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Colonel H. Norman Schwarzkopf
Superintendent of New Jersey State Police
The cold and efficient hand of the law, reaching out in all directions and spanning
the years1, clutching at last a criminal who believed time had given him safety—this is
the picture Americans have of Scotland Yard.
The picture is correct, but it is not necessary to look across the ocean to see a
police department that works that way, One such example can be found in the New
Jersey State Police, one of the most successful police organizations in the country.
Much of this success must be credited to Colonel H. Norman Schwarzkopf, present
head of the New Jersey State Police. He was appointed to this position in 1926. The
first move he made was to install a system of case reports. When a crime is com¬
mitted in the state, the first state trooper to arrive at the scene of the crime must pre¬
pare the initial report. This includes a map of the scene, condition of the weather;
names of victim, all clues—in fact, every detail that will prove important. This is
rushed to Trenton, where a Captain of Detectives files it. Then every detective and
trooper that works on the case is required to make a daily report of everything he
does. These reports are no haphazard affairs. The troopers are trained to make them
and no detail is omitted.
With these daily reports filed in Trenton, it is possible to substitute a new detec¬
tive on the case without causing efficiency to suffer. A year may pass or five years;
yet always at the fingertips of the state police is a perfect picture of every crime.
Colonel Schwarzkopf spent over a year studying every system of case reports of
the more famous police departments in the country. Taking the best in each of them,
he compiled his system, which is used as a model by police departments in all states.
His famous case reports is just one example of the efficiency he has brought to the New
Jersey State Police. The record of his famous organization speaks for itself.
of the leading police officials
I swiftly and silently, like beasts of night stalking
prey. Crocked under their arms Were sub-machine-
guns. There were fifteen in all, and they advanced in an
encircling movement that converged on a rambling house
if white that loomed up in the eerie night like a ghostly
apparition.
Overhead fast-moving clouds of grayish black blotted
out a moon that was struggling vainly tp pierce the mist
and expose the ghastly drama that was about to unfold through the darkness feebly. In all there were not more
below. But tile clouds increased and the darkness grew than two hundred residents in this town that was located
denser and the crouching figures moved on—relentlessly on the beautiful Lake Wief, a hundred miles southwest
and grimly. of Jacksonville.
Yellow squares of light, coming from the few scattered It, was a peaceful and law-abiding comm unity, the town
houses of the little village of Oklawaha, Florida, cut of Oklawaha. There were a few winter residents, but
Featuring
J. Edgar Hoover, Director,
Federal Bureau of Investigation
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creased in details and
daily they
importance,
and after the Blackburns had been in
in-
rested and sent to the State Penitentiary at Lansing. on a gasoline can and tabbed him as one of the dangerous
After serving a year of his sentence he was paroled. He criminals of the coqntry.
drifted down into Oklahoma, taking part in bank robberies But like a will-o’-the-wisp, Alvin Karpis, small of body
and learning his first lessons in big-time crime. and with a ghastly pallor, eluded the combined efforts of
He was arrested in Tulsa, but despite the fact that the G-Men and state police to capture him. He became,
he had a previous record and had broken prison, a judge in the parlance of the police, “Magic” Karpis.
only required him to remain three months in jail and then Special Agent Connelly was thinking of all this when
paroled him. Karpis showed his appreciation for this act he and his men got closer and closer to the rambling white
of kindness two months later by murdering Sheriff C. R. house. No lights showed from the windows. No sounds
Kelley, of West Plains, Missouri. came from the spacious grounds around it.
After this crime, he went back to Tulsa and joined There was no hurry, no mad rushing forward by Con¬
“Ma” Barker and her crime school. Ma Barker liked nelly’s men. He had worked too hard and too long to
the quiet, reserved, youthful bandit, and his power in her trace “Ma” Barker and Karpis to this isolated little lake
organization rose rapidly. tow.n in Florida to permit a, mis-step to undo all his work.
The other members of the
gang didn’t like him. They
called him “Old Creepy” be¬
cause he got on their nerves
with his silent ways. But “Ma”
Barker took him under her
wing, provided girls for him
and took his advice xm all ques¬
tions.
Two years later he was the
leader, the brains, the trigger
man for the gang. He was be¬
hind the Hamm kidnapping and
the Bremer kidnapping. It
was at the latter crime that the
G-Men found his fingerprints
sleeves were rolled up. The guide saw this tattoo. Some¬ Harry Campbell, arms chained in front, last of
the Karpis gang, being hustled into the St. Paul
thing clicked in his mind. He had read about such a tattoo
Federal court building. Special Agent Connelly
mark. Then he remembered and he passed the in¬ can be seen on his left.
formation on to Washington.
Connelly had grabbed this remote clue and
had investigated. He learned about the mys¬
terious occupants of the white house. He
checked on the visitors and knew that again
he had trapped “Magic” Karpis.
And fifteen G-Men, crawling through the
darkness, had surrounded the house and were
ready to spring the trap. Connelly got to his feet,
walked across the wide lawn and Called out:
“We’re coming in to make an arrest—and if
you resist we’ll shoot to kill.”
He talked to darkened windows, but his an¬
swer came quickly, in a flash of red and the rat-
tat-tat of a machine-gun. Bullets whined
close to his head.
He went down on one knee, and all around
him came the roar of the machine-guns carried
by the fifteen G-Men.
The fight lasted less than fifteen minutes. The
roar of the guns shattered the peace of Oklawaha
for many miles around. Fear-stricken citizens
watched the battle from cars, from the store
porches, and from prone positions on the ground.
Then as suddenly and as abruptly as the
battle had started, it ended. From the house
came no answering shots. In that brief space
of time the G-Men had riddled the wooden
walls with over two thousand bullets.
Connelly, followed by the G-Men, went through
the shattered front door into a large living room.
The room was in darkness. Connelly’s hand went
over the walls, searching for the light switch.
One clicked on in a flood of blinding bril¬
liance, For a moment Connelly and his men
Blinked, their eyes unaccustomed to the light.
But when this moment of blindness passed,
they were staring at hideous death.
It lay there,. in front of them, sprawled on the
floor in distorted shapes. Fred Barker was near a win¬ She had
dow, on his face, arms thrown out over his head; a pool loved the son that lay
of blood had formed around him and bullet wounds dead near the window;
stretched from his waist to his head. she had loved him with, all
Some distance from him, near the front door, lay the the passion of a mother. The
lifeless body of “Ma” Barker. In death that strong, domi¬ anguish in her face told of the sorrow that had come to
neering face was twisted strangely, as if in the last spasm her in her last moments of life. It told the story of her
of life some deep anguish had come to her. death in another paradox which had made up the life of
Her lifeless hand was still gripping a machine-gun, the this strange woman.
handle of which had been torn away by a bullet. There But Connelly and the other G-Men paid little attention
was only one wound in her head, a gaping hole in the to the two bodies on the floor. They were looking for
right side. This wound told the pitiful story of her last others. Karpis had been in that house a few hours before,
seconds of life. but a search of every room failed to disclose him or any
It had not come from the machine-guns of the attack¬ other bodies.
ing G-Men. Its location made that impossible. It had Somehow and in some way Karpis had waved his
undoubtedly come from her own hand, and in those last magic wand again and had walked out of another trap!
seconds of life, seeing her son Fred dead, and facing cer¬ In a room in the Department of Justice Building in
tain arrest, she had turned a gun on herself and fired the Washington two men sat at a desk. A teletype machine
bullet that killed her. was near them.
THE STORY OF "MAGIC" KARPIS 13
One of these men was J. Edgar Hoover, head written on it. It read:
of the Department of Criminal Investigation, “Ma Barker and son Fred killed in fight at Okla-
the leading G-Man in the country. Of the waha, Florida. Karpis escaped from house hour before
man that sat near him, little has ever been we arrived. Another man, believed to be Campbell,
heard. It is doubtful if his name has ever and two girls left with him. Standing by for orders.
been in print, yet this man, quiet and un¬ Connelly”
assuming in manner, has contributed Hoover’s face tightened as he looked at Colson, but
more towards running down crimi¬ neither man said anything. Speed and efficiency were the
nals than any other man in the two things that had been ingrained in G-Men. No use
country, with the exception to discuss the fact that Karpis had eluded them; seconds
of Hoover himself. were precious in picking up the trail of the man that had
He is Clyde Colson, first by this time been dubbed “Public Enemy Number 1.”
assistant to J. Edgar It wasn’t necessary for either
Hoover or Colson to
look at a map to
find out where
Oklawaha
was lo-
partment he is called
“Hoover’s shadow.” Gen¬
erally unknown by the pub¬
lic and even the crooks, he
can move from place to place
like a shadow, gathering evi¬
dence that no one else could get
The teletype in front of Hoover
and Colson clicked. A message was
that the closest large town was Jackson¬ Arriving on the fourth floor of the hotel, next second it shot out of the front doors
ville. They knew all this long before Con¬ Detectives Mulhern and Whiteman tiptoed of the garage into the darkness. It headed
nelly and his men had made the raid. toward the door of room 23. A light was for Longport, on the outskirts of Atlantic
They knew another thing which was im¬ shining through the bottom crack. A door City.
portant. Modern crooks, unlike the old- down the hall closed and a- man, dressed On the fourth floor of the hotel, De¬
time outlaws, always headed for a large in pajamas, came toward them. tective Mulhern had assisted Detective
city when they fled. Where the old time He was slim and dark-haired, with a Whiteman to his feet. The bullet had
criminal sought the seclusion of isolated pasty pallor to his cheeks. He was hold¬ cut through Whiteman’s cheek, leaving
country and mountains, the crooks of today ing his hands as if in pain. only a nasty flesh wound. Detective Bren¬
seek seclusion in centers of large popula- He said to the two detectives: “Looking nan had gone down the rear stairway but
for somebody?” by the time he got there, Karpis and
"Karpis and Campbell,” Hoover said “Sure,” Detective Mulhern answered, Campbell were gone.
quickly, “will head for Jacksonville. They “we want the two guys in room 23.” The two girls that had rushed into the
will ditch their car there, knowing that The man dressed in pajamas smiled and hall and then back to their room were ar¬
it is marked. They will steal another and said: “They’re friends of mine. I’ll tell rested. They were the two girl friends of
head north. Get a report from Jacksonville them you want to see them.” the escaped ' bandits. Campbell’s girl
police on any car that might have been
stolen tonight.” A ND with that he went through the
i door of room 23. Mulhern looked at
friend gave the name of Winona Burdette
and the one with Karpis, who was wounded
some time to work over to the phone, but experts went over it. They made the dis¬ Nash of Cambridge got the tip that Kar¬
when he did, he called Sheriff Roy Kruggle covery that Karpis no longer had finger¬ pis was behind the robbery, but this tip
prints. An operation of special skin graft¬ brought no results.
“This is Doctor Hunsicker of Allentown, ing had taken all prints off his fingers and And then these flurries of excitement in
Pennsylvania,” the man gasped. “I’m tied where his prints were found were only the press ceased. Karpis was forgotten as
hand and foot and am in the Grange hall smudges. far as news was concerned. His sensational
somewhere to the southwest of Akron.” In the meantime the entire forces of the escape from Florida and Atlantic City, and
“Okay,” the sheriff answered. “I’ll find five states, combined with the resources his successful running of the gauntlet of
you right away.” at the command of Hoover, were throwing death through a maze of G-Men and state
Half an hour later Sheriff Kruggle, out a net to catch the fleeing desperadoes. police, remained Only a vivid and em¬
accompanied by his deputy, Jim Corn, The northern country was well-known to barrassing memory to the public.
walked into the lonely Grange hall and
saw Doctor Horace H. Hunsicker, of the
staff of the Pennsylvania State Hospital
Karpis, having worked out of St. Paul for
some time and the G-Men worked on the
theory that he and Campbell were going
H OWEVER, in J. Edgar Hoover’s.
office in Washington, Karpis was not
at Allentown, lying on the floor, his hands in this direction. forgotten. On Hoover’s desk lay a letter,
and feet still tied. They were traced to Chicago; Fearing received from Karpis that day. It was
The sheriff cut the ropes. The young
doctor stood up. He was pale and his face
was haggard, but he moved his arms and
legs to get circulation back into his body.
“Thanks, Sheriff,” he said. “I was
dumped here an hour ago, and riding ill
the back of a car for three hundred and
fifty miles, tied and gagged, hasn’t been
pleasant.”
“What happened?” the sheriff demanded.
Doctor Hunsicker told his story. The
night before he was driving his car along
the Allentown-Philadelphia Pike at Sellers-
ville, Pennsylvania. Two men in a green
sedan pushed him up to the curb and
forced him to get out of his car at the
point of a gun.
He was tied and gagged and thrown back
in his car. One of the men got in the
driver’s seat and drove away. The other
man went back to the green sedan. After
they had ridden about an hour, the doctor’s
car stopped. The other man appeared and
jumped in the front seat.
Then they drove west. The doctor did
not know where they were headed or what
was going to happen to him or why the
two men with a machine-gun wanted to
take him along.
He remembered hearing them say they
were passing Akron and then a little later,
the car stopped and he was thrown in the
lonely Grange hall and the two men drove
his car away.
Sheriff Kruggle rushed the doctor back
to Akron. The sheriff had heard about
Karpis and the pea green sedan. He wasted
no time trying to get the message to
Washington. He called the Ohio state
police and two minutes later every radio When Karpis wanted to buy the above car, he went to an agency
car and station of the Ohio state police and flashed a roll of hundred and five-hundred-dollar bills.
got the radio message to be on the look¬
out for a 1935 Chevrolet coach, carry¬
ing a Pennsylvania license plate—A-77886. he might be headed for Canada, Hoover written in a crude, scrawling hand, hardly
crime Karpis might have left behind. always just beyond the grasp of the G- gun before, felt one shoved in her side.
The G-Men made a startling discovery Men. He moved from one city to an¬ They were Fred Ball, cashier at the
in this Chicago suburb. They did not find other, taking advantage of the underworld, station, Orlin Warkinson, a news dealer
any trace of Karpis, but while they were hiding behind his new face—a hunted who had come down to get some Cleveland
in Maywood, a body was washed ashore creature that could move only at night and papers, and P. E. Christy, who just hap¬
at Lake Erie. had to hole up in the daytime. pened to be at the station.
The face was mutilated beyond any hope When October came, there was a meet¬ In the distance the train whistled and
of recognition, but teeth and bridge work ing in Hoover’s office. Special Officer Con¬ came roaring down the track, coming to
taken from the mouth established the nelly, who was still on Karpis’ trail, David a stop alongside the station platform.
identification of the dead man as Doctor McGee, head of the southern division of What happened next came with such speed
Joseph P. Moran, accused of being the the G-Men, and Phillip Mahon, in charge and efficiency that it was all over before
former doctor for the Barker-Karpis gang of the northern division, were there. anyone realized it had happened.
and an expert plastic surgeon. With Hoover was Clyde Colson, who Mrs. Scott and those with her were
have a plane, but if he could get $500, closed in on the sound, and when he backed anything, do anything—if only they
he would make a first payment on one. He out of the house he was holding a tall, wouldn’t give him the death sentence.
didn’t believe he would ever see the man thin-faced man. That was a matter for the courts to
again, but three days later he appeared “All right, Brock,” Connelly said. decide and the G-Men did not commit
with five hundred dollars. Zilter went to “We’re arresting you for the Garretville themselves. Back in New Orleans, the man
Toledo and bought a plane, putting the train robbery.” captured with Karpis was discovered to be
five hundred down as a first payment. John Brock, alias Harold Johnson, Fred Hunter, a suspect in the Garretville
He started on his flight with the three shrugged and answered: “What to hell train robbery.
men. He was told to head for Hot Springs, can I.do about it?” He was turned over to the postal in¬
Arizona. Here he stopped and one of From that point on events moved with spectors. The girl with Hunter and Karpis
the men got out. He went on to Tulsa startling swiftness—and absolute silence. was known as Ruth O’Hara. She was
where his two other passengers left the G-Men were rushed to New Orleans, but questioned by the G-Men but no charges
the local police department had no knowl¬ were placed against her.
Zilter was advised to stay with the G- edge of their presence. Hoover’s announcement to the press was
Men for a week for protection. Hoover and brief, confined only to the information that
Then on April 29th, J. Edgar Hoover
Colson rushed extra G-Men to Tulsa and 'Karpis had been captured. The policy of
boarded a plane at Washington and flew
every part of the city was turned inside the government is never to give out any
to New Orleans. In his pocket was the
out, looking for Karpis. The search spread information, but behind this brief notice
letter Karpis had written him, threatening
far beyond Tulsa, into the wild Cookson’s to kill him on sight. Hoover smiled grimly of Hoover's is the story of how the G-Men
foothills. finally located Karpis.
as he thought of that letter. He was go¬
But again Karpis had disappeared as if
by magic.
A month passed. Postal inspectors and
ing to give Karpis a chance to carry out
that threat.
T HEY knew he had gone to New Orleans
sometime the first of April. They got
G-Men were closing in on a known mem¬ On May 1st, the 3000 block of Canal this information in Hot Springs, Arkansas,
ber of the gang that held up the Garret- Street, a half mile from the business sec¬ but Karpis had had his face lifted and it
ville train. The trail of Karpis led back tion of New Orleans, was peaceful and was difficult to locate him in New Orleans.
to New York City. Hoover and Colson strangely quiet in the warm afternoon sun. But face lifting does not change the
followed this trail, learned that he had A few automobiles moved up and down blustering braggadocio of a criminal.
been there and had attended the Louis-Baer the street. A trolley car stopped at the end Karpis wanted to buy a car. He wanted to
prize fight—and had married an Arkansas of the block. Anderson Cole, a seventeen- do it like a big shot. He went to an agency
girl while in the city. year-old high school student, who lived in and gave his address and flashed a roll of
Then on February 26th, the first arrest the apartment house at 3333 Canal Street, hundred and five hundred dollar bills.
was made in the train robbery case. got off the car and started for his home. The salesman that talked with Karpis
Grover (Burhead) Beady was picked up Three people came out of the apartment became suspicious. He got to thinking
in Toledo by postal inspectors and G-Men house. Two were men, each dressed in about Karpis. He told his wife. She told
and brought to Cleveland. Technical whites, and the third was a girl, young and her friends.
charges of robbery were placed against him. pretty. The three walked toward a car that
And the gossip traveled with startling
was at the curb.
B UT the trail Hoover and Colson had
picked up in New York City over¬ B UT they never got there. From behind
speed and within a few days, it was gen¬
erally known in New Orleans that Karpis
was there. This information got to the
shadowed the arrest of Beady. Special bushes and around the corner of the Kirs of Special Agent McGee. He wired
Agent Connelly, in charge of the G-Men apartment house men swarmed, carrying Hoover and Hoover flew to New Orleans
working in Ohio and Arkansas, received machine-guns and automatics. to give Karpis the chance, to shoot him
instructions from Hoover to raid a house And leading these men was J. Edgar on sight.
at the outskirts of Hot Springs, Arkansas. Hoover. The two men with the girl swerved
Describing Karpis’ face after the opera¬
Connelly and his men made the raid, but they had no chance to reach for guns.
tion, Hoover said: “He told us it cost him
but again, as if it seemed to be an inevi¬ They gasped in surprise—and terror.
