Ah, the spice of life!

So, there I was, making yet another despicable dinner (kids' description), when I got the heebie jeebies. I had the unmistakable impression that I was being watched. I was! Up on the spice shelf, the head of Sister Anne Gregory (or was it Sister Raymond Louise?) was staring at me!
She seemed to be well preserved, with the ever present disapproving look only nuns can inflict. I was shaken and bewildered. My thoughts flying from the 3rd grade "thumping" ( modus operandi of Sr. Anne Gregory, where one would be pushed into next Tuesday with a continuous painful thump to the chest) I'd received; all the way to, "If I didn't put that pickled nunhead there, and I didn't, then who did?".
I asked the inhabitants of the house, save the cat (Sid) and the dog (Gus), and no one is taking credit. It's a real-life mystery. Right here in my own home.
Now, I must take time to answer the third installment of Name That Killer for C.H.K.
This one was so well known that the now touring band, The Vultures , even wrote a song about
Maurice Travis, called ZOMBIE HOOKER. A&E must have run that Murder Hour episode at least a dozen times. So, yes you must give up, because Kid, I know my murderers! ...and thump weilding nuns - oxymoron?! Could be!