Peter Olaes, former reporter, feature writer and sub-editor I found one court case I covered particularly tragic. I watched a neighbour from Robinson Road, Mid-Levels, being sentenced to death for the murder of his brother. Their mother was my mother's friend. I don't think court reporters nowadays will get the chance to see what I witnessed at the Supreme Court that day - the judge walking in, resplendent in his red robe, sitting down, and then slowly placing a black handkerchief on his wig before pronouncing the death sentence. Some time later, as a feature writer, I was given a tour of Stanley Prison, where I saw the execution room - and the unmarked grave of my neighbour.