The clock of bleak Winton Green Prison in Birmingham chimed 9. A milk delivery cart rattled down the street outside the prison walls, where 500 persons stood shivering in a cold Midlands fog.
The Rev. Father John Collins had finished the Church's last rites to two youthful prisoners. The priest left, and then the young men walked down the prison yard to a scaffold. Their hands were tied, black hoods were slipped over their heads, and a rope was fitted snugly around their necks. As the executioners sprang the traps, witnesses removed their...
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