Word: gange
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...when Milan's Maggioni pharmaceutical company learned that a drug counterfeit ring was using its label to sell fake tranquilizers, cortisone and heart tonics (distilled water for liquids, common starch for pills), the call went up for Tom and his 31-man "Mercury" detective agency. Going after a gang that he called "hairy-gutted animals-worse than Murder Inc.," Tom recorded conversations with suspects, using a tiny microphone worn like a wristwatch, snapped telephoto pictures with cameras guyed on field glasses, rigged up a periscope on the radio aerial of his car to enable him to peek inside suspects...
Soon Tom cornered Giovanni Battista Volonté, 53, flashed a press pass at him, told him he was a "policeman," and dragged a signed confession from him. After Volonté sang, Tom located the printing presses where false labels and boxes were made, dragged two more of the gang in and extracted confessions from them too. Then he went to Milan's Police Chief Mario Nardone and handed over his suspects...
Schlesinger praised the work of Morris Ernst, a New York lawyer who testified at last Thursday's hearings. Ernst produced evidence supporting one theory that a gang from Providence, R.I., had actually committed the murders for which Sacco and Vanzetti were executed...
...novel's hero is a young St. Petersburg philosophy student, Nikolai Apollonovich, who has got mixed up with a seedy revolutionary gang and has committed himself to planting a bomb. The trouble is that the target is his own father -an elderly, rich and humorless bureaucrat just below Cabinet rank and a champion of the Czarist regime. His much younger wife has left him; his son despises him, and most people fear him, actually, he is a harmless little man whose sole commitment is to the civil service. But it is 1905 and Russia has just taken a beating...
...pages while whipping up an intellectual storm. As he describes St. Petersburg in 1905; it is a city where icy water licks morose granite foundations. In prose that seems jittery at first, then calculated, Biely moves from a fashionable masquerade ball to the roach-ridden headquarters of the revolutionary gang; he works the weather and the face of the chaotic city into his story so firmly that at last they seem as important and ominous as any character in the book. When the bomb finally goes off, it is not so much an exclamation point as a period...