Word: crime
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...thousands of viewers in the Los Angeles area, station KTTV's impromptu 90-minute crime show last week was better than the big networks' M Squad, Dragnet or Highway Patrol had ever been. Instead of Lee Marvin. Jack Webb or Broderick Crawford, they saw two real hooch-soaked hoods with six hostages as they held out in a tense siege by 150 real cops and FBI agents in an Inglewood dive just outside Los Angeles...
...corpus delicti means not the body of a victim but the "body of the offense," i.e., evidence that the crime in question has been committed. Even in murder cases that evidence can be circumstantial. In California over the years, at least five defendants had been convicted of murdering victims whose bodies were never found...
...Under a new California law, a jury that convicts a defendant of a capital crime must then decide, in a separate proceeding, between the death penalty and life imprisonment...
...Crime does pay, especially when-as in this novel-it is 1) skillfully packaged as fiction, 2) taken by the Book-of-the-Month Club, 3) sold to the movies before publication, and 4) optioned by a Broadway producer. The payoff in this case goes to John D. Voelker, 54, a justice of the Michigan Supreme Court. Using the pseudonym of Robert Traver, he writes out of 23 years' experience as a trial lawyer and county prosecutor in Ishpeming (pop. 9,400), a mining center set amid the rocks, swamps and forests of Michigan's Upper Peninsula...
...crime of the book takes place in the glacier-gouged peninsula, at a tiny resort village called Thunder Bay. One midnight beautiful Laura Manion-who is described as vaguely resembling Marilyn Monroe-comes staggering up to the trailer she shares with her Army husband and mumbles through bruised lips that she has been raped and beaten by Saloon Keeper Barney Quill. Her husband, Lieut. Frederic Manion, stuffs a Luger in his pocket, marches into the saloon and coolly shoots Quill dead...