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Speaker 1: Like all the places we give names to, the town
Speaker 1: of Tobmendon, located in the Upper Calder Valley in the
Speaker 1: north of England, was conjured into being once non existent
Speaker 1: until one day it was an intangible boundary line thrown
Speaker 1: out over the land, becoming solid and fixed within the
Speaker 1: minds of anyone willing to participate in this fiction. Yet
Speaker 1: ultimately it is as loose as the breeze destined, Like
Speaker 1: everything ever given a name to one day be erased,
Speaker 1: And what even is a fixed point on a planet
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Speaker 1: In truth, nothing is ever truly fixed. Nothing is permanent,
Speaker 1: because if there is one universal constant, it is change,
Speaker 1: a fact easily demonstrated by how a place and our
Speaker 1: associations with it will evolve over time. Take the town
Speaker 1: of Tobmaden itself, once a sustained dynamo of the Industrial Revolution,
Speaker 1: at the heart of the British cotton industry. Today it
Speaker 1: stands as a picturesque and progressive jewel in the thick
Speaker 1: of the Yorkshire countryside, at the heart of a weird
Speaker 1: and vibrant local music scene. Once in a while, however,
Speaker 1: something so extraordinary occurs that, if not able to resolve
Speaker 1: in permanence completely, can leave its mark so deeply on
Speaker 1: a place that it appears destined to shape our impression
Speaker 1: of it forevermore. For Todmiden, that something occurred just over
Speaker 1: forty years ago. Today, it'll be some time before it's forgotten.
Speaker 1: You're listening to Unexplained, and I'm Richard McClain smith. Some
Speaker 1: claim the name Todmerden originates from two old Saxon words
Speaker 1: meaning death, Todd and mort, giving the modern English translation
Speaker 1: of death death wood. Others, however, believed the name has
Speaker 1: a rather more prosaic topographic origin, meaning simply Totter's Boundary Valley,
Speaker 1: being as it is nestled at the confluence of three
Speaker 1: valleys of the Pennines, a rupture of mountains and hills
Speaker 1: that dangles like a crooked spine through the north of England.
Speaker 1: It was there, not far from Tommadon Town Center, late
Speaker 1: in the evening of June tenth, nineteen eighty, that a
Speaker 1: young couple were roused from sleep by a peculiar noise,
Speaker 1: like a great surge of water moving to and fro,
Speaker 1: as they described it, that seemed to be coming from
Speaker 1: somewhere high above their house. Grabbing their jackets, the couple
Speaker 1: raced to the front door and stepped out cautiously into
Speaker 1: the cool night air. A thick mist had formed in
Speaker 1: the sky, from which a light drizzle was now falling,
Speaker 1: through which they could just about hear that peculiar sound,
Speaker 1: now moving further and further away. When all was silent
Speaker 1: once more. The couple turned to head back inside, when
Speaker 1: suddenly there appeared a soft light from somewhere deep within
Speaker 1: the mist, pulsating steadily from green to red. The couple
Speaker 1: watched in quiet awe as the light moved higher and higher,
Speaker 1: and then completely disappeared from view. It was just approaching
Speaker 1: three forty five pm the following day, as thirty three
Speaker 1: year old police officer Alan Godfrey took another drag of
Speaker 1: his cigarette and gazed out at Tobendon's rain splattered high Street.
Speaker 1: Though he loved it here, there was little more miserable
Speaker 1: than being lumbered with street patrol on days like these,
Speaker 1: when the clouds hung dark and low and all color
Speaker 1: seemed leached from the surrounding hills and fields. Then Alan's
Speaker 1: radio crackled into life. It was a call out for
Speaker 1: any officers in the area to make their way to
Speaker 1: Tomlin's coal yard at the back of Tobladen train station.
Speaker 1: Alan answered the corps, telling them he could be there
Speaker 1: in ten minutes, then asked what the situation was. A
Speaker 1: body's being found came back the blunt reply. Alan's eyes widened.
Speaker 1: Taking a final drag on the cigarette, he flicked the
Speaker 1: butt into the street and had just stepped into the
Speaker 1: rain when a patrol car pulled up fast beside him.
