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...courthouse in Winterthur, Switzerland one day last week, a ripple of anticipation ran through the waiting crowd. "Here he comes," yelled a photographer-and out stepped a curly-haired Englishman, bound for the most sensational trial Switzerland had seen in years. But the prisoner's names -Donald Hume alias Donald Brown alias John Stephen Bird-were not on the tips of Swiss tongues alone. In Britain, Hume is Scotland Yard's most notorious enemy -and just about the slipperiest the Yard has ever...
Only 16 months ago, Britain was rocked by a Sunday Pictorial story that began with the words, "I, Donald Hume, do here by confess . . ." The lurid confession was that Hume had hacked to pieces a car dealer named Stanley Setty -a murder that in two separate trials the Crown had never been able to prove. Convicted only of dumping Setty's dismembered body from a hired airplane, Hume got off with a mere eight years as an accessory. Upon his release, secure in the knowledge that he could never be retried for the murder, he sold his gaudy story...
...headquarters in Zurich, where an auburn-haired beauty-shop owner named Trudi Sommer, 29. was only too happy to have him share her apartment. She thought he was a Canadian test pilot named Johnny Bird. Then, one night last January, for reasons he was never quite able to explain, Hume wandered off to a church, where he drank up all the communion wine. Next morning, armed with a pistol, he turned up at a small branch of Zurich's Gewerbebank to help himself to "a spot of cash...
When a teller balked. Hume shot and critically wounded him. Scooping up a meager $45, he ran out into the street just as the assistant teller rang the alarm. He killed a taxi driver who tried to stop him, was finally brought down by a 24-year-old pastry cook after his pistol jammed...
...Tell That Bum." In court last week, Hume put on the performance of his life. He yawned, hummed, shouted abuse, and tossed his black curls as witness after witness told what had happened that fatal morning. When the president of the court, mild-mannered Dr. Hans Gut, began with the formality of asking the prisoner his name, Hume snarled at the interpreter: "Tell that bum that he should know...