Hello everybody, you're Malcolm Back. Thank you very much for joining me. My name is Deborah Hatswell and you're listening to the BBI CA Files tonight. I'd like to share with you for missing children cases that took place in
the UK and they are still officially unsolved. Using my background of duo profiling, I'd like to look at these cases and examine them and see who we think the prime suspects in the case was and maybe what happened that day or violent teaches us that humans act in their worst way in a place where they feel comfortable and at home, where they fitted, where they know their territory, like a hunting ground. It is far rarer for a stranger to take a child or an adult, and it's
usually by the hand of someone they know. Serial killers are not the blubbering, simple minded troglodytes the media would lead you to believe. In fact, many of them are high functioning, organized, They know exactly what they're doing. They're very goal orientated, and they will hunt their prey, often in broad daylight, beneath the noses of unsuspecting passers by. So Lex examine the cases in detail and compare suspects and circumstances. Now, if you're of Irish heritage, you may
be one of my many cousins. If you have the name Boile in your family and I'm related to Anthony Boyle who was born in County Mayor, tracing your DNA can bring up a manner of strange mysteries, and the disappearance of little Mary Boyle, who is a distant relative of mine, is one of those. Mary had lived in England for a few years when this case took place, and it was on a visit back to her grandparents'
home she vanished without a trace. Mary will always be that cheeky little six year old and her case remains one of Ireland's longest missing child cases. Mary went missing from her grandmother's home in Ballyshannna and Donegal on March eighteenth, nineteen seventy seven. She was last seen and when she followed her uncle Jerry through the fields while he went to a neighbour's home to return a ladder, but Mary was said to have turned back for home, never to
have been seen again. Jerry since died and there'd been no trace of Mary ever since.
That day.
Mary was dressed in trousers and knitted cardigan, and she had a long hair tied back with a ribbon. And she ran into the kitchen that mark and said, oh, Mom, forgot to kiss you, and gave her mum a big kiss and a hug. And those were the last words Mary ever spoke to her mother. Inside the farmhouse, the adults were putting the evening meal together. Mary went outside to play with her identical twin sister Anne, and her
older brother Paddi and two of her cousins. Her uncle Jerry was working on the roof of the house and he decided at that point that he was going to cross the bog to return a ladder to the Carliss. He lived about four hundred yards away. Mary, who could be a bold and cheeky child, decided to tag along
with him and sat out across the fields. Around quarter to four, she'd walked behind her uncle Jerry's towards the Carly's house, and when she reached a water filled patch in the bog, Jerry told her to turn back for home. He claimed she was last seen eating a packet of the Tato Crisp brand crisps and she was walking towards home returned you with grandparents farm house. She would have
taken no more than three or four minutes. It was four hundred yards, so in total, with the walk there and the walk back, even being generous, there was about ten minutes there in which Mary vanished. Jerry then doesn't return to the farmhouse until four p thirty, so that's forty five minutes later. And he said that was because he was chatting.
Missus.
Anne Boyle was in the kitchen with the parents making a meal, and she said, I looked out the front door and the rest of the children were playing in the front garden. Mary wasn't there. My brother Jerry was there. He was fixing the stone wall in front of the house. I asked him, did he see Mayor? He didn't even react to me at all, didn't answer. I presumed he hadn't heard me. Ten minutes later, I asked, did anyone see Mary? And Jerry shot a finger side down the road.
