatty sort of girl, you know, A was laughing
and joking, and then suddenly she became moody, sullen, and so as
if something was worrying her, something she couldn't speak of, even to me.
I have no idea what it could have been. I suppose. Oh,
well, perhaps I shouldn't tell you this, but I had a feeding.
It has something to do with Trevor Trevor Trevor Moon had thence, Oh
what kind of something, missus Rose. Well, that's what heavy puzzle.
I just come to an agent. Trefford was such a nice boy and so
fond of Ev. I'm quite sure he wouldn't have done or said anything to
hurt her, well, not intentionally, that is. How long have they
been keeping company? All? About two and a half years? As long
as that? Eh? And when were they to be married? Well,
I'm not sure, sergeant. Besides, I know they haven't actually set at
date. I see, well, I think I might pop down the crow
but I don't have a chat with mister Moon. He may be aboko on
me something. Thanks for your help, Missus Rose, and don't worry,
we'll find your daughter. You're probably be hearing from me again in a day
two. With an encouraging smile, Sergeant Cross took his leave at the anxious
mother and said for the railway station, of thoughtful expression crowding his wrinkled brow.
That same expression was still present when he stepped from the train on the
platform at Crowborough and headed along the lonely lane that led to the Moon Chicken
farm. The gate was open, and seeing no one about. He made
his way up to the front doors with shacked not. Yes, mister Moon,
that's right. I'm sergeant Cross, so I wonder if you could spare
a few months. Your silent fire means sergeants come right in place. Is
in a bit of a mess? I'm afraid that's all right. Sit down,
yer, thanks. I suppose you know why I'm here. Well,
I have a fair idea. It's about ev Rose, isn't it. Yes,
still near a signpa, I'm afraid not. There are just a few
questions i'd like to ask you, mister Moon, ut thine, you understand
nothing more. But of course I've just come from kencel Rise. I've been
talking to missus Rose, who gave me full of details. She's only the
sight of her mind with worry. Well, under the circumstances, I think
she's taken it very well. I understand that you and the missing girl and
engaged to be married, that's heir, 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. What train was
that? The eleven o'clock I waited an hour for the next one, but
she wasn't on that either, So I came back home. Were you worried
at all? No? Not, And Julia I just assumed she'd changed her
mind about coming. You didn't think it's odd that you hadn't heard from her?
No, I can't say I did. How long is it since you
last saw her? Oh? Roughly speaking about for two months? That was
when she last visited you. Yes, she only came here once. And
I see, how did she seem then? How did you mean? Well?
Did she seem depressed or worried about it? Nothing? Not that I
can recall. No why, Oh, no particular reason. Not for one
second during the intellgame did Sergeant Cross shift his 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 mister Moon gave no
indication that he knew any more about the missing Evil Rose than he was ready
to admit, and certainly did not appear to have anything to hide. It's
the country. In fact, Back at the Krograth police station later that same
day, Cross admitted as much to his superior to visional Inspector Broughton. So
you think you so all he knows as Argant. Well, so let's just
say that he gave me that impression. It was those black eyes of his
that set me thinking, sure, you've got a shifty look about them.
You can hardly hold the color of a man's eyes against his. His sergeants
perhaps not said even so, I think the best thing we can do at
the stage is to give the newspapers the photograph of the missing girl and the
description of the coach he was wearing on the day of a disappearance. Just
as you say that, I'll attend to it right away. First it was
that a photo graph of ev Rose, together with a description, found its
way onto the front page of three London newspapers. Well that should do the
trick. Yes, let's hip, says Argent. Two weeks past, during
which time no information regarding missing girl was forthcoming. Yet a third week went
by and still there was no trace for d. V. Rose, Well
Sardan, which as if we've borne a blank her. What's to do now,
that's the question. I think I might pay your friend miss the Moon
visit by that if you'll get much more from him than I got. Possibly
not no harm. In trying to this day, Inspector Broughton could not say
exactly why he so suddenly decided to pay Moon a call. Perhaps it was
the prompting of fate. Perhaps he acted simply on a blind impulse. Whatever
it was, he wasted no time about it, and that same afternoon he
made his way out to the moon Fire found Borne seated on the narrow land,
thoughtfully puffing at a much smoked play. Hello, you are another of
those tempoor reporters you can go to. No, No, I'm not a
reporter. Well that's a relief anyway. He'd been showing up here in a
says stream for the past three weeks. Is that a fact? Yes,
you know. I'm convinced they really believe I'm murdered that girl, that easy
rose, prying fools that they are, the way they asked questions to think
I was on trial. Yes, bes you are. But I mean I
think you will know more than you're telling. Why should facing that? No,
he was supposed to be on a way to visit you and she disappeared.