$350. It wasn’t worth thirty-five cents to
table trick of fate, Karpis had slipped out One of them, small .of body and slim,
him. It changed his jaw a little, but we
of the house less than an hour before the with black hair and black eyes, and an ex¬
could have recognized him anywhere.”
G-Men arrived. pressionless face, cringed and his knees
Only one aftermath remained to the
started to buckle under him as he shook
Rebuffed again, the G-Men continued story. A little before Karpis and Hunter
like ■ a leaf.
their relentless search. By this time every were captured, a lone fugitive who
resource of the Department of Justice was “All right, Karpis,” Hoover said. “You limped and was too hot for any one of the
directed toward capturing the man that don’t have to tremble like a scared rat. We underworld to get near him, left that
bad defied law for so long. Rewards total¬ don’t kill men in cold blood.” apartment house.
ing seven thousand dollars were posted for And Alvin Karpis, the moronic killer
It was Campbell, the man Karpis had
his apprehension. that left behind him a trail of blood and
escaped from Florida with and who had
And slowly and relentlessly the govern¬ crime, did what all such men do when they
shot his way out of the Danmore Hotel
ment was closing in oil Karpis. There face death.
in Atlantic City. He never came back to
was no hurry, no mis-steps. Coldly and He whimpered and begged for his life. the apartment house. He heard of. the
persistently the G-Men picked up each All the brazen courage that, such men are capture of Karpis. He fled north, with
bit of evidence that was to form the net accredited with but never have, was gone. the hand of every man, including crim¬
for Public Enemy Number 1. He finally managed to gasp: “You—you inals, against him.
David McGee, special officer in charge are Mr. Hoover? I know you from your He went to Toledo to hide, but the gov¬
of the New Orleans district, rushed back pictures. I guess we finally meet.” ernment followed close behind him. On
to that city. At Hot Springs, the G-Men “Yes,” Hoover replied, “and if my mem¬ May 7th, Hoover, personally conducting
were holding a woman of mystery. She ory serves me right, you were going to the search, made the arrest without having
was taken on a number of trips through¬ kill me when we met.” to fire a shot.
out the south, and the information gleaned Karpis whimpered: “I didn’t 'have a Campbell was taken to St. Paul in a
from her was the reason for McGee going chance.” plane. He was put in another cell close
to New Orleans. Hoover didn’t tell him that he had more to Karpis. The two men did not speak.
On April 26th, Special Agent Connelly, chance than most of his victims ever had. The rumor got out that Karpis had
with five G-Men, got out of a car on a Handcuffs were put on him and the man tipped the G-Men off to where his pal
darkened side street of Youngstown, Ohio. with him and the two G-Men took charge and friend might be hiding. He did this
They went up to the door of a house and of the girl. hoping to get leniency for himself and to
knocked. There was no answer. They The aftermath of the final capture of escape the electric chair.
knocked again and then their shoulders Karpis took place in St. Paul where he The G-Men would not confirm this
went against the door, crashing it down. was taken in a plane. Faced by the G-
They leaped into the wall of darkness Men, he cringed and begged for life. He But a rat, when cornered, will do any¬
that lay beyond the door. There was a admitted the Hamm and Bremer kid¬ thing to get free!
scuffle of feet in front of them. Connelly napping charges. He was ready to admit The End
:a i j =i By Lieutenant jack Killion
Los Angeles, California, County Sheriff’s Department
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Was the man mad1 His story was the wildest, the most
fantastic ever heard—but his narrative withstood the
strain of investigation, becoming the most sensational
and bitterly cruel murder ever listed in a library of death
den, I stood beside the fish pond and read the story of soaps like an aura about him, was bowed with grief.
death as I saw it. Prone the young woman lay, her face “She must have slipped/’ his voice was a husky rattle
and chest in the shallow water. She was clad in silk in his throat. “God, it’s awful! I can’t get out there
pajamas. A water lily, drooping under the blast of the and look at it. She must have slipped, got dizzy or some¬
sun, spread its wax-like petals near her hair. Like the thing. She was—she was going to have a baby.”
flower, the drowned woman seemed to be shrinking from He sobbed and lifted his heavy face to stare with
the brutal heat into the tepid water of the lily pond. strangely dry eyes into mine. “I told her to keep away
In the sitting room of the small stucco bungalow, attrac¬ from that pond,” he said. “It was dangerous.”
tive and neat in spite of the psuedo-Spanish ugliness of The shallow pond with its blooms so attractive in the
exterior so common in southern California houses, a man cool of dawns and dusks, but so pitifully tortured in the
sat with his head on his hands. white glare of the California noons, was dangerous in the
Robert James, master barber, a heavily built, heavy- opinion of this grieving man. I studied him with more
featured man, with the aroma of his pomades and his interest. But his sorrow was absolute.
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20 AMERICAN DETECTIVE
There was a suspicion of murder in my mind because air perfumed by flowers which clung bravely to the fresh¬
I am a murder man. There was a suspicion of murder ness of last evening’s irrigation. A bride of less than
in the mind of Inspector William Bright when i dictated two months, her husband had told us. A bride of two
to a stenographer the first pages of the report which would months who became dizzy and fell into an ornamental
finally rest between its two cloth covers in the library pond to die.
of death. “Because she was pregnant?” A physician of whom
Sweet and gloriously beautiful had been the wife of I enquired raised his eyebrows. “It is possible, of course.
Robert James. Her fine blue eyes looked out at us from But the time was very brief, you say. However, there is
the photographs we assembled, as the homicide detail pre¬ a possibility that she may have been sick and dizzy in the
pared its evidence for the coroner. garden that morning.”
I talked to the neighbors who had seen the young Before the coroner’s jury received the case two days
woman walking in her after the enquiry into steadily strengthening evidence of
garden in the brief accidental death, Dr. A. F. Wagner, Los Angeles county
cool of early autopsy surgeon and one of the most skilled and pains¬
morning, the taking of scientists, examined the body and made his report.
“There is an acute cellulitis,” Dr. Wagner said, “prob¬
ably caused by the bite of a venomous insect on her left
ankle. There are small marks on the ankle. Dizziness
brought on by this inflammation of cellular tissue prob¬
ably was a contributory cause to her death; causing her
to stumble into the pond. Death was due to drowning.”
An insect bite. The doctor suggested that the cellulitis
was extensive enough to have been caused probably by a
“black widow” spider or a venomous reptile.
“There’s been snakes in that garden once or twice. I
warned her,” said Robert James, his heavy face the color
of wet ashes, as he sat in the jury room during the
coroner’s inquest.
Doctor Wagner finished his autopsy with a thorough
examination of the dead woman’s luqgs and stomach.
No poison was in the stomach. Evidence in the lungs
was that she had died of drowning. The swelling
of her left leg and thigh and plain proof of the bite
of a poisonous insect or reptile accounted for her
stumbling into the pond without the question of
her pregnancy arising.
Accidental death. The evidence was complete. A
jury thought it was sufficient. The first suspicions
of a homicide detail detective, engendered only be¬
cause of the nature of his trade, were quieted.
“But it’s still queer,” said Inspector William Bright.
He discussed the case with Norris G. Stensland,
chief of the burglary and robbery detail and a
shrewd investigator.
“If I were you, I’d keep the file open,” sug¬
gested the other detail chief. “Something
may turn up.”
Thus the bound, typewritten pages
which formed the file in the case
of the accidental death of
beautiful Mary Emma
James, found its
place among the
Three of the men who claimed they sold rattlesnakes to one of the
suspects. From left to right: Jack Allman, "Snakey Joe" Houtenbrink
and Mike Allman. Left: Phials of poison taken from the snakes in
question. Guinea pigs put with the reptiles, succumbed to bites.
of such weird and amazing I checked the saddened barber’s past more closely when¬
homicides as only Los Angeles ever a lull in daily assignments gave me an opportunity to
is able to collect. reopen the brown book of tragedy and study again the
The file remained in the hom¬ details of the fish pond accident as gathered by half a dozen
icide bureau as the year 1935 operatives of the detail. Two of the barber’s former wives
drew to a close. The barber had divorced him. One marriage, this one in Los Angeles,
James was not forgotten either was annulled. The fifth beauty to be led to the altar by
by myself or by any other mem¬ the marrying barber was Mary Emma Busch, the victim
ber of the sheriff’s department of accidental death among the ornamental lilies in a back¬
who had seen the pitiful, silk- yard pond.
dad figure of the . beautiful James was back at his shop in La Crescenta. The
blonde and who had enquired desert sun lost a little of its brazen glare. November came
into her strange death. and suddenly Robert James was being discussed by every
member of the homicide detail again. The Occidental
checked the barber’s past. His Insurance Company had filed a suit against him seeking
late wife was a beautician to cancel policies totaling $5,700 which had insured his
whom he had married in Glen¬ wife Mary Emma. The policies carried a double indem¬
dale. I discovered that a pre¬ nity clause in case of death by accident. The insurance
vious wife, Winona Wallace, company charged that Mrs. James’ health was misrepre¬
had died in Manitou, Colorado, sented when the policies were taken out a month before
when she slipped in a bathtub her death.
and was drowned. This infor¬ The coroner’s inquest had returned that the pretty
mation went into the file of blonde died by accidental drowning. Although our inves¬
accidental death. By mail I tigation and enquiry had revealed nothing more alarming
obtained the fact that a coro¬ than a string of five wives in the barber’s career of mar¬
ner’s jury had decided that riage and the death of one of them by suicide in a bath¬
Winona Wallace’s death was tub, the tightly bound file on the lily pond death was
suicidal. taken out of the bookcase in Inspector Bright!s office. It
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Robert James, right, pointing out the spot at which the body of his wife,
Mary Busch James (insert) was found face downward in the lily pond.
was turned over to District Attorney Buron Fitts. assignment. At its conclusion, the only testimony of im¬
“It is an accidental death as far as anyone can make portance which I could add to the file now in the office
out,” I told the district attorney as I sketched the case of the district attorney was the assertion of an insurance
briefly. Robert P. Stewart, chief deputy district attor¬ agent that James had offered to settle the case out of court
ney, and Virgil Grey, a deputy prosecutor, were present for three thousand dollars. The action went off the cal¬
when I took the matter up with Fitts. All three listened endar. I returned to my work on the homicide detail.
eagerly to what I had to say. All three pored over the The two members of District Attorney Fitts’ force re¬
inch-thick file and studied the findings of the coroner’s jury. turned to their mountain of labors in the prosecutor’s office.
“It’ll bear further investigation,” said Buron Fitts. Officially and probably finally, Mrs. James was still a
“This insect bite business looks innocent enough, but-” victim of accidental death. The evidence of that insect
I knew what he was thinking. We were officials in a or reptile bite still disturbed me. Buron Fitts’ unspoken
section of the United States whose residents have long been thoughts were mine as I frequently contemplated the case.
accustomed to reading accounts of fantastic and weird hom¬ It-was incredulous, indescribably horrible to consider that
icides in their daily newspapers. We were investigators a man would deliberately expose his wife to the bite of
in a community whose floating population is the greatest an insect or of a reptile in a murder plot. Incredible,
in the country. A community of such attractions that that is, in any other community in America, probably in
among this floating population are the world’s strangest the world.
types. The suit by the life insurance company brought to But this was Los Angeles. Pulsing and throbbing with
light a possible motive for the murder of the pretty blonde. its own mad fantasy and falseness, under the shadow of
The barber’s long list of marriages set him aside as one the ugly mountains near the city borders, is fabulous
of southern California’s numerous freak characters. Hollywood. In this land where nothing is real, where
I attended the trial of the life insurance suit by special people live in a crazy world of their own fashioning; where
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AMERICAN DETECTIVE 2?
a sense of values is unknown, anything spread their beauty before the summer but exceedingly attractive in a finished,
could be conceived in a brain long lost to sun could drive them back into the grey polished way, her affairs with the 46-year-
reality. And anything could be conceived earth, the desert flowers bloomed on every old marrying barber were not surprising
in the brains of those warped hordes who vacant acreage in Los Angeles county. when we considered the man’s odd morals.
flock to southern California to live and There was no cessation in the work of the “We can and shall bring a morals charge
seek they know not what. homicide detail. I followed the drab parade against him because of this affair with the
The barber James had migrated from of murder, accidental death and suicide, but niece,” the district attorney said. “But
the middle west. He had accumulated a I never forgot the case of the barber’s first of all we intend to go deeper, inves¬
string of five wives. He had been bent wife and the district attorney’s assertion tigate further and try through his affair
double in his last wife’s pretty sitting room “We’ll give it the works. If a crime has with the niece to throw more light on the
on the morning of her death, sobbing and been committed we’ll ferret it out.” death of his wife.”
shaking, but his eyes were dry when they But April 1936 had come before the And so Robert James became the sub¬
looked into mine. Surely he could be listed prosecutor was ready with facts to add to ject for one of the most thorough investi¬
as one of the semi-psychopathic types which my own suspicions in the case of the gations ever conducted in Los Angeles
make the task of a murder man in south¬
ern California a constant series of enquiry
into bizarre types of crime.
In December the barber’s place among
the screwbox element of the community was
strengthened when the Los Angeles city
police reported that they had locked him
up.'
A woman unknown to him had called a
passing patrolman and insisted that he had
persistently insulted her on a city street.
She had walked away from him, this wo¬
man said. He had followed her and finally
actually struck her when she told him she
would appeal to a policeman. Barber James
paid a fine in police court for his odd
behavior. It was a minor fined and a
minor case, but it marked Robert James
for further and more detailed investiga¬
tion by the sheriff’s department and by the
office of the district attorney.
niece, he would mention the death of his his wife's death. His niece dabbed her them snakes at Joe’s. James asked me to
wife. The operators added to the thicken¬ beautiful eyes in the district attorney’s get ’em. I didn’t know what he wanted
ing file strange accounts of conversations office and she, too, heard no mention of with ’em.”
between the manicurist and her enamoured- the true reason for her uncle’s arrest. His questioners were aghast. They had
uncle. They learned of a man’s moral in¬ The dictographs had unfolded a warm piloted him through a series of evasions.
stability which had dragged him through story of the love which these oddly as¬ They had brought the questioning around
five marriages and a score of escapades sorted relatives had developed since the to the barber and had seen him wince. But
with women and which he interpreted for slim body of the blonde was found in the they had not expected the slightest con¬
the surprisingly naive manicurist as love. garden pool eight months before. Why firmation of this strange tale he had told
The incest charge was established be¬ she should have been selected of all the to a beer garden associate nine months
fore the middle of April, and evidence scores, hundreds, probably thousands, who
enough had been gathered to press it when find illicit love in Los Angeles county, the
the Los Angeles police department entered
the case with an amazing report.
lovely manicurist was at a loss to under¬
stand. The laws of incest were explained
N OWHERE on the bookshelves of a
library of murder can be found a
An attorney who insisted that he remain to her. Her dark eyes saddened, her full confession as astounding as that to which
anonymous, visited the ornate police de¬ red lips curved downward and she wept. we listened as the erstwhile sailor un¬
partment building on Temple Street one For a week or more the district attor¬ folded his tale. Never, I firmly believe,
day and recounted a story a client had ney kept after the anonymous lawyer for in the history of Los Angeles has such a
told him weeks before. The informant was further information concerning the strange story been told, and, I sincerely hope, never
quickly brought before District Attorney beer garden conversation in August, 1935. will its equal be told again.
Fitts.
“This client of mine,” the attorney said,
“was in a beer parlor last August, when a
L OS ANGELES was gay with the spring
, crowds. April was drawing to a close
“I got ’em at Snakey Joe’s in Pasadena.
He told me to,” Hope repeated, “but I
didn’t know what he would use them for
man sat at a table with him and told him and May was about to smile her warmest, until I seen.”
he had procured two rattlesnakes with when the information finally arrived. The “You saw?” Buron Fitts leaned forward,
which a La Crescenta resident intended to lawyer, Buron Fitts was informed, had his slender fingers touched a pencil on his
kill his wife.” finally induced his client to divulge the desk. His face was strained and eager.
name of the beer garden associate so that Near him a stenographer sat with pad and
ASTOUNDING and far fetched as the justice could be served. The story, he be¬ pencil poised. “You saw what?”
/ \ story sounded, it would supply the lieved, was too incongruous to hold up un¬ Hope’s eyes blazed madly as he stared
missing details in the case of Mrs. Mary der investigation but the name of the man around the room once more. Then he ad¬
Emma James. The tiny marks on her who had told the tale of the snakes was dressed himself directly to the stenogra¬
ankle; the plain evidence of poison from C. H. Hope, a cafe manager at Hermosa pher. He was as a man who dictates the
an insect or reptile bite would be answered Beach. details of his life’s most dramatic moment
if this story were true and its narrator In the district attorney’s office on the and wants his words transcribed correctly.
could be traced. night of May 1st, a man sat and nervously “It was the Sunday before they found
Who was the client who told this wild fingered the bulging muscles on the side her dead,” his voice was lower, his breath¬
tale? of his neck. He wore an open-necked polo ing strained. “The Sunday before they
The attorney shook his head. He thought shirt, a light coat and dark trousers. A found her—dead. I went to James’ house
it his duty to report it he said, but as his bullet head was set on his muscular neck. to take his car back. I’d borrowed it. It
client was in no manner involved and At some time his nose had been broken; was eleven o’clock in the morning. I
chose to keep his identity and the identity his eyes were steely grey and hard. walked into the kitchen. James had his
of his informant secret, there the matter A former United States sailor, C. H. wife tied up and her mouth taped. She
would have to end. Hope, who was called “Chuck” by his only had on a nightgown. Her feet were
But it would not end. The district at¬ friends, gazed from one to another of the bare. She was tied on a breakfast nook
torney urged the lawyer to press his client group assembled in the district attorney’s table. Her feet were dangling near the
for every detail. He begged that the man office. With Buron Fitts were deputies floor. Her eyes were covered with tape,
be induced to appear and identify himself Eugene Williams, Robert Stuart and Vir¬ too. She was on her back.”
or at least name the beer parlor associate gil Grey, the assistant prosecutors who had He paused and his eyes wandered again
who had told the story. remained as close to the James case as from face to face of his inquisitors. He
“The man who told the story was half pressure of regular duties would allow. seemed to jerk his attention back to the
drunk,” replied the lawyer. “But I will For hours that night the former sailor stenographer and began to talk again in*
do my best. If I can get the name of the twisted his heavily muscled neck and cast a slightly louder voice.
man I’ll telephone it to you at once. My his baleful, eyes from one to another in “James told me to get a box that was
client I’ll protect. He simply heard the the district attorney’s office as he an¬ out in the garage,” Hope said. “I went
tale, and it may be far fetched and as ridi¬ swered or evaded questions. and it was the box I’d brought the two
culous as it sounds.” “I must have been drunk,” he said when snakes in from over at Snakey Joe’s in
Not ridiculous, I told myself when I he was told that in August, 1935, he had Pasadena. I took it in to him. I put
heard the news from the police official to babbled a tale of procuring snakes with it down on the floor.”
whom the lawyer had first taken his story. which a man intended to kill his wife. The ex-sailor' paused and shuddered.
