A Sticky Wicket
The revenge upon her would be sweet, even though it was purely theoretical.
She was the very epitome of every upper class privileged prig of a young girl who ever has passed a vile judgment on those she snobbishly refused to view as an equal.
I possessed the subtle skill to knock her smirking ego down a few pegs.
In late spring of the year 1952, a, bank rented safety deposit lockbox, dusty from many years gone by, was opened…
The box had laid unclaimed, the banks records having been destroyed during the Nazi blitzes of World War Two.
When its existence became known, an attempt was made to contact the owner, whose family surname was well known in the county.
The name turned out to be an alias, no such person ever existed.
The contents of the metal strong box were pretty much an Enigma:
Several pieces of mismatched ladies’ jewels, some real, some rhinestone.
Several bundles of bank notes dated from the 1920’s through 1940’s.
The total value of all this was, in 1950’s time, a total value of over £65,000 of the Queen’s Currency!
Also, there was a small leather bound black note book. This proved to be a journal of the unknown box renter’s exploits, recollections, and business ventures; some of which caught the interest of the local authorities and was turned over eventually to the Yards specialists!
That Notebook now resides in the Black Museum’s collection!
Please read the account below to learn more about the person who was believed to have rented the strongbox….
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