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ОглавлениеIn 1921, when most fifteen-year-old boys were either in school, working to support their families, or hanging out with their friends, Harold Jones was on his way to becoming famous. For murdering two little girls.
The eldest of four children, Harold was born in January 1906 in Abertillery, a poor Welsh mining town fourteen miles north of Cardiff. In 1843, major industry came to the town with the sinking of the area’s first deep coal mine at Tir Nicholas Farm, Cwmtillery. Abertillery developed rapidly from a farming town to a center of the South Wales Coalfield. In the 1901 census, the population stood at nearly twenty-two thousand, and reached almost forty thousand by the 1930s. Like many of the men in the area, Harold’s father, Phillip, was a coal miner, and his mother a housewife.
In school, Harold was popular and very good at sports, with aspirations to become a professional boxer. He spent much of his spare time reading or playing the organ at church services. He didn’t fit the classic profile usually found in the childhoods of those who grow up to kill: he didn’t torture animals, start fires, or wet the bed, and he wasn’t abused by his parents or bullied by his peers. He was an ordinary boy with friends, a job, and a girlfriend. At fourteen, he left school and went to work for Mortimer’s Stores, an oil-and-seed merchant close to where he lived. He did this to help support his family financially. This was common in small Welsh mining towns, where life was hard and money was scarce. (Our grandfather was removed from school by his parents when he was fourteen and sent to work in the sawmill.) Harold was punctual, worked hard, could manage the shop by himself, and was well-liked by customers. Despite his young age, he was the ideal employee.
But he had a darker side.
On February 5, 1921, eight-year-old Freda Burnell was sent by her father, Frederick (Fred) George Burnell, to Mortimer’s Stores to buy bags of grit and poultry spice for her family’s livestock. Their house at 9 Earl Street was 375 yards from Mortimer’s Stores, located at 90 Cwm Street (now Somerset Street). She left at 9:05 a.m. and should have returned shortly. When she hadn’t returned after an hour, her worried parents went looking for her, first heading for Mortimer’s Stores, where she was last seen. Harold Jones told them she had visited the store at 9:05 a.m. and he had sold her a bag of poultry spice, but since they only had loose grit, not bags, Freda left to ask her father if loose grit would suffice.
She wasn’t seen again.
Fred Burnell went to the town crier, who announced the girl’s disappearance. Police were informed at one o’clock that afternoon. The station was forty yards from the store. By three o’clock, the police had launched a missing persons search. Harold told the police the same thing he’d told Freda’s parents.
In the evening, the police asked the cinema to put Freda’s description on their screen. It read: “She was last seen wearing a red serge cap with blue velvet underneath, a brown coat, a blue turnover with white stripes, a brown jersey, new combinations [Victorian undergarment consisting of a camisole bodice attached to long drawers], black stockings and black buttoned boots. Her hair was tied up in rags and she was carrying a small chocolate-colored bag of American leather ten to fifteen inches wide and rather deeper. She had a fresh complexion, blue eyes and light brown hair, was somewhat small for her age and weighed about three and a half stone.”
Volunteers got lamps from the collieries to help with the search.
Several witnesses came forward to say they had seen Freda on the morning of her disappearance. Mrs. Mary Ann Wiltshire, who lived at 141 Somerset Street, was repairing the brassware on her doorstep when she saw a young girl whose clothing matched Freda’s passing her house. The girl smiled and walked on.
Twenty-four-year-old Charles Edward Betts, a baker from 20 Duke Street, was leading his horse and cart from his stable at the Cwm Hotel, Alexandra Road, up Cwm Cottage Road, between 9:05 and 9:10 a.m. As he turned up Cwm Cottage Road, he saw Freda on the pavement opposite the Drill Hall, heading toward Somerset Street. He knew Freda and greeted her with “Hello, Jenny Maud,” which was his nickname for her.
The Mortimers’ maid, Doris Hathaway, told police that at 9:15 a.m. she shouted downstairs to Harold that a customer had entered the shop. It was Freda. There were no more definite sightings of her after she left the store.
Freda’s body was found the next day.