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Speaker 1: as they made their way up the long dirt track
Speaker 1: behind the station toward the yard, Pulling into it at
Speaker 1: just after four p m. It was hard to miss
Speaker 1: the ambulance parked up in the center, sitting stark and
Speaker 1: white against the black and gray of the yard. Stepping
Speaker 1: out of the car, Allan and Malcolm put on their
Speaker 1: hats and made their way toward the three men sheltering
Speaker 1: under the coal hopper in the middle of the yard,
Speaker 1: next to which was a large pile of anthracite coal
Speaker 1: roughly fifteen feet high, stacked up against a wall of
Speaker 1: railway sleepers. I think you have a murder, said one
Speaker 1: of the paramedics, glumly. Allyan looked about the yard for
Speaker 1: any sign of the body. It's up there, said another
Speaker 1: of the men, pointing to the top of the coal heap.
Speaker 1: The man was Trevor Parker, the yard owner's twenty five
Speaker 1: year old son. As he went on to explain, he'd
Speaker 1: seem nothing unusual when he arrived for work at eight
Speaker 1: a m. Having stayed at the yard until eleven a m.
Speaker 1: He then left to carry out some checks at the
Speaker 1: family's other coal yards before returning at four p m.
Speaker 1: That was when he saw the body lying in plain
Speaker 1: sight at the top of the central coal pile. He'd
Speaker 1: assumed it was a drunk at first, sleeping off a hangover,
Speaker 1: but then the horrible realization had eventually dawned on him,
Speaker 1: the eeriness of it amplified by the quiet and bleak
Speaker 1: industrial surroundings. Allyn took notes as Malcolm scrambled up the
Speaker 1: sleepers and peered over the edge, then turned back to
Speaker 1: Allan with the strange look on his face. As everything
Speaker 1: all right, asked Allyn. You'd better take a look, replied Malcolm.
Speaker 1: Alan waited for Malcolm to jump down before making his
Speaker 1: own way up, then almost fell back, startled by the
Speaker 1: sight of the man's face appearing only inches from his
Speaker 1: own as he looked over the wall. It wasn't the
Speaker 1: first dead body he'd seen by any stretch, such things
Speaker 1: being an unfortunate occupational hazard, but this was different. The
Speaker 1: way the man's eyes seemed to be staring straight up
Speaker 1: at the sky, along with the slightly parted lips bent
Speaker 1: into a grimace. It looked for all the world as
Speaker 1: though he died of fright. Despite the initial shock at
Speaker 1: seeing the man's face, Alan's professionalism soon kicked in. From
Speaker 1: then on, things only got stranger. Although the man was
Speaker 1: wearing a brown suit jacket, and quickly noticed there was
Speaker 1: only a string vest underneath, while there was something odd
Speaker 1: about the fit of the trousers too, as if they'd
Speaker 1: been buttoned up in the wrong way. Then he noticed
Speaker 1: something else unusual through the man's short hair, which appeared
Speaker 1: to have been cut recently in a rough and crude manner.
Speaker 1: Alan noticed a series of small burn marks no bigger
Speaker 1: than a penny around his crown, and the same type
Speaker 1: of injury on the side of the man's neck, while
Speaker 1: at the nape of the neck there was a small
Speaker 1: open wound and something viscous smeared over the top of it.
Speaker 1: Though there was nothing obvious to suggest the man had
Speaker 1: been murdered, it was odd how clean his clothes were,
Speaker 1: considering he'd been found on top of a coal heap
Speaker 1: in the rain, suggesting that at the very least, whether
Speaker 1: he'd been murdered or not, somebody had put him there
Speaker 1: with no sign of rigor mortis. It was clear that
Speaker 1: whatever had taken place had happened fairly recently. Alan lent
Speaker 1: back and took a moment to gather his thoughts, then
Speaker 1: shouted down to Malcolm to call it in. A short
Speaker 1: time later, as Allan and Malcolm were coordining off the area,
Speaker 1: a Sergeant Neverson and PC Birmingham arrived from the local
Speaker 1: Criminal Investigation Department or CID, along with Jack Parker, the
Speaker 1: owner of the yard, to take a look. They were
Speaker 1: joined soon after by a police surgeon, Doctor AD's Head, who,
Speaker 1: after a rudimentary assessment, was unable to determine the cause
Speaker 1: of death, nor was any wallet or forms of ID
Speaker 1: found on the body. By five thirty pm, another seven
Speaker 1: police personnel had arrived to inspect the scene, including the
Speaker 1: divisional head of CID, Detective Chief Inspector Baynes. Alan lit
Speaker 1: another cigarette and watched them all busying themselves, unable to
Speaker 1: shake the image of the man's terrified face from his
Speaker 1: mind as the rain continued to fall. By six thirty
Speaker 1: the body was finally brought down from the heap and
Speaker 1: taken to nearby Hebden Bridge for a post mortem. After
Speaker 1: taking everything into account, it was concluded that the man
Speaker 1: had most likely been murdered, but just how exactly would
Speaker 1: remain to be seen. As dusk fell across the yard
Speaker 1: and the rain finally eased up, Alan and Malcolm looked
Speaker 1: for clues as to how the man might have got
Speaker 1: to the top of the pile. No cold deliveries had
Speaker 1: been scheduled for the past few days, so there was
Speaker 1: no chance he'd been dumped accidentally from an unsuspecting truck driver.
