Good evening. This is Crime Classics. I am Thomas Highland with another true story of crime.

Listen. The glass you just heard broken was not ordinary glass. It was a closed vessel of exact contour of the man's head which it held. It was

raised exactly one millimeter above the skin all around and above the hair, no small feet since the hair on the head was lush and curly.

Another masterpiece by Dom Luellen, whose secret of blowing glass to enclose human heads,

died when he died.

Dom Llewellyn had been called in to do a job of work on what was left of Mr. John Hayes,

which was all above the neck.

So tonight, my report to you on John Hayes, his head, and how they were parted.

Crime Classics, a series of true crime stories from the records and newspapers of every land from every time.

Your host each week, Mr Thomas Highland, Connoisseur of Crime, student of violence, and teller of murders.

Now once again, Mr. Thomas Highland. The 18th century was only a few years old and the town was Warwick and the season was spring.

Things were budding all around trees, flowers, and there happened to be a 16-year-old girl named Catherine Hall.

She appears suddenly in history this girl walking down the road, suddenly because nobody knows what parentage put her there.

Isn't that nice?

A young girl swinging down a road in May.

Traul-L-L-Lying. Skipping. Walling, skipping, stops to gather nuts.

And alongside her, three soldiers, officers of his majesty's Dragoon's and Gentlemen.

Gentlemen Three, and Guardians of Catherine,

and Lieutenant Oombresmbudsman has the papers in his

bandelier to prove it. Guardians and their ward at a crossroad.

Catherine? Yes, Uncle Fred and Uncle Ned and I think the time has come.

For what uncle?

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