The Impossible Murder of Julia Wallace

A Bizarre Phone Call and a Perfect Alibi?

On the evening of January 20, 1931, William Herbert Wallace, a 52-year-old insurance agent and avid chess player, received a strange message at his Liverpool chess club. A man identifying himself as "R. M. Qualtrough" had called, asking William to meet him the following night at an address in Mossley Hill to discuss business. The next evening, William dutifully set out to find the address, only to discover that it didn't exist. After a fruitless search, he returned home around 8:45 PM.

He found the front and back doors to his house securely locked. After finally gaining entry, he was met with a horrific sight. In the parlor, lying in a pool of blood, was his wife, Julia Wallace. She had been brutally bludgeoned to death. The room was in disarray, and a small amount of money had been taken, but there were no signs of a forced entry. The timeline was incredibly tight, leaving police to wonder how a killer could have entered, committed the murder, and left without a trace in such a short window.

A Husband on Trial

Suspicion quickly fell on William Herbert Wallace. Police theorized that the "Qualtrough" phone call was a fabrication, a clever and elaborate ruse designed to create an ironclad alibi. They believed William had murdered his wife before leaving for the chess club, then staged the phone call and the subsequent wild goose chase to throw them off the scent. Despite his protestations of innocence and the lack of any direct evidence linking him to the crime, William was arrested and charged with Julia’s murder.

The trial was a media sensation. The prosecution argued that William was a cold, calculating killer, while the defense maintained that he was a grieving husband, the victim of a mysterious and cunning murderer. The jury ultimately found him guilty, and he was sentenced to hang. However, in an unprecedented decision for the time, the Court of Criminal Appeal overturned the verdict, citing that it was not supported by the weight of the evidence. William was freed, but he lived the rest of his short life under a cloud of suspicion, and the murder of his wife remains officially unsolved to this day.

TRANSCRIPT:

Julia Wallace MANDY

Mandy: [00:00:00] Imagine a murder so tangled that nearly a century later, people are still arguing over what actually happened. A fake phone call, a husband on a wild goose chase and a wife found bludgeoned in a locked house with no signs of forced entry. Follow that up with a timeline that only gets weirder the more you stare at it. 

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Mandy: Hey guys, and welcome to the Moms and Mysteries podcast, a true crime podcast featuring myself, Mandy, and my dear friend Melissa. Hi, Melissa. 

Melissa: Hi Mandy. How are you?

Mandy: I'm doing well. I am two cups of coffee in on this lovely Saturday morning and ready to tackle the day 

Melissa: I love that. 

Mandy: this. 

Melissa: I don't have any caffeine in my house except for sweet tea. So I'm chugging on sweet tea this morning and I don't know how that's gonna go. So,

Mandy: So, 

are 

you out of Diet Coke or are 

we on a, oh, we're not quitting. Okay. 

Melissa: but here's a fun thing. I actually tried to quit Diet Coke when I had surgery a couple weeks ago because I'm like, I'm on pain medicine so I won't even have a headache from caffeine.

All that, three or four days in, my sister [00:01:00] comes over and brings me a McDonald's Diet Coke and I was back on the sauce like That 

That was all it 

Mandy: Such an enabler. 

Melissa: She really is, and I appreciate that 

Mandy: Yes. All right, so we'll get into the story for this week. It all started with a phone call to a chess club. A man calling himself RM Quatro, called the City Cafe in Liverpool on January 19th, 1931. The voice on the other end of the line was low and gruff, and he was saying he needed to reach someone named Mr.

Wallace about a matter of business. He gave an address, which was 25 Menlo Gardens East, and he asked that Mr. Wallace come see him the next evening around seven 30. The only problem was there was no street called Menlo Gardens East. But that one phantom phone call would unravel into one of the most confusing, debated, and impossible, really murder cases in British history

the next night, Mr. Wallace's wife

Julia, would be found [00:02:00] bludgeon to death in their parlor and police would be stuck with a puzzle that just really did not add up. The times didn't line up, the doors didn't behave like they should, which we'll get into a little more. And the one address that might have helped to explain everything didn't even exist. But before we get into what actually happened, let's talk about the walles themselves. This really wasn't some scandalous couple with skeletons in their closet. This was just two mild mannered people living a quiet life on Wolverton Street. And by all accounts, this was a couple who really adored each other.

