Fatal Flaw
A True Story of Malice and Murder in a Small Southern Town
- The Verdict - Page 217
shortly before jurors resumed deliberations at 9:00 on Thursday morning. One of the jurors, Irma Brickle, said she felt too ill to go on. This threatened a mistrial.
Brickle was a housewife, a white woman in her thirties. She rested for about two hours, recovering from what the Sentinel Star implied was some kind of stomach distress. In fact, it was much more serious.
Brickle's physician was called, and he sent in medication. By 11:00 A.M., she was ready to continue. Deliberations began again and went on for eight hours without at break—bailiffs sent in sandwiches. Then at 7:00 P.M. Thursday evening, the jurors retired once more.
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