On Sunday, February 6, Edward Thomas Lewis, a colliery ostler, left his home at 7 Duke Street at 7:20 a.m. He walked through the lane between Duke Street and Pantypwdyn Road and found Freda’s body in a sack in an alleyway at the rear of 19 Duke Street, three hundred yards from Mortimer’s Stores. There was clearly no attempt to hide the body. Edward knocked on the door of number 17 and asked Samuel Harding to guard the body while he went to the police. Harding followed him to the station. The lane was a wide dirt track separated from Duke Street by a low drystone wall. Wire fencing formed a barrier on the other side, with a sloped field behind it, leading up to Pantypwdyn Road.
Police Superintendent Henry Lewis, Sergeant Arnold, Sergeant Jones, and Police Constables Cox and Tucker reached the scene in minutes. Freda was carried the one hundred yards to her home, where she was examined by Dr. Thomas Edward Lloyd of Abergavenny, Dr. Simon Simons of Abertillery, and Dr. Thomas Baillie Smith, the chief medical officer of Abertillery.
This wasn’t an accidental death. A cord was tied around her neck, and she had suffered blunt force trauma to the head. Her ankles were tied together, her elbows were bound behind her back, and she was gagged. She had been “sexually outraged,” meaning her killer had also attempted to rape her. Whoever had killed her must have wanted her to suffer for his enjoyment. Her estimated time of death was between 9:30 a.m. and 1 p.m. the day she went missing. Traces of corn chaff were found on her body and inside the sack.
Police searched the area, including a nearby shed belonging to Mortimer’s Stores. Inside they found a chicken coop with corn chaff scattered over the ground, Freda’s handkerchief, and sacking concealing the ax handle used to bludgeon her. As with Freda’s body, there had been no attempt to conceal the evidence. The handkerchief was later identified as belonging to Freda’s younger sister, Doris Ivy. Freda had borrowed it the morning she went missing. The shed was obviously the scene of the murder. The town was in shock. A brutal murder of a young child wasn’t something that happened in Abertillery.
The only people with a key to the storage shed were the store’s owners, Herbert and Rhoda, and Harold. Witnesses stated that Harold was not seen inside the store between 9:15 and 9:40 a.m. Two of Harold’s friends, Levi Meyrick and Francis Mortimer (Herbert and Rhoda’s son), said that at 10:20 p.m. on February 5, Jones had told them he needed to lock the shed and invited them to accompany him. However, as they reached the shed, Jones insisted on approaching it alone. They walked through the lane and spotted a sack lying on the ground. Harold reportedly went over and kicked the sack. Was Freda’s body inside it at the time? If so, this seems an incredibly brazen and disturbing thing to do. Since he was the last person to see Freda and he had a key to the shed, Harold was arrested and held at Abertillery Police Station until the coroner’s inquiry.
On the day of Freda’s funeral, Brigadier Thomas Cloud, national commander of the Salvation Army, gave a short service outside Freda’s home. Her coffin rested on a bier in the street, bearing a wreath from her parents. Cloud said, “Satan has devoured the man who has done this thing and he has become a demoniac worse than the Gadarene Demoniac.” (The Gadarene Demoniac was an unclean spirit who possessed a man from the Gadarenes; when Jesus approached him and asked the unclean for its name, it answered: “My name is Legion. For we are many.” Jesus exorcised the demon and sent it into a two-thousand-strong herd of swine.)
There were approximately one hundred thousand spectators lining the streets. The procession was one and a half miles long and took a half hour to reach Brynithel Cemetery. Businesses were closed for the day out of respect. The Abertillery Urban District Council decided to make a public collection to pay for Freda’s funeral. Her epitaph read:
Freda, daughter of F & M Burnell, who met her death Feb. 5th 1921, aged 8 ½. She has gone to be with Jesus, there she’ll know no pain. She is waiting for her loved ones to be gathered once again.
As Freda’s funeral cortège went past, Harold was sitting on a wall, then went to play billiards at Preece’s Billiards Hall.
During the inquest on Thursday, February 24, Fred Burnell said that Harold Jones visited him at home between 6:00 and 6:30 p.m. the night Freda went missing, to see if she had been found. He returned later in the evening and asked again. Harold had once lived two doors away at number 5 and knew Freda, so Fred assumed Harold was concerned and being neighborly. As Harold was the one who had killed her, his motives for doing this must have been to cause Freda’s father more pain. He knew she wouldn’t be found alive.
