Word: espositos
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Here in the hands of the law are the brothers Anthony and William Esposito, bandits and cold-blooded killers who four months ago shot down a linen-firm office manager, raced through the crowded ground floor of Manhattan's big Altman store, and killed a policeman before they were caught near Fifth Avenue (TIME, Jan. 27). At their trial they played mad, one never speaking nor noticing, the other screaming and recklessly banging his head against a table, but a jury swiftly found them guilty of first-degree murder. Still their exhibition was not over...
Klausman entered the elevator to his office. The Esposito brothers stepped in after him. Between the second and third floors they drew revolvers from their overcoat pockets, ordered the operator to stop, face the door. He heard Klausman cry "No! No! No!"-then one of the gunmen put his revolver to Klausman's head and pulled the trigger...
Down the crowded aisles of the store darted the Espositos, through the block-long building. At the far entrance they climbed into a cab, put a gun at the driver's head. But Madison Avenue was jammed with traffic; they were trapped. "Get going. Make it fast. Get moving or we'll kill you." Back in the store panic was spreading as police with drawn revolvers moved down the aisles shouting, "Get down!" The cab stalled behind a bus. Like men leaping over a cliff, the brothers jumped out into the traffic. At sight of the two running...
...little crowd collected around him. Patrolman Maher held the gunman by the overcoat, started to turn him over, turned to warn the crowd away. "Back up, please," he said, "someone's liable to get hurt." As he rolled William over, the gunman's .38 came up. William Esposito pulled the trigger and Patrolman Maher slumped over, dead...
...crowd surged back, then forward. A taxi driver named Leonard Weisberg leaped on the prone gunman. He grabbed for the revolver, missed. Esposito jerked it back a few inches, fired again. Weisberg, clutching his throat, gasping for breath, fell to the sidewalk...