Anybody in Exmore, Va. would have known that Melvin ("Bad Boy") Collins was a colored man who might try to blow your head off. He was 38 years old and had been in the big house twice for shooting scrapes. He had cut his own brother with a knife. But Bad Boy had left Virginia last month. He had headed north, and in the Negro district of Chester, Pa., nobody knew his reputation.
One morning last week Bad Boy leaned out the window of the second-story furnished room where he had holed up in Chester. A knot of men...
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