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A tip top Wednesday evening to all you fly Doxies, Rum
Corinthians and Knights of the Brush and Moon.
It's me, Finn, JD, John startingoff a special midweek episode of
the Penny Dreadful Story show with an update on what we're up

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to here at the Chafing Crib. And we are kicking off Season 2
a week or two early because I just can't wait. 1st, I'm
changing the name of the show. Starting in about two minutes,
it will become the Penny Dreadful Radio Hour.
The more about the significance of that change in a red hot
minute here. Second, it has come to my
attention that our theme music is not a good fit for what this

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show has become. The ponderous, spooky, synthy
goodness that my friend Maxim isso good at fit pretty well with
Varney the Vampire, and is pretty good still with Sweeney
Todd as well. But the fast-paced, fun action
of the newer Dreadfuls especially is bogged down by its
ponderous Pink Floyd vibe. So I went shopping for something

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friskier, and I think I found it.
I'm going to test it on the showtoday and I would it'd be over
the moon if you'd get back to meand let me know what you think.
It's a bit anachronistic. It's actually a ragtime track,
so a better fit to 1890 than it is to 1840.
But what passed for fun music in1840 just didn't have the jumpy,
upbeat vibe that I wanted. So here's what we've got.

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Check it out and see what you think.
I'm going to repeat my intro pattern over the new music.
Basically, I'm going to start the show over again in the
middle of this show just so thatyou can evaluate its impact on
the vibe. Here we go.

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A tip top Wednesday evening to all you fly doxies from
Corinthians and Nights of the Brush and Moon.
It's me, Finn, JD, John continuing this special midweek
episode of the Penny Dreadful Radio Hour from right here in
the old chafing crib. Penny Dreadful Radio Hour is the
show that carries you back to the sooty, foggy streets of mid

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Victorian London when the latestbatch of the story papers hit
the streets. Pretty cool, huh?
I think this will work better. Got a couple more updates before
we get down to biz. First, welcome to season 2 of
the show. This episode is the season
premiere. I planned 6 month seasons, but,
well, you know how the long 19thcentury basically started early

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in 1789? With a revolution of course.
And I've revolutionized this show, so it seems appropriate.
The long 19th century ended latetoo in 1914, but that's another
story. Anyway, I figure what's good
enough for centuries is good enough for seasons of this show.
The Penny Dreadful Radio Hour isgoing also into season 2 in a

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different time slot and with a slightly different format.
This season premiere kickoff episode is moving to our new
regular time at 5:39 PM, regularly scheduled on Sunday
nights with occasional bonus midweek shows like this one or
one of the half hour long hate me horrid shows coming typically

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on Thursday nights. And if that time sounds oddly
specific, well, it's because 5:39 PM is 1739 in 24 hour
military time and highwayman Dick Turpin was scragged on
Sunday, March 22nd in the year of our Lord 1739.
I'm also moving away from Saturday night to free up that

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day in the schedule for another show, which I am currently
hoping to collaborate with a publishing colleague to produce.
I expect to launch it sometime next month.
It should be pretty similar to this show, but focusing on 1920s
pulp horror stories. I'll have more deets on that
after I get the bump smoothed out of this show and get it on a
regular sketch. I'm also looking to make some

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adjustments to the program, withan eye toward making it possible
to distribute it to community radio stations.
That will involve trimming each episode to fit to exactly 58
minutes, and that may involve bumping output up to two
episodes per week, depending on how hard it is to cram them in
and how much additional hassle it creates.
I'm also ditching the Professor Flash persona.

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It never stopped feeling dorky to me.
Professor Flash will live on, though, as the proprietor of the
Flash Academy, which will be sponsoring our show from time to
time. OK, let's do this.
Here's what we've got in store for tonight.
First up, we'll hear about London's favorite highwayman.
Dick Turpin and Black Bess are The Night of the Road by Edward

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Viles, which started its run in 1861.
We've got Chapter 14 for you today, in which Dick brings Sir
Theodore Houghton up to the thieves Rookery in an obscure
house in Soho, and they set up asort of kangaroo court, to quote
UN quote, try him. One of the other thieves gives
evidence, he having once been Sir Theodore's law clerk until

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he was foolish enough to fall inlove with the magistrate's
daughter. And naturally Sir Theodore
didn't fancy the idea of his daughter marrying A lowly law
clerk. So what do you suppose he did
about it? Well, we'll find out today, but
the fact that the clerk is now awanted criminal and a member of
the family might give you some idea that it was nothing good.

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Next we'll have Chapter 14 of The Black Band or The Companions
of Midnight, which also started publication in 1861 in the hands
of Mary Elizabeth Bradden. In this chapter we see Lord
Lionel Brothers Bane coming on to Lola Vizzini.
Clearly he's marked her out as his rebound girl.
Then we cut to Lady Edith Mertonin her boudoir at her rich

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husband's Park Lane house. She's sitting there feeling
sorry for herself when Colonel Mephistopheles shows up.
Oscar Bertrand himself. He says he's there on Lord
Lionel's behalf, and then, as ifcasually changing the subject to
a wholly unrelated topic, asks her if her new husband has
gotten around yet to making a will, leaving all of his money

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to her. She says he has.
He asks her if she would take one audacious step to free
herself from this odious marriage and take her rightful
place as Marchioness of Willoughby.
Will she? Well, we shall see.
But I bet you can guess, if you've been following this
story, what she will say. But let's find out how she's

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And now back to the show and it's time for me to stand and

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deliver another chapter of BlackBess or The Night of the Road by
Edward Viles, starring England'sfavorite highwayman, Dick
Turpin. The flash can't word for Black
Bess is Greeks. Careful in VAT hell every Cove
you'll see him there as a Greek or a buzzman.
You may be able to figure that out if you don't already know
it. But let's have our story and we

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will find out at the end of it. Previously, in chapter 13 of
Black Bess, Turpin, on his way to London, heard the sound of an
approaching horseman stepping upclose.
He produced a pistol and cried. Stand and deliver your money or
your life. But maybe Dick Turpin isn't such
hot stuff as a highway robber after all, as the horseman was
ready for him and got the drop on Dick with a pistol, with

