Black Museum – The Sash Cord 1952 (retro437)
It's a harmless bit of rope, but it's just the right length to wrap around a man's throat and strangle him. Orson Wells provides the voiceover narration as Scotland Yard…
Black Museum – A Womans Pigskin Glove. ep50, 1952
Join Orson Wells as he introduces us to a simple woman's glove, but it has a history of murder. Three women are found murdered while enkjoying tea together, and the…
Black Museum – The Walking Stick. ep49, 1952
In the Black Museum, Orson Wells points out an exhibit that tells the story of a walking stick. It comes from Alaska, and belongd to a man who has friends…
Black Museum – Two Bullets. ep48, 1952
In the Black Museum, Orson Wells points out two bullets, and how they were connected to the same weapon in committing murder, although the crimes were years apart. Though it's…
Black Museum – A Trunk. ep47, 1952
Take a tour through the Black Museum of Scotland Yard, and let Orson Wells tell about a few of the displays. Today he settles on an ordinary, heavy steamer trunk.…
Black Museum – The Tan Shoe. ep45, 1952
The tan shoe of the left foot has what appears to be a blood stain on the heel. It's just the thing to link it to murder, and win it's…
Black Museum – The Straight Razor. ep44, 1952
Walk through the exhibits as Orson Wells shares something about them, before arriving at the straight razor that is key to today's case. The Wilson's own a pub, but when…
Black Museum – The Spotted Bedsheet. ep43, 1952
It isn't always weapons or poison that find a place in the Black Museum. Today Orson Wells shares the tale of a common household item that won a place there.…
Black Museum – The Small White Boxes. ep42, 1952
What do innocent little white boxes have to do with murder? Orson Wells tells all about how they won their place in the Black Museum. The case dates back to…
Black Museum – A Silencer. ep41, 1952
In reviewing the various instruments of death in the Black Museum, Orson Wells presents how a silencer found it's way in its display. Before turning in for the evening, Herbert…