It doesn't mean I'm murderer, No, I mean anyone could have done
it, done one murderer who said she was murdered? Why? No,
one not in so many words. But that's what they're inferred, those special
reporters. You're sure you're not imagining it. Of course I'm not imagining it.
Oh I should I imagine it? Whoa? Why should you? Indeed,
you're shy on not a reporter? Quite sure? Who are you?
Then? Oh, they're okay, I'm a detective detective, His thicker pardons
the name. Oh well, I'm I'm gad it's not inspect that what caught
you here? Oh? I just want to ever look about the place,
quite clearly, answered him. I suppose you wanted to question me too,
Well, thank you. I did want to, but I don't want to
anymore. I think you're giving me all the answers I need. With a
nod, the inspector turned and walked back down the path. He didn't look
back, but he could feel Moon's eyes staring after him, the eyes that
had told him so much, so convincingly. It's just like that, almost
like the sort of stuff one reads in a cheap detective fiction magazine. Well
this was cheap. It wasn't fiction. Was life life, and its first
is suit that was quick, Inspector, how do you make us you could
kill us? And we yes, I'm sure that as I am, I
think that we'll see the end of the v reast case to night. You
think he killed it, well if he didn't like NI to be out of
a job. And I've benn know of your chime because I'm thanking everything on
the huntspit he did my repetition included, and don't ask me why if I
told you your t is mad. We're wasting valuable time. Con get a
squad together. We got work to do. Work. We're off back the
Moon's place and they're gonna search every inch of it. If we don't find
anything inside the house, we start on the ground. And even if we
dig all night, Pargeant, we're gonna keep on digging to the strike oil.
So less than an hour later, Inspector Broughton was back at the chickilar
a touch across and four constables, but 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 lader hands on, Broughton was risking his
career on an intangib impulse and he hear wis so he didn't think it was
much of this nothing so far, and inspect up, we've got a lot
of ground to cover yet. O. I hope you're not making a mistakes
that I am. But if I am, you and up a boy,
and you promise you that I wasn't thinking of don't worry about me. My
shoulders are broad enough. The deking continued, but it was too dark to
see. Lanterns were lift four hours slipped by, and Eaton brought was ready
to throw in us all and ye inspect, Mmmm, what is it doing?
Just look what handsome has dug up the head against want to get a
knifel of the initials on it. And he seems as if your hunch might
have been right after all. Yeah, come on, open it up.
Maybe it's something in it right, Well, it doesn't feel like it.
Hello, what's this? Looks like a jacket of zamzor a baby's jacket.
That's what it is, all right, only half complete it seeleaves are missing
and it too has to be stitched up. Yes, looks rather pathetic,
doesn't it, Garden it does her? Yes? Better put it back in
the case. Probably rending it. Before long, with the discovery of the
attache case, the search was renewed with an added vigor, and stray articles
of clothing were brought to light one by one, clothes identical to those worn
by the missing girl on the day of a disappearance. A green scarf,
a yellow jumper, a brown skirt, had leather shoes, a brown beret.
Doesn't leave much to the imagination and specked up. Yeah, not much.
But we still had to find the body. Yes, they still had
to find a body. But they thought it 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 Moon made no attempt to deny the charge of murder that was subsequently
leveled at him. He seemed, in fact, somewhat relieved to relate his
gruesome story of how he had sent for if he rose and, knowing that
she was soon to bear his child, strangled her, later dismembering her body
and burying it together with her clothing and the Attacha case, the contents of
which today occupies its place in the Black Museum. Arson Wells will be back
with you in just a moment. Now Here in person is Arson Wells.
Moon's defense, if it could be called a defense, was a great let
down to the hundreds who kicked and shoved their way into the old Baileys who
witness his trial. For mister Moo pleaded guilty. There was much more to
it than that. Oh yes, he had an excuse, brandied excuses.
There are no excuses for murder. That Fury's verdict was never in doubt.
Trevor Moon was found guilty of murder in the first degree, and two months
later the day he was hanged. So there you have it, And now
do we need next time in the same place, and I'll tell you another
story about the Black Museum. Harry Mayne is always OpEd of fields. A
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