Vincent Tuck's report

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