Menace in Wax - Espionage during the Blitz

For suspense, tonight we present Menace in Wax by John Dixon Carr.

During the French Revolution of 1793, a Swiss girl copied in wax the severed heads of those who had just been guillotined.

She married a Frenchman named Toussaint and came to London.

And she founded Madame Toussaint's Wax Works.

There it is, still in Valleybone Road, near Baker Street Station.

Not the original building.

That was destroyed by fire.

But it remained untouched when a darker shadow than revolution came to England.

They plastered high explosives all along that road and hit the cinema next door.

We are going to London under the bomber's rule.

Late one night in March of 1941, a young man hurried up to the great glass doors of Madame Tussauds.

Hey, open up here.

Isn't there a night watchman around this place?

There he is, Governor, and I'm him.

Now, what do you want at this

hour of the night? My name is Rogers.

I'm from the Daily Record.

Oh.

If you'll let me get inside, I'll show you my press card.

Didn't you get any orders about me? Well,

maybe I have at that.

Oh, you're the bloke who wants to see the

chamber of horrors.

That's

right.

For suspense, tonight we present Menace in Wax by John Dixon Carr.

During the French Revolution of 1793, a Swiss girl copied in wax the severed heads of those who had just been guillotined.

She married a Frenchman named Toussaint and came to London.

And she founded Madame Toussaint's Wax Works.

There it is, still in Valleybone Road, near Baker Street Station.

Not the original building.

That was destroyed by fire.

But it remained untouched when a darker shadow than revolution came to England.

They plastered high explosives all along that road and hit the cinema next door.

We are going to London under the bomber's rule.

Late one night in March of 1941, a young man hurried up to the great glass doors of Madame Tussauds.

Hey, open up here.

Isn't there a night watchman around this place?

There he is, Governor, and I'm him.

Now, what do you want at this

hour of the night? My name is Rogers.

I'm from the Daily Record.

Oh.

If you'll let me get inside, I'll show you my press card.

Didn't you get any orders about me? Well,

maybe I have at that.

Oh, you're the bloke who wants to see the

chamber of horrors.

That's

right.