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Episode 242 is dedicated to listener Peter Bo, who wanted me to do this case so badly he sent me a book.

For a lot of reasons, I can't read a 298-page

book in a single episode, so I found something pretty interesting instead. Two versions

of the case by two true crime pioneers. The first by distinguished journalist Alfred Henry

Lewis, and the second by true Historian favorite Edmund Pearson.

It's interesting how they approach it from completely different perspectives with completely

different details and will end with an obituary that tells of the interesting life of the

defendant after she leaves Bond Street. I'm true crime historian Richard O. Jones and for your delight and indignation,

I give you the Bloody Burdell Bond Street murder, two twists on a classic tale.

The story of the mysterious Bond Street murder, which has never been solved, and of the lady's strange whim following the crime and her acquittal.

By Alfred Henry Lewis.

The murdered man was Dr. Harvey Bredale.

His taking off owed nothing of romance, not that was rose-colored in its story.

Everything that led up to it was sordid, unclean, half-untellable. The murder itself was crudest butchery, a scrambling

sanguinary homicide, the kind that upsets furniture and covered walls and carpets with

spurting, sp spouting flowing blood,

which was the very reason perhaps why the city rang with it, and Bond Street in front of number 31

was choked for days by morbid thousands who refused and resisted the best counsel of the police. As often as otherwise, it took the

shape of a nightstick in the small of the back to disperse. No one was punished. While the weeping,

poetical snodgrass was held captive briefly in the tombs, while Eccles was indicted, and Madame Cunningham was tried,

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