The tiny (20 sq. mi.) pleasure island made no secret of its fear. Police reinforcements patrolled the roads day and night. At sundown women bolted their doors, refused to leave without male escort. Even in daylight many housewives joined in groups for protection; others armed themselves with pistols, ammonia guns, bottles of acid and carving knives. Bermuda had good reason to be scared. In the last seven months, three women have been murdered by a particularly vicious sex maniac; a fourth barely escaped. And the killer was still at large.
One evening last March, Mrs. Gertrude Robinson, 71, was attacked...
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