Exceptional, uncomformable to the ideas “Who was that man?” demanded the “That guy sort of hypnotized me,” he
most of us have of civilization, probably, prosecutor. whispered. “He had the sign on me. He
but not ridiculous and not too far fetched “I musta been drunk,” Hope repeated. got a sort of spell ,put over me.”
when one considers the locale. He was a difficult man to question. A hard “The box,” Buron Fitts’ voice broke
The file on the James case was develop¬ man who had seen much of the seamy side a full minute of strained silence. “What
ing new 'homicidal interest. What had at of life. happened after you brought the box into
first been an accidental death was in a fair When the name “Robert James” was the kitchen?”
way to become the most sensational and mentioned to him there was a flicker of “He had a spell on me, that guy did,”
the most bitterly cruel murder ever listed fear in his hard eyes. He began to clasp Hope was raising his voice again. “I
in the brown-backed books in the library and unclasp his heavy fingers as his square don’t know why I even had anything to
of death. hands rested limply in his lap. do with him. I’ve known him seven years.
Without further ado and without wait¬ With incisive, probing questions, the I knew something was screwy but he’d told
ing for the telephone call from the lawyer prosecutor persisted. At last “Chuck” me snake bite would cause his wife to
informant, District Attorney Fitts filed Hope sprang from his chair and took lose a kid. He’d told her that, too. But
the morals charge against the barber and three nervous paces across the floor, to re¬ he had her tied up. I thought he wanted
he was brought to the county jail. turn and almost fling himself into his chair her to lose a kid she was going to have.”
Heavy-jowled, beady-eyed, as unlike the again. His knuckles showed white through “The box,” insisted the district attorney,
Casanova we were prepared to prove him the tan on the back of his hands as he “what did you do with the box of snakes ?”
as a man could be, Robert James was tac¬ gripped the chair arms. Hope glared at him wildly. “He opened
iturn and sullen when he went behind the “I got ’em from Snakey Joe’s over in it,” he shouted. “He opened the box. The
bars. No mention was made to him of Pasadena,” he blurted suddenly. “I got rattlers stirred in it. They was coiled
AMERICAN DETECTIVE 25
and rattling. God! how they was rattling. ease. A neighborhood character, J. C. Hope’s confession had been. He showed
I saw one raise its head over the edge of Houtenbrink was a well known dealer in us where the woman had been bound to
the box then duck it back. Then the reptiles in Pasadena during 1935. the tiny table in the kitchen. He demon¬
other raised its head and they rattled. The Houtenbrink looked once and once only strated how her naked feet had been
rattlers sounded like they’d gone mad inside at Hope as he stepped from the Deputy plunged into the box with the snakes.
the box.” District Attorney Williams’ car. Asked Then he demonstrated how her body was
The sailor ceased talking. He licked the first important question which would placed in the lily pond, face downwards,
his dry lips and turned his hot eyes upon strengthen or destroy the sailor’s story, the her stomach resting on the concrete edge,
the stenographer. He breathed heavily and snake dealer replied: the lower part of her body on the sun-
in an awed whisper as he realized the en¬ “Sure, I remember that guy. He got blasted grass.
ormity of the story he was telling, he a couple of snakes from me last August. And all the time James looked on and
went on: Next day he brought ’em back. I never shook his head and grinned weakly at
“He put the box under her bare feet. knew why he brought ’em back after he one of the police officers, at the deputy dis¬
He lifted one of her feet and he pushed it bought ’em for three bucks but he did.” trict attorney, or at me.
into the box. He pushed down on her In the automobile again Hope an¬ “That guy Hope is crazy,” he said when
knee and the bare foot and leg went into nounced: “You can prove-up on what I’ve the gruesome act was finished. “He’s
the box with the snakes. The rattling said some more. When he changed her plumb loco and you can’t believe a thing he
was awful. I saw one strike. I saw his nightgown and wiped her dry, he put the tells.”
head go back and then forward. It struck towels and gown in a bucket. There was That was the master barber’s attitude
quick as a flash and then the other hit. two blankets he’d used to dry her on, too. throughout the next six hours of question¬
Mrs. James struggled and strained in the Well, he drives out near La Crescenta and ing. “Hope is crazy,” he repeated fre¬
ropes. I saw her face go red and near there he dumps the bucket and the towels quently.
purple with the strain. But the snakes
went on rattling. They rattled and hissed
down there in the box with her foot in
and gown, I can show you the ravine. He
couldn’t burn them because they were too
wet. Anyhow the bucket might still be
A D then suddenly, late on Sunday night
May 3rd, with Buron Fitts still
there with them.” there. And the two blankets he gave to knifing him with questions, and tripping
He spat out the last words as if he were me. I still got ’em. I’ll have my wife him when he gave evasive answers about
simulating the hissing of the deadly snakes. bring ’em down if you telephone.” his association with Hope, Robert James,
He twisted in his seat as if he felt their “You’re married?” Assistant District At¬ the fat and "amorous barber, finally blurted
poisonous fangs deep in his own quivering torney Williams asked when we were set¬
flesh. But his story was not finished. In tled in Buron Fitts office again. “I had been drinking. Drink drives me
a calmer voice he resumed: “Been married just a couple of months,” crazy.” He lapsed into shuddering silence.
“He told me to take ’em back. To take replied Hope. “And I told my wife all “Then you admit the murder of your
the snakes back to Joe’s. I left in his this too because it ain’t right for a man wife,” Fitts flung at him. “You admit
car. I was wondering if that would really to hold anything back from -.his wife. I the murder of your wife, while you were
make her drop a kid. That night when I told her everything, she’ll tell you.” under the influence of liquor.”
came back, I drove the car in the garage And she did. An attractive girl with a “Yes, yes,” James cried wildly. “I ad¬
and he met me. He had a bottle of whis¬ quiet, well modulated voice, Florence Hope mit it. That’s all I’ll say, but I admit it.”
key and we took a drink. ‘You are in this told us that she had heard the story from The man who used the deadly fangs of
with me,’ he told me. ‘I ain’t wasting no her husband but thought it a wild figment a rattlesnake for a murder weapon has
more time. The snakes didn’t kill her and of his imagination. The blankets, however, been indicted by the grand jury. He says
I’m going to drown her.’ I sat on the she produced and they were added to the he waits now only for his appearance in
running board of the car and thought. I list of evidence. court to give full details of the crime on
knew he had it on me if I squawked be¬ his own account and take his sentence.
cause I’d got the snakes. Then after a AMONG the trash in the ravine which A pudgy barber with beady eyes, Robert
while he came out again. ‘I’ve drowned / \ Hope pointed out were many buckets. S. James had induced five beautiful women
her in the bathtub,’ he said. ‘I'm going Our effort to strengthen his tale failed to marry him. To his own moral level
to clean up the mess 1’ Then after a bit there. Nothing he could find was distinc¬ he brought his charming niece.
he made me help him carry her out to the tive enough to be'recognized as the bucket, But when this viper of Los Angeles
lily pond. He’d wiped her all dry with the dead woman’s nightgown or the towels used rattlesnakes as his murder tools, the
blankets and put pajamas on her. He said he said her husband had used to dry her very marks the reptiles left behind proved
he was afraid the police would get wise if dead body. the clew to his own undoing.
he left her in the tub on account of one With one informant telling the maddest The brown book in the homicide detail
of his other wives died that way.” story homicide investigators had ever list¬ office is back on its shelf. Scrawled on its
of Krass and telephone for a physician. thought they were intoxicated and mentioned that fact
“And hurry,” she called after Bowers. “I’m afraid to her sister. For the moment, that was all the depu¬
Tony’s dying.” ties could learn. They knew only that Tony Caldwell had
Krass called a doctor in Waldo, neighboring Jackson wantonly been shot to death in the front yard of his home.
county community, but Tony Caldwell was dead when From the direction taken by the car, it was believed the
the physician arrived. He had died with his head in his slayer had fled to Kansas City, there to lose himself among
wife’s lap and with his two frightened children and his friends in the underworld.
elderly father watching him as he struggled for breath. Chief Deputy Kelley and his assistants, who devoted
The doctor called James Gleeson, deputy coroner, in long hours to the investigation following, were hard put
Kansas City, informing him of the murder, and Gleeson to find a motive for the slaying of the young milkman.
got in touch with John C. Kelley, chief deputy sheriff, Caldwell, they were told, was not the type to make
who assigned three of his men, J. W. Byrne, Frank Ride¬ enemies. Big, good-natured, with a laugh playing over
nour and James Hendricks to the task of running down his lips and with a penchant for practical jokes in his
the slayer. make-up, he was a steady worker. For nine years, fol¬
From Krass and his wife, it was learned they had heard lowing his marriage to Thelma Buttner, he had been
the shotgun report, but had thought it was the backfire employed by the man who married his sister—Art Bauman,
from a motor car. It developed that Mrs. Caldwell and operator of a prosperous dairy near Grandview, Mo.
Bowers did not know the exact time of the murder, but Caldwell’s salary was small—only $50 a month—but
Krass, who had just heard the finish of the news com¬ he and his young wife had made ends meet. When the
mentator’s talk on the radio when the report sounded, babies came and more money was required, Thelma helped
fixed the time at 9:45 o’clock. in meeting household expenses by washing for her imme¬
Miss Clara Palmer, another neighbor, said she heard diate neighbors.
someone shouting in front of the Caldwell home, and that She and Tony spent little or no money for amuse¬
a few seconds later a motor car had passed her residence, ments, seldom attending a picture show, and
running east to the Blue Ridge extension, where it leaving their home in Hickman Mills
turned south. There were several men in the car, only infrequently to spend a day
she told the deputies, and all of them were with Mrs. Caldwell’s parents or
shouting. with Tony’s sister, Mrs. Bau¬
She had man. When they made those
trips, they used the Ford truck
Bauman had furnished for the milk route, well might have been the victim of gang¬ mediately after the shot was heard, but
and the gasoline to operate it was paid for sters. It was pointed out that Kansas their search was futile.
by the brother-in-law. City underworld characters frequently took Funeral services were held for Caldwell
Bowers, chattering incessantly about their “ride victims” out into the country on April 2nd and his shot-torn body was
how horrible the murder was, told the depu¬ to dispose of their bodies. It was not il¬ laid to rest in Memorial Park Cemetery.
ties that Caldwell had seemed in good logical, the deputies reasoned, to think that For all the tangible clues the investigators
spirits while, they were covering the milk -Caldwell, traversing the country roads late had been unable to unearth, it seemed that
route. “If anything was worrying him,” at night, might have come across Kansas the secret of Tony Caldwell’s death went
Bowers said, “he didn’t show it.” , City gangsters on some of these occasions to his grave with him.
Mrs. Caldwell, at Kelley’s insistence, re- ' and have been marked for death by them But Chief Deputy Kelley was not to be
peated her story of her husband’s last con¬ because of something he had learned as easily discouraged,
versation with her. to their identity. “Somewhere,” he told his deputies, “is a
“Tony came into the house to get warm Then it was learned that during a milk man who didn’t like Tony Caldwell. There
when he was on his way to Kansas City “strike” several years previously, Caldwell has to" be a motive for planned murder.
with the milk,” she said. “It was about had been stopped by a group of farmers It’s sticking its head up for us to see in this
8 o’clock. He told me that Bob was going who dumped his load of milk into the road. case, if we can only focus our eyes in the
to buy some brains and that we’d have a The deputies were told, however, that Cald¬ right direction. Keep plugging away.
fry when they got back and then play pi¬ well had not been beaten at that time or Something is certain to turn up that will
nochle before we turned in. subjected to abuse, and Mrs. Caldwell said
“He stood beside the stove there and her husband’s sympathies were with the Kelley discussed the case with his chief,
kissed Martha Rose—he was crazy about farmers. Subsequently, he frequently had Sheriff Thomas B. Bash, one of the most
her—and kissed me and drove on. said he favored organization of a milk efficient sheriffs Jackson county has ever
“I went to bed with the children while I drivers’ union, but he had not become a had.
was awaiting their return. Then I heard member of any siich union. “I agree with you,” Bash told him.
them come in—the front door never was Chief Deputy Kelley did not favor the “There’s a motive somewhere waiting for
locked—and Tony came to the bed and gangster theory. us to find it. Keep the boys working.”
kissed me. He said, ‘Honey, we’re here. “I believe,” Kelley said, “that it was
Now for the feast.’ Then he turned away
and I heard Bob tell him a man out front
some recent act in his personal life that
was responsible for his murder; something
K ELLEY decided to visit the Caldwell
home in Hickman Mills again. He
wanted to talk to him. that he had not mentioned to his wife or talked to the young widow of the mur¬
“I heard Tony say, ‘All right,’ and he anyone.” dered man, but he learned nothing new. He
went out the door. I heard him cross the Naturally that opinion led to the belief questioned Bowers a second time.
porch and go down the steps and then, a that Caldwell might have been the victim “Wasn’t there anything about that motor
second or two later, came the shot. Tony of an enraged husband. But, try as they car that you could see to give me a line
screamed terribly. The sound still rings would, the deputies could learn nothing on it?” he asked.
in my ears. When I got to the door of to give weight to such a theory. Caldwell Bowers said no. He had only glanced
the bedroom, Tony had staggered to it seemed to have been a man who was hap¬ in the direction from which the voice came
and fell there at my feet. There was blood piest in his own home. He idolized his asking to “talk to that guy in the house.”
all over him. It was like a nightmare.” two children and he and Mrs. Caldwell It had been a hoarse voice, Bowers said.
As the woman talked, her children clung had never had any trouble. They seemed One that he did not recognize. „
to her. Mrs. Caldwell began sobbing. to be devoted, each to the other. “But was the car a Ford?” Kelley per¬
“Oh, God,” she said, “I just can’t un¬
derstand it, I didn’t know he -had an
enemy in the world. Everybody liked hitn.
K ELLEY told Byrne, Ridenour and
Hendricks to question everyone they
sisted.
“No,” Bowers answered. “It was an
Oldsmobile.”
That’s whyIcariT-see-Why "anybody would could find who had seen Caldwell the night Kelley started looking for Oldsmobiles
do that ter'Kirm They may have mistaken of the murder; to learn whether the slain in the Hickman Mills neighborhood. He
him for somebody else, but I don’t see how man had stopped anywhere in Kansas City found none. He assigned his deputies to
that could be, either. Oh, Tony, Tony, —although that had been denied by Bowers, make a round of the pawnshops in Kansas
how could they?” and seemed improbable in view of. Cald- City to learn whether any pawnbroker had
The woman gave way to hysteria and • well’s return home earlier than usual the sold a shotgun recently.
Kelley and his deputies turned to question¬ night he was slain—-and to endeavor to He knew of other murders that had
ing Bowers. They learned that he had learn whether anyone in the Hickman Mills been Committed with weapons purchased
worked for Bauman at intervals for ap¬ neighborhood had ever had any trouble by the slayers in the Kansas City, Missouri
proximately three years, then had quit to with the murder victim. and Kansas City, Kansas, pawnshops. But,
work in a cabinet shop his father, Robert Byrne, Ridenour and Hendricks ques¬ in this particular case, although the depu¬
M. Bowers, 90-year-old Civil War veteran, tioned more than fifty persons, many of ties learned of the sale of several shot¬
had built for Jiim at the rear of the Bowers whom were residents along Caldwell’s milk guns, the purchasers of none of them
home in Hickman Mills. collection route, but from none of them could be linked with the slaying of Cald¬
T HE Bowers home is one of the most
substantial in the little village. The
did the deputies obtain any promising clue.
“Everybody liked Tony,” was the in¬
well.
The day after Caldwell’s funeral, Kelley
variable response of those whom the depu¬
house in which the Caldwells lived is owned talked to Hendricks, Ridenour and Byrne.
ties questioned as to any enemies Cald¬
by Bauman, the prosperous brother-in-law “This may not be important,” he said,
well might have made.
of the murdered man. “but I think you. should know. You’ll re¬
Meanwhile, Dr. C. G. Leitch, a deputy call that when we first talked to Bowers,
Ten days before Caldwell was killed,
coroner, had removed from Caldwell’s body he told us that all he could see of the car
Bowers had resumed work for Bauman,
a collection of shot and some of the wads in which the slayer waited, was the park¬
and had been assigned to help Caldwell on
from the gun which had caused his death. ing lights. But he has since told me that
his truck. He spent much of his time in
This evidence was turned over to Merle A. it was an Oldsmobile. I think we should
the Caldwell home, even in the period
Gill, ballistician for the Kansas City police check up on Bowers. Learn all you can
when he was not employed by Bauman, and
department, for examination. about him and try to find out what makes
residents of Hickman Mills looked upon
him and Caldwell as the closest of friends. Gill quickly determined that Caldwell him so certain that the killer’s car was
Bowers told the deputies that Caldwell had been killed with No. bird shot, an Oldsmobile.”
never had mentioned having been involved and that the weapon used was a 12-gauge The three deputies returned to their in¬
in trouble with anyone, and that, insofar shotgun. vestigation with renewed determination.
as he knew, no one had threatened the slain With that information at hand, the depu¬ They went from house to house in Hick¬
ties, spurred on by Kelley, made a minute man Mills, from store to store. They
No motor car had trailed their truck search of the Caldwell premises, but could talked to men and women who had known
the night of the murder, Bowers said, nor find no trace of the gun. They followed Robert W. Bowers from childhood.
had he seen a car when Caldwell turned the road along the direction which Miss And then they learned from a source
into the driveway of his home. Palmer had said was taken by the car they left unnamed that Bowers on several
For a time, deputies believed that Cald¬ speeding away from the murder scene im¬ occasions had taken Mrs. Caldwell to pic-
AMERICAN DETECTIVE 31
ture shows. They learned, also, that Bow¬ was recited. And they took Bowers with would not speak, Kelley said:
ers was an inveterate gossip, going from them to Kansas City. “You know what I think? I believe
one store to another to learn the news of He was nervous on the trip, but he was you planned to kill Caldwell, take bis wife
the little town and carrying such news as of a ner.vous temperament. He talked and then kill your brother and father so
he learned in one place to his cronies in about his life in Hickman Mills. He had you could get all the property in your
another. lived there virtually all of his thirty-seven family. That’s—”
T HEY learned that he spent considerable
time at a filling station operated by
years. His father was one of the respected
citizens of the town, and one'of the most
“No, no, no 1 I didn’t plan anything like
that!” Bowers was moved out of his slow
substantial. He spoke frequently of the speech. "You’re wrong. I didn’t kill
Marvin (Bud) Parsons. death of his friend, Tony Caldwell, and Tony. I was too good a friend of his. But
They gave that information to Kelley, speculated as to Kelley’s reason for want¬ I think I know the reason he was killed.”
and the chief deputy decided to question
Mrs. Caldwell again.
