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33 cases from Europe

Cases from Europe

Myra Hindley
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Myra Hindley

Convicted: Myra Hindley

On the morning of October 7, 1965, eighteen-year-old David Smith walked to a public telephone box in Hattersley, Greater Manchester, hands shaking, and dialed 999. The night before, he had watched his brother-in-law bludgeon a seventeen-year-old to death with an axe. The brother-in-law was Ian Brady. The woman who had invited him to witness it was Myra Hindley. What that phone call exposed would redefine evil in the British imagination for generations. Between 1963 and 1965, Brady and Hindley abducted five children and teenagers from the streets of Greater Manchester, sexually assaulted them, and buried four in shallow graves on the desolate expanse of Saddleworth Moor. The fifth was killed in Hindley's living room. The evidence police found inside that house was staggering in its horror: photographs of a ten-year-old girl bound and gagged in Hindley's bedroom, and sixteen minutes of audio tape capturing that same child's final, agonized moments. A luggage ticket for the suitcase containing these materials was found hidden inside the spine of Hindley's Catholic prayer book. Myra Hindley would spend thirty-six years in prison, applying repeatedly for parole, insisting she had changed. The British public never believed her. One of her victims, Keith Bennett, has never been found. His mother died in 2012, still waiting. This is the story of how an ordinary girl from Gorton became the most reviled woman in British criminal history.

Myra HindleyMoors Murders
Mary Ann Cotton (née Robson)
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Mary Ann Cotton (née Robson)

Convicted: Mary Ann Cotton (née Robson)

'I won't be troubled long. He'll go like all the rest of the Cottons.' That was Mary Ann Cotton's assessment of her seven-year-old stepson Charles Edward, delivered to a parish official in West Auckland, County Durham, in the spring of 1872. Five days later, the boy was dead. It was the statement that finally brought her down. By the time investigators began pulling at the thread, they found two decades of bodies behind it: eleven of her thirteen children, three of her four husbands, her own mother, and a string of lodgers and stepchildren, each one dead of 'gastric fever,' each one insured, each one mourned briefly and then forgotten. The death toll, historians estimate, may have reached twenty-one. Mary Ann Cotton was a nurse, a mother, a wife. She was trusted by the sick she nursed and by the physicians who signed off on her victims' deaths. She understood, precisely, that Victorian medicine would not look twice at a working-class child dying of gastroenteritis. She killed for insurance money: modest sums, accumulated over years, in exchange for the lives of nearly everyone who had ever depended on her. She was only ever convicted of one murder. She was hanged in Durham County Gaol on March 24, 1873, in a botched execution that left her strangling at the end of a too-short rope. She was forty years old. The full story of what she did is both a portrait of individual evil and an indictment of a system that made it catastrophically easy.

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Giulia Tofana (also spelled Toffana, Tophana, Tophania; possible true surname: Mangiardi, per modern scholarship)

Alleged Offender: Giulia Tofana (also spelled Toffana, Tophana, Tophania; possible true surname: Mangiardi, per modern scholarship)

A woman stands over a pot of soup, a small vial in her hand. The liquid she has just tipped into the broth is colorless, odorless, invisible. Then something breaks inside her. She pulls the bowl away from her husband and confesses everything. That single moment of conscience, recorded in court testimony from the 1659 Roman poison investigation, may have unraveled one of the most elaborate criminal networks in early modern history. At its center, at least according to legend, stood a Sicilian woman named Giulia Tofana, creator of a poison so perfectly engineered it mimicked natural illness, so cleverly packaged it passed as a devotional product bearing the image of a saint. Traditional accounts credit her with over 600 deaths, mostly husbands of women with nowhere else to turn. But modern scholarship tells a different story entirely: the woman behind the myth may have died quietly in her sleep around 1651, years before the trial that made her famous. Her real surname may not have been Tofana at all. And the network eventually prosecuted by Roman authorities may have been run by someone else. This is the true story of Giulia Tofana: part documented history, part deliberate mythology, and wholly extraordinary.

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Clara Hamilton Harris (later Clara Hamilton Harris Rathbone)
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Clara Hamilton Harris (later Clara Hamilton Harris Rathbone)

Convicted: Clara Hamilton Harris (later Clara Hamilton Harris Rathbone)

She survived the night Abraham Lincoln was shot. She held her fiancé's arm together with her bare hands while his blood soaked her white dress from collar to hem. She stayed until dawn with a screaming, inconsolable Mary Todd Lincoln, absorbing the widow's grief alongside her own. Clara Harris endured all of that — and still, eighteen years later, she never saw her death coming. On the night of December 23, 1883, in a consular residence in Hanover, Germany, her husband Henry Rathbone shot and stabbed her to death in their bedroom while their three children slept nearby. He then turned the knife on himself five or six times. He survived. She did not. A German court found Henry guilty but criminally insane. He was committed to an asylum, where he lived another twenty-seven years, apparently never fully comprehending what he had done. The children were shipped back across the Atlantic. Clara was buried in a foreign city cemetery and eventually disinterred when no family came to tend her grave. This is the story of a woman who sat two feet from history's most famous assassination, and lived to describe it — only to become the victim of a quieter, more intimate one. It is also the story of what trauma does to the people left alive in its wake: how it metastasizes, quietly, over years, until it destroys everything it touches.

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