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| At three o’clock in the morning a man left 112
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| Liverpool Road N1. Full moon and visibility good.
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| First time I had seen him but knew him as Lawrence Bacon
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| from descriptions from neighbours. A broad man well over
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| 6 ft tall with greying hair and full beard. Bacon walked
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| via Liverpool Rd and Copenhagen St to Regents Canal
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| taking near towpath and heading North. After a bit he
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| went slower looking in alleys and doorways by the light
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| of an electric torch. Finally he stopped before a
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| sleeping tramp. I was fifty yards away. He lifted his
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| arms and suddenly I heard from all around a whistling
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| noise. The tramp screamed on and on but Bacon never
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| touched him. Then both noises stopped. Bacon squatted
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| down and then turned and came back past me. I let him go
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| and went over to the place where he had stood. There was
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| a body there, a man I think, he arms were held up to
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| protect it and the face was frozen in fear – mouth open.
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| Poor sod died in terror and pain. I would think Bacon
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| killed him but if he did he must be a black magician or
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| something as the corpse was as dry as dust
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