"Did you ever go to a picture show with
ing to talk to him again.
"I’ve told him everything I know,” Bow¬ H E paused. Kelley waited a moment,
then spoke again. “All right,” he
ers said. “I’m certain Tony didn't have an
Bob Bowers?” Kelley asked guilelessly. enemy in the world. Why do you suppose urged. “Tell me why he was killed?”
"Why, yes,” Mrs. Caldwell responded he wants to see me again?” "Because of the charivari.”
promptly. “Several times, last fall.” The deputies professed ignorance. “But “Charivari? What are you talking
“Tell me about it,” Kelley urged. he’ll tell you,” they assured Bowers. about?” Kelley questioned, bewildered.
"Why, there isn't much to tell,” Mrs. Shortly afterwards Bowers was ushered “What has a charivari to do with mur-
Caldwell answered, apparently unaware of into Kelley’s presence.
the suspicion prompting Kelley’s questions. “It was because he had the hives,” Bow¬
“It was shortly before Thanksgiving. The
theaters were giving away turkeys to the
F OR a space of minutes, the chief deputy
said nothing to him; just sat there star¬
ers sputtered.
“Who had the hives?” Kelley demanded.
patrons holding the lucky number. Tony ing at him. Bowers became fidgety, shift¬ “Bud—Bud Parsons,” Bowers gulped.
told me to go with Bob, thinking I might ing from one foot to the other. Then: Kelley saw that the man was in earnest.
win a turkey. But I wasn’t lucky,” she “Sit down!” Kelley told him, pointing Then: “Either you’re nuts, or I am,” he
concluded naively. told Bowers. “But go ahead and tell me
“And did Tony ever go to the shows or Bowers sat down. Kelley spoke:
anywhere with another woman?” Kelley "I thought you told me you were a good “It was this way,” Bowers said. “Mar¬
friend of Tony Caldwell’s?” he said. vin—that’s Bud—Parsons was married
“No, sir,” she answered. “Tony never “That’s right,” Bowers replied. “Tony four years ago and we held a charivari
thought of any woman but me. He was was an awfully good friend of mine. I arTiis house. Bud had the hives. Tony
good to me. And he idolized our chil¬ spent a lot of time at his house.” was with us and he suggested that we
dren, especially our little girl.” “Then why did you go to Tony’s broth¬ throw the bridegroom into the pond.
“Did Bowers ever make improper ad¬ er-in-law and tell him that Tony was visit¬ Somebody told Bud it would kill him, on
vances toward you?” Kelley asked next. ing his wife while he was away?” account of his hives, if he Was thrown
“Why, no, sir, he didn’t,” the woman re- Bowers flushed, squirmed uneasily in his in the water.
chair. It developed that Bowers had told “Some of the rest of us persuaded
“Well, tell me this—did Tony ever in¬ Ralph Buttner, brother of Thelma Cald-_ Tnnv not to carry out his plan, but Bud
dicate that he didn’t like Bob Bowers? well, that his brother-in-law visited the always~7esented-4 and he held a grudge
Did he ever say anything to you about Buttner home when Ralph, a truck driver, against Tony. I think that’s one of the
him ?” was away with his truck. Buttner, how¬ reasons Bud shot him.”
The woman thought- deeply a moment. ever, had known Bowers’ information was “Oh, so you think Bud Parsons killed
“Only once that I can recall,” she an¬ false, because Mrs. Buttner worked and Caldwell? One of the reasons you think
swered. “That was last fall. ■ He told me was not at home on the occasions Bowers so is because Tony suggested it would be
at that time, ‘I would beat hell out of Bob had said Caldwell was in her company. a good joke to throw Bud in a porfd on
if he wasn’t a friend.’ ” Buttner had been thinking about that the night of his marriage. That doesn’t
"And did he say why?” Kelley ques- after Tony Caldwell was killed, and, like make sense to me. But what is the other
one of Shakespeare’s characters, had de¬ reason you have for thinking Bud killed
“No sir, he didn’t say anything more cided that Bowers did protest too much. Tony ?”
about it. Didn’t make any explanation He had told about his suspicions, and the "Because I paid him $50 to do it 1” came
at all. A few minutes later he was laugh¬ result was that Bowers had been called the startling answer. “He agreed to do
ing again, and I never thought anything into Kelley’s office for questioning. it for that amount and that’s what I paid
more about it.” Bowers could give no plausible explana¬
“Now on the night Tony was killed,” tion as to his reason for trying to mislead ' Almost breathless with surprise, Kelley
Kelley said, “Bob was right here in the Caldwell’s brother-in-law concerning his sat gazing at Bowers for several minutes.
room when Tony staggered in, wasn’t he?” actions. But Kelley made a stab in the Then he went to Sheriff Bash’s office and
“No, sir. He had gone out in the back asked the sheriff to step into the room
yard after telling Tony a man wanted to “You were trying to get Ralph Buttner with him. A stenographer was called, and
speak to him. He didn’t come in for ten to kill Tony Caldwell I” he charged. “You Bowers, twisting his cap nervously in his
minutes after that shot was fired. I had hated Tony and you were trying to get hands, made one of the most amazing con¬
straightened Tony out on the floor and had him killed. You even told Buttner, ‘A man fessions ever dictated to a Jackson county
called his father downstairs before Bob who would do anything like that’—visit¬
came in. Bob kept his face covered with ing a man’s wife while he was away from All the weird details of the plot he said
his hands when he saw Tony lying there home—‘ought to be killed.’ ” he and Marvin Parsons had conceived,
on the floor. I guess it was an awful Bowers did not make vehement denial were poured out into the ears of the
shock to him. He didn’t come to the funer¬ of Kelley’s assertion. Instead, his eyes amazed sheriff and his chief deputy.
al, but he did come for a last look at began to take on a hunted look. Then The crime that had appeared imme¬
the body yesterday.” Kelley spoke again: diately after its commission to have been
There was nothing more to be learned “You killed Tony Caldwell.” without motive, developed, with its solution,
from Mrs. Caldwell, and Kelley returned “No, I didn’t,” Bowers denied. “I was into a web of weird reasoning, duplicity,
to his office. in the back yard. I’d gone out there just bartering for the victim’s wife and chil¬
“I wish you fellows would go out to as Tony went out the front door. Some dren, and a vengeance based partly on the
Hickman Mills,” he told his deputies when man in a car shot him.” case of hives suffered by a bridegroom
they made their next report to him, “and “And you know who that man was 1” four years earlier.
bring Bob Bowers in here. I’ve just Kelley told him sharply. “You know the ft developed that the same $50 which
thought of some more questions I want reason Tony Caldwell was shot down Bowers now stated he had offered Tony
to ask him.” there.” Caldwell for his wife and little Billy and
The deputies got into their car and went Bowers sat for a moment, eyeing the Martha Rose had been paid by Bowers to
to Hickman Mills. They found Bowers deputy. He seemed to be trying to read the resentful bridegroom—long since sep¬
at the general store, a sort of village gath¬ Kelley’s mind, to determine just what the arated from his wife—to kill the young
ering place, where the gossip of the day deputy knew. When it seemed that he milkman.
32 AMERICAN DETECTIVE
“I was too good a friend of Tony to the murder. He had returned to the front
kill him,” Bowers explained naively, “so door, opened it, and saw Parsons’ car
I paid Bud to do it. I gave him $50 for parked on Longview Road. It was then
the job. He used the money for a down that he told Tony a man wanted to see him
payment on a Hupmobile car and—” and the unsuspecting milkman walked out
“Just a minute,” Kelley interposed. “You to his death.
told me the man who shot Tony was in
an Oldsmobile car. Now you say—”
“I know,” Bowers admitted. “I said
W ITH that much of Bowers’ confes-
fession heard, Kelley sent deputies
it was an Oldsmobile. But it wasn’t. It out to arrest Parsons. While awaiting
was a Hupmobile. And Bud Parsons was the latter’s arrival, Bowers elaborated on
the man in it who fired the shot.” his statement.
Little by little the two officers obtained “I don’t love Mrs. Caldwell,” he said,
the full story through questioning Bowers. “but I do' love those children. I began
It developed then, that Kelley had first sus¬ visiting the Caldwell home some time ago
pected Bowers knew more about the mur¬ and I went there at least twice a week and
der than appeared on the surface when he always on Sunday. I took the Sunday
had so glibly told tlie chief deputy the papers with me and I’d always read the
car used by the killer was an Oldsmobile. comic strips to little Billy and Martha
He had previously said that he could only Rose. He would be on one side of me
see the dim outlines of the motor car and and she’d be on the other.
that he could not tell what make it was. “I thought I might, eventually, get those
Kelley, working on the theory that if Bow¬ children’ by adoption. I didn’t care par¬
ers would tell untruths about the car, he ticularly for their mother. I don’t know
would tell untruths about other things, had whether I would have lived with her even
concentrated his investigation on learning if she had agreed to have me. But I did
all that was possible about Bowers. Marvin Parsons, arrested by want those children.
He had learned about Bowers’ visits to deputies, readily admitted "No matter what the future has in
a show with Mrs. Caldwell. The woman his part in the plot. store for me—whether I ever get out of
had not denied that, and the very frank¬ jail—I’m willing to support the children,
ness of her admission of that fact, con¬ at least until they reach their majorities.”
vinced the deputy that any love Bowers him if he’d been thrown into it with his
hives. And then I told him that I was a He said that before he began going1 to
might have for her was not reciprocated the Caldwell home he had been living in
by Tony Caldwell’s widow. friend of his and a friend of Tony’s, and
that I had heard Tony cursing him and anticipation of the time that his sister,
Now another thought entered the deputy’s Mary E. Bowers, would marry and have
mind. “You say you offered Tony $50 for making threats against him.”
“What did Parsons say when you talked children. But Mary Bowers died and his
his wife and children?” he asked. hope was unfulfilled. It was then he be¬
“Yes,” Bowers said. “He turned me like that?” Kelley asked.
“Why, he said, ‘It looks like flowers on gan paying attention to the little ones in
down—cold. But two weeks later when I the Caldwell home. And then he plotted
was in his house, he said, ‘You can’t have the grave if that’s what he’s saying,’”
Bowers replied. their father’s death in the hope that, even¬
my children, but if you want my wife, take tually, he might be in a position to adopt
her and get out.'” He told then how he went to Parsons’
filling station on U. S. Highway No. 71 little Billy and Martha Rose.
That statement subsequently was denied Parsons, arrested by the deputies and
vehemently by Mrs. CaldwelL “Tony never on March 20th and urged the filling sta¬
tion attendant to kill Caldwell. “I told brought to Kelley’s office, readily admitted
said any such thingd^sSeexclaimed. “And his part in the plot, according to the an¬
if Bob Bowers was the last man on earth him that I would give him $50 for the job,
and he said he needed a new car and that nouncement made by the sheriff.
I wotflcm’t have him.” He had disliked Caldwell, he said, ever
But at the moment, Kelley had something would be an opportunity to get it.
“Then we talked about it every day for since he had learned of Caldwell’s pro-
else on his mind. posal that he be thrown into a pond on his
“When was it,” he asked Bowers, “that a while. Every opportunity I got I went
to the filling station and told him some¬ wedding night. Bowers had kept the flames
you made that offer to Tony?” of his enmity alive by carrying to him the
“Last fall,” Bowers responded promptly. thing Tony had said about him. And I
told Tony things I said Marvin was say¬ tales of Caldwell’s alleged threats against
Kelley smiled exultantly. “That checks
with something Mrs. Caldwell told me,” ing about him.
“On Sunday, March 20th, Bud and I He admitted Bowers had given him $50
he informed Sheriff Bash. “She said that to kill Caldwell. He had applied the
last fall Tony told her ‘If Bob wasn’t my made our plans. My work for Bauman,
money on the purchase of the Hupmobile
friend I’d whip hell out of him.’ ” the dairyman, had made me acquainted with
Tony’s routine, and it was planned that I car he drove on the night of the murder.
“I don’t know whether I love Thelma,” The shotgun he used, he said, was pur¬
Bowers said, continuing his confession, should arrange for a feast for Tony and
his wife and kids. Then Bud was to drive chased in a Kansas City pawnshop for $4.
“and I don’t know whether she would live He volunteered to take deputy sheriffs to
with me if I did. But I do love Tony’s up in front of the house, disguise his voice
and ask for Tony. When Tony went out, the place he said he had thrown the wea¬
children. Last fall I took Mrs. Caldwell pon from his car as he fled from the Cald¬
and the children to several shows. I knew Bud was to shoot him and drive away.”
well home.
that I wanted little Billy and Martha Rose. The original plan had been to kill Cald¬
well the night of March 30th. The plan, They accompanied him, but the weapon
I wanted to make something of the boy.
for no reason that Bowers could give, was- was not found. Later, he admitted he had
I was afraid if he grew up there in the
not carried out. But the next day, Tues¬ not purchased a gun for the deed. It was
Caldwell home he’d turn out to be a bad
day, March 31st, was decided upon. Tony one that belonged to a relative. He had
boy. borrowed it and then hidden it at his
“So I offered Tony $50 for his wife was to be told that Bowers would buy a
quantity of brains for a “feast,” and that father’s home. Deputies searching the
and the boy and girl. He wouldn’t listen
they would play pinochle after the meal. home, found it in a trunk where he had
to me. Maybe he thought I was joking. placed it.
But he refused to sell them to me at any Caldwell readily had agreed and had ar¬
price.” ranged with Mrs. Caldwell to cook for Complaints charging Bowers and Par¬
them. sons with the murder were signed by
T HEN he reverted to the charivari and
the case of hives suffered by Marvin
Then followed the detail^ of the route
Bowers and Caldwell covered on what was
Deputy Byrne, and on April 4th they were
arraigned before Thomas H. Knight, jus¬
Parsons. He told, with a sly grin, of to be Tony’s last trip. Bowers told how tice of the peace, in Independence, Mo. He
the manner in which he kept Parsons’ re¬ they drove up to the house, put the truck ordered that they be held without bond in
sentment against Caldwell alive. in the garage, and turned toward tine door the county jail in Kansas City, pending a
“Every time I met Bud,” he said, “I of the living room. He preceded Cald¬ preliminary hearing April 15th. On that
mentioned something about the charivari well into the house, just as he later had date, the hearing was continued for one
and what that water would have done to told deputies sent by Kelley to investigate week, to April 22nd, 1936.
Pictures in the news of innocent victims of crime and killers who have
had a rendezvous with death, Qangland has its own code and here
are some of the fruits of easy money. Other pictures show victims of
fiendish murderers who had nothing to do ivith gangdom. Attittm-
trate the age-old truism that crime, in any of its forms, does not pay
(Top) Joe Sowers, convicted mail robber, shot to death in an attempted break from Alcatraz in broad daylight.
(Left) Indicted on charges of criminally assaulting two white girls. Lint Shaw, shown here, was lynched by mob.
(Right) Joseph Rinaldi, Brooklyn contractor, shot down and murdered in New York. (Bottom) Mrs. Grace E. Motice,
strangled to death in her Buffalo, New York, beauty parlor, by a jealous suitor.
33
TfeHORRORa Three years of unremitting investigation—
the running down of countless clues—
suspicion against accessories which seemed to
D id Ray-
m o n
point the finger of guilt at them—
all revolving around the story •'
s
Henry, young
of a woman who loved jV*. *
Lothario of the Texas
Hills, stab, bury, subse¬ not wisely, but
quently exhume, and then
too well
hang the body of H. L. Mc-
Bee—husband of the woman he
subsequently married—all as the
result of an unholy love he bore
the wife of his friend ? ,
Did lust point the weapon to a
vital spot? Or was it craven fear born
of realization that the husband had
come to suspect that his girl-wife was
unfaithful; realization that there im¬
pended the only revenge the hill-folk knew
—death, quick and certain?
Did Della Henry, then Della McBee,
standing half hidden by the headboard of the
bed on which her husband lay dying, say to
Raymond Henry: "It’s you and me against
the world now. Blond Baby;” or did wit¬
nesses who repeated the supposed words per¬
jure themselves?
And lastly, did Della McBee go through
with the grim travesty of-divorcing a man al¬
ready dead, that she might justify to her strait¬
laced neighbors a marriage that otherwise would
have seemed bigamous—and which would have
brought tarring-and-feathering and possible ex¬
pulsion from the district ?
These are the questions Texans asked them¬
selves between May 1st, 1933, and March 27th,
1936, when Raymond Henry went to trial before
a jury of his peers to answer to a charge of first
degree murder of the husband of Della McBee.
In the interim between the murder and its solution
five persons, accused principals and accessories, had been
arrested.
One of the latter, Luther Jackson Smith, severed his jugu¬
lar vein in the Eastland county jail rather than face a jury
and a possible mob of his townsfolk. That set in operation a rumor
that he and not Raymond Henry might have been the slayer of
McBee and my only surprise is that the defense did not choose him
for a suspect instead of selecting another witness to accuse before a crowded
courtroom.
In addition to the parade of persons accused in the case, three others were
taken into custody by State investigators. Of these, two turned State’s evidence
and gave startling testimony in what admittedly is the most bizarre murder case
34
in the history
of Texas crime.
Three years of un¬
remitting investigation,
the running down of
countless whispered clues—
all of them pointed eventually
to Raymond Henry, the “boy
friend” of the victim’s widow and
then her husband within four
months after McBee’s death.
And all of the labor, the disappoint¬
ments, the new clues and the added in¬
vestigation, brought Raymond Henry
to trial before a crowded, curious tri¬
bunal ; brought him conviction and a
j ury-set verdict of fifty years in the State
penitentiary.
And through it all, Henry resolutely denied
all of the allegations against him. He denied
that he saw McBee on the death date, denied
any violence toward him and indignantly de¬
clared that he had no thought of love for Mrs.
McBee until she had obtained her divorce
some six weeks after her husband’s disappear¬
ance. Henry was silent, watchful, thoroughly
composed throughout the hearing, breaking
momentarily only when the verdict was ren¬
dered.
H. L. McBee was thirty-seven, years older
than his girl-wife and little inclined toward
social pleasures such as small hill communities
offer when hostesses “present” socials and dances,
and there is a strict code of old-fashioned formal
courtesy.
The victim was a highway worker, a husky cement
expert, who was attached to the Eastland division of
the Texas Highway Department’s maintenance crew.