When Jerry came back to the house, he said she'd followed him earlier to the Carley's house and knit she turned back. Her mom men jumped into the car and drove the lanes, but couldn't find her. The entire lake behind her grandparents' house was drained. They never found her there and extensive searches have never found any trace of Mary. Her mum said, Mary never leaves our mind. Is something that we live with and we don't cope with it
very well. In nineteen seventy seven and you never thought of anything happening to a child, I know you do now. One man came to see us. He said he was a divener a feller from Cork. He said Mary was in Scotland, so I went to Scotland. She wasn't there. Another blog said she was in a mineshaft in Belfast and that was a false lead. Just a while back a body was found at merv Our golf Club and the rumors started, but that golf club wasn't built when Mary was alive. I believe Mary was killed on the
day she vanished. In fact, I think she was killed within minutes of being outside of the farmhouse. None of the clothing she wore or was wearing that day was ever found, including in Wellington boots and distinctive hair ribbons. And there was also the mention of the backet of Chris the Tato brand that she had with her when she left the garden. Now many of the guardi were diversity to search for Mary when the girl disappeared just
outside of bally Shannon. Modern day investigations would have shut down that scene immediately, you know, it would have been sealed off to the public. DS Murray, who ran the case, said, that's not what happened. Unfortunately, we were looking for a missing girl, not a girl abducted by a suspected murderer with a child lost. Lots of people would have been trampling with Wellington's on that scene, so there was no clues for them to follow. Now, the area Mary went
missing in its Boggs wet ground. It was spring, if you remember, it was March, so when he footprints had show for a while in the peat box, there should have been signs of where Mary had somewhere and Uncle Jerry had walked. Also, we only have his word for it that Mary turned around and Eddie back. In fact, Jerry Gallagher has given several unconvincing and inconsistent account of what happened on the day Mary went missing. He has stuck to the claim that she's simply vanished into thin air.
Jerry Gallagher's failures to admit when asked that Mary had been with him is suspicious, to say the least, statements given to the Guard at the time by him and certain other family members are laid on the contradictions. Some officers who were first on the scene that day say they are in no doubt that Jerry Gallagher was responsible for Mary's disappearance. Why did he not hear Anne when she asked where Mary was, but the children in the
guard had heard well enough. Why did he immediately drive off in his car when the you and christ started rather than joining the search. In fact, if you listen in between the lines, Jerry never searched for Mary alone or in any of the search parties. All the suspects had been questioned into relation of the disappearance of Mary. One of them was a chap called Brian McMahon. He is a local man. He was taken in for questioning in October of twenty fourteen in relation to Mary's disappearance,
but he was released without charge the following day. McMahon later went on public record denying any involvement in the disappearance, stating that local people knew he could not have been involved. Then we have to look at the serial murder Robert Black and for all he was Scottish, he took children from all across the UK as he was a delivery driver and at the time he was working for a firm that was delivering to County Donegal, not too far from Mary's disappearance.
We also have.
To look at the poachers at the lake, because some people believed that Mary had stumbled upon them and they had to rush her up, so she didn't tell on them. But who would she tell. Let's be honest, a six year old girl in rural island seeing men fishing at a lake wouldn't know they were doing anything wrong. You know, she's not land management. In fact, some of the men at the lake that day did confirm that they'd see Mary and that she was walking with her uncle Jerry,
but they didn't see her return. Jerry is a logical subspect, isn't it. You know, he's not known for his friendliness. Many people found him to be odd. There have been over the years several claims from other young girls that Gerry had tried to interfere with them in some way. When they left that day, it was to walk four hundred yards granted through boggy ground, you know, with small copses of trees dotted around, But he isn't in the middle of nowhere. It's more of them all and setting.
If Mary had a fall or damaged herself, eventually the searchers would have founder and all was fatal, they would have found a clothes they you know, they usually turn up even when the body doesn't. Many of our modern fabrics are made to withstand weather conditions for many years. And in fact she was wearing Wellington boots and as
you know yourself, they don't degrade. I'm only five years younger than Mahra and in nineteen ninety seven I was my family in Cloggerhead, County Love and we would play for hours on end on the moorland, in the woods and in the streams, never thinking about danger from anyone. Marraor if you're out there last still wandering that more in peat bogs. One to your loved ones, it's time. My father's name at birth was Thomas Alan Jones, but
that was not the name he was given legally. And it's a whole podcast on its own, but I now know I'm connected by DNA to the Jones family of Pennyfang, a beautiful era in the Welsh Mountains that in some places he's still the same today as it's always been. One case from the area who has never been sold and he's still a mystery to this day is the case of Tommy Jones. And just like Mary Boyle, Tommy was visiting his grandparents on the day that he disappeared.
