Over the wires of a great and hard-boiled news service last week came the lead "BERLIN RAN RIOT WITH ROMANCE TODAY."
At dawn that day in a misty Berlin prison courtyard two cringing figures in suits of coarse sacking were led out, their hands chained behind their backs. Headsman August Gröber, 67 and spry for his age, advanced in impeccable full dress exuding Eau de Cologne. An artist, as are all great executioners, Gröber keeps his blade on ice until the last second, figures that blood has a tendency to congeal on an...
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