Speaker 1: As for finding a useful footprint amongst all the scuffs
Speaker 1: and impressions made by the many individuals who had been
Speaker 1: on the site that evening, they could that too. In
Speaker 1: the end, they found only an unfamiliar set of tire
Speaker 1: tracks close to the base of the coal heap that
Speaker 1: Jack Parker, the site's owner, was sure did not belong
Speaker 1: to any of the vehicles used on site. With a
Speaker 1: little else to go on, however, and with CID now
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Speaker 1: doctor Alan Edwards conducted the postmortem on the body. Despite
Speaker 1: the initial suspicions, Edwards came to a startling conclusion the
Speaker 1: man had died simply of heart failure, most likely due
Speaker 1: to a combination of emphysema and yschemic heart disease. In
Speaker 1: other words, he died of natural causes. Edwards determined the
Speaker 1: man's death to have occurred sometime between eleven fifteen am
Speaker 1: and one fifteen pm that day, suggesting that whatever had
Speaker 1: happened had occurred at precisely the moment that Trevor Parker
Speaker 1: was away from the yard. As for the peculiar markings
Speaker 1: on the man's scalp and neck, Edwards suggested they were
Speaker 1: caused by contact with some kind of destructive liquid, most
Speaker 1: likely and acid. Interestingly, these injuries were estimated to have
Speaker 1: been inflicted on June ninth, two days before the man's death.
Speaker 1: Edwards was less sure about the large wound at the
Speaker 1: base of the neck. However, a sample of the strange
Speaker 1: substance found smeared across it was sent to a home
Speaker 1: office lab in nearby Weatherbee for testing. After receiving doctor
Speaker 1: Edwards's findings, CID decided they were not dealing with the
Speaker 1: murder investigation after all, believing instead that the man, most
Speaker 1: likely homeless and in an inebriated state, had simply crawled
Speaker 1: up onto the coal pile and fallen asleep, only to
Speaker 1: then die there. As a result, c I D effectively
Speaker 1: passed on the case, leaving Allan and Malcolm, in their
Speaker 1: capacity as first responders to the scene, with the responsibility
Speaker 1: of finding the man's identity and informing his next of
Speaker 1: kin about his death. For the next few days, while
Speaker 1: ads asking for information were run in the local paper,
Speaker 1: Allan and Malcolm trawed local pubs and shops armed with
Speaker 1: images of the mysterious man, asking members of the public
Speaker 1: if they'd ever seen him before, but no one claimed
Speaker 1: to know him. It was almost a week later when
Speaker 1: Allen was sent the profile of a missing person's report
Speaker 1: whose details tallied closely with those of the unidentified man.
Speaker 1: The missing person was fifty six year old Sigmund Yan Adamski,
Speaker 1: who'd been missing for six days, not from Tommidon, but Tingley,
Speaker 1: a smaller town located about twenty miles away, and so
Speaker 1: it was on June eighteenth, that Allen and the detective
Speaker 1: constable who'd been placed in charge of the case, made
Speaker 1: their way to Adamski's house in Tingley. After arriving at
Speaker 1: the modest property on Hornfield Crescent, the two police officers
Speaker 1: were greeted at the door by a concerned looking young man,
Speaker 1: who promptly invited them inside and dushered them into the
Speaker 1: living room. Allan and his colleague walked into the living
Speaker 1: room to find a frail looking, middle aged woman in
Speaker 1: a wheelchair with a look of intense worry on her face.
Speaker 1: The woman introduced herself as Sigmund's wife, Leo Cadia Adamski,
Speaker 1: but asked them to call her Lottie and invited them
Speaker 1: to take a seat. Still hoping that the police had
Speaker 1: made a mistake, it was only when she saw the
Speaker 1: photos they'd brought of the man in the coal yard
Speaker 1: that the reality of it all came crashing down on her.
