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| Adolf Hitler |  When David Smith telephoned the police on that mist cloaked October morning, the game for Hindley and Brady was finally up. The ensuing investigation led to a Manchester train station lost luggage room where a suitcase belonging to Brady was found. Inside was the evidence the police needed to prove Hindley and Brady committed the crimes. A copy of Adolf Hitler's Mein Kampf stood glaring out at them, as did the filthy porno mags and pictures of Myra Hindley gloating over the graves, with the puppy dog in her arms. Yet no one could have imagined what was on the spool reel of tape. The squad room fell deathly silent as the investigating officers loaded, and played the tape. Around the room of the police station little Lesley Ann's pathetic cries echoed, turning hardened police officers with years of experience into sobbing wrecks.
Officers who thought they had seen and heard everything there was to see and hear, suddenly found a whole new depth of depravity. Hindley and Brady were arrested, charged and subsequently convicted. Throughout the interviews Hindley remained mute. She refused to co-operate or help the police find their victims.
It was a carefully devised plot by her and Brady. No bodies, no convictions. It was the pictures of her above the children's graves which finally led to the police to reconstruct the scene of the killings, and allowed them to conduct a methodical search which finally yielded the evidence they needed to prosecute: the body of Lesley Ann Downey was discovered in a sodden, peat soaked bog, her delicate bones poking up through the ground. Showing no emotion when sentenced, Hindley and Brady were given life imprisonment.
The notorious two became over the years synonymous with evil in the British psyche. Hardly a few months could pass without the media, tabloid press revealing what the pair were upto. Brady was eventually declared insane and moved to a top security mental hospital. Myra Hindley played the long game, using every trick in the book to try and secure her release from jail.
A succession of liberal do-gooders, usually with more money than sense, ignored the express wishes of the people to keep her locked away.
Almost as though they had some closet, sexual fantasy about Hindley, she managed to wrap them round her little finger, as indeed she did Brady when they first met him.
Every ounce of her feminine charms was used to seduce them, as she did the innocent children.
She worked relentlessly both day and night, letter writing, phoning, convincing them to fight her corner. Lord Longford, a peer of the realm personally challenged her case, taking the fight for her release all the way to parliament and the house of lords. But to no avail.
Hindley was considered unclean in the eyes of the public, and no home secretary, regardless of how liberal was prepared to incur the backlash of the British people by releasing her. And so, consecutive home secretaries, both labour and conservative insisted, for Myra Hindley, life should mean life. No remission.
Yet as the years rolled by, with the advent of the United Kingdom immersed into a European Union, the sudden realisation of EU human rights law became apparent after
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