Last week Mrs. Ann Woodward left the Manhattan hospital where she had been a patient for three weeks, since the night when she killed her husband, Millionaire Sportsman William Woodward Jr., with a blast from a shotgun (TIME, Nov. 7). The widow was no longer a dazzling glamour girl: shock and grief had visibly aged her, and she was in a state of near-collapse. Her first stop after leaving the hospital was police headquarters at Mineola, N.Y. There Ann Woodward repeated her story that she had killed her husband in the dark under the impression that he was an...
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