ITALY: Bandit's End

All day the wrinkled mother screamed denials of her son's death. "They'll never catch him," she cried, "never!" Next morning, when the carabinieri thrust her through the throng outside the morgue gates to view his body, Maria Giuliano at last broke down. "My blood," she croaked hoarsely, "my own blood." Then, turning fiercely towards a bank of news photographers, she spat out, "It's you who've brought my son to hell."

"If I Win." Like Maria, few Sicilians could believe at first that Salvatore Giuliano was really dead. He had been as handsome as...

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