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The Suicide of French VV was a shock, but not shocking. There was no rush and no fuss, just sadness.

Felicity would state, I made a cup of tea and took it to the bedroom. The door was half open.

I saw Madame on her back with her feet on the floor and with one she was stocking off.

I said, Madame, here's your tea. A touch to hand, she was dead and cold.

Descend into the globe club on the first floor. In broken English, Felicity stammered, Madame dead.

As hysterical as anyone who had found their friend a 15 years, deceased.

Seeing her distress, Charles Bulver manager, Joseph Phillips the doorkeeper,

a Lance Georgian actor entered the bedroom, a flat one on the third floor of three to four

archestreet and saw her body at peace on the bed.

With soho being a place synonymous with sex, the suicide of a prostitute was not an uncommon

sight, given the stresses of their lives. Charles Bulver alerted a constable.

PC Hill secured the scene and summoned a doctor. Dr. Rhea Frith Street pronounced life as

extinct, and as her cause of death had to be determined, a suicide was still a criminal offence.

The CID of Vine Street were called in.

With the investigation headed up by divisional detective Inspector John Edwards and chief

superintendent Walter Hamburg, the crime scene was assessed methodically.

The door to flat one was examined by a locksmith who determined there was no tampering,

no damage and no signs of a break in. The flooded three keys, one for Fethi, one for a mate,

and one for the landlady, all of which were accounted for, with Fethi's found in a hamburger

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