Little Tommy Jones was a minor son who went missing in the summer of nineteen hundred. His case shot the entire community, which has never had the case of a mission child in its history. William Jones, Tommy's father, was taking him to visit his grandparents, who worked on a farm close to Penny Farm, the highest speaking South Wales. So father and son set out on the Warmargas day and took the train to Brecon, arriving about six pm.
From there, they had to walk four miles to reach the little farmhouse because it was deep in the valley. By about eight o'clock they'd reached the locking, which today is in ruins. It was a soldier encampment and there was a rifle range a bit further up the valley. It had been a warm walk and they only had about a quarter of a mile ago, so William stopped to buy some refreshment and to get Tommy a penny. With the biscuits he could buy things then back at
the canty. By chance, within a few minutes, his dad arrived and along with Tommy's thirteen year old cousin Willie John and Willie was sent back to the farmhouse to let them know that Tommy and William were on their way and that they would be there sharply. So Willie set off and Tommy set off after him. The two boys had across two rough plank bridges, one of which
was without a handrail. The failing light, the streams and trees were perhaps right into a small boy, we know, we could conjecture who grew up in a closely packed town. He may have been afraid, you know, for other reasons unknown to us. Because when the two of them had got about halfway to their destination, Tommy was said to have turned back. When asked, Willie said, Tommy started to cry and he wanted to go back to his father. So the two boys parted ways. At the bridge.
Willie completed his errand he said.
And then he went back to camp in about a quarter of an hour of leaving with Tommy, but Tommy never returned. People started to search, and they searched all night, and at three o'clock in the morning they had to stop, and then on daylight they started again. Police and the general public joined in, and the net spread wider, but no sign of the boy was discovered, and there was no sign of him or his clothing. Every day, search parties of police, troops, and farmers and other volunteers combed
the area systematically. It seemed more probable that Tommy had fallen off one of the foot bridges into the stream, or had simply wandered straight down the valley and taken a wrong turn. Then the story took a strange turn, and missus Hamer, a gardener's wife at Castle at Dark, north of Brecon, is said to have dreamt of the very spot where Tommy was to be found. She'd spent a couple of restless days and she admired her husband
to take her there, and he didn't want it. He didn't believe that they'd succeed where so many others had failed. But after consistent neither and he gave in, and later that day he was able to lay claim to the reward. As he reached the top of the ridge immediately above the lake. They were making their way towards the peaks across them open ground, when suddenly mister Hamer, who was a few yards in front of the others, started back with an explanation of horror, and there in the path
lay the remains of the small boy's body. It was identified and brought down the same day. At the inquest on the Tuesday, the jury had no difficulty in bringing a verdice of death through exhaustion and exposure, but no one managed to explain how the little five year old shortened out for his age. Tired and hungry after a long day traveling, I had managed to reach the spot
where his body was found. It was six hundred and eighty six meters above sea level, a climb of about four hundred meters from the locking at least two miles over difficult ground, probably in the dark. His poor father must have passed within a dozen yards of that body a few days before it was discovered, as they had
searched that area then. Today the spot where Tommy's body was found is marked by an obelisk and the drawers at the inquest pub the money together, and mister Hamer gave some of the reward money so that they could build this monument to Tommy. I did notice the serendipity in these two cases. Both children are around six years old when they vanished. In fact, they were both about
to be seven. They were both visiting the grandparents in a rural location, and something I find significant is that they both vanished within four hundred yards of other people in areas not busy with foot track of making crowds. To say they vanished in broad daylight is not an overstatement. Now let's look at possible suspects, and the first suspect
I suppose is wille who is Tommy's older cousin. Just like Mary and Jerry, Tommy left with a family member and was gone for around ten to fifteen minutes, both saying the child had turned back around and headed back the way they came. Both children were unfamiliar to the area, so it just seemed lax of Willie not to have taken Tommy back to his father and his grandfather. Was there an argument or a spark? Did Tommy fall by accident only to be found almost seven hundred feet uphill
on a rocky terrain. I don't think will he had time to harm Tommy him up hill and be back at the lock and within a short space of time, and we'd have to look at a lone stranger on the hill or the soldiers from the camp we came across the bar as they were heading back down hill.