Speaker 1: Through tears, she explained that her husband, Ziggy as she
Speaker 1: called him, had gone missing back on Friday, June sixth,
Speaker 1: after leaving the house around three thirty pm to fetch
Speaker 1: some groceries from their local store. His disappearance was completely
Speaker 1: unfathomable to her, since the store was barely two hundred
Speaker 1: yards away, and they were due to attend the wedding
Speaker 1: of Sigmund's goddaughter the next day, something they'd all been
Speaker 1: looking forward to. When Alan explained where they'd found the
Speaker 1: body exactly, Lottie was confused, since she was certain that
Speaker 1: her husband had never even been to Todmidon before. With
Speaker 1: Lottie unable to escort the police back to hebden Bridge
Speaker 1: to formally identify the body, the young man who opened
Speaker 1: the door for them went with them instead. Later that afternoon,
Speaker 1: he confirmed the dead man's identity as Sigmund Adamski. It
Speaker 1: was strange, though, he said, when going through Adamski's clothes
Speaker 1: shortly after, he wasn't wearing any of it when he
Speaker 1: left his house for the last time. His hair was
Speaker 1: also different, with the man certain that it must have
Speaker 1: been cut since he'd gone missing. As for the injuries,
Speaker 1: as the coroner suggested they had indeed happened some time
Speaker 1: after he left the house, it was all a little peculiar,
Speaker 1: to say the least. Later that day, Alan and the
Speaker 1: detective constable turned to Lottie and Sigmund's home to see
Speaker 1: what more they could find out. Both Lottie and Sigmund
Speaker 1: arrived in England as refugees from Poland, having fled from
Speaker 1: the German army's invasion of Poland in nineteen thirty nine.
Speaker 1: The pair had then met in Leeds and eventually married
Speaker 1: in nineteen fifty one. On the day he disappeared, Sigmund
Speaker 1: went shopping in the morning with his cousin Laska, who
Speaker 1: had been staying with him and Lottie for the previous
Speaker 1: couple of months. When they returned, the family sat and
Speaker 1: ate lunched together, after which Sigmund left the house, saying
Speaker 1: he was going to buy some potatoes from the local store,
Speaker 1: something they needed for the food they were going to
Speaker 1: prepare for the wedding. As Lottie recalled, it had been
Speaker 1: a bright, sunny day when she saw her husband for
Speaker 1: the last time, and that he'd taken his wallet with
Speaker 1: twenty pounds cash and had worn a stripy jacket, none
Speaker 1: of which was found on him in the coal lyard.
Speaker 1: The couple had been happy, she said, as far as
Speaker 1: she knew, and her Ziggy a devoted husband. In fact,
Speaker 1: he'd recently decided to retire from work in order to
Speaker 1: become her full time career as she suffered from multiple sclerosis.
Speaker 1: The decision had also been prompted by Zigmund's own ill health,
Speaker 1: namely his chronic bronchitis, brought on by twenty three years
Speaker 1: of working as a miner at the nearby loft House Colliery.
Speaker 1: The mining company had refused his application at first, but
Speaker 1: eventually agreed to the request after an appeal. Lottie had
Speaker 1: received the letter confirming their decision two days after her
Speaker 1: husband went missing. Lottie just couldn't understand what possibly could
Speaker 1: have happened, telling the officers that her husband was well
Speaker 1: liked and respected and had no enemy anywhere. Unable to
Speaker 1: shake the feeling that, despite the fact he died from
Speaker 1: natural causes, something more sinister had taken place, Alan too,
Speaker 1: had begun to suspect something a little more complicated had occurred.
Speaker 1: Soon after speaking with Lottie, Alan and the DC made
Speaker 1: a visit to the local grocery store, where the owner
Speaker 1: confirmed that Zigmund had indeed bought potatoes from his shop
Speaker 1: shortly after three thirty pm on the sixth, making him
Speaker 1: the last known person to see a Damski alive. Back
Speaker 1: at the station, Malcolm was busy calling round hospitals to
Speaker 1: see if they had any record of a fifty six
Speaker 1: year old man fitting Zigmund's description being treated for burns
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Speaker 1: A man Allan knew that volunteered as a sub officer
Speaker 1: at the local fire station, who also happened to work
Speaker 1: at Tomlin's coal yard, told him that he'd visited the
Speaker 1: yard the day Adamski's body was found, around one o'clock.