Melissa: Julia Dennis Wallace had already lived a few lives before tragedy ever came to her door. Born April 28th, 1861 in North Allerton, England. She was one of seven children, though only four survived into adulthood. By 14, she'd lost both of her parents.

She'd trained as a governess and carved out a life for herself that was steady, respectable, and proper. You have a note here about governess. I think you're right that it was like a live-in [00:03:00] nanny at the time.

Mandy: Yes, 

Melissa: In 1911, Julia met a tall intellectual insurance agent named William Herbert Wallace. He described her later in writing as dark haired, dark eyed, full of energy and vivaciousness. He went on to say quote, she filled every corner of the picture. I had dreamed of that one woman in all the world, the nicest way I've ever 

heard anyone in one of our stories described. Yeah. absolutely. So they married in 1913 and after World War I, they moved into a small red brick house at 29 Wilton Street in Anfield. A suburb of Liverpool,

Mandy: I will say though, Melissa, going back to that comment about how sweet it is to describe someone that way and to be thought of that 

way, I feel like every time I ever

hear like super romantic words that were said about someone's spouse, it was always from this time period like we need to bring 

back talking to people the way they did in

1913. 

Melissa: I would absolutely agree with you, hearing like that, she fills up this [00:04:00] picture. It's such a vivid. Idea of like how we think of partnership and stuff. Especially like when you're first falling in love and stuff. It's just really sweet. So Julia was musically talented. She loved playing the piano and loved performing for friends.

William was an intellectual who tinkered with chemistry experiment in his home lab. That sounds terrifying. And he taught lectures at Liverpool Technical College and read books with big words. Just for fun. A journalist once called him a stoical philosopher, romantic.

He was quiet, maybe a little socially stiff, but he was devoted to his wife.

Mandy: January 19th, 1931. Started off normally enough that evening. William went to the City Cafe for his usual chess club meeting between November and February. The club hosted a second class championship, and these matches started just before 7:45 PM While he was there that night, a waitress named Gladys Harley answered the phone. [00:05:00] The person calling wanted to speak to Mr. Wallace, So Gladys passed the phone to the club president and the man on the phone introduced himself as RM Quatro and he said, I want to see him. I've got something in the nature of his business that I want to talk to him about. when they asked this man on the phone for details, he just simply said, could you ask him to come around to see me at about half past seven tomorrow night, I wanna discuss this business and if he would come around to my house, we could probably settle it on the spot. So the club president jotted down what the man said, and wrote down the address, 25 Menlove Gardens East Mosley Hill. And the caller added that he was too busy to call again, he said it was his girlfriend's 21st birthday, so he was gonna be busy and he hung up. 

Melissa: Okay, 

come on now. You're, you. Ha. You cannot make this call again. You can't call the guy's house. How do you know he's at this social club? I have so many questions about 

how business was handled. Then like, just come to my [00:06:00] house.

Mandy: right? 

Melissa: person

Mandy: But then I would be scared, right?

Like we can settle this on the spot, like I'm not coming 

Melissa: I

know. 

What does this mean 

Mandy: So when William did finally get this message later, he said he didn't recognize the name or the address, but being that he was an insurance agent, he thought, you know what? New business is, good business. So he made a note to himself to keep this appointment and to go to this man's address, even though he had no idea who he was or what this business was actually about.

Melissa: So the next day, January 20th, 1931 was a totally ordinary day. That is until it wasn't that morning. William left the house around 10 30 to collect insurance payments. He came home for lunch and went back out again around three 15. Julia had tea with her sister-in-law that afternoon between four and four 30, and then she had a bread delivery that came at four 30.