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which he parted Dick's hair. Then he snuck in a second shot
from a second pistol, which by sheer dumb luck misfired.
Dick punched him out cold and proceeded with his whole robbery
thing. The traveler soon woke up and
proudly identified himself as Sir Theodore Houghton, a
magistrate who prides himself onhis strict enforcement of the
bloody code. Vagabonds like you tremble at my

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name, he said. Dick had never heard of him, but
decided it would be a grand bit of poetic justice to take Sir T
along with him to the three tonsso that the family can judge him
as he has judged others. Well, how will that go for him,
do you think? We're going to find out today.
We're also going to find out some of the preparations that
the authorities laid for Dick's capture, starting basically

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right now. Here we go, Chapter 14.
Sir Theodore Houghton turns out a very bad character indeed.
It was in this strange fashion then that Turpin and his
companion made their way to London.
Sir Theodore quietly resigned himself to his fate and therein

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showed his wisdom. He was fully impressed with the
idea that certain and immediate death would be the penalty for
trying to get away, while he thought by peacefully
surrendering to his foe, he would be in a position to take
advantage of any unlooked for circumstance that might occur.
As, however, time passed, and they rapidly neared London
without meeting a soul, he beganto quake with fear, for he knew

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pretty well what he had to expect at the hands of the
family. The fog, which had settled down
soon after sunset, got no thinner as they neared the
metropolis. And there's one more thing, Sir
Magistrate, said Turpin, breaking the silence.
If you cry out for assistance inany way, it's a case with you as
sure as you do. I fire.
Oh, let me go, pray, let me go at once.

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I promise to forego all idea of punishing you in any way, and
taking my revenge for what I have suffered tonight.
Come, you are only doing this tofrighten me.
Let me go. Shouldn't you like it?
No, no, when I let you go it will be into the hands of the
family. Sir Theodore relapsed into
silence. They reached at last the corner
of Broad Streets, and Giles Turpin made his way down a dark

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looking archway, taking his companion with him.
Several narrow turnings branchedoff from the bottom of this
gateway, and after proceeding a short distance down one, Turpin
paused. Then he blew a whistle which had
a very peculiar sound. Dismount, said Turpin, at the
same time alighting from his steed, but taking care that the
magistrate should not give him the slip, He blew the whistle a

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second time. A man bearing a Lantern came
rapidly toward them. Turpin addressed some words to
this man, but what they meant Sir Theodore had no idea.
It was in an unknown language tohim.
The man with the Lantern, however, understood him
evidently, for he said somethingin reply, and then taking the 2
steeds by the bridle, he led them away forward.

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Said Turpin, seizing his companion's hand and dragging
him quickly down another alley, at the bottom of which he paused
before a low door in the wall. This door swung silently open
without any person making themselves visible.
A long narrow passage, dimly lighted, appeared beyond.
Turpin LED Sir Theodore down it.At its extremity was a flight of

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steps, and then another door opening into a huge apartment
which deserves a line of description.
It was not very wide, but of prodigious length.
A table formed 1 long plank stretched almost from one end to
the other, and on both sides of this were seated probably 100
persons, variously engaged, smoking, drinking, talking,

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singing, swearing. All at once.
The noise was perfectly deafening.
The magistrate shrunk back in alarm.
At the further end of the table a man was seated in the chair
much higher than the others. As soon as he saw the newcomers
appear upon the threshold, this man hammered violently upon the
table with the pewter pot from which he had been drinking.

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Silence, silence, he cried. By slow degrees the tumult
subsided into a low hum of voices.
Turpin stepped boldly up to the table.
Hurrah BB, it's Turpin the Bold.Three.
Cheers, friends. He's brought the Lord Mayor's
Cup order. Yelled the chairman at the top
of his voice and banging the pewter pot more violently upon

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the table than before. Order, pals, who's the strange
fly he's brought with him? Immediate attention was directed
to Sir Theodore Houghton, who endeavoured to avoid the
scrutiny as much as possible. Who is he?
Who is he? Name name.
They shouted. Turpin held up his hand for
permission to address them. This, my friends, he said, is a
gentleman I have great pleasure in introducing.

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To your notice his name is Sir Theodore Houghton, and he is a
county magistrate. As he spoke, Turpin pushed his
companion forward. A deep roar of execration came
from the throats of those assembled as they heard the name
pronounced, and the greater partrose from their seats, while
those who were nearest clutched the unfortunate magistrate
tightly wherever they could obtain a hold.

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He shook with fear. Death, Death.
Down with the unjust judge. Kill him.
Kill him. Silence, silence again, shouted
the chairman, making his voice heard above the din.
Under the table with him. We'll try him.
I'll be judge. You shall be jury.
Hear, hear. Cried the thieves.
Bravo, up with him. And despite the resistance which

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he made, he was lifted by 20 hands at least onto the table.
He was compelled by blows to assume an erect position.
Mercy, gentlemen, mercy, he saidin a trembling tones and with
shaking lips. Mercy, mercy.
All right, we know what you meanby mercy, and you shall have
plenty of it. Order again, exclaimed the
chairman. Take your seats, mates, he shall

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be tried. Let us manage the affair in a
decent manner. It was a rule with that
disorderly assembly, that a chairman should be appointed
every night by the general voice, and that he should, while
he held that position, have the others under his command.
Slowly, therefore, and mutteringthreats against the unhappy
Wretch who had fallen into theirpower, they obeyed, and seated

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themselves in their respective places.
Prisoner Advance, said the chairman.
Forerds, exclaimed those who were nearest to him, compelling
him to walk to the middle of thelong table.
Who accuses the prisoner? I do, said Turpin, stepping
forward. Of what a treacherous attempt
upon my life. Now, prisoner, do you plead

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guilty or not guilty? So Theodore Houghton looked
about him in a bewildered manner.
He could hardly believe in the reality of the scene that was
enacting before him, and the chairman repeated his question.
Not guilty, replied the magistrate nervously.
State your charge, I will, your Lordship.
Said Turpin. There was a laugh at this.