Speaker 1: The man was adamant that there was no body there
Speaker 1: at that time. Allan quickly realized, if the man's recollection
Speaker 1: and the coroner's calculations were correct, Adamski must have died
Speaker 1: before his body made it to the coal yard. In
Speaker 1: other words, somebody must have put him there. Alan let
Speaker 1: the revelation eat away at him for a few days
Speaker 1: before finally compiling a report of his findings, strongly advising
Speaker 1: CID that they should treat the case as a possible murder.
Speaker 1: In response, a senior CID officer was sent down from
Speaker 1: their headquarters in nearby Halifax to discuss the case with him.
Speaker 1: Their meeting proved to be a very brief one, however,
Speaker 1: when the man told Alan in no uncertain terms to
Speaker 1: forget the case and move on. A little put out,
Speaker 1: but with no choice to accept the man's instructions, Alan
Speaker 1: did his best to forget it and concentrate on the
Speaker 1: rest of his many responsibilities, And though he still couldn't
Speaker 1: quite shake that gruesome image of the terrified look on
Speaker 1: the man's face, he soon began to put the whole
Speaker 1: thing behind him. Then, in September, something else unusual occurred.
Speaker 1: It was Malcolm who alerted him to the front page
Speaker 1: article in the local paper regarding the result of the
Speaker 1: inquest into Sigmun Dadamski's death. The coroner had returned an
Speaker 1: open verdict in the case. It was strange because, as
Speaker 1: far as Alan could make out, the decision had been
Speaker 1: reached without drawing on the vital information he'd uncovered. The
Speaker 1: full report only seemed to cloud things even further. Wherever
Speaker 1: Adamski had been in the five days between leaving his
Speaker 1: house and being found dead, he'd been eating well and
Speaker 1: was found to have only one day's worth of stubble
Speaker 1: growth on his face. He was also judged not to
Speaker 1: have been sleeping rough in that time. No evidence of
Speaker 1: a stroke or any other brain injury was found that
Speaker 1: might account for the suffering of temporary amnesia. As an
Speaker 1: explanation as to why he hadn't returned home, Clearly Sigmund Damski,
Speaker 1: either by his own volition or under duress, had been somewhere,
Speaker 1: and when you take into account the recent and crudely
Speaker 1: cut hair, some one had most liked he beam with him.
Speaker 1: In that time, little was added about the peculiar burns,
Speaker 1: only that it wasn't clear if they'd been inflicted accidentally
Speaker 1: or not. As for the peculiar liquid found smeared on
Speaker 1: the wound at the base of the neck, forensic scientists
Speaker 1: at the Home Office laboratory were unable to identify it.
Speaker 1: By mid November, with the nights having long ago closed
Speaker 1: in and the shadows of the valleys growing darker, the
Speaker 1: fresh chill of winter had descended. On one especially dark night,
Speaker 1: two police squad cars made their way into the hills
Speaker 1: about ten miles east of Tommidon, toward Cold Edge Dams,
Speaker 1: a small spot of countryside just to the north of Halifax.
Speaker 1: Their headlights beamed momentarily through the black hedgerows lining the road.
Speaker 1: They turned in and out of the corners. Inside the
Speaker 1: first vehicle, w PC Julie Baxter and PC Howard Turnpenny
Speaker 1: kept their eyes firmly on the road as they drew
Speaker 1: closer to a local dog kennel where a number of
Speaker 1: stolen motorbikes were apparently being stored. Meanwhile, behind them, PC Porter,
Speaker 1: traveling with his police dock, suddenly found himself distracted by
Speaker 1: a peculiar electric blue light hanging in the sky above them.
Speaker 1: Unable to keep his eyes off it, he couldn't shake
Speaker 1: the sense that it was following them. After finally arriving
Speaker 1: at the kennel, Porter jumped out of the car and
Speaker 1: beckoned his colleagues over to join him. Pointing at the sky,
Speaker 1: he drew their attention to the strange light, now moving
Speaker 1: at incredible speed from one side of the valley to
Speaker 1: the other. And there they stood for the next few
Speaker 1: minutes in the quiet darkness, wrestling with what it was
Speaker 1: exactly they were looking at, until the light turned suddenly,
Speaker 1: swooped down toward them, and shot off down the valley,
Speaker 1: heading toward Todmodon. A week later, but just before ten
Speaker 1: pm on November twenty eighth, down at Tobodon police station. Allan,
Speaker 1: now working the night shift, laced up his standard order
Speaker 1: Doc Martin boots and stood up to check his uniform
Speaker 1: in the mirror. Then, after brushing some dust from the
Speaker 1: shoulder of his jacket and straightening his hat, he headed
Speaker 1: out to begin his shift. It was the night that
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