Around six o'clock, William returned home for tea. He left again sometime between six 30 and 6 45, and headed out the back door as usual. [00:07:00] Four. His appointment, he said Julia locked the door behind him as was their custom, and that he'd reenter through the front. When he got back, he boarded the first tram at Belmont and West Derby Road.

He switched trams twice. once at Smithtown, then Penny Lane before reaching Menlove Avenue. there. He started hunting for the mysterious address. Menlove Gardens East wasn't just hard to find. It actually didn't exist. There were Menlove Gardens, north, south, and West, plus even a Menlove Avenue, but no East. So around 7:00 PM he knocked on the door of 25 Menlove Gardens West and asked for Mr.

Quatro, but no one by that name lived there At 7 45, William spoke to Constable James, Sergeant asking for directions. The officer told him bluntly, there is no Menlove Gardens east, so good luck on that. And the officer suggested that he checked the post office directory on Allerton [00:08:00] Road, but that was no luck and there was no directory available.

William then asked a nearby tobacco and newspaper shop. The manager later told police this was at eight 30, The William said it was eight o'clock. He eventually gave up boarded the trams home, and arrived at Wilton Street around 8:45 PM and that's when the night really cracked open.

Mandy: When William tried to unlock the front door, his key wouldn't turn, which is something he says had never happened before. He knocked and started calling Julia's name, but he got no response from her. So he went around back and noticed that the kitchen door was also bolted. At this point, William was worried and he started banging on the door until the neighbors Mr.

And Mrs. Johnston came outside. He explained that both doors to the house were locked and he couldn't get inside. 

Mr. Johnston told him to

try again, and this time when he did, the bolt slid loose and he was able to open the back door inside. William called out for Julia, [00:09:00] but there was again, no answer. He moved through the kitchen and then into what The Evening Express called the kitchen proper, which I guess is something maybe they had a 1913.

It's kind of a kitchen living room hybrid, which I feel like is. A lot of how houses now are just kind of designed with like open concepts where everything kind of like flows together 

instead of being really closed off. When I first bought

my house, my, um, I don't know if you remember this, but there was like a wall.

We ended up taking it down. Um, but it

did make my kitchen like a very closed off room of its own almost. And I was 

like, this is really weird. Like, I want to take this wall

down and this wall down and, uh, make this thing open wide up. But I guess they had two kitchens in this house that they lived in, 

So after he couldn't find her in any of these rooms, uh, he entered the parlor and at this point it was dark, so he had to strike a match to be able to see. And when he did that, this small flame really shed light on a horrific scene. Julia was laying face down near the unlit gas fireplace. Her head [00:10:00] had been bludgeoned so severely that her skull was crushed. There was blood on her skirt and a dark pool of blood on the carpet Underneath her. William turned on the gas lamps and knelt down beside her and lifted her arm. He was searching for any signs of life, including a pulse, and when he didn't find one, he ran outside to the Johnstons and said, come here and see.

She has been killed by the time police arrived. The scene at 29 Wilton Street looked like a riddle made of blood and bad timing. The parlor was dark except for these gas lamps that William had just turned on. Julia was fully dressed and she was lying diagonally across the rug. her head injuries were so brutal that fragments of bone and brain tissue were exposed at around 9:50 PM Professor McFall from the University of Liverpool arrived to examine the body. His report was clinical but horrifying. It read in part, the left side of the head above and in front of the ear was badly battered in [00:11:00] a large open wound, half an inch by three inches, bone and brain substance protruding at the back, a great depression of the skull with severe wounds. He noted that Julia's hands were cold, but her upper arms and body were still warm. Rigor Mortis had started in her neck and upper left arm, which caused her head to become fixed to one side by about 1:00 AM. Based on that, Dr. McFaul estimated that she had died around 6:00 PM and he later broadened that range to sometime between four and eight, but he said it was absolutely no later than 8:00 PM. There was no sign of forced entry, no sign of any struggle, and there wasn't a single neighbor who said they heard anything. And we're gonna get into more of this story after a quick break to hear a word from this week's sponsors.

