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When Niebel looked out, Daniels politely asked permission to use the telephone. Then he stepped inside, pulled his pistol, snarled: "This is a stickup." While West covered the superintendent, Daniels went upstairs, got Niebel's dumpy wife and his plump, redheaded 22-year-old daughter Phyllis out of bed. The two killers gloated over their frightened victims like vicious children; demanded that Niebel order a guard named "Red" Harris to come to the house...
Pallante got some money from his father, a retired forester, saying that he needed it for examination fees at the University of Catania. For 3,500 lire (about $6) he bought a .38 pistol and five cartridges. Then he took a train to Rome, and there rented a room in a cheap boardinghouse. He went to the Monte Citorio Palace, where Italy's Parliament meets, and asked for a visitor's card from a Sicilian delegate, Francisco Turnaturi. (Later Turnaturi denied that he knew Pallante. "When he insisted he came from Randazzo, a place where I had many...
When Togliatti had walked a few steps past him, the assassin whipped out his pistol and fired twice. Togliatti fell. Signorina lotti bent over him. Two chauffeurs tried to seize Pallante. He waved them back with his gun and calmly pumped two more bullets into Togliatti before police seized him. Blood soaked through Togliatti's grey double-breasted suit and made small, neat pools on the cobblestones. In the hot sun the blood soon dried. (The spot where he fell was only two blocks from where he had narrowly missed death 25 years ago, when Fascist police stood...
...Holding a 50-year-old pistol in both hands to steady it, Ezekiel Brown, 74, of Colorado Springs, Colo. fired two slugs into a neighbor (after a back-fence quarrel) but failed to kill him. In jail the creaky gunman bitterly told police: "My eyesight ain't what it used...
...night he was sent to investigate a call for help in a bleak and ancient Brooklyn house. He arrived just as a woman ran out. Her half-crazed husband, with a pistol, had broken through a bedroom window, bent on killing her. The house was pitch-dark. O'Dwyer got a kerosene lamp, pushed it into the room, saw that his quarry had gotten into bed. He dived, yanked back the blankets, grabbed the man's gun hand. It was like "holding the leg of a steer." The man wrestled desperately to bring his weapon to bear...