Criminal Investigation Department

And it means somebody that is good at arresting people that's got a nose for it, you know, and is happy to get stuck in and, and make an arrest and, you know, see what needs to be seen and, you know, all the rest of it.

And I got that kind of reputation, which is what you needed to get in CID.

That's kind of a lot of these organisations, again, the military, the fire service, the police.

When you turn up as a probationer, your reputation is created there and then, isn't it? Within that first couple of years.

A hundred percent.

A hundred percent.

Um, Yeah, so what I found was my aim and my goal was to be CID.

And once you got out of Hendon, you didn't have to have your hair quite so short, but you still got inspected once a month.

We see that protective instinct flare up violently at work.

Dawson operates out of the Criminal Investigations Department headquarters.

And frankly, it's not a shiny, high-tech CSI lab.

No, not at all.

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From the annals of the Criminal Investigation Department of the London Police, we bring you the dramatic stories of the crimes recorded by the objects in Scotland Yard's gallery of death, the Black Museum.

In just a moment, you will hear The Black Museum starring Orson Welles.

[dramatic music] Now, The Black Museum starring Orson Welles.

And now with Banquo's Chair, and with the performances of Donald Crisp as Sir William Brent and John Loder as Arthur Grange, Sir William's friend who relates the story to us, we again hope to keep you in [suspenseful music] suspense! [suspenseful music] I would like you to look at this photograph.

It's the picture of Sir William Brent, ex-head of the English Criminal Investigation.

I knew Sir William well, and he always terrified me.

Not in the sense that he was brutal or evil; he was none of that.

Now, I'm an egotist.

I don't believe there's a criminal in all England that can outwit me.

And as a matter of fact, I've resigned from the criminal investigation for the sole purpose of trapping Mr. John Bedford.

You have an awful lot of patience.

[dramatic music]

From the annals of the Criminal Investigation Department of the London Police, we bring you the dramatic stories of the crimes recorded by the objects in Scotland Yard's gallery of death, the Black Museum.

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Well, here we are, the Black Museum, Scotland Yard's museum of murder.

The second visitor was an unassuming middle-aged Chinese man wearing a brown leather bomber jacket and blue jeans.

So I was a little taken aback when he identified himself as a detective with the Criminal Investigation Department of the Royal Hong Kong Police Force.

and was there to take my statement on the robbery.

I told him all that I had remembered about the incident and I did my best to describe the robber, who was still at large.

And his name was Donald Sutherland Swanson.

He is frequently referred to as the head of CID, which meant that he was the chief inspector for the Criminal Investigation Department, and he was the center point of Jack the Ripper information.

All the info was supposed to go through Donald Swanson, and Tom Wescott was talking a lot about him during our three-part interview, saying that Swanson would work 12 to 16 hours a day, and there's a very detailed book about him that was written by Adam Wood.

that provides more information, and he was somebody who was hands-on with the investigation.

Chapter six, Red Carey.

Chief Inspector Carey of the Criminal Investigation Department stood before the empty grate of his cheerless office in New Scotland Yard, one hand thrust into the pocket of his blue reefer jacket and the other twirling a malacca cane, which was heavily silver-mounted and which must have excited the envy of every sergeant major beholding it.

Chief Inspector Carey wore a very narrow-brimmed bowler hat, having two ventilation holes conspicuously placed immediately above the band.

He wore this hat tilted forward and to the right.

It's purely departmental, sir, from now onwards, and merely a question of time.

Therefore, I don't doubt the issue." Carey paused, cleared his throat, and produced a foolscap envelope which he laid upon the table before the Assistant Commissioner.

"With very deep regret, sir," he said, "after a long and agreeable association with the Criminal Investigation Department, I have to tender you this." The Assistant Commissioner took up the envelope and stared at it vaguely.

"Ah, yes, Chief Inspector," he murmured.