Word: knifings
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...witness said he had seen the Odikro entering the late Sir Ofori's ahinfie. Another claimed that he had seen him offered a drink, then bludgeoned on the head from behind. A third had seen the Odikro, unconscious, tied in a chair with a long knife thrust between his jaws. The Odikro's blood trickled down the knife, dripped into a wooden bowl. A fourth said he had been handed the bowl of blood, ordered to paint Sir Ofori's stool with it. As the jurors could see, the stool had been painted. Fitted together, these bits...
...means of an extremely fast mercury lamp with an exposure of less than one-millionth of a second. The light, flashed through a region of disturbed air, recorded on a photographic plate a "shadowgraph" showing groups of bunched air molecules. Using a more elaborate rig, which has a knife-edge that stops all but the bent light rays, the experimenters developed a technique so sensitive that it can photograph the heat rising from a human hand at room temperature...
...cheap bars of Los Angeles' tenderloin he gulped his whiskey neat. After two days his hand was unsteady. But even after he bought the butcher knife, nobody could tell what he was thinking. When a woman smiled at him over a drink, he smiled back. She was a big, young woman, with lipstick smeared too heavily on her lips. Her name was Virgie. She was married, but her husband was away, and she liked a good time. He held her arm, gallantly, as they crossed the street in the rain and dark to the old Barclay Hotel...
Nobody Knows. Otto Wilson watched the woman take off her chartreuse suit and fold it neatly across a chair. When he hit her she fell across the bed. He choked her until she stopped breathing; then pulled her to the floor. After he took the butcher knife from his coat pocket he lighted a cigaret and drank from a bottle of whiskey. Then he knelt, knife in hand...
...Disturb. Otto Wilson smashed his fist against her as soon as she had taken off her clothes. Her neck was thin. After she had stopped breathing he remembered his knife-left behind at the Barclay. He walked to the washbowl, rubbed his face with soap & water, and shaved. Then he lifted out the razor blade, knelt beside the body on the floor, and pressed down with the thin bit of steel. He cut his hand. But he lingered awhile. On the way out he stopped before the desk clerk and said: "My wife is sleeping. Please don't disturb...