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Melissa: And now back to the episode. 

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Melissa: So before the break, we were discussing how this one strange phone call to a chess club sent 

William Wallace on a wild goose chase to a fake address [00:12:00] Menlove Gardens East, while his wife Julia stayed at home. When he returned that night, both doors were oddly locked and Julia was found brutally bludgeoned in the parlor.

There was no forced entry, no struggle, no witnesses and the medical examiner's timeline put her death right around the time that William claimed he was riding around the city on trams. Investigators walked through the house with William. He pointed out that a cabinet in the kitchen had been ripped from the wall and that a cash box was short for one pound notes, though all of the silver coins were still there, nothing else appeared to be missing. Then came the really weird stuff in the bathroom. Police found a small blood stain. It looked like maybe the killer had tried to wash up, but there were no wet towels and no visible sign of a cleanup.

Later theory suggested the blood had just been tracked in by an officer, but still scientists agree. Whoever killed Julia would've been covered in blood, at least on their arms and torso. [00:13:00] Superintendent Moore tested the front door with William's Key and he managed to open it, but noted that the lock was defective, which explained why William couldn't get in earlier.

Police removed the bathtub, sink and pipes for examination and collected fingerprints from around the house. On January 21st, detectives brought in Jane, Sarah Draper, the couple's part-time housekeeper to look to see if anything was out of place.

So she immediately noticed that two things were missing. The kitchen poker and a heavy iron bar that usually sta near the fireplace. That iron bar was quickly assumed to be the murder weapon. When asked William said She must have thrown the poker away with the ashes. I don't know anything about the piece of iron in the parlor which doesn't surprise me that a man doesn't notice something's missing.

And then 

this lady who's in their house part-time, iss like this and this are not here 

Mandy: right. He's 

Melissa: at all. 

Mandy: know we had that. 

Melissa: Exactly. So police did release an appeal asking the public to look out for [00:14:00] discarded bloodstained clothing. But then came the issue of timing, which would really define this entire case.

The milk boy who was there before Alan Close told police he saw and spoke with Julia at 6:45 PM A newspaper boy confirmed seeing Alan there, and because of his delivery route, he couldn't have arrived any earlier than six 40. So basically they're piecing all this together by who saw who, when, and when was that actually possible?

So that means that Julia was alive for nearly an hour after investigators believed the murder must have taken place. So that just changes their whole timeline. But then the police had Alan reenact his route with a stopwatch in his hand. Based on that timed walk, they decided he'd actually reached the Wallace home at 6:31 PM which is a nice little adjustment that reopened a 15 minute window that was wide enough for murder.

By early February, investigators had already locked in on a suspect. On February 2nd, 1931, William was arrested [00:15:00] and charged with his wife's murder.

Mandy: At an arraignment the next day, prosecutor Bishop laid out his theory. He said it is the suggestion of the prosecution that the ominous message was sent to Wallace by himself. It emanated from a call box within two or 300 yards of the house in which Wallace lived. So he argued that William had disguised his voice and claimed that he was someone else to set up an alibi for the following night. He wanted that call to match how long it would've taken him to walk from his house to the Cafe Bishop. Even mocked William's claim that he hurried home after he failed to find this fake address. He said, why should he become suspicious that something was wrong at home because he failed to find some address he received from a third party?

I cannot imagine. I suggest that he, in fact, knew what was wrong at home. William pleaded not guilty, and he called the accusation monstrous and said, I could not gain one possible advantage by committing such a deed. On the [00:16:00] contrary, I have lost a devoted and loving comrade. The trial opened on April's 22nd, 1931 at Liverpool's St.

