One brisk October morning last year, in a parking lot at North Arlington, N. J., a policeman, mildly curious, wakened a pimply youth of 18 asleep at the wheel of a large sedan. The boy yawned, told the inquisitive policeman to look in the car's trunk. The good cop did so and shuddered. Wedged in the trunk was the mangled body of Dr. James G. Littlefield, 63, stuffed in the rear seat the body of his wife. The boy, Paul Dwyer of South Paris, Me., then told a strange and horrible story:...
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