Word: doored
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...dusk one day last February, a middleaged, professorial sort of man opened the door of his neat, middle-class Frankfurt apartment to a stranger. "Are you Herr Okolovich?" asked the caller, in perfectly accented German. "I am." "Then I must talk to you privately. It is most important." Herr Okolovich ushered the stranger in and offered him a cup of tea. It was brusquely declined. A moment later, switching from German to Russian, the stranger told Herr Okolovich his na.me and business: "I am Captain Khokhlov of the MVD, and I have been ordered to kill...
...fear of fire in the nursery had long haunted Freda Holland. 41, a night nurse at Reading's Dellwood Maternity Home. 36 miles west of London. Early on Easter Sunday, it rose to grip her heart in panic as she opened the door behind which lay her newest charges: 15 babies, none more than nine days old. The room beyond was filled with smoke; flames licked through the floor amid the cribs, and one baby's bedding was already taking fire. Sister Holland screamed for help and rushed into the ward. Another nurse came to help, but they...
...faintly lit West Berlin sidestreet, a man sat behind the wheel of a dark sedan, waiting. A pretty girl carrying two bottles of Coca Cola crossed the sidewalk, glanced back at the sedan before letting herself into the house at 11 Heilbronner Strasse. The heavy, wrought-iron door clashed behind her, and she started up the narrow stairs. Above her there was a sudden sound of thudding feet and labored breathing. At the top of the stairs, a man appeared carrying the limp body of an elderly, bald-headed man. Behind him was a man she knew well-43-year...
...hours later, Frau Glaeske and her mother-in-law returned to their apartment to find the door half open, blood on the floor, and blood on the wallpaper as high as their heads. In the corner, their poodle lay covered with blood, whimpering. One of his front teeth had been knocked out. In the empty apartment, the telephone rang insistently...
...assassination, a customer in a Detroit sa loon pointed at a slender, mustached young stranger and shouted: "That's John Wilkes Booth!" The stranger promptly drew a revolver, clouted the first man at hand and drove his boot into the belly of another. Then he backed out the door and dashed to the ferry. By putting his revolver to the ferry captain's head, he persuaded him to get started at once. Once on the Canadian side, he apologized for the "inconvenience," gave the captain $5 and walked...