Murder at Mothouse Farm.

Sounds like a bad card melodrama, doesn't it?

But it isn't.

It's the title of this week's Facebook history from Scotland Yard.

Murder at Mothouse Farm headline the London newspaper some 50 years ago

and pages and pages were devoted to telling the story.

I may remind you that newspapers were newspapers in those days and not two pages of bad news

and that's the things you can't buy or can't afford.

Mote House Farm was an Elizabethan houthing ethic completely surrounded by a mote as it were on an island, lonely and desolate.

An ideal background for a writer of crime story in fact.

Locally it was spoken about as creepy and too full of spooky nooks and corners.

Even the house agents described the property as quaint, which was non-committal anyway.

It was still empty for years, but eventually a buyer did materialize.

He was rather quaint himself and seems have chosen the right setting.

His name was Dougal.. Samuel Doggle.

Directly the beads were signed, he put in hand extensive repairs and alterations to the farm.

And while waiting for it to be made habitable he engaged rooms nearby for himself and his wife

at a Mrs. Wiskington. Now this is a true story about real people but no blood tub melodrama

could open more realistically than on that,

tor midnight in January when Mr. and Mrs.

Dughal arrived at their much. I'm Samuel Duvaux and this is my wife

good evening oh good evening oh yes in. Oh, what a terrible night.

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