Have You Seen The Yellow Sign?
Tuck's notes (1925/11/12)
On 12th November 1925 I was hired by Grahame Roby to report on the movements of Grahame’s brother Alexander. I followed Alexander on and off over a period of three weeks.
Alexander Roby met almost nightly with three men:
A) Lawrence Bacon, middle class, about fifty-five years old, six feet tall, graying hair, bearded, heavy build, an antiques dealer.
B) Malcolm Quarrie, about thirty-five years old, upper-middle class, 5’ 10”, black hair, clean-shaven, slim build, a scientist. Malcolm Quarrie worked at the Royal Society on Piccadilly in the West End and lived at 12 Moreton Street in Westminster. He seemed respectable and appeared to be unmarried.
C) The fourth man he was only ever able to identify as Edwards: about forty years old, upper-middle class, 5’8” brown hair, neat beard and moustache, average build, profession unknown. Edwards lived in short-term lodgings at 50 Berriman Road in Islington, further north from Bacon and just off the Seven Sisters Road. He was often in a library but didn’t seem to go anywhere else apart from his visits with the other men. He didn’t have a wife or a young lady. He drove a car.
The four of them — Bacon, Roby, Quarrie, and Edwards, would gather at Bacon’s residence, which also served as his business premises, at 112 Liverpool Road in Islington.
Roby and Edwards sometimes stayed all night at Bacon’s house and the lights remained on at all times. Quarrie never stayed the night — it appeared that Roby was closest to Bacon and Edwards.
The only other time that Roby left the family home he was in the British Museum Reading Room in Bloomsbury, central London. I could not follow him in as I would have needed a reader’s ticket but I saw him leave there a couple of times in the company of Edwards. Roby had no young lady.
At three o’clock in the morning a man left 112, Liverpool Road, N1. Full moon and visibility good. First time I had seen him but knew him as Lawrence Bacon from descriptions from the neighbours: a broad man well over six feet tall with greying hair and a full beard. He walked via Liverpool Road and Copenhagen Street to the Regent’s Canal taking the near towpath and going north. After a bit he went slower looking in alleys and doorways by the light of an electric torch. Finally he stopped before a sleeping tramp. I was fifty yards away. He lifted his arms and suddenly I heard from all over a whistling noise. The tramp screamed on and on but Bacon never touched him.
Then both noises stopped. Bacon squatted down and then turned and came back past me. I let him go and went over to the place where he had stood. There was a body there, a man I think, the arms were held up to protect it and the face was frozen in fear — mouth open.
Poor sod died in terror and pain. I would think Bacon killed him but if he did he must be a black magician or something as the corpse was as dry as dust.