A few witnesses at the inquest gave evidence stating that they had heard a child scream on the day Freda died. On February 4 or 5 at 9:30 a.m., Fanny Manuel of 106 Princess Street was in her kitchen, two houses from Mortimer’s shed, where Freda was killed. She couldn’t recall which day she heard the scream. The coroner said, “The next question might appear funny to you, but there is a reason for asking it. Was the scream you heard such as could have been made by a chicken?” (Chickens lived in the storage shed.) Fanny replied, “No sir, I have often heard children’s screams, and this screaming was like it, but it sounded muffled.”
Edith Evans of 10 Duke Street said she was in her back garden at 9:30 a.m. on Saturday, February 5. Her garden led into the lane between Duke Street and Princess Street. She said she heard a child’s scream. She listened hard for a couple of minutes but heard nothing else.
Twenty-three-year-old collier Henry Arthur Duggan of 107 Princess Street said that on February 5 at 9:25 a.m. he was in his backyard, catching one of his chickens and returning it to its pen. He heard a short, loud scream, which ended suddenly as though muffled. He thought it came from Mortimer’s shed, which was at the bottom of his yard. He put his ear to the boarded-up window but heard nothing more. Medical evidence suggested Freda was alive for four hours after her assault. It’s believed Duggan suffered a nervous breakdown shortly after.
Hannah Evans, seventy-two, sold her house and storage shed to Mortimer’s, but continued to live in the house. She said Harold was in the shed every morning between nine and nine-thirty feeding the chickens. Her granddaughter Lilian, who helped her on Saturdays, said she saw Harold Jones leave the shed on Saturday, February 5, at 10:40 a.m., an hour later than usual.
Francis Mortimer often helped Jones with deliveries. They would always wheel a trolley into the shed, load it with feed, then go on deliveries. On the day of Freda’s murder, Francis said that Harold had opened the door, but not very wide, as there was a sack in the way. Harold went into the shed by himself, fetched the potatoes, loaded the trolley, and told Francis to go on ahead without him. This was very unusual, since they always went together. Herbert and Rhoda Mortimer were convinced of Harold’s innocence and said he was in the shop making noise, yet Harold had said he was sitting quietly. Rhoda claimed some of the evidence their son had given wasn’t true. It seems bizarre that she would cover for Harold but tell the police her son was lying.
Freda’s death certificate stated:
“1. That the cause of her death was shock consequent upon (a) rape or attempted rape and injuries to the vulva and hymen (b) injuries to the neck and partial strangulation (c) injuries to the forehead and (d) nervous shock and fright.
“2. And do further say that a person or persons to the jurors unknown did willfully and of malice aforethought murder the said Freda Elsie Maud Burnell.”
Walter Walters, the headmaster of Church School, said that “the teachers who had him [Jones] in their charge and myself never found anything to complain of in regards to him. We all found him exemplary, respectful and of good moral character.”
The inquest opened on March 7. Harold gave evidence, but he seemed agitated and kept giving conflicting accounts. The coroner became annoyed with him and told him to tell the truth. Harold said, “I know it looks black against me, but I never done it.” Despite the lack of physical evidence, police were satisfied they had the killer, and Harold was detained until April 5, when he went before the magistrates. He was formally charged with murder and denied bail, being remanded in Usk Prison until the trial.
On June 21, 1921, the trial began at Monmouthshire Assizes. Harold Jones pleaded not guilty. He was calm and collected on the stand, even through interrogation—a stark contrast to his demeanor during the inquest. Henry Mortimer stated that he’d heard Harold and Francis working in the shop before both of them left to deliver a sack of potatoes to a customer at 10 a.m., then later returned to work for the rest of their shift. Harold’s father, Phillip, said that his son had been at home from the time he finished work until the next morning. This was a different story from what Harold’s friends Levi Meyrick and Francis Mortimer had said. Harold’s mother supported Phillip’s alibi for Harold and said that their son had always displayed good behavior toward young girls. He even had a younger sister, Flossie. Certainly nothing in his upbringing or personality even hinted that he was capable of killing a child.
After five hours, the jury found Harold not guilty.
