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...pretty American victim and a jet-setting suspect from a dazzlingly wealthy British family. The case could have been a thriller co-written by Agatha Christie and Evelyn Waugh. It began three weeks ago when a motorist in a lonely part of Exeter Forest stumbled upon a headless, bullet-ridden, badly decomposed corpse. Police eventually determined that the victim's beige cotton T shirt had been made in Morocco and her pink polyester shorts purchased in San Francisco. Then they received a call from an informed source suggesting that those clothes might belong to California-born Monika Zumsteg Telling...
...Geissler did not help their cause much when they spoke to the American Society of Newspaper Editors in Denver last May about why newspapers should subscribe to U.P.I. Said Robert Maynard, editor and publisher of the Oakland (Calif.) Tribune: "They shot themselves in all four feet with one bullet...
...three long days last week, the mourners, eventually 300,000 in all, filed past his glass-covered coffin at the Aquino family home in a suburb of Manila. What they saw was not pretty. Aquino's body had been embalmed, but the marks of the assassin's bullet were still horribly visible on his face. When the body was moved to a nearby church, where it would lie in state until Saturday, some 30,000 people joined the procession, chanting, "Ninoy! Ninoy!" and, in scattered instances, "Himagsikan!" (Revolution...
...hopes of resuming his opposition to the autocratic regime of President Ferdinand Marcos. But Aquino, 51, feared that he would be turned back or arrested-or worse. So, as his China Airlines Boeing 767 from Taipei approached Manila International Airport, he ducked into a washroom and slipped a bullet-proof vest under the same white safari suit he wore when he left three years earlier. "I'm O.K., I'm protected here," he said as he patted his torso. "But if they hit me in the head, I'm a goner...
Tadashi and I had left the bullet train, on which we got to know each other, at Niigata and had taken a limited southwest down along the blue Sea of Japan. At the coastal city of Itoigawa we caught a primitive local that followed the Fossa Magna, that grand cleft dividing interior Japan, up into the Hida range. The train chugged upcountry, passing through hot-spring villages where station names were no longer in Roman letters, passing the jade mines at Kotaki. The railroad paralleled the Himekawa, a river that seemed to flow granite, so stony and gray...