McBee, though addicted to strong drink, was a steady
worker and generally had the respect of his neighbors.
There were two children, a boy and girl, yet strangely
enough both testified for the man accused of their father’s
killing when the case finally came to trial.
The last person exclusive of the alleged murder ring to see McBee
alive called at the McBee home professionally on April 30th, to attend
Mrs. McBee, who was ill.
That person was Dr. J. R. Dill of Rising Star, who found the woman was
not dangerously ill. So he wrote a prescription for her and was about to leave
when McBee came in. In his testimony, Dr. Dill said:
“I was preparing to leave when McBee came in and demanded to know what
36 AMERICAN DETECTIVE
was the matter. From his tone and Mrs. McBee’s ex¬ woman who protested against what she felt was an un¬
pression it seemed to me that there had been trouble over seemly display of affection.
the question before my arrival. But anyway I told him “How do you like my new blond baby?” was said to
what my findings were, and he whirled about and stag¬ be Mrs. McBee’s description of her new-found heart
gered out. interest.
“There were several others there at the time. Two Also—and this also became a part of the testimony at
were Mr. and Mrs. Sandy Tyler, with whom I exchanged the trial—a credible witness declared that he overheard
greetings. There were others there whom I did not see. McBee say to his wife: “I’ve got a good mind to turn
I heard their voices, but did not recognize any of them. you over to Ray Henry for good.”
“When I left the house on my way out, McBee was So it wasn’t in the least surprising, in view of all of
in the yard with his back to me. I never saw him after this adverse comment in a small community, for Mrs.
that.” McBee to file divorce proceedings six weeks later. Busy-
The next day was May Day, of 1933, a date which bodies nodded their heads and looked wise. The divorce
was to loom large in the affairs of the Eastland county was granted within a few weeks, and in September of
sheriff’s office for many months to come. the same year, Della McBee became Della McBee-Henry
It was the following Tuesday or Wednesday when Mrs. in a quiet ceremony.
McBee reported that “McBee’s gone down the railroad In the minds of many that closed the case. Henry
track and he didn’t leave any groceries.” had “come through” after he had caused the woman to
We weren’t particularly perturbed about the report. become the source of gossip—and after her husband had
Mrs. McBee had made it plain that she felt that her deserted her.
husband had deserted her. For “down the railroad track” But among a few, some official in character, the thought
in hills parlance means exactly that and nothing more persisted that McBee wasn’t the sort who would give up
nor less. his home and children without a fight. He was a typical
Confirmation came when Billy Ray McBee, then the home-body and it seemed far easier to imagine him dis¬
8-year-old son of the missing man, began questioning folks posed of for good, than sneaking away from the children
in town if they had seen his Daddy. Among these were he loved because he and his wife couldn’t make a “go”
Raymond Henry, who told him, like the rest, that he of it.
didn’t know anything about McBee. So we set to work quietly in an endeavor to trace the
But soon sly rumors began to trickle about. Some man’s movements. It isn’t easy for a big man like
of them were “woman talk”—or at least McBee to lose himself in any of the smaller
that’s what they seemed for a time. towns—and he had no business in the big
But they persisted until the whole cities, for there he wouldn’t fit. But
town came to know that McBee carefully as we searched, we failed
had been eyeing askance the to find one trace of the man out¬
growing friendship between side the confines of his own front
his wife and the nimble¬
footed, dancing iceman,
Raymond Henry.
And the better element
in the community had
been casting disapproving
State highway
glances their way also. button found on
McBee protested that his the body of McBee
wife danced most of the and the ice pick which the
stat’d contended was the
time with Henry, a lethal weapon.
fact that the
motely remembered seeing him after
May 1st.
Unostentatiously we snooped about in the vicinity
the McBee home, half hoping, half fearing that we
might find traces of his body there. Again nothing devel¬
oped, and by now a full year had passed without any
solution to the mystery.
neighbors al- And then the case broke open with a roar. That’s
> ready had noted and the way it always is; you think you’re up against a stone
on which they had com¬ wall and suddenly your path lies straight before you.
mented. There were whispers of stealthy meetings—whis¬ Young Dean Broughton, ten, a Rising Star youth, went
pers which afterward turned into sworn testimony at the rabbit hunting with a playmate, Herman Boyman. They
trial—and tales of open displays of affection between the wounded a “jack” and chased him into the thick brush
two. These, witnesses later testified, occurred in auto¬ near a shinnery thicket.
mobiles before the eyes of others, and in the home of a ' But a moment later they, came tearing out, their faces
THE HORROR OF THE HANGING CORPSE 37
Carroll called
Sheriff Virge
Foster and
myself. Be¬
lieve me, we
went over there at top
speed, for already the
thought came to me that
this might be McBee. He
was the only man missing from
our district during the last year,
so I do not claim credit for great
detective ability in the hunch.
We found the skeleton hanging from
a limb about eight feet high, from a length
of wire clothesline. It was so badly de¬
composed as to be unrecognizable, but care¬
ful examination of the grisly heap gave us
clues.
‘The trousers, which had fallen to the
ground, were made of a blue material through mine if the number on
which ran a white pin-stripe. And in the pocket of the the disc corresponded with his number on the payroll.
shirt was a State Highway Department identification badge. Joe Blankenship, supervisor for the Highway Depart-
There was proof of the value of my suspicion. McBee ment’s maintenance crews at Eastland, promptly identified
was a highway worker and it would be simple to deter- the disc as one that had been issued to H. L. McBee.
38 AMERICAN DETECTIVE
Deputy Sheriff homeward trip witnesses testified “there was some neck¬
Steele Hill was
confident that ing” between Henry and Mrs. McBee.
McBee had not Again there were persistent rumors that Sandy Tyler
run away from thought he knew something “that might pin a killing onto
someone,” and that Pete Fenwick had admitted that “some¬
thing pretty bad had been going on around Ray Henry.”
I had never ceased working on-the case and Sheriff -
Foster at last agreed that we should pick up Henry and
his wife. It really was a fishing expedition, but I
gravely told them it was a murder charge and that
we had the goods on them.
They stood pat. Henry and the woman just
snarled defiance at me. They said my job was to
prove the charges; that they wouldn’t help me.
The grand jury met the next day and heard what¬
ever evidence we had to show. An indictment was
returned against the Henrys on the showing that
there had been more than a surface friendship
between the pair before McBee’s death, and that the
latter had objected seri¬
ously to their familiari¬ Della McBee
ties. Henry unhesita¬
tingly identified
It is true that no con¬ the trousers on
Reference crete proofs of murder
to his books were provided for the
showed that the vic¬ grand jury. All we had
tim had dravyn his last pay-check on April 17th, 1933. done was to show
Raymond Brookshire, foreman of the asphalt gang on that Henry and
which McBee worked, confirmed this and said that he Mrs. McBee had
had not “laid eyes on Mac since that date.” been over-friend¬
The body of the victim was in such an advanced state ly and that there
of decomposition that not even the most careful investi¬ was reason to
gation could disclose whether there had been any stab believe McBee
wounds or gunshots which affected tissues only. All we had met with
could determine was that the skull was intact and that foul play.
none of the other bones had been injured by bullets or It followed
blows. that, if he
Our first step was to notify Mrs. McBee—now Mrs. had beer
Henry;—that her husband’s body had come to light at last. killed, it
We did this through Constable Huling, who reported that might well
she had seemed quite indifferent to the news. She did have been a
not appear that day nor on the following morning, so fight over
the next afternoon we sent a car out for her. the woman,
She came in, thoroughly composed and seemingly little
impressed by the fact that her husband apparently had
died a suicide.
She inspectecl the grim remains quite coolly and unhesi¬
tatingly identified the trousers as those worn by McBee
when he left. Later she backed this identification by pro¬
ducing the coat which matched the trousers.
And at the same time she set up a matter of evidence
which was to go badly with Raymond Henry during the
progress of his trial when Mrs. Sandy Tyler testified that,
for a time, Mrs. McBee had the coat, trousers and identi¬ are at his
fication disc in her possession, after McBee's disappearance. command.
After that, all of the old scandals came to life again, That’s thi
also there were clues too strong to be ignored. Among Texas way.
these was the declaration that Mrs. McBee, at a dance at From this point
the Hulin Erwin home two nights before McBee disap¬ onward, in giving
peared, had flown at him in a rage, calling him an “old American De-
dirty brute,” and rushing him from the house. On the , TECTIVB Maga-
AMERICAN DETECTIVE 39
zine this story exclusively, I shall have to night of Friday, March 20th, after mum¬ we all had to have a hand in the burial;
be guided by the sworn record in the case. bling throughout the afternoon that he was that we were all there and the only way
Della McBee Henry remains to be tried innocent and was being “railroaded”, he to keep everyone from talking was to have
as a principal in her husband’s murder and asked Joe Ferguson, his cellmate in the each of us do something which might
one of the Smith brothers must be tried Eastland jafl, to get him a drink of water. make us a party to the crime.
as an accessory. Hence I shall tell every¬ Testifying at the inquest Ferguson said: “We stayed there, talking it over, until
thing chronologically and within the lim¬ “Jack asked me for some water; he said about 2 a. m. when everyone should be
itations of the sworn record. In that way he was ill. I gave him some out of my gone off the road. Then we put the body
I will not harm the defense, nor will I be cup, but he called for some more. He said in the turtle-back of Lynn Smith’s car.
violating my duty as a peace officer. he had dropped his cup. I lit a match to “From there we drove to a piece of
Try as we might to find actual proofs look for it and I saw his hand flash across woods near the Rising Star cemetery. It
against the suspects, the facts proved too his throat. was on past the cemetery; Lynn stopped
elusive. I was positive within myself that “Blood spurted from a deep cut he had the car and we all helped get the body out
three and possibly four persons outside the made with a safety razor blade. I said; of the rumble.
Henry home knew the whole story and I ‘Jack, you should not have done that; “Jack Smith and I carried the feet.
did everything in my power to make them they’ll think I did it.’ Ray Henry and Lynn hooked hands under
talk. “He said he’d tell the other boys he did McBride’s neck and carried the upper
But always I met with blank stares, it himself—and he did. He said further part of the body. From there we went
surly denials—and at the last, actual hos¬ that both he and his brother were in¬ on back to a place where there was lots
tility. Old friends avoided me for fear nocent of the McBee killing, but that he of sand and we took (urns digging a grave
they might drop a hint that would point was afraid of the mob. He lived for not about waist deep. When it was ready
the finger at someone. more than five minutes after that.” we shoveled sand back in, smoothed the
So when it became apparent that we
were getting nowhere, I decided to put T HAT reduced the list of suspects by
place, brushed it with sapling tops and
went away.”
the whole affair in the hands of the new
State Department of Public Safety, which
one. The state elected to try Raymond
Henry first, and after a lengthy court¬
room battle, a jury was impanelled and
S ANDY TYLER, returning to the
stand, added to his story of the hap¬
is headed by L. G. Phares, an indomitable
foe of all killers. He promptly assigned the hearing began. penings at the McBee house after his
two undercover investigators to our office, Sandy Tyler and Pete Fenwick were arrival. He said:
instructing them to go the limit in run¬ the star witnesses, both swearing that Mc¬ “Me and Jack and Lynn Smith and Mc¬
ning down the slayers of McBee. Bee came to his death at the hands of Bee went in Lynn Smith’s car to get some
The new Safety Department is a com¬ Henry, who had stabbed him with an ice whiskey. McBee kept asking for it, so
bination of State Police, Texas Rangers, pick. we went over to the house of a man named
Highway Patrolmen and, if need arises, Tyler told the court and jury that he John Freeman who we thought might have
the State Militia. Its undercover men are went to McBee’s home on May 1st, 1933,
instructed to go through with all investi¬ accompanied by Pete Fenwick—who “We left McBee and Jack Smith at a
gations, leaving kid-glove methods to city wanted to borrow a rheumatism belt—and vacant house so that Freeman wouldn’t
and county officials. I explain this, be¬ by Lynn and Jack Smith. Henry was in suspect anything, but he didn’t have any
cause, after a short investigation they be¬ the house with Mrs. McBee when they ar¬ liquor and so we went back and took Mc¬
gan throwing people into widely separ¬ rived, he said. Bee home.
ated jails. “McBee was in bed and his wife told “About three weeks later, Raymond
Jack and Lynn Smith, first to be ar¬ us that he was a pretty sick man,” Henry, Jack and Lynn Smith and Pete
rested, went respectively to the Coleman he testified. “I sat down at the side of Fenwick appeared suddenly at Tyler’s
County and the Callahan County jails. An¬ the bed and asked him what was the house. When McBee’s name was brought
other, Charlie (Pete) Fenwick was moved trouble and he told me that Raymond up, one of them replied: ‘Oh we put him
from jail to jail while the investigators Henry had stuck an ice pick into him away all right’
learned from him what he knew. that morning. “Raymond Henry then said: ‘Yes, and
It took five days to learn his entire story “I said I was going for a doctor, but we’ve got to do something about him, too.’
and as a result, they went out after Sandy Raymond wouldn’t let me. He stopped me He and Mrs. McBee went into the house
Tyler and succeeded in convincing him and bolted the door, saying that he didn’t and got a quilt. After that they took a
that he should join. Fenwick as a witness want anything said about it. He told me wire off my clothesline and told me to
for the state. Then, when their state¬ too that if I did say anything about it, get into Smith’s car.” (On the way to
ments had been taken, signed and sworn they’d swear that I did it.” the cemetery they passed the home of the
to, we went before the grand jury and got Under interrogation by .Prosecutor Broughton boy who later discovered the
indictments against Henry, Mrs. Henry Grady Owen, Tyler said that McBee skeleton. This testimony checked with
and the Smiths. pulled up his shirt and showed him “a later statements by the elder Broughton).
pants disappeared and were found on the to be too affectionate with Ray about the by Henry,” he said. “I wanted to borrow
skeleton when the Broughton boy dis¬ children. They had been lying on the bed an electric belt for treating rheumatism.
covered it. There also was a hat he used and I didn’t like to have the. children see McBee was lying on the bed, pretty sick,
to wear. One of the men, I think it was their goings on. and Ray and Mrs. McBee went behind
one of the Smiths, put it on and said: “On the day when the men folks went the head of the bed and stood there a
“ ‘That’s the way old man McBee used off with the clothesline, she stayed at the long time, hugging and kissing.
house. Because my husband was along I “I got sick of looking at them and went
"On the same occasion when the Smith thought he might be mixed up in the back to the car. Two or three minutes
hoys and the others were there, Mrs. trouble, so I told the grand jury only what after I heard a sound like a chair falling.
McBee said in my presence, ‘We’ll all they asked me—the first time.” Then a door slammed and Raymond came
have to stick together on this or we’ll get Damaging testimony also was given by running out with an ice pick in his hands.
in bad trouble.’ T. R. Crosswhite of Blake, Texas, opera¬ His eyes had an icy stare and he tried to
“When she spoke of Ray Henry, she tor of an ice route and a soft drink stand. walk down from the porch at a place
aboys—calkd—him—IMy—blond-headed. . He drew a. vivid word, picture of what he where then; >vere no steps. Finally he
baby.’ ” said was the first visit of Henry and his moved over and came down the steps, but
he didn’t answer when I asked him what
T HIS part of her testimony irked Mrs.
McBee-Henry, who stiffened in her
new wife, to McBee’s grave.
“It was sagged down,” Crosswhite said
slowly. “Mrs. Henry knelt down and cried.
was the matter.
"He jumped in the car and grabbed for
chajr and hissed: “You're a damn’ liar,” She said that whatever Mr. McBee might the crank, and I said to him: ‘Raymond
but she subsided when her attorney warned have done, he was the father of her little what the hell; have you lost your mind?’
her she was hurting her case. toy and girl and she hoped the guilty one He quieted down after that but didn’t tell
The witness identified the wire clothes¬ would be punished. me anything about what had happened.”
line which had been used in hanging the “That started Henry cursing. Finally Pete Fenwick was recalled to add his
cadaver, as part of the line from her yard, he said to her: ‘I don’t see why you’re _ testimony to the part of the case that had
and also identified parts of a quilt which crying over him._He ought to be stuck to do with the exhumation and hanging
had been thrown about McBee’s body three times with ah ice pick and hung of the cadaver. He said:
before it was buried. under a tree for 99 years.’ ” "Henry, Tyler and the Smiths came
“Why did Mrs. McBee leave your
home?” the Prosecutor asked.
Mrs. Tyler shrugged.
C ROSSWHITE also was at the murder
house bn the day of McBee’s death.
along and after digging up the body, pro¬
duced a wire clothesline and hung it to a
tree. The limb was about eight feet
“She got mad when I asked her not “I went there on May 1st accompanied above the ground. Raymond Henry
climbed up and fitted the wire around the
limb and made that end fast with a few
Tyler stared back at him, mouth agape. Roy Smith declared that Mrs. McBee Henry and Crosswhite waited outside
But finally he managed to shake his head told him while he was there that Mc¬ while Mrs. McBee dressed.
and stammer: “No—no, I didn’t do it.” Bee had ‘gone down the railroad track.’ Corroborating the testimony of her
Tyler, Fenwick and Crosswhite came in Billy Ray McBee, 11-year-old son of brother, Geneva McBee, 12, said that
for a severe grilling at the hands of the the murder victim, proved a good witness the last time she saw her father was on
defense attorneys, but without upsetting for his step-father. The boy, who stood April 30th, and that he was gone the next
their testimony more than to raise - the before the judge’s bench to testify instead day when she got up.
question of their possibly having violated of occupying the witness seat, declared that The defense also recalled O. C. Brough-
the law at various times. toh, father of the youth who discovered the
But when the state rested its case, the hanging skeleton, who said:
defense sprang a surprise that startled “About May 17th or 18th, two or three
everyone, particularly the prosecution. weeks after I had heard of McBee’s dis¬
First, Raymond Henry took the witness appearance, I noticed six sets of tire tracks
stand to deny categorically that he was crossing my land. That made me curious
present at the McBee house on the first and I followed them to a place almost at
day of May, 1933; that he had taken any the identical spot where the skeleton was
part in the stabbing of McBee, his burial, found nearly a year later.
the later exhumation and hanging—or that “But on the same day that the skele¬
he had been guilty of violating his friend’s ton was discovered, I found a soft spot in
home. land which was about three feet wide and
“I never loved my present wife while five feet long. Later I found a similar
she was Mrs. McBee; not until after her hole in the property of Sandy Tyler, only
divorce,” he said steadily. “And I want that one was only two feet wide and five
everyone to know there never was any¬ long.”
thing wrong between us.”
