What is clear is that he viewed himself as a martyr to the anarchist cause, with no illusions about escaping his fate; thus he was, perhaps, the perfect assassin. His plan was as bold as it was simple. Considering the security measures employed during the president’s visit to Buffalo, Czolgosz sh...
Dr. Bradshaw continued to tighten the tourniquet, but he could not stop the blood that was spurting from her arm. Giles placed both hands about the incision in her forearm. He squeezed hard, but warm blood only gushed up between his fingers. “I lanced her other arm this morning,” Bradshaw said, “...
At first light, he entered the city, working his way through the maze of alleys that ran behind the main streets, until he came to James’s house. All the windows were dark. He placed Dr. Warren’s letter, tied between two flat stones again, on the left corner of the kitchen stoop, and then went of...