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Silence in the court. Shouted another voice.
The laugh grew louder still. There was something so
uncommonly comic about this assumption of judicial form.
I was on the way from Hornsey toLondon, continued Turpin, when
all at once I heard the sound ofa horse's hoofs beating against
the road. Thinking I might be able to do a
little business, I pulled up andwaited for the horseman to make
his appearance. Quite right.

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Presently, when he was only a few yards off, I rode forward
and requested him to pay the toll.
Well, then, your lordship. Without saying a word, and
before I was at all prepared forsuch an event, he fired a
pistol. Full in my face but knocked off
my hat and grazed my scalp but did me no more damage.
That's lucky it was your lordship.
Of course, I wasn't long recovering myself, And then I

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fired at him in return. Quite right.
He gave a cry and called out that he was hit and he could not
hand over himself. Not suspecting anything, I
leaned forward to clear his pockets myself, and he put
another pistol to my breast and pulled the trigger.
The miscreant. Silence.
Said the crier again. Or rather, one man who had taken
that office upon himself. Very fortunate for me, your

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lordship, Turpin continued. The pistol only flashed in the
pan, so I was unhurt. I did not stop to take out
another pistol, but doubled up my fist and hit him such a fair
smack in the face that down he went off his horse in the road
at once. Now prisoner, said the pseudo
judge, what have you to say in your defense?
I defended my property, replied the baronet, who had an idea

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that he might get on better if he put a bold face on the
matter. How came you to bring him here?
He told me he was a magistrate, and boasted how he served those
who were unlucky enough to be brought up before him.
Indeed, Yes, your lordship. So I thought, as I was coming
here, I would bring him with me,and put him upon the trial, and
see how he liked it. A very proper idea.

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I thought so, And here he is now, said the judge.
Is there any gentleman present who has suffered any injustice
at his hands? Yes, yes, Me, me, me. 20 voices
at least replied to the words. I can't hear you all, gentlemen.
Let the one who has the strongest case against him step
forward. If we find him guilty, sentence
shall be pronounced. Agreed.

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Who stands forward? I do a tall.
Respectable looking man got up off his seat.
Order for, order for gentlemen, George shouted.
The chairman, Sir Theodore, turned ghastly pale as soon as
his eyes fell upon this man, andhe trembled so excessively that
he could scarcely keep his feet.The man who had been called
Gentleman George began to speak,and there was an immediate

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silence. My case is a very hard 1, he
said, but I will relate it in asfew words as possible.
Silence, said the crier again, who, though there was no noise,
thought as the speaker paused. He ought to say something.
It is nearly 10 years and now since I entered the prisoner's
service. He was a justice then, and I was
employed as his clerk. I lived in the same house with

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him. Sir Theodore's agitation rapidly
increased, and he glared wildly at the faces by which he was
surrounded, upon every one of which he saw an inimical
expression. He evidently dreaded what was
coming next. I shall not go minutely into my
story, continued Gentleman George, because it would take up
too much time. I will only say that Sir
Theodore had a daughter. His voice wavered slightly, but

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recovering himself with an effort, he went on.
We were thrown much together, and she was about my own age.
There was nothing wonderful in our falling in love with each
other. It was folly and wickedness on
my part. But who can control his destiny?
We kept our attachment secret for some time, but eventually it
was discovered what the exerciseof that treachery and duplicity
which seemed native to him. He called me into his library,

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remonstrated with me, yet kindlyand gently.
I could say nothing, for I felt I was in the wrong after what
has occurred, he said. For I can recollect his words as
well as I could if I had heard them.
After what has occurred, you must feel the impossibility of
remaining any longer in my service.
I do not wish to deal harshly with you as long as you leave
this place. If you absent yourself, there is

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a probability of my daughter forgetting her unfortunate
passion. So I beg of you, as a favor, I
think you ought to grant that you will place as great a
distance as you can between thishouse and yourself.
What could I do but consent? Fool that I was, I got to have
distrusted his kindness and feared it more than his anger.
I have no fault to find with you, he said in the way you have
executed your duties. There is half a year's salary

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due to you. I will write you a check for
that amount and 200 lbs. In addition, upon the sole
condition that you never return here, it will serve to pay your
traveling expenses and to support you until you find some
fresh employment. Do not hesitate to accept it.
It is a sum of money I can well spare.
He wrote out a check for £250, placed it in an envelope, and
gave it to me. This was acting magnanimously to

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all appearances, and like a foolI believed he was sincere.
I ought to have known from his behavior on other occasions that
I ought to expect the worse. I took the check and bade him
goodbye. I went to my room, packed up all
my things, and took them to the coach office, and secured a
place for myself in the mail, asI intended to go to Liverpool,
where many of my friends resided.
The bank was at a town 4 miles distant from Sir Theodore's

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house, and I got there just as the bank was closing.
However, as they knew me, the man at the counter just glanced
at the check and handed me over the money.
In an hour afterwards I was in the coach and on my way to
Liverpool. And now said Gentleman George,
as he looked around. The black part of my story is
yet to come. It is so foul and monstrous that
you will never believe it possible any man could act in so

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diabolical a manner. He paused for a moment and wiped
his face, while the rest of his story was waited for with a
stillness that was positively painful.
I reach Liverpool on the fourth night.
I will pass over my own feelingsand reflections, but you can
guess they were far from pleasant.
Still, the sense of no impendingevil weighed upon me.
At first I intended to see my friends, but I afterward altered

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my mind and determined to leave England forever and go to
America. A vessel of several 100 tons
Burden was just upon the point of sailing for New York, and I
engaged a berth on board. The following morning.
Just as they were about to weighanchor, a boat filled with many
persons shot out from the Quay and was rowed rapidly toward us.
They made signals for the captain to pause.

