Hardback. This book is about a day, a place and a murder - and about a wide variety of men and women. It begins with the casual and somewhat late good morning of President Abraham Lincoln outside his bedroom door at 7am on Friday, April 14, 1865, and it ends at 7.22am the following morning when, as Surgeon General Barnes pressed silver coins to the President's eyelids, Mrs. Lincoln moaned: 'Oh, why did you not tell me he was dying!" With Illus. selected and arranged by Stefan Lorant. With Postscript and Bibliog. 264pp. 8vo. h/back. From the library of true crime writer, Wilfred Gregg, with his personal b/plate. V. lightly browned edges o/w Vg+