Maybe this does seem to be a possibility, as I don't believe Tommy could have made that climb alone without showing some signs of damage from the climb, you know, like scraps and scrapes on his skin or his clothing as he made his way up through the shrubs and bracken mongst, the rocks and the stones. Now made me out on this one. What about mister and missus Hamer. Did the woman who killed him pretend to have a psychic dream so that she could find the body and
then claim the reward was his cheeky to one? And mister Hamer did she want it for her own child and he died in the struggle back to a cottage? How does she know Tommy was up above the lake in an area which were made sadly, like the disappearance of Mary Boyle, we may never have an answer about what happened to Tommy that day, and no doubt it is still very much held in the hearts of the people who loved him.
Then and now.
Tommy, if you're still out there wandering those rocky crags, it's time the head of pale home.
So follow the son till you get there.
No, I'm going to take us to Scotland and to another child who was visiting his grandparents one day when he went missing. And that's the case of Sandy Jardine Davidson. Sandy disappeared on the twenty third of April nineteen seventy six, when he was three years old, whilst playing in the back garden with his younger sister, Donna. The children were in the care of the grandmother who lived in the
Bawtry Hill area. The children were playing with the family dog, kissing that was still even a puppy at the time. The puppy ran off and the children followed to look for it. When the dog returned home with Donna but without Sandy, the children's grandmother raised the alarm. Sandy's father said, the years have passed like minutes since my son chased the family dog down with Granny's gate almost forty years
ago now and vanished. It was just a fIF A space ship came down, took him up and took him away. I think about Sandy all the time. The children went out after the dog, and only Donner and kiss he came back. Andy's nickname was Sheepskin because he had this massive, blonde, curly hair. It looked like a sheepskin rug. He was a lively wee thing. It was only a year between him and his wee sister and they always got on well together. I think about the things I've missed out
on with him. I never got to take him to football or anything like that. He was named after Sandy Jardine. He was my hero. He was coming up to his fourth birthday when he vanished. My mother and father in law lived two doors down from us, and we dropped Sandy and Donner off there. They were playing in the garden with the dog and the gate was open. Somehow Sandy went out after the dog and never came back.
I was working laying the road for the motorway. My brother in law came over and said he needs to come home. Sandy's gone missing. I just dropped everything and run. We were all up all night trying to find him. You never think something like this will come to your door. It was terrible. We searched for years all around Irvine. We just couldn't let it go. Over the years, various appeals have been made and numerous bits of information have
been passed to the police. A neighbor working in his garden at the time told officers that he saw Sander leaving in a car with a strange man, but the boy didn't seem distressed, so he thought nothing of it. But despite other new witnesses coming forward over the years, Flinny's family had never been told anything concrete about what happened to their boy, and that's the hardest thing for them to hear. Phil said, you don't get over something like this. It's the not knowing. We have no idea what.
Happened that there.
He's coming back, and in some ways, after forty years, you almost give up, but at the same time you can't help.
But hope.
I'd give anything to see him again. If Sandy was to walk through that door, I'd be the happiest man in the world. It's a long long time ago. He's not forty four to me. He will always before now possible suspects. We have to look first at the family, and this will be a hard one for some people to digest. But we've got to question Sandy's grandmother to see what details that she could provide. Why were the children playing unattended that day? How long was it before
she noticed Stanley was missing? Had there been an incident at the home that was covered up and the dog story was used to explain Sandy's disappearing us But then we'd have to ask how the grandmother could have hidden Sandy for all of these years. You know, I think we need to reinterview the neighbor who said he saw Sandy with a strange.
Man getting into a car.
