To The Death House

Here in the hands of the law are the brothers Anthony and William Esposito, bandits and cold-blooded killers who four months ago shot down a linen-firm office manager, raced through the crowded ground floor of Manhattan's big Altman store, and killed a policeman before they were caught near Fifth Avenue (TIME, Jan. 27). At their trial they played mad, one never speaking nor noticing, the other screaming and recklessly banging his head against a table, but a jury swiftly found them guilty of first-degree murder. Still their exhibition was not over. On the way to Sing Sing last week one of them attacked the driver of their car with his unmanacled fist, and at the door of the prison they put on this show. They were locked up in the empty women's wing of the death house so that they could not disturb other men about to die.

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