With that as a basis, the defense law¬
yers started in to tear the state’s case to
T HE witness was allowed to refer to a
crop report book to refresh his mem¬
shreds. First of all, the defense an¬ ory as to dates. He declared that new
nounced that H. L. McBee did not die in spade marks about the soft place in his
his home, and that Raymond Henry defi¬ land showed that they had been made
nitely was not his slayer. within the last few weeks—not a year
It was at this juncture in the opening before.
statement that there was violent commo¬
There was a long legal wrangle over
tion in the outer corridor. Sandy Tyler
whether Della Henry, indicted as a prin¬
and Dick Brown, a defense witness, had
cipal in the murder, and Lynn Smith, an
come to blows over the case but had
accused accessory, should be allowed to
been separated by bystanders.
testify. The court held that they were not
They then called to the stand Oscar
competent witnesses under the circum¬
White, a resident just outside of Rising
stances, but permitted their testimony to
Star who, over strenuous objections from
be taken so that it might be incorporated
the prosecution related certain incidents
in the defense bill of exceptions.
near his home on the night of May 1st,
1933. Another surprise witness was Mrs. Bess
“I heard a commotion and looked out,” Terrell, reporter for the Ninety-first dis¬
he began. “There was a car standing trict court. She testified that she had
about 70 yards from my gate which is taken statements from Pete Fenwick for
about the some distance from my porch. Attorney Frank Sparks who will repre¬
I went out to the yard and heard a baby sent Mrs. Henry when her case is called,
crying and also a woman’s voice. Then and that Fenwick had sworn he did not
I heard a man say something about the know who had killed McBee!
baby crying and the woman answered: “This,” she said, “was on February 28th,
'You’re a hell of a daddy.’ the day on which the habeas corpus hear¬
ing was held for Mr. and Mrs. Henry.”
‘■A FTF.R that three men came surging Arguments in the case, which were
f \ around in front of the headlights limited to four hours for each side, were
and seemed to be fighting. One of them bitter contests of the evidence the oppo¬
hollered: ‘You’ve wrecked my home.’ sition lawyers had adduced. These ended
“After that I heard blows and moans at 10:30 on Saturday night and the fol¬
and the car drove off. As it left I heard lowing day the jury reported with a ver¬
someone say, ‘I’ll never be out with you dict of guilty and recommendation for a
50-year sentence.
“The man they had left behind reeled For the first time in the hearing, Ray¬
along the road, mumbling that they’d stuck mond Henry showed a trace of emotion.
a knife into him twice. Then the car His head drooped and for a moment his
came back and took the man off. Through it all, Raymond Henry eyes filled with tears. Mrs. Henry was at
“ ‘Shut your mouth and we’ll get you resolutely denied all of the his side in a moment, assuring him of her
some whiskey before we get to town,’ they allegations against him. belief in his innocence.
told the injured man. I believe one of Attorneys for the defense filed imme¬
the voices I heard was that of Sandy his father was home all day on April diate notice of appeal for a new trial. But
Tyler.” 30th, but that he left early on the morn¬ in the meantime Della McBee Henry will
Lynn Smith followed, swearing that he- ing of May 1st, and did not return. come to trial to face probably the same
was at his home in Rising Star on May The boy swore and stuck to his state¬ array of witnesses who caused the convic¬
1st and 2nd, and produced his brother ment that his father was not there when tion of her husband. What a Texas jury
Roy to prove his words. This witness Raymond Henry and Crosswhite came will do with a woman defendant always is
also testified that he took the two McBee and declared that they had arrived so a problem.
children to their home on May 1st, and early that they found the rest of the family And so it may come about that the
that only Mrs. McBee and the two children in bed. He denied that Crosswhite left woman who loved her blond-haired baby
were there when he departed. Earlier the house before Henry or that the not wisely but too well, may come free of
Pete Fenwick and one Terry Clark had latter ran from the house carrying an ice the law, to wait for some thirty years for
stopped briefly, but had gone long before pick and with a maniacal gleam in bis the return of the man who looked with
he took his departure. eyes. On cross-examination he said th. her down into the Valley of the Shadow.
Problem
By Former Deputy Prosecuting Attorney
William J. Wilkins
of King County, Washington
“Hello,
Ernie,” he drawled.
“It’s about time somebody got here to
us go.”
“Hello, George,” Yoris said slowly, and his
eyes were seafching the barroom, the hallway be¬
yond, and the big dance floor which opened be¬
yond that.
“Nasty mess to have in a guy’s place, huh?”
the fellow called George continued. “Keep busi¬
ness away a while, I guess. Seems a guy can’t
make an honest living no more.”
“Save the gab, George,” Yoris told him. “You’ll
need it.”
With that, the detective walked toward the
dance hall, where tables and booths lined the floor.
“That’s George Moore,” Yoris said quietly to
me. “He’s a slick one. He’s manager of this
layout.”
Patrolman Lantz was beside us as we entered
the larger room.
AMERICAN DETECTIVE
“Just a punk as far as the underworld is concerned,” after a minute, “we’d better go over
Yoris said quietly. “Not an important figure—not a fel¬ to the hospital.”
low you’d expect to be killed by some other gangsters. Then he turned to Lantz. “Keep
He was a hanger-on, more or less.” our gentlemen friends entertained while
“Strange,” I commented. while we’re gone. Don’t let them
“The underworld is always strange.” touch anything. We’ll be back after
As he talked, Yoris’ a bit.”
eyes were wandering Outside as we walked toward the
about the two rooms— car, I received my first of what was
recording a mental pic¬ to be a series of shocks during the solv¬
ture of all he saw. ing of the killing in the Pom Pom
Club.
“N i c e
little weap-
on they
used,” Yoris
remarked
bluntly.
“Weapon?”
“Sure,” and
I noticed a
spark of amusement in his eyes at
my apparent surprise. “Luger
automatic. Shot exactly twice,
and both shots went completely
through Ray.”
“How? ...” I started. Then I
guessed. “Confound you, Yoris,
sometimes you have me thinking
your psychic.”
The detective merely smiled.
“I suppose you saw the revolver
somewhere in those rooms, although
I’ll swear I didn’t. But about the
number of shots, that’s got me.”
“The automatic was lying on the safe
i back of the bar,” Yoris explained,
e safe was dusty and some of the dust
jrbed recently when the gun was placed
hink that makes it a safe presumption
THE PROBLEM OF PROFANITY HILL 45
that the Luger was the weapon used. There were two “Just barely. Want to go in?”
ejected shells, too, lying just inside the door of the danc¬ Frankie Ray, his thin face pain-racked, lay on a white
ing room. And there were two slugs imbedded in the bed in a private room. His bleary eyes showed signs of
wall on the other side. There’s where I may be wrong. recognition as the detective entered.
One of the shots may have missed Ray. But from their “You’re going to die,” Yoris said bluntly, but the man
position—close together—I judged that if one struck him, on the bed only bared his protruding teeth in a twisted
the other must have.” grin. “You might as well tell us who did it.”
I whistled softly. I had seen none of these things. For a minute Ray’s eyes stared at the detective. He
Only the men at the bar and the bloody pool on the seemed to hold his breath, forming his words before he
floor had caught my attention. spoke. Then he began, each word coming separately and
Yoris said nothing more until we arrived- at the emer¬ slowly from half-opened lips.
gency wing of the hospital. “That’s youf job, Ernie. 1 ain’t a rat and you can
“How’s Ray?” he asked the doctor on duty.
The physician shook his head slowly. He didn’t finish the sentence. Pink bubbles of foam
“Not a chance,” he said. “Two bullets clear through appeared on his lips. He gasped shortly once. His eyes
him. One at close range. The other through his right swept the room appealingly and then closed.
arm and right side.” Frankie Ray was dead. He had died still keeping the
““Conscious?” unwritten law of the underworld—not fo “squeal”!
46 AMERICAN DETECTIVE
“Give him credit,” said Yoris as he turned away. Then nection with the case. His next order to the physician
he looked at the doctor. “Where are his clothes and the was as startling.
stuff you found in his pockets?” “I want a piece of bloody doth from Ray’s shirt sent
The physician led us down a corridor to the receiving down to headquarters,” he told the doctor. “I suppose
room. Frankie Ray’s possessions were laid out on a white you can attend to that.”
table. A bill fold, a handkerchief, a pencil and a pen, I knew there was no use questioning Yoris about those
a package of cigarettes, some small change and some two seemingly unrelated statements. He’d tell me when
matches. That was all. he wanted me to know.
“Nothing much here,” I said and turned away. Back at the Pom Pom Club, Yoris ordered the five
“Nothing but the handkerchief,” Yoris replied slowly. men, who were still standing at the bar, into the dance
“The handkerchief?” hall. He walked in with them, stooped to retrieve the.
Yoris didn’t answer the implied question, but I knew two ejected shells, turned to the quintet and
that somehow this dirty said tersely:
piece of linen taken “Frankie Ray is dead. I’m sorry to detain
from the pocket you gentlemen, but you are all held as mate¬
of Frankie Ray rial witnesses to his death. I want to talk
h a^l some to each of you in a few minutes. Wait
strange con¬ here, please.”
With that he turned back to the barroom.
Carefully, he picked up the Luger auto¬
matic from its place atop the safe, wrapped
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it in a linen napkin he took from behind .bar when he declared he pulled the trigger “But you’ll need more than that. . . .”
the bar, and set it beside him on a table the final time, he underwent a terrific “Wait a minute, Bill,” he interrupted,
in the far corner of the room. grilling. But he stuck rigidly to his story. stuffing a bite of egg into his mouth at
“Have George Moore come in,” he told As he finished his re-enactment, Yoris the same time and munching it before he
me, and then lowering his voice, “when broke into a' fit of coughing. His face continued. “That first shot might have
I ask for a handkerchief, fumble for yours, reddened and he continued to cough as he been fired the way Moore said it was
but don’t find it.” fumbled through his pockets. Then he even if we disregard the ejected shells.
Puzzled, I merely nodded assent and looked up at me, his eyes actually water¬ But the second shot couldn't have been.”
turned to escort Moore from the other ing- Yoris watched my face a minute be¬
“Got a handkerchief?” he managed, and fore he continued.
The underworld vice leader was scorn¬
ful.
“Listen, George,” v Yoris told him, “all
I had mine half-way from my pocket be¬
fore I recalled his warning. Moore had
whipped out his own handkerchief at the
R EMEMBER what the physician said.
One shot was" fired at close range.
I want is your story of what happened same time, anyway. The other shot wasn’t. But that second
here tonight. You’ll tell me, of course.” \ The detective took it, placed it before shot tore through Ray’s arm and then
“Sure, there’s nothing to hide. It was his mouth, muffled a cough and walked into his body. If you remember, Moore
a stick-up, and the stick-up. man got it, over to the bar, pouring himself a glass .-aid Ray’s hands were raised over his
that’s all there is to it.” of water. Later as he went over Moore’s head when he fired the second shot. You
"Yes,” urged Yoris and raised his eye¬ story for the third time, he absently shoved can’t shoot a man through the arm and
brows slightly. the handkerchief into his own pocket. his body with one. bullet if his arms are
"Sure. Ray came in pretty late. There When we finished with Moore, one by
were only a few patrons left. I think one we called the other witnesses to the “I remember,” I said, shaking my head.
maybe two or three over at the gambling “rubbing out" of Frankie Ray. They were “But, Ernie, although I hate to keep dis¬
tables and about two couples in the dance Sid Brunn, a bail-bond broker, a frequent couraging you, that’s not enough evidence
hall. The orchestra was through for the visitor to the Pom Pom Club; Frank to hold these fellows on if they fight us'
evening, anyhow.” Vahle, 'assistant manager of the club; with a writ.”
“Anybody with Ray?” Yoris asked Archie Brown, a waiter, and Sandy Allen, I well knew the trouble we faced in
negro caretake'r of the place. holding the five men in jail without charge.
It was my job to' keep them there in
“Naw, he was alone. Well, to get on.
He went into the dance room and ordered
two or three drinks. He just sat there
T HEIR stories were almost identical
with that told by Moore. Sandy Allen
spite of any attack through the courts.
It was a job I didn’t relish. At that mo¬
at a lx>oth until everyone was gone— was asleep in the back room as Moore ment, convinced as I might have been that
that is everyone except the five of us. had said. He heard the shots and awak¬ . George Moore was a liar, I had no proof
We were all in here around the bar ex¬ ened. That was all he knew. he was a killer, a murderer.
cept the negro caretaker. He was asleep. As each of the men told the story to “How long before they can obtain a
1 was counting out the cash—the night’s Yoris, he managed to obtain from them hearing on a writ?” Yoris asked.
fake, see. their handkerchiefs. To watch him that “Forty-eight hours.”
morning, one would have been sure that “That’s about time enough.”
' ALL of a sudden, Ray walked into the the hail and hearty detective had suddenly “What do you mean?” ,
,room and stands in the doorway developed a critical case -qf consumption. The detective munched a mouthful of
there between the barroom and the dance As he finished the questioning, Yoris bacon and eggs before he answered.
hall. I turned and looked at him, and ordered the five men taken to headquar¬ "I think George Moore lied in every
just then he reaches in his pocket and ters as “material witnesses” despite detail,” he said finally. “I think someone
draws out an automatic.” Moore’s bellowed protests. else went with Ray to that club. I think
Moore’s eyes turned to the safe and “What you trying to do, Yoris ?” Moore George Moore had a good reason to kill
thep back to the table where he saw the shouted at him. “What you want us Ray. I don’t know what it is yet, but
revolver wrapped in the napkin. for?” we'll find out.”
“I guess you got the gun,” he went on. “That question occurs to me, too,” I “Someone else with him?” . I couldn’t
“Well, Ray says that it was a stick-up, told him quietly. “That story may be a believe it.
and he looked kind of wild and unsteady. lie, but if it is, it’s the best lie I’ve ever “I wanted to finish breakfast before I
I came out from behind the bar and he heard.” showed you this*” and Yoris smiled. Then
started for me. I thought he’d gone Yoris surveyed me quizzically. he drew from his pocket a dirty and
screwy, so I took a chance. I jumped “It’s not even a good lie,” he told me. blood-stained handkerchief. He held it
him and we wrestled for the gun. I got “But !’m hungry. It’s way .past break¬ between his fingers, gingerly, and twirled
a hold of it. He twisted my arm. The fast time. Let’s get something to eat and it around once.
gun turned toward him and my finger I’ll be able to think better.” “Frankie Ray’s handkerchief was in his
closed on the trigger, I guess. There Over a platter of crisp bacon and eggs pocket. It wasn’t removed,” Yoris con¬
was a shot, see, and he stumbled back and a cup of steaming coffee, the detec¬ tinued. “All the rest of them had hand¬
through the door and fell. I just sort tive began his explanation. kerchiefs too. They haven’t now, but
of looked at him, then. I thought he “In ^the first place,” he said, “Ray isn’t they did have.” Yoris laid the collection
a stick-up man. I know. He’s never of five handkerchiefs on the table beside
“But after a minute he starts to get carried a gun in his life. We have the the one which was soaked with blood.
up. He raised his hands above his head records of these men filed and cross filed.” “I wanted to make sure it wasn’t one
and I thought he was coming for me “But,” I reminded him, my mind on of theirs, first,” he went on. “I’m sure
again. I was scared and I let him have whatever prosecution might grow from now it wasn’t. Not many men carry two
it again. He fell. That’s all there was this curious case, “that isn’t evidence, handkerchiefs. This bloody one was found
-Ernie. That wouldn’t even get to a jury.” near the bar. I thought at first Moore
For a minute the detective simply stared "I know,” and Yoris gave me a quick, or one of the others might have used it to
at Moore. Then he spoke, still quietly. scornful glance. “I’m merely telling you try and stop the flow of blood from Ray’s
“Would you mind acting it out for me, where I started to work. Remember, I wounds. That didn’t seem likely, but it
George? I’d like to get it a little clearer picked up the two ejected shells just in¬ was a possibility.
in my mind.” side the door to the dance hall. Does “Now, I’m sure this handkerchief be¬
The underworld leader shrugged and that mean anything to you?” longs to someone else. Someone who was
began his story again. This time, I cut “Well,” he continued, “automatic shells in that room when Ray was shot and
in with questions, now and then, as he fly backward when they are ejected. If escaped before the police arrived.”
stood, behind the bar, then moved out into Moore fired those shots from the place “But, Ernie,” I protested, “that hand¬
the room as he told us he had done. Step¬ he said he did, the shells would have kerchief might belong to anyone. A guest
ping closer to the doorway where he said landed close to the bar—not in another at the club with a bloody nose. A bar¬
he leaped upon Ray, and standing back a room some twenty feet away.” tender who cut his hand. Anyone.”
few paces when he said he fired the first I whistled softly. Even as I said it, however, I was won¬
shot, stepping back even closer to the “That’s evidence, Ernie,” I told jiitm dering if some seventh man—the man with
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it shows, if anything. And ask him to bed, I felt we faced a stone wall in bring¬ them, a suit from a Pike Street shop, had
hurry. We’ve only a day to complete ing the slayer of Ray to justice. There blood on the sleeves. That blood was
was but one slim chance—the discovery the same as the blood on the crumpled “
In another few minutes, a freshly typed of the man with the bloody handkerchief. handkerchief the keen eyes of the detective
sheet was placed on Yoris’ desk. It was Was he the “trigger man” who put had discovered on the floor of the Pom
the report from the laboratory on the Frankie Ray away? Or was he a fright¬ Pom Club. We were on the trail of the
bloody handkerchief. From its precise ened witness to the crime? George Moore, seventh man who was in the club when
and technical wording we learned that the I knew, had lied. But would a jury be¬ Frankie Ray crumpled before the sudden
blood on the handkerchief found near the lieve it? Where was the motive for the gunfire.
bar and the blood on the piece of shirt
taken from Ray was an identical type.
Slowly I reviewed the evidence we had
crime?
Tortured by thoughts which buzzed
through my mind, I finally dropped off
T HE cleaner was most cooperative. The
suit, he said, belonged to an Albert
found this far. into a troubled sleep. Smith who lived at a hotel near the clean¬
The position of the discharged shells It was nearly noon when I arrived at ing shop. Luckily Smith was at home.
and the second bullet to enter Ray’s body Yoris’ office. The detective sat silently Nervously he opened the door, cower¬
indicated Moore was lying. But who was at his desk. ing back into the room when he saw us
he protecting? A Luger automatic was “Anything new?” I asked. standing before his door. When Yoris
used in the killing. Moore said Ray pulled “Four cleaners found. blood spots on displayed his badge he seemed relieved.
the gun from his pocket. Yet Yoris had their clothes. The laboratories have “I was coming to see you fellows,” he
found the holster for a Luger in Moore’s them now.” And he smiled. “Probably blurted, “but I know what happens to
home. But, this was still only circum¬ jam though.” guys who want to tell the cops the truth.”
stantial evidence. Moore said that Ray “Anything else?” “Yes?”
had come alone into the club. A bloody “Luke May’s on his way down here “I went to the Pom Pom Club that night
handkerchief indicated that the underworld with Frankie Ray.”
leader also lied in this respect.