He wouldn't be the first neighbor, a family friend who was a child and beeknownst to the parents, he had ample opportunity. He lived close to the home the children were visiting. But I'm und shure what his motives was. I don't know anything about the man, you know, whether he's known to the police.
Or not at the time.
In our modern age, we are aware there are children out there that can be attacked by preducers in the street, but it's very different in the seventies, and many child abductions are carried out by a neighbor. We'd have to look at a long stranger like Robert Black again, who traveled the country in his van, who happened upon the children as they played. He'd he offer to help Sandy find his dog. You know, God's son.
Jump.
I'll take you to wear us are. It's just up the lane and I'll bring you back where you up. Or she might get away with those some of the words Sandy heard that day. I don't know, but for me, the logical explanation would be to look at a long stranger in the area. All that neighbor they would seem to me to be the utmost suspect. And Sandy, if you're out there, it's time to go on, son. Your mum's waiting, you see, he's on one.
Pop it.
Let's be having you in our final mystery tonight, we have a case that should be paramount in our memories when we speak of child abduction cases in the UK. But in this case, the four kids that went missing were just working class girls who lived in the slums and streets of West Ham during a time when Jack the Rippo was in every penny newspaper and the lips
of every person in London. Sadly, at that time, another man's was roaming the streets talking to young females, taking them from their homes and using them for ill gotten needs. During the eighteen eighties and eighteen nineties, four young girls disappeared the East End of London. The first to banish was Mary Seward fourteen, and she vanished while searching for a four year old by just like Sandy and Scotland.
The second was Eliza Carter, twelve, who was reported to have been terrified of a man or of returning home. The blue dress that she'd been wearing was recovered from west Ham Park, although the buttons had been sliced off, but she was never seen again. The third to disappear was a friend, Clara Sutton. The fourth was Amelia Jeff's fifteen, who lived on the same street as Mary Suard. However, Amelia or Milly as she was known to a friend and family, she was found violated and strangled. All of
the girls knew each other from the area. In twenty sixteen, there is a book that came out called Rivals of the Ripoff and it was by Dr John Bonderson, and he puts bart with the theory that a building named Joseph Roberts was a key suspect in the murder of Amelia Jeffs, and he was also responsible for both the west Ham vanishings and another series of horrible crimes against
young girls in Walthamstoff in the eighteen nineties. In Carol G's Silver Strange Secrets, she notes that the second girl to disappear, Eliza Carter, who was twelve, returned briefly before her disappearance to tell her school friends that they meaning the fairies, a kidnapped up and now forbade us to go home. Other reports noted that Eliza had been terrified of a man, or simply of returning home. Whoever it was she was terrified off. It seems she had good
reason to be, because Alibral we've never seen again. However, the blue dress that she'd been wearing was recovered from west Ham Park and all of the buttons had been sliced off. It this very little information on the girls, so I've done my best to put together a timeline and as much information as possible in each case, and as I said. The first girl to go and missing in the area was Mary Seward, who disappeared on the
thirteenth of April eighteen eighty one. According to an article in The tong with Herold, the neighborhood have played so Stratford and west Hamry in Essex is much disturbed by the mysterious disappearance of a young girl named Mary Seward, who lived with the parents at ninety eight West Road, Playstone. She went out that evening in search of her nephew, who would also have disappeared that evening, and could not
be found. The little boy was just four years of age and the son of an elder sister who also lived in the same streets, was missed after he was playing for some time outside the house, and Mary was asked by her mother to go out and see if she could find him. She went out about six o'clock in the evening, and the last that had been seen or heard of her since is that she was knocking at various doors, asking the people if they'd seen anyone or if they'd seen her nephew, but no one saw
her after that. Later on, the little boy was found and brought home by some children, but Mary never returned. Searches had been made for her by her parents, and they now greatly feared that she's been either being abducted or taken out of the country in some way. Now, despite a dedicated search by police, her family in the locals, no hint as to what calamity had befallen her would
be found. By June eighteen eighty one, the parents were being forced to face the heart rendering possibility that she'd fallen victim to a gang of people traffickers who had apparently been active in the area for some time. On the ninth of June eighteen eighty one, the North Devon Journal expanded on this theory in an article that was titled the Decoying of Young Girls.