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As the boat neared the ship's side we all noticed it was
filled with police officers. They were after someone who was
absconded, I thought, and I looked around at the passengers
who were standing in a throng round me, wondering which it
could be. 5 minutes afterward the officers came on board and
spoke to the captain. They came towards us.
I looked on with some curiosity,but who can imagine my surprise
when the chief stepped up to me and put his hand on my shoulder.

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You are almost off, he said. But we've caught you.
Come along and don't detain the vessel any longer.
I was thunderstruck. Am I to understand you have a
charge against me? Ha ha, that's good, wary.
Good, said the officer. Come along and don't make a
rumpus. I don't understand you.
I said. I have done nothing to make me
answerable to the laws. Oh, no, I don't suppose you
have. However, here is a warrant for

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forging a check for £250 upon Sir Theodore Houghton and making
off of it. It is false.
I cried. Sir Theodore wrote that check
himself. That maybe I don't say it isn't,
but you must come along with me.It looks very strange, though,
for you to receive this money, leave without saying a word to
anyone, and then embark for New York.
It flashed upon my mind in a moment how bad a construction

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could be placed upon my actions.I was overwhelmed, but I was not
conscious of the full extent of my misfortune.
Gentlemen. George.
Paused a moment for breath, all remained silent.
They seemed spellbound. A cold sweat burst out at every
pore of the magistrate's body, and he sank upon his knees on
the table. He strove to speak, but his
tongue clove to the roof of his mouth.

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I have only a word more to say, Resumed, Gentleman George.
Sadly, I shall not detain you much longer.
I was brought back to Sir Theodore's, manacled like a
felon. I was up the charge made and
committed to the Ases. A weary time to me elapsed, and
then I was placed upon my trial.My friends had heard of me, and
had engaged in eminent counsel for my defence.
His eloquence, however, was no avail.

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Sir Theodore here entered the witness box, and perjured
himself by swearing that he had never had any such conversation
with me. As I said, he had an appeal to
those who knew him, and asked ifthey thought he would be likely
to have acted in such a manner. My whole statement, he said, was
most preposterous and absurd, for was it probable that he
would give a large sum of money to one who had done him such an
injury? The natural course for anyone

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would be to turn me out ignominiously from the house.
He dwelt also upon my baseness, and bringing his daughter's name
before the court as a screen formy bad conduct.
The trial lasted many hours, andeverything he said damaged me in
his examination. He distinctly swore that he knew
nothing of my leaving till the morning following my departure,
when the cashier from the bank came over to ask him about a

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check which they had cashed justas the bank was closing on the
previous day. He declared it to be a forgery,
and asked by whom it had been presented.
He was told, of course, by me. I was sent for, but no one knew
better than himself. That I was far away.
And was not to be found. It was all said, a clear case of
forgery and absconding. So a warrant was obtained for my

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apprehension and I was arrested in the way I told you.
My counsel could not shake the prosecutor's evidence in any
way. There was no flaw in it.
The judge summed up the jury, returned verdict of guilty, and
I was sentenced to be executed. And so you see, by his
diabolical ingenuity was I an innocent man in thought and
deed, convicted of a capital offence.

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But his vengeance was not sated,as I have no doubt he hoped it
would be. By the assistance of my friends
I was unable to escape, and so Ieluded the dread penalty of the
law. Since then I have never dared to
show my face. I have been forced to become an
outcast and a thief. As for the Wretch who brought
all this upon me and blighted myfuture hopes, I've never seen
him since he stood in the witness box until he was brought

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in tonight, and then I recognized him instantly.
If you have any doubt of my statement, look at him now and
tell me whether he looks like aninnocent man.
The man who had related this fearful tale of prospects
blighted, and who was known onlyto his associates under the name
of Gentleman George, raised his hand as he finished speaking,
and pointed to the shrinking. Cowardly Wretch upon the table.

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Guilty, guilty. They all cried fiercely as they
rose tumultuously to their feet and stretched out their hands
toward him. The chairman banged the table.
Order, gentlemen of the jury, order.
Do you forget that you are in a Court of Justice?
Be seated and let us hear what the prisoner has to say in his
defense. They obeyed.
Prisoner on the. Table, said the judge as soon as

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silence was restored. What have you to urge in your
behalf? White as ashes, his teeth
chattering in his head, Sir Theodore Houghton rose,
trembling, to his feet. He licked his parched lips.
It's all false. He said in a hoarse hollow
whisper, false. From first to last he was
guilty, and was rightly sentenced.
Then he sank again, half fainting upon the table.

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The Chairman, in his capacity ofjudge, then very formally summed
up. Gentleman of the Jury.
He said, and his tones got graver and more solemn as he
proceeded. You have heard the evidence
which has been given against theprisoner, and it remains for you
to deliberately weigh it with your minds.
Do you consider the prisoner guilty or not guilty?
As if with one voice, those who were assembled cried the moment

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the words left his lips. Guilty.
There was then a dead silence. Prisoner on the table.
So, the chairman, you have heardthe verdict which has been
recorded against you. Have you anything to say why
sentence should not be passed upon you?
It's all a mockery, shrieked SirTheodore, springing to his feet
as if galvanized. A hideous mockery.

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I refuse to be in tried or submit to this farce any longer.
You cannot help yourself. The general voice is pronounced
you guilty, and the court now proceeds to pass judgement upon
you. The sentence is the same that
you unjustly caused to be passedupon Gentleman George, namely,
that you shall be hanged by the neck until you be dead.

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Well, that was an eventful chapter, wasn't it?
One thing I really wanted to know a little more about was Sir
Theodore's daughter. I wonder how she felt about this
whole thing. I mean, I would have thought
that she would have had some thoughts about her father's
perjury, especially as her ex-boyfriend was being dragged
through the legal system. But it's also true that
Gentleman George is not exactly a reliable narrator, and he also

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is a convicted felon. And we don't know some kind of
important details, such as how old the daughter was.
I mean, if he was creeping on her when she was 13 or 14 years
old and or if his attentions were not welcomed by her.
I mean, it sounds pretty bad as Gentleman George tells it, but
this isn't exactly a jury trial.Speaking of jury trials, I also

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think it's interesting that the family codes are using the form
of a legal trial for this. It's interesting because it's
this kind of corruption of the law and punishment system that
made guys like Dick Turpin into folk heroes.
Here they are doing the same thing for.
Of course, this is clearly a show trial.
There's no opportunity to cross examine witnesses and stuff like

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that. There could be no possible
outcome from this trial other than a death sentence for Certi.
Still, a sentence of hanging handed down for the crime of
forging a check when George could probably have easily
proven that he had at least 50 lbs coming is definitely a bit
much. In the next chapter, we'll see
what happens as a result of the sentence.

