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“Edinburgh was a very old fashioned city in the seventies...there’s no mobile phones, there’s no CCTV, there’s none of the hi-tech gadgetry that now accompany our lives.”  Tom Wood “... it wasn’t the fashion capital of the world, it was flares stripy tops that type of thing, the licencing laws hadn’t been liberalised.  Very much Edinburgh shut down after about 11 o’clock at night when the pubs emptied.Frank Mulholland QC, Lord Advocate And what happened after closing time one night in October 1977 would make one of those pubs infamous – The World’s End.At the time, however, it was much like any of the other dozen or so tourist serving pubs on the High Street.“It was right on the corner of what was essentially the boundary of the Old Edinburgh and the New Edinburgh back in the middle ages and that’s why it was given the name, The World’s End. Allan Jones, Former Det. Superintendent, Lothian & Borders PoliceIt was a small, no-nonsense but yet still character-full boozer. Many young people were attracted by the dance floor just past the open bar area. One evening, on 15 October 1977, four young girls – a mixture of school friends and work mates – were enjoying a night out in Edinburgh. But as teenagers, and just under the age limit to buy drink, they couldn’t always get served. “...they’d have a drink, sometimes they wouldn’t...They were doing what we all used to do at that time - looking to see where the action was, where the parties were going to happen.   Remember, no mobile phones, no social networking.  So you were out and about in the pubs meeting people, meeting pals...what are we going to do next?...Whose going to have a party?...They ended up in The World’s End.”Tom Wood, Former Det. Chief Constable, Lothian & Borders Police Christine Eadie and Helen Scott had known each other since they childhood, had been to school together and were the best of friends – both loved teen pop stars Donny Osmond and David Cassidy. But whereas Christine was a petite, pretty and vivacious party girl, Helen was slightly younger, and slightly quieter.  “Helen was pretty much a country girl, even though...we lived in the city, she wasn’t in to the latest fashion...she was quite happy...just putting on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt.She loved animals...children...she was absolutely passionate about, things that needed help more than anything else.”Kevin Scott, Helen Scott’s brother By about half past nine, the four girls had had a couple of drinks, but weren’t drunk. The pub was packed with perhaps over 250 people having a good time. Just in front of the front doors there was a seating area and that’s where the four of them sat.Helen and Christine kept the places of the two other girls, Jackie and Toni, as they went to the toilet. That’s when two men in bell bottom trousers and small short tops approached. They talked to Helen and Christine.When Jackie and Toni returned from the toilet they asked Helen and Christine if they wanted to go to a party to which they’d been invited. But Helen and Christine were now chatting with the two men and said no. “Unfortunately that was probably one of the worst decisions they would have ever have made in their short lives.” Allan Jones At closing time, around quarter past ten, Helen and Christine exited the pub. A policeman on his beat that night remembered seeing Helen and Christine and two young men approach them. They all moved off down the high street and disappeared down the adjacent St Mary’s Street.Helen and Christine were never seen alive again.