Is afoot.
As a result of a considerable amount of information has been obtained leading to the belief that sometime passed a systematic attempt at kidnapping young girls has been going on
in that district. They can, it is said, scarcely be doubt that the girl Seward has fallen victim to the prowlers, working men holding good positions in the Victoria Docks, that for many years they have heard cases of girls, the children of men employed at the docks being met by strange men and women who had endeavored to get them away under the pretense of being able to find them
good situations abroad. I think in all that flowery language is what they're saying is they know that there are men and women around those docks that were taking girls, probably promising jobs you know, you want to go in an errand for me that kind of thing, and that
they would vanish and go missing for years. With regards to Mary Seward, her father states that he had received information from a woman who positively alleged that she knows a man by sight who has on various occasions visited the place for the express purpose of procuring young girls
to go abroad. All this Victorian language, she further says, adds that he is associated by a woman and always seems to have plenty of money, and that he will pay a good price for the assistance or for the girls, and that he prefers obtaining girls from twelve to fifteen years age. So between the lines there what we're looking at as a man and a woman working as a team that are procuring young girls twelve to fifteen years
of age. Mary's mother added that she'd received information on numerous attempts that someone had tried to entice girls away to invite them into houses, and that one of the common methods adopted is to stop a girl offer a money to take a letter to a certain house where she would be drawn in and not permitted to return.
So far as the inquiry's respecting her own child had gone, information has been received that when last scene she was near some roundabouts inquiring for her little nephew, many very respected persons a further given information that their children had not only been accosted, but ran after by a man
in the weeks before Easter in the roundabout area. Missus Hughes, resided near the roundabouts, stated that on the Monday evening before Easter, two days before Mary disappeared, she sent her little girl on an errand rather late, and she came in in a terrible frightened state, saying that a man had run out after her for some empty unfinished buildings, and he crossed the road and tried to lay hold of her. And remember those empty buildings, they'll become very
important later on. Other similar cases were also reported in an article of the Worcester Journal dated the eleventh feb eighty two, which said the little girl named Mary Seward was last seen in the immediate Vicinitta, and it is alleged that on the night of her disappearance, the shrieks of a girl were heard near the locality. Mary Stewart, who was a height of four feet six inches, is said to be pale and thin, with dark brown hair which is waved across the forehead and curly behind. She
has irregular teeth and they're very discolored. Her eyes are dark with thin eyebrows, and she has a semi circular half an inch long scar on her right cheek bone and ear. She was wearing a black cord dress that opened down the front, trimmed with braid, a black cord apron, small pink and white woolen shawl, a black straw hat,
and button boots. A thirty five pounds reward would be paid for information leading to her discoverer, and from the night she disappeared to the present day, no clue whatever has been found, and there the matter would no doubt have ended if it hadn't been for the fact that within a year a second girl would go missing in
the area under the same equally mysterious circumstances. On the year twenty eighth of January eighteen eighty two, another girl by the name of Eliza Carter, aged thirteen, also vanished. On Saturday. She was playing with a friend from school. As it was getting dark about five pm. Eliza Carter said to her friend that she was afraid to go home, so they walked her within fifty yards of that home.
It was at the same place in April, a year earlier that Mary Seward was last seen spot near west End Park, a place near some old abandoned buildings near the roundabouts, and at the time of her abduction, Alies had been staying at her sister's house, located on the very same street that Mary lived on. When her absence was reported to the police, inquiries were made and a general search took place of all the lodging houses and
empty premises in the district. On the following morning, a boy walking through the park picked up address from which all the buttons had been cut off. This had been identified as having been worn by the child at the time of her disappearance, and it is supposed by the police that it was taken off in order to hide the identity of that child. On Sunday, directions were given for dragging the pond in the park and other pools of water in the district, but although this was done
very carefully, nothing was discovered. Eliza attended Canon Scott School and the police believed the same person that adducted Mary Steward had also taken Liza. As she was known, Liza had a fair complexion, her hair was brown, her eyes blue, and at the time she went missing, she was wearing a small gold earring with drops in her ears, and her navy blue dress had a speckled pattern large black buttons.
