CRIME: Senseless Killings

Eileen Fahey was blonde, pretty, 18 years old, a secretary and bookkeeper; now she was lying sprawled on the floor beside her desk, dead, with five .22-cal. pistol bullets in her body. To the band of New York homicide detectives who looked down at her last week, all this seemed less startling than her surroundings. The quiet offices of the American Physical Society at Columbia University seemed the most unlikely spot in Manhattan for murder.

Eileen had come to work at 9 o'clock, had found three letters from her boy friend, a young marine serving in Korea. She had opened...

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