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Then a large party of policemen bursts into the room, going
straight to Turpin and seizing him.
They're obviously just interested in him, could care
less about all the other crooks.A wild scuffle in sews, in the
course of which Turpin manages to get to the door and, seeing
the front door guarded by 4 cops, dashes up the stairs to
the bedrooms. Will he be able to get away onto

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the rooftops or will he be trapped upstairs in this house
like a rat? TuneIn next time and we'll find
out. So we're Nagin of sin.
Giles Greek. Speaking of Greeks, what is a
Greek? Careful in that hell.
Every Cove you'll see in there is a Greek or a buzzman.
It's a swindler or blackleg gambler.

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The phrase St. Giles Greek as a reference to
flash can't is intended to sort of play off that a little, as
the common patter of Greeks is St.
Giles Greek. St.
Giles, as you likely know, was afamous slum.
Another word for crooked gamblers in black legs was
gaiters, and black legs specializing in dice games were
elbow shakers or tat men. A buzz man, by the way, was a

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pickpocket. Well, now it's time to turn our
attention to our next penny dreadful, the Black Band or the
Companions of Midnight by Mary EBradden.
Now for this story, our friend Professor Flash is going to
furnish us with the details and definitions of all the Flash
can't words in the intro to today's show.

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Now there aren't as many as usual today because of the
announcement at the top. Just fly doxies and rum
Corinthians, basically the only ones.
So let's also talk about doughnut mongers.
Doughnut mongers weren't a thing, but if there had been
doughnuts in 1850, they would have been, and that's what they
would have called them. Let's put another one in too.
Cranky Jam. Remember him in the Mysteries of

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London? We haven't met him yet, but he
was the 3rd burglar. The other two, Bill and Dick,
talked about him in the room where the well dressed youth,
whom we suspected to be a woman in drag, was trapped.
Let's talk about what cranky meant, because I bet you think
it meant something else. I did it first.
OK, that's probably enough for now.
Let us turn to our dreadful and last week, in chapter 13 of the

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Black Band, we opened on Lady Edith Merton, pining for her one
true love, Lord Lionel Montfort.Eclipse by us Lord brothers
Bane, 12 hours after her secret marriage to another man.
But then who should come dashingup but Lord Lionel himself?
Having essentially murdered his way into the wealth he knew she

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craved, he was now ready to takeher away and make her the
Marchioness of Willoughby. And when he learned that she was
now missus rich guy, he copped avery ugly attitude, wished her
all the misery of a life of shame and ruin, and stormed
away. He seemed to feel that all that
was necessary to create a legitimate engagement contract,
which she had dishonorably violated by marrying Robert, was

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for him to shout what sounded like the ravings of a lunatic
across a crowded ballroom. And then off so fast that Edith
couldn't catch him to get an explanation.
So, yeah, all your fault, Edith.Bad girl.
Our narrative then moved on to the ballet, where Lolota Vitsini
and Clara Melville were hard at work.
And then Lionel came to the showand saw Lolota and was instantly

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smitten with her. Well, that's great.
You know how guys are when they're on the rebound.
Is this going to work out well for either one of them?
I suspect it will work out reasonably well for Lolota, but
we'll see. Like I told you, I am 1 chapter
ahead of you in this book, so I'm taking the ride too.
And I can tell you we're not going to get the answer in

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today's chapter. But fear not, there's plenty of
ripe stuff coming today. Just to drop a little hint,
anytime Colonel Bertrand inquires of a lady whether her
new husband has a will made yet.You know some juicy dramas afoot
and that will be coming your wayright after this short break.

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Welcome back to the Penny Dreadful story Hour.
Now where were we when we were so rudely interrupted?
Ah yes, queuing up Chapter 14 ofThe Black Band or The Companions
of Midnight by Mary Elizabeth Bradden.
Here we go, Chapter 14. The Tempter from the hour when

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Lolota Vizzini and the Marquis first met in the side scenes of
the Opera House, Lord Willoughbywas counted among the most
devoted admirers of the star of the ballet.
The carriage of the Marquis was seen day after day waiting at
the door of Madame Vizzini's house in Arlington Street.
Through every temptation, through every trial, Lolota had

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preserved her fair fame, spotless and pure as the
untrodden snow, and even now detraction scarcely dared assail
her name. No one had ever seen her
husband, Antonio Vizzini. It was only known that he was an
Italian, that he was separated from his wife, and that he was
not in England. No friend, however intimate with

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Lolota, had ever been told more than this.
Lady Edith and Mr. Robert Mertonreturned from their Continental
travels when the London season was considerably advanced.
The splendid mansion in Park Lane was thrown open for a
series of parties so brilliant that the fashionable world was
taken by storm, and the beautiful Lady Edith was elected

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by every voice as one of the Queens of the higher circles.
But was she happy? No, she had sacrificed the only
true emotion of her guilty heartfor pomp and power, and she
found but too soon that the sacrifice was vain to purchase
Peace of Mind. But the chief bitterness of the
disappointment fell upon the honest heart of the millionaire.