She also wore a.
White straw hat trimmed with a slate colored statin and blue stockings and high laced boots. The Evening Standard reported on the sixth eighty two there was an update with new information, as it appears that before playing with her school friend, she'd been missing for about seven hours. Whereabouts
during that time were not known. Her parents were very poor and the child had been in the habit of sleeping at her other sister's house, who lived on West Road, and on the Saturday in question, she left her sister's house at about half past ten to go home to Church Street, whichus she was delivered in some mangoling and for people who don't know that it's it's launderer now.
Eliza did drop off that mangling, but then nobody saw her till five pm when her school friend named Harol was going along port Way when she saw the girl and said to her that she'd been away all day and was timid of a man and afraid to go home. So he walked within forty yards of the house with us, and whilst on their way there, a man described as tall with a high hat came up and said to Eliza, Hello, Eliza,
how was your mother? And then he passed on. Harold left Eliza at that point and returned home.
Later.
Her dress with the buttons CTF was found in a spot where the football match had been played on the Saturday, so they knew that it wasn't there before dark or it would have been seen by someone, so she must have been killed that evening. The paper also made reference to an assault that had taken place in west Ham Park on the twenty first of Jane eighteen eighty two. The victim was described simply as a young girl that had been enticed away by a man and detained for
four hours until it was dark. The police at west Ham apprehended the man and a woman at Stratford on a charge of ing enticing children away. The man's name is Warren. He is a chemist and a druggist, trading at Victoria Dock Road. On Saturday, he went in a cab with a woman to Great Eastern Nord, Stratford and then got out, leaving the woman in the cab and walked towards Maryland Point School. He was observed by a gentleman named Harris, a contractor, trying to take a little girl,
whereupon the gentleman interfered with this and stopped it. Eventually, both the man and the woman were arrested. The most high profile case among the west Ham vanishings was the murder of Amelia jets And. Emilia was a fifteen year old girl and she disappeared on January the thirty first, eighteen ninety and she was found murdered and violated in a empty house on the port Way two weeks later,
on Friday the thirty first of January. Amelia had been sent out to purchase a fish supper from a shopping church road about a quarter of a mile from where a family lived, and when she failed to return, a concerned parents launched a search of their neighborhood, and by the next afternoon the police were also looking for her.
A fate would.
Remain unknown for almost two weeks. The houses built along the new Port Way Thoro Affair were unsold and abandoned and left empty. The caretaker, Samuel Roberts, let police Sergeant Fourth and PC Cross into the building to search for Miller, but claimed to have lost the key to number one two six. The police officers climbed in through a window and they found her partially decomposed body in a cupboard,
and she'd been violated and then strangled. Millie's inquest was held at the King's Head Tavern in west Ham Lane, where Josie Roberts, a builder who had employed his elderly father Samuel as the caretaker, but certain that the girl had been murdered elsewhere, as there had been carpenters working in the empty houses. But Millie's boots were clean, indicating that she'd been let in through the front door by the killer using a key, rather than through the mud
at the back, which invalidated his story. And if you remember, he was interviewed as a suspect in a number of missing girl and murders at the same time, and it was his father who was the caretaker. The coroner suspected his father had something to hide and shared police suspicions against the Roberts family. A verder of murder was returned against a person or persons unknown, and then in August of eighteen eighty two, Clara was last seen in the west Ham area of London. Clara was adopted by a
woman when she was an author. She left home when she was twelve thirteen and found work at Rokeby Estate in west Ham, so basically she left aged twelve women into service. A woman contacted her adopted mother in late August and told her that Clara had found a new job in Brentwood, but her mother was un an built to contact this lady and Clara was never seen or heard from again. Prior to her disappearance, Clara was friends with Mary Seward and frequently asked for updates on her disappearance.
