Dinah Pearson: Murderer? | John F. Wake

Dinah Pearson

A constable pulled an old man out of the canal, a regular drunk who had fallen in. He was dead. The next task, where to take him? On this occasion, the Mill Lane Dead House was not an option. He and his fellow officers had talked about it for days. The reason? Lying on a slab was the body of a man, an unknown sailor.