George's Hall. The crown built a wall of circumstantial evidence. They pointed to the bizarre phone call, the timing of that milk Boy, the Missing poker and a

Macintosh coat that they had found under Julia's body And then there was also that defective front door lock, But they actually had a problem, and that was that there was no blood on William's clothing. But to kind of come up with an answer for this, They came up with what ended up becoming an infamous theory, which was that William had stripped, naked, put on this tan Macintosh raincoat, then bludgeoned Julia to death, and burned part of the coat afterwards to destroy the evidence. And he reminded the court that men have been known to commit crime in naked states.

So, I 

mean, maybe that was more of a thing in 1913, so it might've made more sense.

Melissa: I mean, maybe I feel [00:17:00] like we're,

we're, we're going a little deep 

Mandy: Yeah, the judge actually floated a different idea, and that was that Julia, who was sick with a cold, might have worn her husband's coat for warmth and that it fell off when she was attacked. Williams defense attorney Roland Oliver, shredded this case really point by point. He told the jury there was no motive, no financial strain, no infidelity, and really no tangible proof beyond the police suspicions. William testified in his own defense and described his marriage as being affectionate and calm. He said he left for the meeting after patting Julia's arm and telling her that he wouldn't be gone long. 

But juries back then in the 

1930s didn't always need a lot to go

On On April 25th, after just one hour of deliberation, they returned with a verdict and they found William guilty. The judge sentenced him to death by hanging.

Melissa: Within days of his conviction, Williams' lawyers filed an appeal [00:18:00] arguing that the verdict went against the evidence that the judge had misdirected the jury, and that key exhibits had been improperly admitted.

The hearing came fast, early May, just a few weeks after the trial and on May 20th, 1931, three appellate judges handed down their decision. The Lord, chief Justice spoke for all of them saying the conclusion to which we have arrived is that the case against the appellant was not proved with that certainty, which is necessary in order to justify a verdict of guilty.

Therefore, it is our duty to take the course indicated by the statute. The result is that this appeal will be allowed and this conviction quashed after only 91 days on death row. William walked out of free man. Outside the courthouse. He told a reporter quote. I just haven't had any feelings.

All day. I am beyond feeling. It's enough that I'm back with my relatives and friends who know me. When asked where you go next, he said, I don't know where I'm going. I only know that I'm free. [00:19:00] His brother told reporters they were taking some time to bring him somewhere quiet, a place that he's not known, hoping that he could just forget the ordeal before returning to what was left of his life.

The very next day, May 21st, Liverpool police announced that they would not reopen the investigation. Julia Wallace's murder officially was still unsolved. William lived less than two years after his release. He died in February of 1933 after a long illness.

But before that, he wrote publicly about the torment of being both acquitted and condemned at the same time. In 1932, he said, quote, had I known as I do now, the mental torts, that would be my lot. I would've preferred death. The highest judges in the land set me free. But in the streets, among my friends and acquaintances, there are those who still regard me as a creature to be shunt.

Quote. And in another article. William had said, I know the murderer he's capable of and [00:20:00] has reason for attempting to remove me before I place him on the dock where I stood. And this one sentence lit a fuse that's still burning almost a century later. Because William wasn't bluffing, he actually had already named the man he suspected of killing his wife.

And that was Richard Gordon Perry. And we're gonna get into who Richard Gordon Perry is and everything that happened next, after one last break to hear a word from this week's sponsors. 

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Melissa: And now back to the episode,

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Mandy: Despite the shaky evidence against him, William Wallace was arrested and quickly convicted of his wife's murder, and he was sentenced to hang. He appealed and the verdict was ultimately overturned. But Freedom didn't clear his name And before he died, William made one last claim. He said he knew exactly who killed his wife, Julia, and it wasn't him. It was some guy named Richard Gordon Perry. So who was this guy, Richard? Well, he was a 22-year-old insurance agent and a former colleague of Williams at Prudential. [00:21:00] The two men had actually known each other for years. Richard had been forced to resign after it was discovered that he was pocketing money and falsifying records, and one of the people who caught him and was responsible for him losing his job was William Wallace. Richard knew that William attended the chess club at the City Cafe because his own drama group actually met there, and he himself was there often for lunch. He really knew the rhythm of Williams evenings. After Julia's murder, William himself told the police to look into Richard, but investigators just kind of shrugged it off. Richard's fiance, Lily Lloyd, had actually given him an alibi and said she was with him that night, and that was good enough for the Liverpool police at the time, except it actually wasn't true. Years later, after William already died and after Lily and Richard had split up, she went to William Wallace's lawyer and told him the truth, which was that she had lied. She said she actually wasn't with Richard on the night Julia was murdered. In fact, she was at [00:22:00] work.

