The only thing that throws doubt on Alphon’s alibi is Nudds dubious middle statement
I think Mrs Lanz, proprietor of the Old Station Inn, Taplow, placed Alphon in her premises on the evening of the crime. If she was correct that would not completely demolish Alphon’s alibi, since he could have returned to the Vienna Hotel later. But it would show that Alphon was lying.
Not that lying was anything out of the ordinary with the cast of the A6 Case. Several of them spent their life operating under aliases, even when this seemed to serve no obvious purpose. Hanratty/Ryan was an inveterate liar who, if innocent of the crime, actually lied his way to the gallows. Alphon/Durrant comes across as a fantasist who found it hard to remember what his last lie had been. And Nudds/Glickberg/Weston seems never to have fully grasped the concept of veracity.
The police themselves have not been above suspicion in this regard either, perhaps as their frustration mounted. Yet they were actually quite fortunate at the beginning of the inquiry, for within 48 hours they had three important material pieces of evidence: Miss Storie was- against all the odds- a surviving victim, able to provide timings, placings and an identification as well as forensic materials on her clothes; the car was not garaged for a month or two but turned up in a public street and should have been a treasure trove of forensic information; the gun and accompanying bullets were not flung to the bottom of a river but helpfully placed on public transport. This was a flying start but the investigation stalled for some time before being kick-started in a Swiss Cottage shopping arcade, and then more fruitfully, the Vienna Hotel.
Despite this unpromising beginning, as we know the police were eventually able to link all three material pieces of evidence to James Hanratty.
Though perhaps not to the level they would have wished. Hanratty’s suit complete with jacket was the missing element: ideally it should have had minute fibres from Miss Storie’s clothes, a bit of bloodstaining invisible to the naked eye, a few matching fibres from the car interior for good measure, and if not a spent cartridge at least some cordite residue in one of the pockets.
I think Mrs Lanz, proprietor of the Old Station Inn, Taplow, placed Alphon in her premises on the evening of the crime. If she was correct that would not completely demolish Alphon’s alibi, since he could have returned to the Vienna Hotel later. But it would show that Alphon was lying.
Not that lying was anything out of the ordinary with the cast of the A6 Case. Several of them spent their life operating under aliases, even when this seemed to serve no obvious purpose. Hanratty/Ryan was an inveterate liar who, if innocent of the crime, actually lied his way to the gallows. Alphon/Durrant comes across as a fantasist who found it hard to remember what his last lie had been. And Nudds/Glickberg/Weston seems never to have fully grasped the concept of veracity.
The police themselves have not been above suspicion in this regard either, perhaps as their frustration mounted. Yet they were actually quite fortunate at the beginning of the inquiry, for within 48 hours they had three important material pieces of evidence: Miss Storie was- against all the odds- a surviving victim, able to provide timings, placings and an identification as well as forensic materials on her clothes; the car was not garaged for a month or two but turned up in a public street and should have been a treasure trove of forensic information; the gun and accompanying bullets were not flung to the bottom of a river but helpfully placed on public transport. This was a flying start but the investigation stalled for some time before being kick-started in a Swiss Cottage shopping arcade, and then more fruitfully, the Vienna Hotel.
Despite this unpromising beginning, as we know the police were eventually able to link all three material pieces of evidence to James Hanratty.
Though perhaps not to the level they would have wished. Hanratty’s suit complete with jacket was the missing element: ideally it should have had minute fibres from Miss Storie’s clothes, a bit of bloodstaining invisible to the naked eye, a few matching fibres from the car interior for good measure, and if not a spent cartridge at least some cordite residue in one of the pockets.
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