Harold had a tearful reunion with his parents, after which they went to a restaurant for a celebratory meal. Harold apparently stood on the table and addressed the crowd: “I thank you all. I do not hold a grudge against the people of Abertillery for the ordeal I have been put through.” This seems a rather unusual response to being acquitted of murder. He returned to Abertillery in a charabanc—an open horse-drawn carriage—adorned with bunting and flags, to the cheers of the local townspeople. He was given a hero’s welcome. The people of Abertillery could not believe that a nice boy from their small town would callously murder a little girl. It had to have been an outsider passing through, even though there had been no sightings of a stranger, and the police weren’t looking for anyone else. Harold was presented with a gold pocket watch to celebrate his acquittal. His neighbor, George Little, said to Harold, “Well done, lad. We knew you didn’t do it.” George would later come to regret this when his own daughter, Florence, was murdered seventeen days later.
On July 8, Harold saw his little sister, Flossie, playing hopscotch with one of their neighbors, eleven-year-old Florence Little. He gave his sister money to buy a bottle of soda pop from the shop and lured Florence into his house, claiming he wanted her to run an errand for him. Instead, he strangled her, dragged her into the kitchen, beat her on the head with a wooden plank, then grabbed her by the hair and held her head over the sink, slitting her throat with his father’s pocketknife. He wrapped her head and neck in a gray army shirt before hiding her partially clothed body in the attic. He cleaned up the blood from the sink, walls, floor, and attic hatch before washing himself. Harold was obviously a disorganized, opportunistic killer. He didn’t carefully plan the murders but acted spontaneously—and brutally—when the need or opportunity presented itself, such as finding himself alone with a little girl. This was to be his undoing.
At 11:15 p.m., police started knocking on doors, searching for Florence. Hundreds of volunteers, including Harold and his father, Phillip, searched the woodlands and mountains. What better way to deflect suspicion than by joining people in the search for your murder victim? When police asked Harold if he had seen Florence, he told them she had been at his door, then ran off. He’d told her mother the same lie.
At 8 a.m. the next day, Phillip Jones gave the police permission to search his home. He must have suspected his son’s involvement, especially as he had given Harold a false alibi for Freda’s death. While the police searched the Joneses’ family home, Harold sneaked away and met up with one of his friends. The police spied blood on the attic hatch and opened it, discovering Florence’s body lying across the rafters. It was almost completely drained of blood. They continued searching the house and found a blood-stained knife, an egg saucepan beneath the sink that contained blood and water, a blood-stained wooden plank hidden beneath the boiler, and a blood-stained table near the attic hatch. Despite Harold’s best efforts to clean up his crime, he’d done a poor job. Maybe this was due to his inexperience, or he was in a rush, or he was just careless. Hiding Florence’s body in his attic showed his immaturity and haste. Did he plan on moving it later as he had with Freda’s body? Was he hoping his family wouldn’t notice?
After the police found Florence’s body, Phillip went to Mitre Street, to where Harold was talking to others, and said, “Sonny, come here. They have found the body in our attic.” Harold said, “I never done it, Dad.” Phillip replied, “It’s me or you they will blame; come up and face it.” This is an odd thing to say, and it seems Phillip was relatively calm about a murdered child being found in his attic. Phillip Jones took Harold back to the house, where he was arrested by the waiting police.
Upon hearing of his arrest, a crowd of five hundred people gathered outside the police station, demanding Harold’s release. They still could not accept that a well-mannered local boy would do something so heinous, and they accused police officers of setting him up. Superintendent Lewis told the crowd, “I have found the body of the child in the attic of Harold Jones, foully murdered, and I have arrested Harold Jones. I think this is all I can tell you, and it would help us if you disperse and go to your homes.”
A rumor spread that, after Harold was acquitted of Freda’s murder, William Thorne, licensee of the Lamb Inn, had Harold over for supper. William denied this. Days after the acquittal, William’s ten-year-old daughter, Nancy, was standing outside the Inn with her friends Florence Little and Margaret Simons when Harold came over to talk to them. She said that Florence had crossed the street, pointed at Harold, and said, “I know you killed Freda.” Margaret, who knew Freda and Florence well, said that Florence kept taunting Harold that he had gotten away with murdering Freda. Did he kill Florence to silence her? The rest of the town believed he was innocent, yet Florence did not.
The inquest into Florence Little’s death opened on July 11. The cause of death was exsanguination from the wound in her throat. Florence’s mother, Elsie, testified that when she had knocked on the Joneses’ door, Harold took two minutes to open it, claiming he had been bathing. She’d asked him if he’d seen her daughter, and Harold smiled before saying, “Florrie’s been here but went through the back way.” Elsie must have knocked on his door shortly after he’d killed her daughter and washed the blood off his hands, and yet he was calm enough not to arouse her suspicions. The inquest was adjourned until July 23. After thirty minutes, the jury found him guilty of the willful murder of Florence Little. Harold jumped to his feet and protested his innocence. He was again detained in Usk Prison to await trial.