She was working as a pianist at the Cozy Cinema that evening. And that's really something that the police could have verified in minutes if they had known. And once that lie unraveled, other stories started surfacing In 1931, a Liverpool radio Station. Radio City aired a program arguing that Richard Perry had killed Julia Wallace. The station interviewed a car mechanic named John Parks, who claimed that on the night of January 20th, 1931, Richard had shown up in his garage in a frenzy and was demanding that his car be cleaned immediately with a pressure hose.

He wanted the full workup, so while he was washing it, this man, John Parks said that he actually found a bloody glove. Richard snatched it out of his hand and said if the police found that it would hang me. So according to John, Richard then confessed that he had killed Julia And that he hid the murder weapon outside of a doctor's office and wore fishermen's, waiters and an oil skin coat borrowed from two people. One of them [00:23:00] was a police officer, and this was to keep the blood off of his clothes. John said he kept quiet because his boss told him to, but when William Wallace was convicted, he went to the police and told him everything. The officer who listened to this reportedly said, I think you've made a mistake. And that was really, that

Melissa: are they inferring that he borrowed a whole like

outfit 

Mandy: basically, that's what it sounds like. Yeah. That he, in order to not have his own clothes covered in blood, he 

wore other people's clothing. I, I

guess, 

Melissa: Imagine somebody asking you to borrow something and then you find out they used, 

they just needed a cover up. 

Yeah. 

That's crazy. But really there's more. Richard's sister later told the Liverpool Echo that police had looked at her brother. They'd even searched his car And examined gloves found inside, but no charges were ever brought. And decades later in 1966, Richard himself spoke to crime writer Jonathan Goodman. He claimed that on [00:24:00] the night of the murder, he was fixing his car in Breck Road.

Then he admitted something else and that's that he used to actually visit Julia Wallace alone to sing while she played piano and that William never knew about this. If that's true though, it really changes everything because it means Richard wasn't some random acquaintance or you know, insurance salesman.

Somebody kind of knew it meant he'd actually been inside the house. So he knew the layout. He knew Julia. So that would be enough really for her to open the door. He is not a stranger. But what's left of this case is a stack of evidence that really refuses to sit still. If you start with that call, the voice was described as being low, strong and gruff, but the cafe operator who connected the line, which I forgot, that was a thing that they connect lines like this, gave a different description Then the waitress and chess club president, it was traced to a phone kiosk, just a few hundred yards from the Wallace's house, which was close enough for the [00:25:00] prosecution to say, well, who else could it be? You know, it's that close to their house. Then there are the doors. That effective front door lock was proven by police themselves. Superintendent Moore could open it only with little effort. That alone undercut the prosecution's claims that Wallace staged the lock door drama to feign, surprise the cash box supposedly robbed, still had silver coins inside the missing four one pound notes later turned up upstairs.

They were tucked inside a vase, one that was stained with human blood Police suggested it might have been transferred accidentally during the investigation, but it's never definitively been proven. Boy am I glad we are further in the ways of how we take care of a crime scene, how police deal with these kind of things.

'cause it's just like every two steps in the story, they're like, oh, actually somebody could have just touched this. Somebody could have moved this. The blood's from this, the blood's from that. Maybe he wore a jacket, maybe he didn't, you know, he killed somebody naked. It's just crazy. And as far as the missing poker and the [00:26:00] Iron Bar, which was really the most logical weapon, neither of those was ever recovered. And then there's the coat, and that coat was found partly under Julia's body saturated with blood, even scorched in places.

