The call came through to his home at 4:00 A. M. Putting on his slippers, Collier grabbed his robe from the foot of the bed. The bedroom was still in total darkness as he made his way across the room to the door. His wife, Lila, mumbled something incoherent, but he encouraged her to go back to sleep. By the time he reached the bottom of the stairs the phone was into its fifth ring. The telephone was in the alcove under the steps. He cleared his throat and picked up the receiver: “Chief Inspector Col...