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He had hoped that love alone hadwon for him the hand of the
woman he adored. How cruel was the awakening from
that sweet dream. He discovered, but a few brief
weeks after their public union, that he was but a cipher in the
thoughts of his handsome wife, lost in the whirl of ceaseless
gaiety. It was with difficulty he could
snatch 1 moment in which to speak to the woman he loved

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unheard by strangers. When he remonstrated with her,
she would tell him with a scornful laugh that he was new
to fashionable life and did not understand its usages.
The Marquess of Willoughby was afrequent guest in Park Lane.
Robert Merton's unsuspecting young mind beheld nothing
strange in the presence of the young nobleman, and Lady Edith

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had ample opportunities for seeing and speaking with her
former lover, but these chance meetings only rendered her more
unhappy. She remembered that but for her
marriage with Robert Merton, shemight have been Marchioness of
Willoughby, and she cursed her own ambition, which had brought
about the luckless union. 1 brilliant summer's morning.

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As she was lounging on a luxurious Violet velvet
cushioned sofa in her costly boudoir, she was disturbed by
the entrance of the Groom of theChambers, who brought her a card
on which was inscribed Colonel Oscar Bertrand, the Albany Lady.
Edith knew the Austrian Colonel to be a friend of Lord
Willoughby's, and this was enough to give him an interest

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in her eyes. I will see him, she said to the
groom of the Chambers. The Colonel entered the
apartment elegantly dressed in the most fashionable morning
costume and wearing a hothouse blossom in the buttonhole of his
light overcoat. Lady Edith Merton, he said.
This visit will not. I trust be deemed an intrusion.

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Believe me, when I tell you it results from my strong interest
in your welfare. You are very good, said Lady
Edith, rather haughtily. But pray may I be allowed to ask
to what I owe this interest? Shall I tell you, Madam?
Exclaimed the Colonel earnestly.Shall I tell you?
Yes, I am interested in you because you are dear to one who

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is my friend and associate, one whose heart your treachery has
broken, but who, in spite of that treachery, cannot cease to
love you. A radiant flush of vivid Crimson
lit up the lady's handsome face.She had feared that Lord
Willoughby had forgotten her. Sir, she said with cold disdain,
do you come to plead for your friend?

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Do you forget to whom you are speaking?
No, Madam, answered the Colonel,I do not forget.
I am speaking to the wife of a man who began life as an errand
boy who has sat for hours bent over his writing desk as a
poorly paid junior clerk. I am speaking to the woman who
has sold herself for gold, Colonel Bertrand.

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I am speaking to her who was loved with all the fondest
devotion of an ardent nature, and who repaid that devotion by
the blackest treachery. I am speaking to her who should
have been Marchioness of Willoughby.
Lady Edith clasped her jeweled hands before her face to conceal
the emotion which she could not repress.
Spare me, she cried. For pity's sake, spare me.

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No, Madam, I would not spare you.
I would save you. I would dissolve this odious
marriage and restore you to the man who loves you.
Dissolve my marriage? Yes.
By what? But by what means do you bid me
to tell you, Lady Edith? I do.
There are some natures so weak and fearful that they would

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shrink from the Commission of one desperate deed, though that
single act might secure for themthe happiness of their future
lives. Is your nature one of these?
The burning black eyes of the mysterious Austrian were fixed
with a searching gaze upon the lady's face.
She scarcely dared to meet thoseflashing eyes.
A strange magnetism seemed to lurk in the colonel's glance,

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and a convulsive shudder shook her whole frame as she
encountered his earnest. Look, tell me, he said.
Is your nature so weak that you would shrink from a terrible
ordeal and fear to take the stepwhich might unloose your galling
fetters? I think not, she murmured in a
hoarse and broken voice. Good, said Colonel Bertrand.

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You have spoken bravely, Madam, and I may yet aid you.
Aid me, cried Lady Edith, looking anxiously at the
Colonel's inscrutable face. But.
How? Colonel Bertrand did not answer
the question. For some moments he remained
silent, as if lost in deep thought, while his fair
companion, bewildered by his mysterious words, waited

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anxiously for him to speak. Your husband's fortune, Madam,
he said presently. Do you know how that is disposed
of in the event of his death? He made a will a week after our
marriage, answered Lady Edith, in which, with the exception of
a few trifling legacies, he leftevery shilling of it to me.
And he has not altered the will since, asked the Colonel.

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I am sure he has not. Again there was a pause of
silence, the lady still watchingthe face of the visitor.
After about 5 minutes, during which not a word had been
spoken, the Colonel rose, hat inhand, to take his.
Leave. And with his hand upon the lock
of the door of the apartment, heturned and said in a low voice,
Lady Edith Martin, for such a marriage as yours there is but

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one divorce, and that is death. Lady Edith's handsome face
changed to a death like pallor as the Colonel pronounced this
one terrible word. I shall be present at your ball
this evening, Madam, said the Austrian.
And we can talk further of this matter.
What? She exclaimed, surrounded by the
crowd of dancers and loungers inthe throng of my salons.

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No place Lady Edith could be fitter for such a purpose, for
who would ever suspect us there?All the beauty and fashion of
the West End of London were congregated that evening in the
splendid salons of Lady Edith and Mr. Robert Merton.
Hothouse flowers lined the walls, and vases of priceless
China, valuable statues and unsullied marble adorned the

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broad staircase. With its bronze and gilded
banisters, and lamps of rose colored glass and silver.
It was a scene of fairy splendor.
The stranger suddenly introducedinto it might have fancied
himself in the enchanted palace of some Arabian genie, so
gorgeous was all around. In the midst of this brilliant
scene, Robert Merton felt himself out of place.

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Why did I ever spend my youth intoils?
To win wealth which with all itsboasted power is impotent to
purchase one thrill of happiness, one throb of joy.
Lady Edith, dressed in sweeping robes of pale blue satin,
bordered by heavy fringes of silver, and wearing a cornet of
priceless diamonds and sapphiresround her Raven hair, looked

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like a queen amongst even the most lovely of her guests.
Robert was proud to see her so beautiful, pleased to observe
her, the observed of all the observers.
But for all that, he felt a pangas he remembered that her
loveliness only seemed to separate him from her more
completely, and to widen the hopeless gulf which yearned
between them. Oh, if she only loved me truly.

