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“Why I Ran Away With Dr. Crippen” "Twelve of my countrymen have acquitted me of knowingly assisting Dr. Crippen to fly from justice, With a clear conscience I can say that their verdict was absolutely just. Not until Inspector Dew put his head in at the door of my cabin on the Montrose when we were nearing Quebec, and almost startled me out of my wits, had I the remotest idea that anything was seriously wrong. "I am told that before my trial many people imagined that I must have possessed some guilty knowledge when I agreed to disguise myself as a boy and leave the country with the doctor. If doubt as to my complete innocence should still linger in any mind I hope that the full disclosure of all the dramatic circumstances attending our disappearance, which I am about to make, will entirely remove it. "Little more than three months ago I was an obscure typist, earning my living like thousands of other girls in the City of London. All I wished was happiness, not notoriety…" Read Ethel Le Neve's own account of her affair and flight with the infamous Dr. Hawley Harvey Crippen in True Crime June  more »	The Charmed Life Of Legs Diamond One night in October, 1929, Dutch Schultz sent his gunmen to New York’s Hotel Monticello. There they found Legs Diamond with girlfriend Kiki Roberts, in her suite. According to one account, Kiki was taking a bath in the next room when the gunmen broke down the door. Another report said that she and Diamond were dining together in their pyjamas. The first account was probably correct, because Kiki escaped unhurt when the gunmen sprayed the room with bullets, five of them ploughing into Legs Diamond. But to Schultz’s annoyance, Diamond recovered at the Polyclinic Hospital. The hotel’s manager told reporters: “I heard shots. Then I opened the door of my room on the same floor and saw Diamond coming down the hall, crouching over and holding his head. ‘I’m hurt,’ he said. ‘Get a doctor right away.’ “‘All right,’ I said, ‘do you want me to take you to your room?’ He said no, he wanted to go into my room, and he lay down on the bed there and asked for a shot of whisky.” At the hospital Diamond was found to have been shot in the chest. Luck was on his side, however, because it was in his tubercular lung that he had received the bullet, and his good lung had escaped injury. Another slug had struck his forehead, but was deflected because his skull was so hard…Convalescing, Diamond said, “The bullet hasn’t been made that can kill me…” Find out if that bullet was ever manufactured in Master Detective June... more »
The Murder That Put James Karis On Death Row “You said you wouldn’t hurt us,” Jessica said. “Now you’re going to kill us. You don’t have to do this.” The man with the gun stared at them with his chilly brown eyes. He explained that he had no choice – that if he let them go, he would get hurt, so he had to shoot them. Still Jessica argued. “Tie us up! But don’t kill us. You don’t have to kill us.” The man with the gun ordered both women to get in the hole and turn their backs to him, warning that, if they did not, he would shoot them in the face. The two women climbed into the depression and turned away from the dark-skinned rapist. Both were praying when the first shot was fired. Jessica heard her companion moan. She heard a second shot – and the moans were louder. She did not hear the third shot, only felt the blinding pain when the bullet struck her skull. The pain was excruciating, but she realised that she was still alive. Despite the wound, she managed to remain completely quiet, telling herself that her only chance for survival was to pretend she was dead. The little revolver spoke again and Jessica once more felt pain as the bullet entered the back of her neck, ploughed miraculously past her carotid artery and lodged ultimately under her jaw. Surprised she was still alive, though certain now that she was dying, Jessica remained silent. The man with the gun paused, then fired a third shot into Peggy, who was still moaning. Jessica waited for her coup de grace, but the killer had apparently emptied his revolver. He didn’t reload. Instead, he picked up a sizable rock from the creekbed and hurled it at Peggy’s head. He threw a second, a third and a fourth. In all, he sent seven rocks crashing into the wounded woman’s head, the last of them the size of a basketball. He then looked at Jessica, who lay perfectly still. He picked up a slightly smaller rock and hurled it at her skull. He saw it hit home. Still she did not move. The rapist paused, looking perhaps for another rock. Peggy was still moaning. Jessica did not move, even holding her breath as much as possible. Eventually, she heard the rapist walking away through the underbrush. When she was sure that he was gone, she pulled herself from the hole. Still inside it, she could hear Peggy’s moans become weaker and weaker. Jessica knew there was nothing she could do but try to summon help. She was convinced that she herself was dying, but hoped to send someone to her friend…Read the whole case in True Detective June more »	Headless Wife In A Wheelbarrow The night of February 20th, 1919, was a cold one in the Staffordshire mining town of Hednesford. Snow had fallen intermittently throughout the day. Then, with the onset of darkness, it had thickened and started to settle. By midnight, the streets were deserted. But above the town, in the wooded hills that marked the edge of the well-known beauty spot of Cannock Chase, there was some movement. Several policemen, moving around in pairs, were conducting a search by torchlight. All day they had been looking for a young woman who had gone missing from the town. But they had met with no success. A short distance away a man was struggling to move a wheelbarrow up Hednesford Hill. He was careful not to be seen by the policemen. For in his wheelbarrow lay the headless corpse of the woman they were looking for. Suddenly, the man stopped. He had decided that the barrow might leave tracks and arouse suspicion. Hiding it in some bushes, he picked up the dismembered body. Some 80 yards away was a giant gas-holder, which he thought would make a good hiding place. The only problem was that, to reach it, he would have to pass through the group of searching policemen. But a desperate man will resort to desperate measures – and this man was desperate. Besides, his footprints would not be noticed among all those others. Moving with extreme care, he threaded his way through the officers. Amazingly, he reached the gas-holder without being seen. Still carrying his macabre bundle, he went round to the far side of the gas-holder. Now that the huge structure was between him and the policemen, it afforded him the measure of privacy he needed. Separating the man from the gas-holder was a seven-foot-high brick wall. Behind that was a stretch of dark water, which encircled the gas-holder like a moat. The water in the moat was about four feet wide and five feet deep. And it was this that interested the man. Searching around, he found a length of iron gas-pipe. With this he speared the dismembered body, raised it over the wall then dropped it gently into the water on the other side. The weight of the gas-pipe helped the body sink. This much accomplished, the man was now faced with what was the relatively simple task of returning through the police lines, then going down Hednesford Hill to retrieve the woman’s head from the bushes where it had been hidden. That done, it was back to the gas-holder, where the head, like the body, was unceremoniously dumped into the water. Read the whole hideous tale in Murder Most Foul 88 out now... more »
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