There was a terrible playfulness about it, a terrible gentleness if you like, and somehow the playfulness made it more, rather than less, terrifying. – Inspector James Dobson.
“Mary Bell was standing in front of the Howe’s house when the coffin was brought out. I was, of course, watching her. And it was when I saw her there that I knew I dare not risk another day. She stood there, laughing. Laughing and rubbing her hands. I thought, My God, I’ve got to bring her in, she’ll do another one.” – Inspector Dobson.
“Mary smiled and asked to see Martin. I said, ‘no pet, Martin is dead.’ She turned round and said, ‘Oh I know he’s dead. I wanted to see him in his coffin.’ She was still grinning. I was just speechless that such a young child should want to see a dead baby, and I just slammed the door on her.”
“A child is a blessing. She took my blessing and left me with grief for the rest of my life. I hope when she looks at this child she remembers the two she murdered. I will never see a grandchild from my son. I hope when she looks at this baby she realized what my family are missing out on because of what she has done.”— June Richardson, mother of Martin Brown.