Yet—an alibi and a smart attorney
would free Moore. I knew he would have
W HEN the lanky criminologist ar¬
rived, he sat facing us, a sheaf of
Here was the man Yoris had known
was there—the owner of ffie bloody hand¬
kerchief.
both. papers and a few photographs in his hands. “I was a friend of Ray’s. I didn’t know
“I hate to say this, Yoris,” I spoke “I found Moore’s fingerprints on the him awfully well, but I did know him a
slowly, “but the case is still too thin.” gun,” he announced. little. And I knew his girl friend, Jean
[(> Eye Identification Answer: It is possible to ascertain tion of the developed arcs depends upon
(V,
j
from which direction the blow came which which side the glass is struck. They are I
Question: Will you explain the new was responsible for breaking the glass found only on the side opposite that which I
I method of criminal identification by means and, if the shape of the hole made by the receives the blow.
! of the eye? blow, is of an elongated type, there may When the break is caused by a bullet the I
Anszuer: 'This method is indeed new be an indication as to the direction in angle of fire may be determined with r
and, according to; its inventor, is as in¬ which the blow was traveling at the time sonable accuracy because when the bullet
fallible as the fingerprint system. A it struck the glass. That is to say whether passes through it carries with it the last
photograph of the eye is taken with a it came from right angles, from below; layer of glass leaving a small shell-shaped
I retinal camera after a beam of light is from above, or from either side. splinters around the edge of the hole. The
I projected through the pupil into the eye- If is established that glass breaks first side of the glass upon which one finds
[ ball, illuminating the retina. The result- on the side opposite that which receives these shell-shaped chips is therefore the
[ ing record resembles a round piece of the blow. . When glass is struck it “bends” side of exit. If the bullet be fired at right
j graph paper on which the network of in the direction of the blow and so causes angles these chips will be found evenly
| blood-vessels criss-cross showing thou- the glass on the other side to be “stretched”. distributed around the area shot out.
| sands of variations. Thousands of these
the shot be fired at an angle, say, from I
photos have been taken by the surgeons
the left then there will be fewer chips o
who have developed the new method and the left side of the hole, and so on. The I
no two have been found to be the same. sharper the angle the more chips will be I
What is more important, these conforma¬ shot away from the opposite side.
tions on any given person’s eye remain
the same during life. Age or disease has
no effect. Science marches on in the war Plugging
on crime! Qucstion: In a recent issue of The |
American Detective, I read in one of the |
Carboxyhemoglobin stories where the writer said that a de¬
Question: In the February number of tective “put a plug in” at a certain place.
American Detective, I noticed where a What is the meaning of that expression?
I mention was made of a case called “The Answer: Exactly what the words im¬
I Carboxyhemoglobin Murder.” What is ply. For instance: the detective, in back¬
I the meaning of that term, ‘carboxyhemo¬ tracking the suspected man, discovers that
globin’ ? the suspect makes a habit of dining a
Answer: The case to which you refer Side view of glass showing the shape particular cafe. The officer arranges that I
was a murder committed by means of il- of the aperture; arrow indicates the he be informed if, and when the suspect I
I luminating gas. A woman inserted a hose, side from which the blow came, visits the place. In other words, he has I
f which she had connected to a wall plug, causing the funnel-shaped type of “plugged” the cafe. This “plugging” f
into the mouth of her sleeping husband. hole. Thi? demonstrates that the proposition has many ramifications and
Illuminating gas contains a percentage of hole is considerably larger on the may be worked in hundreds of ways.
carbon monoxide which, when breathed "back" side.
into the lungs, mixes with the blood and Marihuana
forms carboxyhemoglobin. Carbon mon¬ This “stretching” not only causes the break Question: In a news item, I read about I
oxide gas has a very marked affinity for but it also causes the hole in the glass to a drug called Marihuana. The subject in- j
the hemoglobin of the blood, displacing, be funnel-shaped, with the largest opening terested me, and I’ve since tried to learn |
molecule for molecule, the oxyge- which on the side away from that which was just what the drug is; how it is used;
is combined in the form of oxyhemoglobin, struck. This hole usually has the appear¬ where it grows; who uses the stuff, and I
thus preventing the normal oxygen-carry- ance of the hub of a wheel and cracks its effects upon humans. Will you answer I
j ing power of the blood thus checking the will appear leading out in all directions these questions for a student of cri
respiratory function. The combination of from this hole like irregular wheel-spokes. nology?
the three, carbon monoxide, oxygen, and Other cracks appear, extending irregular¬ Anszver: I dislike compound questions, |
hemoglobin, thus formed is called car¬ ly from one “spoke-line” to another thus and I am sorry that I cannot answer si
boxyhemoglobin. causing three-cornered bits of glass to be portions of your question. The reason I I
broken off. The breaking of these pieces must refuse will be obvious to you after I
Broken Glass of glass will leave typical marks on the reading what I have to say.
Question: What may be deducted from edges. These marks, on the edge of the Marihuana is a most dangerous drug,
a broken window pane at the scene of a glass, will be observed to curve from one and is the Mexican name for Cannabis |
side of the edge to the other. The forma- Sativa and is from the ‘hemp’ plant. It is
& a
BOARD Have you any questions on criminal detection or
investigation which you would like answered? If
Hoover—Organization
Teichmann—Blood Identification
Osborn—Handwriting & Typewriting
Marsh—Toxicology
Poller—Moulage
so, send them directly to this office, attention of
Edward A. Dieckmann. As many questions will
be answered each month as space permits-
if in different localities, as ‘Muggles’, Answer: Modus operandi means, rough¬ cer, there is considerable space given to
I ‘Mooter’, ‘Loco Weed’, ‘Bhang’, and Hash- ly, “method of operation”. Its use is modus operandi, such as “person attacked”;
I ish. It is very old, and is mentioned in based on the theory that habitual crim¬ “property attacked”; “means of attack”;
I the Odyssey of Homer as ‘Nepenthe’. inals always operate in similar manners. “object of attack” and other headings.
I The drug was introduced into Mexico For instance: there is a burglary job Many, many criminals have the modus I
I during the early Spanish settlement of where the house is entered by means of a operandi system to thank for their ulti¬
I that country, and is now to be found all , pass-key and the burglar uses safety mate conviction for a series of crimes.
I over the United States where it grows matches in searching through the darkened
I wild. In some places it is cultivated, and house, throwing the match stubs on the Aiding Authorities
I used by criminals in the form of cigarettes. floor; that he helps himself from the ice
| The action of the drug is somewhat box, eating, we’ll say, cheese, or drinks Question: Are civilians duty bound to ]
I similar to that of alcohol and morphine. milk; that he throws the contents of assist police officers in making an arrest I
I In large doses it produces delusions, and dresser- drawers about on the floor; that or in preventing arrested prisoners to
I hallucinations of sight, hearing, and gen- he only takes certain articles, or any other escape? Is there a penalty for refusing
I eral sensibility, followed by a tendency to idiosyncrasy. In robbery cases the crim- to assist police if called upon to do
I commit violent acts. When Malays run in given cases?
I ‘amok’ they are under the influence of the Answer: As long as an officer is acting |
I drug. within the law, he may call upon any per¬
I Underworld leaders have been quick toi son to assist him and that person must, |
I realize the value of the drug in subjugat- unless physically disqualified, aid the offi¬
I ing the will of human derelicts to that of cer. For failure to do so the civilian is
l master mind. These unfortunates are guilty of a misdemeanor which carries the I
I informed that the drug will increase their penalty of a fine or a county jail sentence I
I sexual desires, and are urged to try it. or both.
I Soon they crave it and will go to any
I length to obtain the stuff. It is a well
I established fact that many criminals in- Police Booking
| dulge in smoking Marihuana just prior to Question: When a man is arrested, I I
I the commission of some desperate crime in believe that the contents of his pockets j
I order that they will be relieved of any are taken from' him pending his release, f
I natural restraint, and to give them false Can he obtain possession of these articles, |
I courage. As to where it grows, and its or money while he remains in jail?
1 appearance nothing will be said in these Modus Operandi: a "rip" job on a
cabinet type safe. "Rip" burglars Could he write an order which would I
I pages. cause them to be delivered to an out- |
always carry out their operations in
sider ?
Automatic Revolvers a similar manner. When several Answer: You are right. Every article 1
Question: Why do detective story "rip" jobs have been pulled and a is taken from the arrested person at the I
I writers and reporters persist in speaking "ripper" is arrested, he can be tied time he is booked. A list of these articles I
I of “automatic revolvers”, when there is to preceding jobs by the method is made on his booking slip and they are |
no such animile? with which he works. then placed under lock and key.
Ansiuer: The writers and reporters are During his period of incarceration he I
not altogether wrong. There is an “auto¬ inal may lay in wait in private garages, may not obtain possession of them with I
matic revolver”! The name of the weapon pouncing on his victim when he leaves the possible exception of smoking ma- I
I is the Webley “Fosbery” Automatic Re- his car, or the criminal may use adhesive terials. He is given his toilet articles, (if I
I volver and is a British product. It is the tape to bind his victims on every occasion. any), long enough for him to perform I
■ only automatic revolver made and fires He may use a certain type of mask, or use his ablutions. Regarding money, he may I
1 the .455 caliber revolver cartridge and is certain words consistently. Modus oper¬ order food or smoking materials sent in I
a six-shot gun. andi even holds good in murder cases, tak¬ which is paid for from what money he has I
ing as an example George J. Smith who and a note made as to the amount, always I
Modus Operandi drowned' his several wives in a bath-tub! providing that the money is not from |
Question: I often see the term modus The modus operandi system of criminal the proceeds of some theft.
oferandi used in connection with criminal identification originated in England and is He may write an order causing the I
icases? What, exactly, does it mean; now in standard use throughout the world. articles delivered to a relative under I
where did it originate with reference to On police “squawk-sheets”, the detailed certain conditions. This answer applies [
criminology, and how, and when is it used? report made out by the investigating offi¬ to a prisoner confined in a city jail.
^ I
THE mPLV
O N the night of February 20th, 1936, the weather
was sub-zero, and Patrolman Connelly, attached
his face, lay Herman Meyerson, his. hands frozen in the
position of clutching something, both his arms stretched
to the Miller Avenue police station of Brooklyn, nearly straight overhead. The odd and incongruous fact
was fully conscious of this fact. At about ten in the eve¬ was, however, that beside him there stood a bowling pin,
ning, he stood in a doorway stamping his feet and beating a bowling pin with its fat, round sides chipped down to
his hands and wishing it was time to go off duty. straightness and a zigzag red mark around its neck.
“Policeman! Come quick! Something is wrong at Patrolman Connelly bent over the man on the floor for •
Meyerson’s!” a moment, then straightened up, and being careful to touch
Patrolman Connelly felt his elbow seized and swung neither the pin nor the knob of the door, hastily closed
round rapidly to see an old woman in a baggy coat with and locked the latter before the woman who had sum¬
a shawl over her head. A picture of hold-up men leaped moned him could get in again. Moving to a phone at
through his head and automatically his hand went to the the rear of the store, the patrolman dialed a number and
holster where his service.revolver hung. “What’s wrong?” said:
he asked, looking past the woman down the frozen street. “Hello, Sergeant. Connelly. Got a murder here, Mey¬
“At Meyerson’s store. He’s lying on the floor, the old erson’s dry-goods store, 2831 Atlantic. No, don’t think
man, and he won’t say nothing.” it’s a stick-up. He’s not shot—at least there’s no blood.
Glad of any excuse for physical exertion on such a night, Just a bowling pin standing by him. I said a bowling pin.”
Patrolman Connelly hurried down the street toward the The squad car brought Detectives Harry States and
small dry-goods store kept by Herman Meyerson at 2831 William King from the Miller Avenue station, two of the
Atlantic Avenue. The door stood half ajar, just as the young men who have been promoted into the Ner
woman who had summoned him had left it, and though York detective force in increasing numbers
a shade that covered it on the inside had been pulled in recent years; and a moment
down, the place was still lighted up and apparently open later an ambulance clanged
for business. Patrolman Connelly flung the door open through the freez-
and then came to a halt.
In the center of
t;he floor, flat on
By Fletcher Pratt
and Featuring
accurately about a
thing like that either
way. You see, I don’t know
Meyerson’s physical condition or
the precise extent of his injuries, and
fhat bowling pin there would make a pretty
neat weapon, but I would say she’d have to be
a pretty hot mama to give a man a blow that would
crack his skull in.”
Once more the detective turned to his uniformed co¬
worker. “Did Meyerson bowl—belong to a bowling club,
or anything like that?”
“My God, I don’t know. I never saw him bowling,
ing night to join if that’s what you mean.”
them at the little store. States frowned. From the front of the store where
. The surgeon examined the Detective King had been working on the door knob, came
man on the floor briefly. his voice—“No fingerprints on this—-or at least none that
“Fractured skull and internal le¬ show up clearly. The knob’s been handled by someone
sions,” he said. “Had his head smashed with gloves on.”
in. He’s still alive, but won’t live out the “All right, Bill. About what' we could expect on a
night. Very little we can do.” night like this. Take a look around the store, will you,
“What did it?” in the cash register and so on, while I run through his
The surgeon nodded toward the bowling pin. “Prob¬ pockets.” He bent over the fallen man, who had been
ably that thing there. I can’t tell for certain without a installed on a stretcher, and drew forth a pocketbook
more careful examination, but there’s nothing against the with an identification card in one side of it, then the
theory it was done with that, if you want to work from usual collection of minor articles one finds in a man’s
there.” pockets—keys, a couple of letters, scraps of paper, pencils,
“It’ll do till something better turns up,” said Detective a cigar and a clipping from a Jewish newspaper. “Take
States, who had been diagramming the layout of the store’s him away.” He turned to his partner.
interior. “What I would like to know is why? Know “How’s it going, Bill? Find anything?”
anything about this man, Connelly?” “Nothing at all. That’s the funny part.”
The patrolman shook his head. “Nothing against him. “I don’t get you.”
Ran his business on the level as far as I ever heard; had “There’s only six cents, all pennies, in the cash register.
no trouble frith anyone. I think he’s got a wife some¬ I know business wouldn’t be very good in here on a day
where, and I’ve heard of a brother, but that’s all I can when it’s as cold as it is, but just the same you’d think
tell you about him.” he’d have some change around.”
“Who found the body?” “Yes, you would. There wasn’t any money in his
“Oh, that was Mrs. Antonelli. I can pick her up any pockets, either—makes it look like a robbery.”
time you want her, but she’s all right.” “I don’t know about that. He’s got a watch hanging
“Oh, yeah?” States swung toward the surgeon. “Could on a hook here on the wall. And if it was a stick-up, it
a woman have put Meyerson out like that?” was an awfully careful stick-up man or an awfully dumb
The medical man hesitated. “Well, you can’t pronounce one. Look, Harry, the cash register was closed. You
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know as well as I do that in ninety-nine cases out of a windows rrlaybe, or throw acid on his stock or something
hundred stick-ups, when they open up the till they leave like that. This was too neat a job for the rackets and they
it standing that way. It isn’t much of a job to push it wouldn’t pull the bump-off till everything else flopped.”
shut, but they’re nervous and just don’t think of doing “All right,” answered King. “Now, Mrs. Meyerson,
it. And I say he was an awfully dumb stick-up, too, to did your husband have any enemies you know of? Did
hold up a little store like this on the coldest day in the he quarrel with anyone?”
year. The street is full of restaurants and cigar stores “No, not with nobody that would hold it against him.
where they’d have a good take—why didn’t he pick on Tie was a good man, my man, he wouldn’t fight with
one of them?” nobody.”
States nodded. “For that matter,” he added, “why the “Did you ever go down to the store with him?”
bowling pin? If this guy was an Italian, I’d think it “Sure, I used to take care of it sometimes when he went
was a Black Hand case or something like that. But he over to the city to buy something. I was there lots of times.”
isn’t. Well, let’s get along and see the family. They “Ever see anyone that came in and asked for hiip?”
may have something to tell us. Wrap up that bowling “Sure, often I did.”^
pin, will you?” “Well, would there be anyone among those
“I wrapped it up already. It may have latent people who asked for him that you couldn’t
fingerprints on it and I thought it would be a good explain? What I mean is, did you ever
idea to take the thing along and see what the have anyone come in about something
laboratory could do about bringing them out.” mysterious ?”
“Maybe so. Come on, I’m freezing to "No, I don’t know what you mean.”
death. Say, you don’t think whoever did King shook his head. “You try her,
this job will be coming back, do you? We Harry.”
might leave a man to watch the place.” Detective States took up the ques¬
“Not a chance. Whoever did this has tioning. “Mrs. Meyerson, did
finished his job. If he was a stick-up, husband belong to any clubs
he’s got everything the store had • anything like that?”
in it, and if he was here to “No. No clubs.”
Meyerson, he’s done that, ‘You said just now that
too, or he wouldn’t have you sometimes took
left the bowling pin be¬ care of the store
hind as a kind of ad.”
The Meyerson home
was a walk-up apart¬
ment three stories above
the street, a small place
at the back of the.
building with a wo¬
man who burst into
hysterical tears when
she heard the news;
and therefore it was
an hour or more be¬
fore the two detectives
could get her quieted
down enough to answer the
questions they wished to put
to her.
“Did your husband have any
trouble with his business?” King
wanted to know. “That is, was any¬
one after him about anything?”
The woman shook her head with
puzzled expression. “Nothing at all, m
not a thing. Why should anyone want
him?” Her face wrinkled as though at
ning of another outburst of tears.
“What I mean is, did any of these protective asso¬
ciations or anything try to get him as a member?”
“Only the insurance—” began the woman, but before
she could say more States nudged his companion. “Lay
The evidence which doomed
off, Bill. This isn’t a racket job. They’d break his the slayer of Herman Meyerson.