Though the fire beside it hadn't been lit, the crown insisted. It proved that William had worn it while attacking her. The judge actually suggested the opposite, that Julia, who was sick at the time of the cold, might've wrapped it around herself for warmth, and it fell off when she was struck.

Mandy: The timing was also a total mess. If Julia was killed near 6:00 PM William couldn't have done it. He was at home drinking tea, but people saw her alive after that. And if it was closer to 6 45, he was boarding a tram. But if the police were right about their reenactment and she died around 6 31, that could be possible.

But the problem is that's a 15 minute window to commit an incredibly violent murder, plus clean up lock up, and make every tram connection on time without a single witness seeing anything. So it does seem [00:27:00] a little bit farfetched, but the question of motive is the biggest hole of all really. William didn't stand to gain anything financially.

Both he and Julia had money in the bank, and their marriage was by all accounts, quiet, but very affectionate. There was no affair. They didn't have any debt, and there was no insurance windfall that was worth killing for. Meanwhile the alternative. Richard Perry had motive, he had opportunity, and he had a temper. He had lost his job because of William, and he knew Julia. He knew the city cafe and its phone, and he had a history of lying, theft and later threats of violence. So who actually killed Julia Wallace? Nobody can really say with absolute certainty. The court of appeal found the evidence too thin to hang a man on, but they didn't exactly exonerate him either. They simply admitted that the pieces didn't fit. Nearly a century later, Julia's murder remains [00:28:00] unsolved And William's name was never truly cleared. While Richard Perry was never officially charged with anything.

Melissa: What seems like such a delicate time that everyone's like patted her on the arm, on the way to chess club and this and this and this, and then it's like somebody got bludgeoned in their 

home. That's so freaking violent. That is so wild and scary. Especially, I don't know, it really doesn't sound like William had any reason to do it.

Mandy: It doesn't, but then it's also, I mean, the 

most logical explanation is

that he mur. I can see why people would think that it was 

him and that all this riding around on trams and

everything, it does seem like a setup for an alibi because, you know what I mean? Like it does kind of seem like, and I'm, and yeah, 15 minutes is a small window to commit a crime, but it's 

Melissa: right. 

Mandy: not impossible.

Melissa: Well, here's a thought, and you might have already thought of this, but my brain tells me that it's a brand new idea, so I'm excited. I, it would [00:29:00] make sense if this guy did call the chess club, gives a fake address, he knows the guy's in insurance, and then it sends William on his way looking all around.

He goes over to the house and then kills his wife as like some act of revenge or you know, 

against, you know him. I'm sticking to that one actually. I think that makes a lot of stories and I would like to travel back to 1931 and have a few minutes with the police officers. I've got a theory.

Mandy: There you go. You could have solved this case easily. 

Melissa: Before we go this month, we are doing over on Patreon and on Apple Podcast subscriptions and on Spotify subscriptions. Um, we are doing Florida Man stories from the show. It's Florida Comma Man. 

Um, on HBO Max, we're covering those. We just cover one last week called Saucy, and it's literally about Ragu sauce.

And this week we're covering one called Toes. I can't give any more away than that, but people seem to be really loving [00:30:00] it. And so this month we're doing, um, those stories and it's just so, so fun. So if you've ever thought about joining our little Patreon or Apple Podcast or anything like that, this is a great, uh, month to do it.

Mandy: Yeah. Yeah. These stories are truly unhinged. I thought the first one Saucy that we 

did was already crazy. And

then when you suggested this one, uh, for this week, toes, I, I'm at a loss for words, but I'm gonna come up with several words for, uh, our talk about it.

Melissa: Yeah, we're making Mandy watch tv. This is just, it's all 

Mandy: It's great. Yeah. 

Yeah.

All right guys. Thank you so much for listening this week. We will be back next week. Same time, same place. New story. 

Melissa: Have a great week.

Mandy: Bye.