![]() Minor envisioned these Irish rebels huddling under the cover of gaslit streets, whispering plans of torture and poisoning. Most, if not all, of the trespassers had been Irishmen, members of an Irish nationalist group called the Fenian Brotherhood that was not only hell-bent on ending British rule, but was equally hell-bent on exacting revenge on Minor. In fact, moving to England only placed Minor closer to his tormentors. He left his lodgings in Connecticut and sailed for London in search of peace of mind and a good night’s sleep. Each night, Minor laid in his bed frozen with fright.īy 1871, Minor needed a vacation. He checked his closet and crawled on his knees to look under his bed. The next morning, Minor woke up unscathed and found no trace of the intruder’s shenanigans. In his hands, the faceless man held metal biscuits slathered in poison. The intruder, who had been hiding in Minor’s attic during daylight, had slithered from the rafters, crept into the bedroom, and now, under the dark of night, was watching Minor as he dreamed. ![]() William Chester Minor opened his eyes and gazed sleepily at the figure of a man looming over the foot of his bed.
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