At the trial, Harold pleaded guilty, though the judge then told him, “Don’t plead that for the moment.” Harold’s defense barrister, Mr. St. John Gore Micklethwait intervened and asked the judge to accept the plea. According to the Children’s Act, by accepting the guilty plea, the judge could sentence Harold to be detained at His Majesty’s pleasure. However, if he pleaded not guilty and the trial went on past January 11, Harold would be sixteen and, if found guilty of murder, would hang. Despite always proclaiming his innocence, Harold submitted a guilty plea to save his own life.
Phillip had taken some of Harold’s clothes to the police. In his trouser pockets were seven handkerchiefs that didn’t belong to him. Freda’s handkerchief had been left at the scene of her murder. Harold had used his own handkerchief to lengthen the rope he’d used to haul Florence’s body into the attic. The police apparently had Harold’s diary in their possession, though no mention of this was made at the trial. In the diary were the names of sisters Caroline, Maud, and Minnie Lowman, and Lucy May Malsom, a fourteen-year-old who gave evidence against Harold during the trial for Florence’s murder. It was speculated that this may have been Harold’s “hit list.” The diary was apparently destroyed by the police. It seems suspicious that they would destroy important evidence and not present it at trial. Were the handkerchiefs trophies Harold had taken from young girls? It seems there was more concern over Harold’s reputation than there was over the horrific murders of two little girls.
On September 17, Harold made a written confession to Florence’s murder.
“I, Harold Jones, do confess that I willfully and deliberately murdered Florence Irene Little on 8th of July, causing her to die without preparation to meet her God. The reason for doing so being a desire to kill.”
The trial began at Monmouthshire Assizes on November 1, 1921, with the judge being Justice Bray. The prosecution claimed that Harold committed the murder because he had enjoyed the attention he received from his previous trial and acquittal and that he had made attempts to conceal the evidence in his home, suggesting he knew what he did was wrong.
The trial only lasted for one hour. Jones was detained at His Majesty’s pleasure. As he was fifteen, he was too young to be sentenced to death. (Capital punishment was outlawed in Britain in 1969, with the last person hanged in 1964.) After his trial, another confession was read out. This had been written before the trial. It said:
“I, Harold Jones, willfully and deliberately murdered Freda Burnell in Mortimer’s shed on 5th February 1921. The reason for this act was a desire to kill.”
According to the Sunday Chronicle, after Harold’s conviction, his father Phillip said, “My boy is a champion and I am, and before my boy is twenty-one, he will be back with me. Just change his name and find a fresh place to live in and there you are—everything alright.” Changing names and addresses does not change a person’s character. Phillip Jones either believed his son was innocent or he didn’t care that he was guilty.
During the time of the murders, Harold was having sex with the Mortimers’ thirteen-year-old daughter, Lena. It’s not clear if the Mortimers knew this, but surely if they had, they wouldn’t have given Harold an alibi for Freda’s murder. In prison, he admitted that he didn’t need to have sexual relations or to commit sexual assault to gain sexual gratification. Acts of cruelty and causing death were enough.
The people of Abertillery were wrong. The killer was one of them.
Harold Jones was sentenced to life imprisonment but was released after twenty years against the advice of a psychiatrist, who still considered him dangerous. On December 6, 1941, at age thirty-five, he was released on parole from Wandsworth Prison in London. He joined the merchant navy and, after the war ended, moved to Newport, an industrial town in South Wales, eighteen miles from Abertillery. He would apparently visit his parents, staying in their house for a few days, playing the piano. Some websites claim he visited his victims’ graves, but it cannot be verified. Locals kept their children indoors until he left. In 1948, he changed his name to Harry Stevens and moved to the Fulham area of London. He married, fathered a daughter, and lived a seemingly normal life as a sheet-metal worker with no one, not even his wife, knowing that he’d murdered two young girls when he himself was a boy.
Harold Jones died of bone cancer at age sixty-five on January 2, 1971. He was working as a night watchman under the name of Harry Jones, but, before he died, he told his wife that the name Harold Jones should be put on his death certificate. Was this to cement his infamy? He was buried in Hammersmith Cemetery in London.
