Imagine a murder so tangled that nearly a century later, people are still arguing over what actually happened.

A fake phone call, a husband on a wild goose chase, and a wife found bledgend in a locked house with no signs of forced entry.

Follow that up with a timeline that only gets weirder, the more you stare at it.

Thank you. the more you stare at it. Hey guys, and welcome to the Moms and Mysteries podcast, a true crime podcast featuring

myself, Mandy, and my dear friend Melissa.

Hi, Melissa.

Hi, Mandy.

How are you?

I'm doing well.

I am two cups of coffee in on this lovely Saturday morning and ready to tackle the day.

I love that. I don't have any caffeine in my house except for a sweet tea. So I'm chugging on sweet tea this morning and I don't know how that's going to go. So are you out of Diet Coke or are we on a no we're not quitting. Okay. But here's a fun thing. I actually

tried to quit Diet Coke when I had surgery a couple weeks ago because I'm like I'm on pain

medicine so I won't even have a headache from caffeine, all that. Three or four days in my sister

comes over and brings me McDonald's Diet Coke and I was back on the sauce like that. Oh, gosh.

Such an enabler.

She really is and I appreciate that about her.

All right.

So we'll get into the story for this week.

It all started with a phone call to a chess club.

A man calling himself R.M. Qualtrow called the city cafe in Liverpool on January 19, 1931. The voice on the other end of the line was low and gruff and he was saying he needed to reach someone named Mr. Wallace about a matter of business. He gave an address, which was 25 Menlove Gardens east, and he asked that Mr. Wallace come see him the next evening around 7.30.

The only problem was, there was no street called Menlove Gardens East.

But that one phantom phone call would unravel into one of the most confusing, debated, and impossible, really,

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