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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 neighbours. A broad man well over 
6 ft tall with greying hair and full beard. Bacon walked 
via Liverpool Rd and Copenhagen St to Regents Canal 
taking near towpath and heading 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 around 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, he 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