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He murmured as he gazed upon herperfect face from an obscure
corner of the ballroom. If she would only be contented
with a simple life at our country seat, surrounded by our
happy tenantry, beloved and honored by the rich, and blessed
in the daily prayers of the poor, whose lives it would be
our task to make happy. What peace and contentment might

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be. Ours.
While these thoughts filled the mind of the wealthy merchant,
Lady Edith and Colonel Oscar Bertrand stood apart in the
throng of dancers in a curtainedalcove filled with exotic
flowers. There was something more than
human in the manner and appearance of the elegant
Austrian upon this particular evening.
His tall and slender figure dressed in somber black, his

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hair of that peculiar reddish Auburn so rarely seen, his
flashing black eyes in which a fitful fire seemed forever
burning, all combined to give something almost of a demonic
air to his handsome person, and to inspire those who beheld him
with a strange and shuddering dread.
Even Lady Edith Merton, proud and imperious as was her nature,

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felt herself feeble as a child in the presence of this
mysterious being. You have been thinking of what I
said to you this morning, Lady Edith, he murmured.
Bending his mustachioed lips to the ear of his beautiful
listener. Thinking Colonel Bertrand, she
hesitated. Name Adam.
So the Austrian. Why endeavour to deceive me?

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That was never yet done by mortal man.
And lovely as you are, proud andpowerful as you may be in the
knowledge of that superb beauty,even you cannot deceive Oscar
Bertrand. Be candid with me, Madam.
I can and will serve you. Refuse to confide in me, and I
bid you farewell. Lie to your own soul, if you
will, Lady Edith Merton, but do not lie to me.

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Who and what are you, Cried the terrified woman, that you dare
to speak thus to me? Dare he laughed in a mocking
tone of concentrated bitterness.I am the chief of a sect so
powerful, Madam, that Princess acknowledge, though they fear to
share its power. Dare, he repeated.

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I have but to stretch out one ofmy fingers.
Extending his slender and dazzlingly white hand as he
spoke. Then the man you love will drop
dead in the streets of London onhis way home from this house,
and tomorrow morning the newspapers will be filled with
the account of a terrible and mysterious murder.
Lady Edith Merton, I hold the keys of life and death.

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One word, then, and answer me truly.
Would you become marchiness of Willoughby before this year is
out? She looked at him with her
beautiful black eyes filled witha glance of terrible meaning.
But those lovely orbs sank underthe piercing gaze of the
Austrian answer. He said yes or no.
I would, she murmured. Although to accomplish that end,

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the man who now claims you as his wife must die.
What is his life to me? She exclaimed scornfully.
Then listen to me, Lady Edith Merton.
I have been for years a traveller in the East.
The harems of Constantinople areas familiar to me as the drawing
rooms of Belgravia, or the salons of Paris and Vienna,

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where it is death for the foot of other men to tread.
I have entered freely. The secrets have become known to
me that are undreamt of by the rest of Europe.
The men of the East are jealous lady, and the women are not
always true. It is thought by the ignorant
that the favorite who betrays her Lord sleeps beneath the
still. Waters of the Bosphorus.

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It is not always so. The sack and the splash of a
body into the dark tide give cause for scandal.
There are quieter methods of dealing vengeance to the guilty.
There are poisons. Poisons, she repeated with a
shudder. Still the ball went on.
The gay strains of merry music floated to the gilded roof.

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Beauty and fashion, youth and innocence, all were assembled
within those splendid walls. Who would have?
Dreamed that even in such a scene, 2 guilty creatures were
met together whose talk was of murder.
Yes, Lady Edith Poison, so subtle that modern science has
failed to find an antidote to their deadly power or a clue

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towards the discovery of their presence.
The guilty favorite sups one night on milk of almonds.
Or she is thirsty and drinks from a silver goblet, a cool
draft of sparkling sherbet. They find her the next morning,
stretched upon her embroidered couch, beautiful, serene and
dead. Why do you tell me?
This. Asked Lady Edith, her eyes fixed

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upon the handsome face of the Austrian, with that same look
with which the fascinated bird regards the glittering orbs of
the deadly snake. I thought the fact might
interest you, Madam, he said indifferently.
See, he added, taking from his Westgate pocket a tiny file of
emerald crystal and filigree gold.
I leave here 20 drops of that mysterious essence of which the

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science of the East holds the fatal secret.
Take it, Madam, It is but a pretty trinket for a lady's
toilette. Take it, but beware how you use
it. One drop is certain death.
Death is peaceable as an infant's, a death which is
mistaken by doctors for disease of the heart.
She extended her hand half mechanically, and her slender

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figures closed convulsively uponthe file.
And now, my dear Lady Edith, said the Colonel Gailey, I must,
with the deepest regret, bid youa dear.
Unhappily, I have one or two important engagements tonight
which will deprive me of the pleasure of soliciting your hand
for the next quadrille. Well, that escalated quickly.

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First off, something tells me itis very much not to Colonel
Bertrande Taste that Lord Lionelshould transfer his affections
to Lolo to Vizzini, who seems tohave some scratch at her
disposal, but not a vast pile like Robert Burton does.
It's pretty clear that Bertrand's plan is for the Lady
Edith Merton, now that she has been put in the will to go ahead

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and inherit Robert Merton's millions without further ado.
After which she will of course marry Lord Lionel and then the
Colonel will have their enormouscombined estate at his disposal.
Remember a couple chapters ago when he was whining to Samuel
Crank that the money wasn't coming in fast enough?
I wonder how hard up he is running an international SPECTRE

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type criminal operation ain't cheap and he seems to have
pretty expensive taste. I am a little curious though if
our author is going to explain to us somehow why Colonel
Bertrand wants Lady Edith to be the one to do this dirty deed
rather than himself arranging for it.
It seems to me like a really unnecessary risk.

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Lady E is not a trained professional, just a flashy rich
girl. He seems more than capable of
arranging for the death of Robert Merton and making it look
like an accident. So why would he enlist Lady
Edith as his? Cat's paw.
Maybe, and I'm just spitballing here, but maybe he wants to have
dirt on her. She is of course the daughter of
an Earl and by no means unprotected.