Now there's no more information available concerning Clara, and I find this really sad. These cases are different from Mary's, Tommy's and Sandy's We have to look at the people who knew them really well possible suspects. I think I think we can rule out a family member, as each girl was away from home at the time she vanished, and each was seen by other people away from the home. I think we should look closely at family friends and
community members. They would have access to the girls and could have known all four of them as they lived in the same streets that these children were taken from. It is far more likely to be a man from the local community who fitted in rather than a stranger. The girls were poor and would have happily run an errand for something offering a few coins, and there is mention of this from several witnesses. A few pennies to take a letter to the home containing the worst kind
of man was often used as a ruse. You know, at first he may not have had murder in mind. Like the antlies of this world, they don't look further than the end of their fantasy when they commit crime. What you do after you've had your away with her? I'd you shut her up, I'd you stop her from telling and spilling your secrets. Or it could have been a younger man, a school friend, perhaps tempted by the girl and took her, you know, for his own and
a moment of panic he took her life. But if this is so, we probably have more than one killer to look for in these missing girl cases. I mean, unless he went on to make the same mistake four times, but I don't think that's credible for me. The caretaker who didn't open the room Amelia who was founding, has to be the prime suspect, or his son Joseph, who did have a reputation in the area. Unwomen and girls
stayed well clear of him. Why did the caretaker claim that he didn't have the key to that Was he lying or was it taken and used by the man who owned the property, his son. It would have been easy enough to lure the girls to the building. He could have told Mary the child she was looking for was there and maybe they should go and look for him. Clara was a timithole and would have done as she was told by a man of stature, and Eliza was known to run errands for people in the area for
a few coins, as did Amelia. In the cases I have shared tonight, I have used the information I've gathered over the years in due profilely inter view techniques, and many of the common known factors when it comes to child murders. These are my own thoughts and theories as the ponder the cases allowed. The first suspect in child abduction is always living in the home of a family member or in the child's home directly. They fit in with the area. They don't stand out as weird or strange.
They usually live within the central location to the crimes, and I would suggest we look at the occupants in the streets where Mary and Eliza were living. Joseph or his father, the caretaker, both lived in the same streets as the girls. Our murderer must have knowledge of the abandoned houses where Amelia was found, so I would suggest studies maybe that he was a laborer or a handyman of some kind. He may have had daughters himself at home. We were playmates of the girls, so they were known
to it. But you know, we cannot rule out the important fact that the area is just north of the River Thames, which makes this setting ideal for an unknown stranger hunt in the streetsbury thrill. You know, no, you'll be off out of port in the next twenty four hours. But in conclusion, our murderer lived among his prey, exactly like any predator will do, animal or otherwise. Sadly, all of these cases are closed and there is no evidence
now they could be tested or retested. The coat with the buttons cut off would have been ideal, as would any of Amelia's clothing. Tommy Jones and He's clothing when he was found might have yielded some clues which, in the age of you know, familiar genetic testing, we could probably trace a murder suspect no matter where he lived in the world. Dogs would have been placed on the scene and a huge door to door investigation would have
taken place. There would be a geo fence in place for the area the children lived where they were last seen, which will tell the authorities which mobile devices were within that fence at the relevant time. I've even seen cases where door Dash and Just Eat deliveries have helped to find a missing child. My heart goes out to each and every childhood be spoken about tonight and to their families who have missed them dearly and in some cases
still do. I also beseech whoever I need to to bring them some answers and some quiet to the torment and to the missing children themselves. I want you to know it's okay to go over now. I ask your ancestors to cherish and love you for eternity. Your story has been told. We recognize you, we know you're hurt and your loss and your pain, and we wish you to be free of that. He's trying to walk home,
little one. I found tonight's episode quite emotional, and it is with a very heavy heart that I wish you all well and hope you will join me next week if you can. Until then, have a wonderful week, and I will see you again very soon.
Good Night, everyone,
