Hi Caz,
Yes, good point. Blotchy was never identified, in spite of Cox’s fairly detailed account and the fact that he and Kelly had probably been out together in public earlier that night.
There’s a photo of him somewhere – either on this or the other recent Crossmere thread – I honestly can’t remember which… they all morph into one after a while! Fisherman, I think, thought it was likely the face of a killer – but I have to say he looks quite unremarkable to me. Then again, to be fair, I’m not sure I subscribe to the curious notion of ‘criminal features’ that I’ve seen bandied around in Crossmere discussions – I don’t think many people do these days.
But I digress…
In context, the idea that either Paul or Mizen would recognise Crossmere again is improbable:Neither of them knew him; neither of them had ever seen him before that morning to the best of our knowledge; neither of them was with him for very long; both of them were focussing on other matters; the lighting conditions were poor; and human memory is notoriously unreliable. Even if, as you say, one or the other of them had picked out Crossmere again, how would they have proved anything? What was there to prove? I don’t think he had anything worry about in terms of detection.
I find that the problem with the Crossmere theory is that it’s built entirely on conjecture – conjecture built upon conjecture, in fact. Fundamentally, it rests upon an underlying assumption that Crossmere was a murderer and therefore a psychopath [where B doesn’t necessarily follow A in any case] for which there is no evidence at all. Every counterargument is addressed – if at all – with a convoluted explanation which has been constructed in order to make the theory ‘fit’ The major ‘pins’ that apparently hold it all together appear to be made out of silver paper.
None of it works unless you accept to begin with that Crossmere was a murdering psychopathic genius. It’s reached the point at which it’s almost possible to predict what Murdering Charlie would have done according to 'Team Lechmere' –
So , we might reasonably ask, for example, how Crossmere could possibly have known when lying to Mizen about a policeman in Bucks Row that there would really be a policeman in Bucks Row? Surely it was a bit of a risk?
But no! Au Contraire – Murdering Charlie had [of course] spent many weeks learning the beats of the policeman throughout the whole of the East End – such was his evil genius – and so knew perfectly well that another policeman would be on the scene by the time Mizen got there.
And possibly - although this is conjecture at this stage pending ongoing research – MC had also observed Mizen – and therefore knew that Mizen would dally before making his way to the murder site.
Finally – and most genius-tastic of all – MC had secretly watched Paul on his way to work and calculated the exact time he would need to stop crouching over the body of his latest victim – because of course, she wasn’t the first – and place himself in the middle of the road so as to look like an innocent carman.
There’s safety in numbers, after all.
The story of Murdering Charlie is so fabulous [literally] that I fear common sense will have a hard time competing.
Practically zero, Sally, I'd have thought. Nobody ever found the distinctive blotchy man with red whiskers, who was actually seen entering MJK's room with her, did they?
Apparently, Paul would suddenly have become the cop's best friend and found his fellow carman with no trouble at all, even if Mizen by any faint chance had not been paying full enough attention to Cross to recognise him again. Maybe Cross had one of those faces nobody could possibly forget - in which case foul murder on the streets was not perhaps what he ought to have been doing with his life.
But I digress…
In context, the idea that either Paul or Mizen would recognise Crossmere again is improbable:Neither of them knew him; neither of them had ever seen him before that morning to the best of our knowledge; neither of them was with him for very long; both of them were focussing on other matters; the lighting conditions were poor; and human memory is notoriously unreliable. Even if, as you say, one or the other of them had picked out Crossmere again, how would they have proved anything? What was there to prove? I don’t think he had anything worry about in terms of detection.
I find that the problem with the Crossmere theory is that it’s built entirely on conjecture – conjecture built upon conjecture, in fact. Fundamentally, it rests upon an underlying assumption that Crossmere was a murderer and therefore a psychopath [where B doesn’t necessarily follow A in any case] for which there is no evidence at all. Every counterargument is addressed – if at all – with a convoluted explanation which has been constructed in order to make the theory ‘fit’ The major ‘pins’ that apparently hold it all together appear to be made out of silver paper.
None of it works unless you accept to begin with that Crossmere was a murdering psychopathic genius. It’s reached the point at which it’s almost possible to predict what Murdering Charlie would have done according to 'Team Lechmere' –
So , we might reasonably ask, for example, how Crossmere could possibly have known when lying to Mizen about a policeman in Bucks Row that there would really be a policeman in Bucks Row? Surely it was a bit of a risk?
But no! Au Contraire – Murdering Charlie had [of course] spent many weeks learning the beats of the policeman throughout the whole of the East End – such was his evil genius – and so knew perfectly well that another policeman would be on the scene by the time Mizen got there.
And possibly - although this is conjecture at this stage pending ongoing research – MC had also observed Mizen – and therefore knew that Mizen would dally before making his way to the murder site.
Finally – and most genius-tastic of all – MC had secretly watched Paul on his way to work and calculated the exact time he would need to stop crouching over the body of his latest victim – because of course, she wasn’t the first – and place himself in the middle of the road so as to look like an innocent carman.
There’s safety in numbers, after all.
The story of Murdering Charlie is so fabulous [literally] that I fear common sense will have a hard time competing.
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