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...murder Wilson had in fact tapped the till of $76,000. U.S. Labor Department investigators promptly made an appointment to meet Youngren at his office that night for further questioning. When they showed up, the office was dark. They found Youngren's body in a rest room, a bullet wound in the head, a .45-cal. pistol on the floor. Near by were a will and a note Youngren had scrawled to his wife: "I know this is the coward's way out, but I'm going to take...
...Leigh) who is dying of tuberculosis, and the intrusive ardor of a romantic girl who is pursuing her own phantom of love. Around Ivanov, vivid, vulgar, irascibly self-absorbed neurotics drown boredom in vodka and talk, the opiate of the Russian gentry. Ivanov punctuates their endless sentences with a bullet in his brain...
...south of Liverpool, two unusual scenes in the courtroom signaled its high importance. For one, Britain's Attorney General, the country's highest law officer, who normally prosecutes only major espionage cases, was on hand to try a criminal case. For another, a newly erected shield of bullet-resistant glass surrounded the prisoners' dock. Behind the glass sat the defendants: Ian Brady, 28, a skinny stock clerk, and his blonde mistress, Myra Hindley, 23, a shorthand typist. Both pleaded not guilty to the charge of murdering a 17-year-old youth and two children whose bodies were...
...hour later Jennifer was still wide awake. This was going to be another of those nights. She got out of bed, went to her bag, took out the small bottle and stared at the tiny, bullet-shaped red capsules. Seconals. Should she try one? She felt her heart pound, but she swallowed it and rushed into bed. Then she felt it! Oh, God! It was glorious! Her whole body felt weightless. Her head was heavy, yet light as air. She was going to sleep . . . sleep . . . oh, the beautiful little red doll...
...marks of man's incursion on the wilderness are by now unmistakable -bullet-riddled trail signs, garbage-strewn campsites, carved-up tree trunks and paint-smeared rock faces. To Mrs. Margaret Robarge, wife of a Seattle postal clerk, such wanton destruction, which she first encountered on a pack trip into Washington's Cascade Range nine years ago, smacked of "wreckreation." Outraged, she decided to set up the Good Outdoor Manners Association...