Word: beds
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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When arrested. Mrs. Fortescue was a woman of iron. Once on the Alton, however, her nerves went to pieces and she was put under the care of a physician. She sobbed and cried on her bed. Her speech was so broken and incoherent that her attorney, Montgomery Winn, could talk with her only a few minutes at a time. Lieut. Massie sat by her hour after hour, trying to console and assure her. Her hysterical condition was aggravated by her anxiety for her husband, Major Fortescue, ill with pneumonia in far-off Manhattan. She wanted him by her side when...
Stiffly sitting around a white bed in a small sanatorium at Frankfurt-am-Main last week, a deposed king, a discarded queen, a prince & two princesses silently watched tragic death end the tragic life of their mother. As if two abdications, bitter hatred and widowhood had not brought her enough pain, Dowager ex-Queen Sophie of Greece, 61, died slowly, painfully of cancer. In Doom, Holland. ex-Kaiser Wilhelm, denied permission to visit her, coughed with bronchitis, shivered with fear that the disease which had taken first his father and now his sister might some day kill...
...means of a faked warrant bearing the seal of the Chemical Warfare School in Maryland. He was taken to the Massie cottage in Manoa Valley where he was put into a tub of water, shot and allowed to bleed to death. His corpse was undressed and wrapped in bed sheets from which all laundry marks had been clipped. To support their theory the police announced that they had found Kahahawai's brown cap in the Massie home, a bloody towel in a closet, an unhinged door,.a bathroom freshly mopped, a bed stripped of sheets and a coil...
Hernia operations normally require six weeks of convalescence, the first two in bed, the next two in a wheel chair. Less than two days after operating on himself, Dr. Kane walked to the operating room, assisted Dr. Cleveland in a major operation on a woman patient...
...author of methodical English murder stories, well deserves to be considered an Old Hand. His gradual fame spread long ago to the U. S., was fanned when curious newshawks discovered that the late President Wilson, stalwart Fletcherite, was wont to read him into the small hours in the Presidential bed. No extremist, no strainer after gruesome effects or heart-clutching surprises, Author Fletcher tells quietly a plain and fairly plausible tale, introduces no supermen, no omniscient gods of the crime world. If you are tired of Sherlock Holmeses and their attendant Watsons you may find Author Fletcher's detectives...