Shortly after Florence Little’s murder, Herbert Mortimer sold his shop and moved away with his family. Despite being fully supportive of Harold, the locals ostracized Mortimer for giving him a false alibi, and he struggled with guilt for having done so because it enabled the boy to kill again.
Both girls were buried in Brynithel Cemetery, though their graves fell into disrepair. The girls’ mothers were distressed at the state of the graves. In 2018, local author Neil Milkins raised four thousand pounds for their restoration.
In 2018, in a BBC television documentary, Dark Son: The Hunt for a Serial Killer, Professor David Wilson, a former prison governor and one of Britain’s top experts on serial killers, put forward the case that Harold Jones could also be responsible for the “Hammersmith Nude Murders” in the 1960s. There is some discrepancy as to how many were killed. Most people agree that there were definitely six women murdered between 1964 and 1965, but others claim that two murders which took place in 1959 and 1963 were also the work of the same killer. The 1963 murder certainly shares some similarities to the later murders. The women’s bodies were found strangled and undressed by the River Thames, which led to the press dubbing the murderer “Jack the Stripper.” He is the most prolific serial killer very few people have heard of.
Harold was living in the area at that time and on the same street as one of the men suspected of the crime. The women, who worked as prostitutes, were all choked to death and had their teeth removed; their naked bodies were dumped either on wastelands or in the Thames. Along with former Home Office Pathologist Sir Bernard Knight, retired Detective Chief Inspector Jackie Malton, and volunteers, Professor Wilson set up an investigation into the Jack the Stripper killings. They made their HQ in a chapel in Abertillery. The locals befriended them and told them their memories of Harold Jones and the murders.
Professor Wilson believed that, once released from prison, Harold would continue to kill. The murders were similar to the ones he confessed to. Certainly, circumstantial evidence does lend credence to Harold Jones being the killer: he lived a few streets away from three of the victims and he was a sheet-metal worker, so he would have used the type of industrial paint that was found on the last four of the victims. Professor Wilson and his team tracked down Harold’s daughter. She had no idea who her father really was and described him as “an unassuming family man.” Being quiet and unassuming was exactly what had enabled him to kill two girls and convince a town that he was innocent.
In the Fred Dineage Murder Casebook series, journalist and broadcaster Dineage, who ghostwrote My Story as well as Our Story for the Kray twins (Ronnie and Reggie Kray were London’s most notorious gangsters in the 1950s and 1960s), did an episode as part of his Murders That Shocked a Nation, entitled “Harold Jones: The Welsh Child Killer.” In it, he also suggested that Harold was responsible for the London killings, as did Neil Milkins in his 2011 book, Who Was Jack the Stripper?: The Hammersmith Nudes’ Murders. While Milkins was researching the Wales murders for his book, Every Mother’s Nightmare: Abertillery in Mourning, he discovered that Harold Jones had moved to Hestercombe Avenue in Fulham in the late 1940s, staying there until 1962, when he disappeared again. The prostitutes were murdered in the three-year period when his whereabouts were unknown.
Despite the police interviewing more than seven thousand suspects, they never interviewed Harold Jones. Did they know a convicted murderer was living nearby? The Identikit picture released by the police bears a striking resemblance to Harold. Like the two young girls in Abertillery, the prostitutes weren’t raped, but they did suffer extreme violence. Harold was fifty-eight at the time of the last murder, so was he too old? Child killers don’t usually switch to killing adults, but maybe he killed the two girls in Abertillery because he’d been too young to overpower a grown woman. Did he already have cancer at the time of the London murders? If so, was the cancer diagnosis the trigger? Did he feel he had nothing to lose? If he did have cancer, he would again escape the noose, but this time through death. All of the murdered prostitutes were short in stature and probably easier to overpower. However, Freda Burnell and Florence Little both suffered head wounds, and Florence’s throat was slit.
Unfortunately, despite one of the biggest manhunts in Scotland Yard’s history, the case remains unsolved, and much of the evidence has been destroyed or lost.
The name Harold Jones will always bring back terrible memories for the people of Abertillery. Two girls were cruelly murdered for his own sick pleasure, and his trustworthy, personable facade fooled the town into believing in his innocence. They had no idea that a monster walked among them, until it was too late.
