The Mammoth Book of Unsolved Crime: The Biggest and Best Collection of Unsolved Murder and Mystery Cases
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Florence’s favorite romantic novels. Florence Bravo died within the year from a combination of emotional collapse, guilty knowledge, and hitting the bottle, never a healthy combination in her case. In Mrs Bravo’s will, the only mention of Jane Cannon Cox is a reference to her as the mother of three boys to whom Florence Bravo left bequests of £1,000 each. Dr Gully, his name removed from the rosters of all medical societies, dies seven years later, full of age, if not honor. And Mrs Cox was last
heavy linen napkin between her legs because she was menstruating. In all these clothes, out of sorts and nauseous as she was, in this dementing heat, her belly in a vice, she will heat up a flat-iron on a stove and press handkerchiefs with the heated iron until it is time for her to go down to the cellar woodpile to collect the hatchet with which our imagination—“Lizzie Borden with an axe”—always equips her, just as we always visualise St Catherine rolling along her wheel, the emblem of her
walk nearly all the way home and did not arrive till nearly ten. On the following Tuesday he heard of the death. He read the description of Bella Wright and of his own bicycle and came to the conclusion that he was the man wanted. He was utterly terrified. Both for his own sake and for his mother’s, who was an invalid, he wanted to escape the horror of an investigation, perhaps a trial. Foolishly, as he now admitted, he refrained from going to the police at once, and drifted into a policy of
Poe introduced the first of a legion of stupid police officers, red herrings, perfect crimes, and psychological deductions. After Poe, of course, came the deluge. But in his lifetime he had no idea of what he had wrought. His detective tales, as startling innovations, profited him little. With Virginia’s death, he buried Dupin. He dwelt in an alcoholic daze. He became engaged to several wealthy women, but married none. In Baltimore, bleary with drink, drugs, and insanity, he stumbled into the
in her bedroom where they could be seen by the maid who came to tidy up, and in fact were seen by her. Had she wished to conceal this she could of course have left them to soak at night in the basin. Evidence of the use of arsenic in cosmetic preparations was given by James Bioletti, a hairdresser and beauty specialist of thirty years” experience, who said that the recipe was asked for sometimes, particularly for use as a depilatory, although it was also supposed to be good for the complexion.