One night in 1943, London police on robbery detail stopped a seedy little man for routine questioning and seemed to have stumbled on the solution of a murder in Portsmouth, 65 miles away. Harold Loughan—a brash habitual criminal—volunteered the information that he had crept into the rooms above the John Barleycorn pub three weeks before and, in committing a robbery, had strangled to death the pub's owner, Rose Robinson. "It's a relief to get it off my mind," he told the police. "I didn't mean to kill the old girl, but you know what it is when a woman...
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