KILLED WITH CHOPPER

Sun (Auckland), Volume I, Issue 188, 29 October 1927, Page 10

KILLED WITH CHOPPER

MURDERER HUSBAND SUICIDES Neighbours who heard screams and forced an entrance into No. 89, Neville Road, London, found Mrs. Mary Riley, aged 42, lying on the floor with a woodchopper buried deep in her head and her husband, James Riley, aged 57, lying dead with his throat cut. The woman was alive and was taken to Queen Mary’s Hospital, but she died shortly after admission. Riley had returned from the London Hospital, where for a fortnight he had been undergoing treatment for blood pressure. He was a widower with two

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