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If she uses his poison, perhaps he will be able to tell her that
he can denounce her with proof as a murderous.
After all, the only evidence we have that the poison is
untraceable is him telling her so maybe it's not, and he may
need that kind of leverage, as once Lord Lionel has her, he's
likely to stop being so cooperative with his Dark Lord

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and master. Although I do wonder how much
leverage he's already got over Lionel.
Can he, if needs be, proved Lionel was an accessory to his
brother's murder without implicating himself?
If so, he's in a pretty good position.
If not, well you know, maybe I wouldn't want the black band
gunning for me. I mean maybe that threat is

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enough, but again, Lord Lionel is not unprotected or non
prominent. I guess we will find out soon
enough. Coming up next time we will cut
to Lolota Vitsini relaxing at her Arlington Street house being
sad because Lord Lionel brothersBane didn't come see her at the
opera. She's clearly developed a pretty

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bad case for him. Then a cabriolet dashes up.
Lord Brothers Bane does a lot ofdashing up late at night in a
cabriolet, doesn't he? And the lad himself bounds out
and comes to her. He confesses himself the most
miserable of men, says he took up with her on the rebound from
the betrayal of a quote fiend inAngel form to try and forget

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said fiend. But when he once again saw her,
he was like. It's all coming back to me now.
Sorry about that. Anyway, he begs Lalotta to run
away with him to some foreign land where he won't see his
haunt Honey ever again and they will pose as man and wife.
Will she fall for it? We'll find out next time before

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we misle off though. Fly doxies, essentially knowing
Kitty Yeses. Doxie, of course, meant
different things depending on who was calling who a doxie
Among the ethnically Romani extended families that were
called Gypsy at the time and other members of what Dick
Turpin called the family, it meant a woman of spirit and dash
and daring. Fly meant smart, canny and on

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the ball. Of course, if a London town
tabby called you a doxie, you probably owed her a slap because
she thought a doxie was an unmarried lover of a ruffian or
underworld character. A gang mall, basically Rum
Corinthians also a bit complicated.
Rum was kind of like our slang word gnarly.
It usually meant good, it sometimes meant bad, but it

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always meant interesting. And a Corinthian was a high
spirited sporting gentleman of means.
So a rum. So a Rum Corinthian would be an
interesting and approved of highspirited sporting gentleman of
means. Doughnut mongers.
That is what I want to be when Igrow up.
A monger was somebody who sells a thing.
So fishmonger sold fish, Coster monger sold custards or fresh

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vegetables and stuff like that, usually from a cart.
And killmonger sold well, movie tickets.
You get the idea. A doughnut monger would be a
seller of doughnuts. And can there be a higher
calling? No, there can't.
Finally, let's talk about CrankyGem.
Today we think of cranky as a synonym for grumpy or crotchety,
but in the 1840s that wasn't a thing yet, and crank was a drink

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made with gin and water and usually some sugar.
Well, this concludes this episode of the Penny Dreadful
Radio Hour. I hope you'll join me again this
coming Sunday, again at 5:39 PM for the next show in which we
will include Chapter 14 of Spring Heeled Jack or The Terror
of London and Chapter 3 of Rose Mortimer or the Ballet Girl's

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Revenge in Spring Hill Jack. We return to the scene in which
Jack plunges into the dark, filthy waters of the Thames in a
quest to save poor Ellen Folder from the consequences of her
rash act. In leaping to her death.
He comes to the surface and finds the tidal current as
fierce and strikes out in searchof the girl.

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He sees her about to get sucked under a barge that's moored in
the stream, but he reaches her amoment too late to avoid getting
sucked under the barge with her.He grabs it and climbs a board.
Then, hearing Ellen calling, he hurries to the other side.
But there's a guard on the bargewho thinks he's a thief.
Will he reach the poor drowning girl in time to save her life?
Tune in the next episode and we'll see.

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In Chapter 3 of Rose Mortimer, Rose goes back to the theater
again to try to talk her way into a showbiz job.
Just as she is being repulsed for what seems to be the last
time, Jack Halladay appears and Squires her to the manager's
door, right past the screeners. She's conveyed into the
manager's presence, and the manager, who is there with

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another man in the room, tells her to get lost.
But just then, the other man turns around.
It's Count Lerno. Count Lerno, of course, urges
the manager to take Rose on, andthe manager does.
Back home, Rose sees the evil Parson Abel Booth leaving her
house door. Entering, she asks her father
what Abel was doing, and Hugh realizes Abel was spying on him.

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Hugh clearly knows some kind of showdown is coming, and he
blames Rose for it. It is your namby pamby modesty
that has breathed this evil downon me.
Apparently he was supposed to let Abel Booth ravish her on the
previous day, and is now angry because she did not.
And now, looking out the window,he sees Abel Booth and two other
men on the sidewalk looking up at them.

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Hugh knows this means the hour has come, so he orders Rose up
into her room, locks her in, gets an old fashioned pistol out
of a hidden cubby in the floor. A showdown is about to happen.
Will he survive it? If he does not, will she TuneIn
next time and we'll find out. A special thanks once again to
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romance, you should probably hold off for a month or two.
I will keep you posted, but I'm now working on an update with a
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I'd hate for you to like snap upa copy and then a month later
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But if you've been looking to pick up our edition of Varney
the Vampire, that one is good togo and we are very proud of it.

(56:38):
Check it out when you get a chance wherever books are sold.
Or you can do the look inside thing on Amazon and preview it
if you like. Our theme music is a track
called Something Doing by Scott Hayden and Scott Joplin, written
in 19 three and recorded circa 1955.
It is being played from a piano roll by a player piano.
The Penny Dreadful Radio Hour isa creation of Pulp Lit

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productions. For a few more details I really
need to update the website. Look to pulp-lit.com to get in
touch with me. Hit me up at finn@pulp-lit.com.
Thanks again for joining me Pippins.
It's time for us to mizzle for the Penny Dreadful Radio Hour.
I am Finn, JD, John signing off and now fair forth and fill up

(57:23):
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