Book your ticket to happiness with Sun Express Airlines. lines. Good evening. This is crime classics. I am Thomas Highland. I'm going to tell you another true crime story.

Listen. The man who just fell down the stairs is Colonel James Fisk Jr. Although the Colonel is a man given

to the consumption of dozens of Blue Point oysters and bottles of heady wine at a sitting,

his friends were given to pointing him out as a man inordinately steady on his feet.

So why did he tumble down the stairs, and in New York's grand central hotel no less, where

stair tumbling was frowned upon. The Colonel didn't slip, he wasn't

pushed, he was shot. The sudden presence of two bullets in him had upset his equilibria. The man who's running away

is the man who just shot the colonel. His name, Edward S. Stokes, until recently the colonel's

very dear friend.

There he goes.

And tonight, my report to you on the checkered life and sudden death

of Colonel James Fisk Jr.

Crime Classics.

A series of true crime stories taken from the records and newspapers of every land

from every time. Your host each week Mr. Thomas Island,

connoisseur of crime, student of violence, and teller of murders. Now once again

Thomas Island. Ilan.

Colonel Fisk lay at the bottom of the stairs a few minutes before 4 o'clock on a Saturday afternoon,

January the 6th, 1872.

He was dying. His life was coming to an end.

And he would be sorely missed by his family, Mrs. Fisk, and the children,

and by his intimates, among whom were J., Boss Tweed, and the heavier stockholders of the day.

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