Word: washstands
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...this came out next morning when the cabin which the man in the beret had occupied was found empty, in violent disorder, its washstand and the catwalk outside its open, window bloodstained. On the floor were shattered glasses, a wrist watch, its metal band wrenched and broken, and a nickel. No one could place his red-faced friend, but purser's records identified the missing man as Charles F. Keene. His disappearance was apparently the first drama in Mr. Keene's life. He had lived with his wife in a modest residential hotel in Washington...
...only to walk but to breathe easily. In all his daily activities he now is borne about in a sedan chair, or in his ceremonial sedia gestatoria (portable throne). Near the Benediction Hall, where Pius XI holds audiences, there has been set up behind a red curtain a portable washstand and toilet, with a cabinet containing first-aid medicaments. To this, and presumably to one like it at Castel Gandolfo, the Pope could, in case of an emergency, be rushed by doctors who are always close...
...with an iron pipe. The defense called Dr. Blake Colburn Wilbur, son of Stanford's President Ray Lyman Wilbur and best man at the Lamsons' wedding, to substantiate its contention that Mrs. Lamson killed herself accidentally by falling in the tub, striking her head against a nearby washstand. The jury chose to believe the prosecution, found David Lamson guilty of murder in the first degree...
Each compartment has its own radio, mirror, table, washstand with hot & cold running water. At the rear of the coach is a men's lavatory and women's lounge with lavatory, dressing table, mirror, settee. Passengers prepare for bed in perfect privacy, standing up. On duty at all times is a porter. The powerplant, a 6-cyl. Hall-Scott, is at the rear as in most modern buses, is operated by the driver with the aid of compressed-air power-boosters...
When all had gone, the old man went over to the washstand. In his hand flashed a cheap little butcher knife. The men outside the door heard him groan. Bursting in, they could see his face in the mirror, contorted with pain. He was still trying to push the knife through his ribs...