"When Mrs. Elizabeth Hill, 43, answered the knock at the back door one morning last week and saw the young man with a two days' growth of beard, she was terrified. Her husband, James Hill, a hosiery-company executive, had left for work; her daughters Betsy and Susan were in school. In the big, ivy-covered house in a Philadelphia suburb, there were only Mrs. Hill, her eleven-year-old son Jimmy and four-year-old twins, Clyde and Robert. On the 8 a.m. newscast she had heard about the three "desperate and vicious" bank robbers who had...
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