AMERICAN DETECTIVE 55
was away. Was he out much of the and I got it that she didn’t have anything
that Herman Meyerson could not have suming that it was left by the side of the ters B-B-C—you see, there—in the plug
left his store for any extended periods of dead man for some reason. But what if it in the base. The proprietor of the alley
time, and that the store had not been dosed wasn’t left there for any reason at all?” told me they were made by the Brunswick -
much evenings. The friends and relatives “I don’t get it,” answered King. Balke-Collender Company, over in New
were agreed that Herman Meyerson was “What if the killer just dropped it there York and that they don’t sell through job¬
a very quiet man, not mixed up in anything and forgot it? I wonder whether it bers, but direct to bowling alleys.”
the least out of the way; that he had no wouldn’t be possible to trace the pin itself?” “Get your hat. We’re going over to
enemies and few associations outside the “What about the cutting that’s been done the Brunswick people.”
narrow circle of his family. King’s in¬ on the pin?” asked King. “That might The Brunswick firm has a big showroom
formants were also in agreement on an¬ mean something?” on 19th Street, lined with the. parapher¬
other point: Meyerson might not have had States frowned. “I don’t know what. nalia' of bowling alleys and billiard halls.
much money in his store at any given I grant you that the thing is made of When the two detectives explained their
time, but it would be surprising to find he hard wood—” errand, they were conducted to Mr. Ken¬
had none at all, in spite of the coldness “It’s maple. I asked the lieutenant. He nedy, the general manager of the place.
of the night when he had been killed. bowls. One of the hardest woods there He examined the chipped pin with interest. "
This series of inquiries, as long as it is. It must have been quite a job to cut “Yes, this is a duck pin of our make,”
was futile, threw the j two investigators it up like that.” he said. “See the trademark? And that
squarely back on the bowling pin, the one “No, that’s wasting time looking at de¬ red crown around the neck? We’re the
tangible clue they possessed. The finger¬ tails again. What we need to do is just only company using those.” He produced a
print department had taken up the curi¬ go ahead along the main line and find out small ruler from his pocket and measured
ous object during the days while States what kind of a pin it is, where it came the pin. “That’s our XXX model,” he
and King were making their check-up of from and who had it.” added. “We usually supply that pin only
the witnesses. They reported that there “I told you I asked the lieutenant about to high-class bowling alleys. It’s the
were traces of fingerprints on the pin, that. The thing that made me think of most expensive of its type.”
but that since their application, the pin had it is that the pin looks so small. The lieu¬ “What were you measuring on it?”
been handled with gloves and what re¬ tenant says it’s what they call a duck pin. States asked.
mained of the original fingerprints were so They’re shorter than the ordinary bowling “Why, the width of the rubber band.
rubbed as to be useless. This was hardly pin and a lot fatter around the middle. That’s what marks the difference between
surprising in view of the night when the They play the duck pin game as a change this type of pin and the XX. In this model
murder had taken place, but it did nothing from regular bowling sometimes.” the band is five-eighths wide; in the XX
to help the detectives as they sat in the “They do, do they? Then maybe we it’s only half an inch.”
Miller Avenue station with the object rest¬ can trace it. Who made the pin?” “Rubber band! What rubber band""
ing on the desk between them. “I went to a couple of bowling alleys,” both detectives exclaimed together.
“You know,” States summarized the answered King, “and asked about pins. “Sure. This type of duck pin has a
matter, “we’ve been missing one thing in One of them had a set of pins a good deal wide rubber band around it. When the
this case, Bill. That bowling pin is the like this with these red marks around the ball hits it square, it gives out a sharp,
best clue we have, but we have been as¬ neck—they call it a crown—and the let¬ ringing sound, and the band also causes
the pins to fall differently than they do
in the regular game. Makes a change for
the customers.”
much, and that’s Pittsburgh, for some “Looks like we found something,” mur¬ the balls and to get down to the pins they
strange reason.” mured King in his companion’s ear. He would have to walk right down the alleys.
“Pittsburgh! Don’t they play it in New fumbled in his pocket and produced the Someone would be sure to see them.”
York at all?” battered duck pin which had been his con¬ “What about this Jimmy Sullivan?
“A little. Not much.” stant companion for so many weeks. Know anything about him? What did he
' States’ face showed his satisfaction. “Would this be it?” look like?”
“Now we come to a real question. Would “4t’s one of the same kind, anyway. Who “Smallish kid, sort of sandy-haired.
it be possible for you to trace the sale of the hell cut it up like that?” About sixteen or seventeen, I should say.
this particular duck pin?” “Well, mister, it’s this way. This duck He wasn’t a very good pin boy. The others
Kennedy hesitated a moment. “I don’t pin was used to commit a murder with. used to always call him ‘Little Dillinger.’
know that we could trace the sale of any Now, how long has that pin of yours been He carried around a pocketful of news¬
one pin with certainty,” he said, finally. missing ?” paper clippings about Dillinger the bandit,
“However, we haven’t been making this The man’s jaw dropped. “We’re not and Alvin Karpis and all the rest of them,
type very long. We have records covering accusing you. We just want some infor¬ and he could tell you their whole histories,
the sale of sets of these pins, and they mation. How did that pin get out of this just like that.”
aren’t sold except in complete sets. The place and who took it?” Once more States and King flashed
best I can do is to give you a list of sets The man calmed down a little. “I don’t glances at each other, this time glances of
of these pins sold in New York.” know who took it,” he said. “That is, I triumph. “Little Dillinger, eh?” said
States looked at King, who returned the don’t know for certain. I might give a States, “and big Dillinger started in by
glance. "Make it Brooklyn,” said the lat¬ holding up a little store. I guess that will
ter. “That will be enough to start on.” He do for our money, all right. Come along
sketched the story of the crime for Ken¬ Bill, this little Dillinger looks like he’s got
nedy’s benefit. “Now do you think of any¬ some explaining to do. We’re going out to
thing else in this connection that might Richmond Hill High School.”
give us a lift?”
58
Unravelling Florida’s most atrocious double
slaying—bringing to justice a desperate killer ,
twice before convicted of murder and pardoned
Early on the morning of March 6th, two Nassau criminals know—“Don’t talk and don’t admit anything
county fishermen, out with their nets in Lofton Creek in and they’ll have a hard time convicting you.” But it didn't
a secluded part of an adjoining swampy county, saw an save him, as circumstantial evidence piled up as a corps
object floating in the creek. They rowed closer and found of investigators worked on the case.
it was the body of a nude woman. They didn’t know Powell first reported the “disappearance” of the women
about the women being missing, and when they notified to the policewomen’s bureau at Jacksonville police head¬
authorities, a return trip revealed the second body, nude quarters. The detective division didn’t learn of it until
also except for stockings and a corset. they saw it in the paper. Then, a day or so later, Powell
The stomachs of each had been ripped open with a reported “details” to the detectives.
knife, ostensibly to prevent them from coming to the He told them that his wife Katie and mother-in-law,
surface. Mrs. Lou E. Speer, left the Powell home at 1431 Laura
Powell at this time was being questioned by police and Street about 1:30 o’clock Sunday afternoon, March 1st,
attaches of the state’s attorney’s office. He had been pep¬ to attend a picture show. He said that the elder woman'
pered with questions and then underwent a 24-hour-a-day had about $200 in her purse and both wore valuable dia¬
questioning for four days, but he never broke. monds. His theory was that they had been robbed “and*
Taken to the funeral home where the two bodies lay, murdered.
he leaned over that of his wife and said softly, “My poor His interest in the “disappearance” was too intensified
wife.” Police testified during his trial that Powell at the to suit the police. He went to newspaper offices and added
bier tried to cry, but showed about “as much emotion as further details. He next showed up at the police station
if he were looking at a dead rattlesnake.” one night along with a water-soaked woman’s purse, say¬
Powell, learned in the ways of police because of his ing a friend had found it in Hogan’s 'Creek. He was
tyro previous encounters, relied on the rule that all old certain now that the women had been robbed and slain.
59
60 AMERICAN DETECTIVE
So the police, with Powell in their company, spent a Sunday morning, and as the case drew newspaper publi¬
whole day draining the creek, a five-mile-long stream which city, largely due to Powell’s past criminal record, he agreed
meanders through the Springfield residential section here to be questioned by police and the state’s attorney’s staff.
into the St. Johns River. It is controlled by locks and For five hours he sat at ease as an official reporter took
was pumped dry. No bodies were found. down his replies to a barrage of questions. Police found
Meanwhile, neighbors of the Powells had told police that he’d bought new mats for his automobile—which he
they’d heard piercing screams emanating from the home hadn’t mentioned—and, with these circumstances in mind,
police, while not formally docketing Powell, kept him in
custody during the night, riding him around in a moving
police car and questioning him.
Then, early on March 6th, a telephone call came to
Jacksonville police headquarters from Oxley’s funeral
home at Fernandina that they held two bod¬
ies taken from the creek and
believed they might
The state next moved to establish a of Lawyer Knight that on the Friday pre¬ young lady who scared me so badly the
• motive. Lawyer Adams and Albion ceding the Sunday the women “disap¬ other night.” The state was trying to show
Knight, attorney with whom he is asso¬ peared” that he had advised Powell that Powell was highly nervous a few hours
ciated, testified that Mrs. Powell for some the wife, Katie, wanted a divorce. Powell after committing the murders.
time had tried to get Powell to agree to finally consented to a divorce without a Filling station employes testified that
a divorce without giving him half her property settlement, the attorney said, and Powell bought 10 gallons of gasolene on
property. left. Knight at the time, was preparing Sunday March 1st, during the afternoon,
Dr. R. R. Killinger, -Duval county med¬ a will for Mrs. Powell to sign. She failed a large amount for him to buy at one
ical examiner, who conducted the au¬ to appear Saturday to sign it and Sun¬ time. The point of this, the state ex¬
topsies next told the gruesome details of day she was dead. The will overlooked plained, was to prove Powell was getting
the autopsies he performed on the bodies. Powell. ready for a long drive with the bodies
“The bodies were covered with slime
due to prolonged immersion in the wa¬
ter,” he stated. “The hair of Mrs. Powell
D INEEN’S attempt to. prevent In¬
spector Acosta relating details of
into the adjoining county.
A former renter of the garage apart¬
ment related incidents of a previous
was filled with small organisms—like tiny finding blood in the Powell home upon month’s separation of the Powells and how
shrimp. The skin of her hands and feet a search on grounds that the search was Powell had broken into the garage and
were white and wrinkled. illegal failed. Acosta also told of how the with another car pushed away the Powell
“There were five wounds in the head. back of the car smelled of gasolene as vehicle. The Powells were reunited follow¬
At no point was the skull fractured. though attempts to clean out the blood¬ ing a mysterious shooting at St. Augustine
There was no water in the lungs as stains had been made. The state con¬ when he was wounded.
would have been in case death were due tended under protection of nightfall some This witness admitted upon questioning
to drowning. The abdomen had been time early Monday, that Powell placed the by the defense attorney tnat Powell al¬
slit open to a length of four inches. It two bodies in his car and took them to ways was extremely polite to his wife and
was not such an incision as a surgeon the creek, slit the stomachs open believ¬ mother-in-law but answered the prosecu¬
would have made, but more like a novice, ing that they wouldn’t float and threw tor’s question of : “Do you know how
I should say the wound was made four them into the water. polite he was to them on Sunday, March
to six hours after death because it caused The real “dynamite” testimony of the 1st?” with a “No sir.”
no bleeding. The liver was ruptured and case which it is generally conceded played
the exterior wall about it was bruised. a more important part than any, was that AN employe of a safety deposit vault
This could have been caused by a kick or given by E. R. Donaldson, associate sci¬ firm testified the women had rented
some straightly applied force at the end entist of the United States Bureau of a box in March, a year ago, and nobody
of some blunt instrument. Death was Investigation of the Department of Jus¬ but they had a key. A policeman testified
caused my multiple blows on the head, tice, assigned to the case by J. Edgar he found this key on the front porch of
causing copious hemorrhages of the brain. Hoover, head “G” man. the home.
Any of the blows would have caused un¬ Painstakingly, he related his chem¬ Mrs. B. M. Owens and Mrs. Pauline
consciousness.” ical and microscopic tests of ashes of the Lanham, her daughter, and both friends of
home were identified by Dr. Evans as State failed in its efforts to have the court Friday and Saturday nights preceding
belonging to Mrs. Speer, also. Her body agree to sending the jury to the scene of the “disappearance” of the women down¬
had no teeth in it, when found, and the finding the bodies, the fire and the Powell stairs in her mother’s bedroom, because
state contended she wouldn’t have gone to home, asserting that photographs introduced Mrs. Speer was ill and denying it was
the show without her plates. presented ample information for the jurors. because of thq impending divorce.
A partly burned corset taken from the First attempt of the defense to excuse Describing his Sunday’s movement, he
fire remains was identified by Mrs. Albert blood-stains in Powell’s car came with tes¬ related eating breakfast, helping move
G. Moorehead,. saleslady in a downtown timony that Powell had been accidentally som§ furniture around downstairs, eating
department store as the same size and make shot at St. Augustine Beach in the car and dinner and declining to go to a movie with
as that worn by Mrs. Speer. had bled profusely. But the state estab¬ the women because he had a headache. He
The fact that there were rugs in the lished he was shot in the front seat and said he never got real worried about the
tonneau of Powell’s car when he had it never got into the back where the other women not coming home Sunday night
washed two days before the murders and Olood-stains were found. because he thought they might have spent
none a few days later was brought out by The first show of any emotion visited the night with Mrs. Owen, a friend, one
testimony of garage employes. Powell shortly after he was placed on the of the state’s witnesses.
By James Warner
Newspaperman of Ogden, Utah
As told to Gerard Franklin
67
AMERICAN DETECTIVE
summing up the physical aspects of the scene in the un¬ “There are two distinct odors, you’ll agree to that.”
hurried, coldly impersonal manner of a police officer who Theobald looked puzzled. I could see that he was loath
has long since ceased to be startled at the elements of to scout any theory, no matter how far fetched, which
sudden death. would aid him in the investigation which loomed ahead.
“Murder sure enough,” Theobald said to me. “Who¬ “She’s been dead since last night some time by the looks
ever put her there tried to hide her.” He stooped down of everything,” he demurred slowly. “Could a perfume
and picked up a piece of flat metal. “Part of a tire like that linger in the air for ten hours or so just because
spring, probably what he hit her with.” somebody wearing it was behind this sign board long
He wrapped the end of the rusted, ten-inch length of enough to dump this woman here?”
steel in his handkerchief. He was examining the pieces I made a negative gesture. The idea was too bizarre to
of debris that had been propped against the foot of the be given credence. The two distinct perfume odors were
sign board and placed over the legs of the corpse, when there, sure enough; my drug store trained senses identi¬
fied one of them. But mine was the duty of a newspaper
reporter to see, interpret and record the events surround¬
ing this latest murder in Mormondom. I dismissed the
perfume from my mind and was about to ask Theobald
if the woman’s identity could be told from anything in
her purse, when another police siren screeched in the
roadway and died down to a sobbing whine nearby.
thing here—” He clipped off his words and began a Marie Louise Malojie was the name the sad-eyed woman
search of the debris near the body. had given when she passed through the coroner’s office.
At a nod from Sergeant Hilton, the coroner’s crew I watched her face as the white rubber sheet was moved
moved the corpse to their basket and closed the lid on a slowly back to allow her to see the features of the corpse.
face that had been attractive before terror and a murderer’s “It’s Ann,” the girl breathed and bent forward to look
blows had frozen it into staring rigidity. closer at the face as if striving to deny her own swift
The homicide sergeant continued to grope in the debris. identification. But she was satisfied at last and stepped
I was moving away, satisfied that I had gleaned every back with a tired sigh. “It’s Ann Haworth,” said Marie
detail of news importance at the scene, when I heard Hil¬ Louise Malone softly, her eyes brimming with swift tears.
ton’s ejaculation. I looked back. The sergeant was hold¬ “I roomed with her. It’s Ann.”
ing in one hand the jagged fragment of a bottle. She gave me the address before choking sobs rendered
“Here’s where your scent came from,” he said. I her inarticulate. In the coroner’s office a few minutes
approached and smelled the glass. From it came the later, she sat rigid but silent in a chair while details
heavy odor of cheap perfume. of her identification of the body were transcribed to
“That’s what we smelled; dif¬ the records by a clerk.
ferent from the perfume When this was done, she arose unsteadily to leave.
in her purse “What perfume did your friend usually buy?” I
her.
She stared at me a moment as though the question
was a crude absurdity at such a time. But she
answered me heavily, slowly, “Narcissus,” and
walked towards the door.
I took from my pocket a fragment of the glass
which I had picked up behind the sign board
after Sergeant Hilton made his discovery of
the perfume bottle. I begged her to smell
But like every other amateur sleuth, I was already out of her seat and reaching whew! The smell of it gets me.”
stuck to my first evolved theory, how¬ for her coat. I helped her into it hur¬ “And he went—?” I began sadly.
ever far fetched and wild, and decided that riedly and as hurriedly left the gaping “Lord, man, I wouldn’t know. They
the trail we were onxwas leading directly waiter to wonder what form of customer come and go, come and go, but he stayed
to the murderer of Ann Haworth. psychology he would have to study to longer than most.”
We were still seeking “Heliotrope find an answer for our exit with one meal “No forwarding address?” The thing
Andy” on May 25th. Between stories for ordered, another half eatfen. seemed hopeless with this woman anxious
my newspaper, I had spent three days Marie Louise Malone pointed out the to talk and talk but able to say nothing.
checking my list of names from drug apartment building. It was a brick af¬ “No! When I cleaned out his rooms
Stores other than the Ogden company fair with a hardware store and a millinery I looked around, you know,” this half
where “Heliotrope Andy” had not placed shop in incongruous proximity on the apologetically, “just a little curiosity to
delivery orders. I was getting nowhere. ground floor. There were two stories» know where he’d gone or if there was a
Sergeant Hilton told me time and again above the stores. Curtained windows scratch that’d give a hint to who he was.
that the best way to check out the “Andy" suggested that here were the ordinary But not a scratch, mister, not a line or a.
clue was to wait until the supposed per¬ walk-up apartment lofts which thrive in scratch or a letter.”
fume toper went back to his favorite drug semi-respectability on the downtown fringe “You were suspicious then?”
store for another bottle of his favorite of any city. Her glance was one of injured dudgeon.
potion. The girl refused to accompany me into “Oh! no, not suspicious,” she said. “Just
the building. She .gave me her address looked around.”
“IF he’s a railroad man, he’s probably and said she would like word from me I thought I understood.
I on a run somewhere. He’ll be back,” if my quest was successful. I told her Sergeant Hilton received the news with
the sergeant assured me with the sagacity that she would probably be an important the closest to a reaction of excitement I
of long experience. “When a case has witness at a grand jury session if John have ever seen this cool-headed sleuth in-
drifted along this far; when there's no Kelly was the man I suspected him to be.
quick run down and arrest, time is what
we have most of, if you get me. Care¬
ful, painstaking investigation is the best
B EFORE entering the apartment build¬
ing, I walked into the next block and
“We’ll trace him,” he said confidently.
“He left the morning after she was mur¬
dered. There’s bound to be other clues
course when quick clews fail.” purchased a bottle of the perfume which to link him, if " he’s really the man. It’ll
It was that evening I saw a familiar had become as familiar to me in the last be a cinch to put two and two together
face as I entered a restaurant. Marie few days as the keyboard on my type¬ now we have a definite person to work
Louise Malone was alone at a corner writer in the newspaper office. With the from and not a lot of blind clues.”
table. I walked over and introduced my¬
self. Her large, somber eyes were raised
to mine. “Sit down,” she invited. “I
bottle in my pocket I climbed the stairs
and knocked at a door to which had been
affixed a card bearing the word “mana¬
H E was right. It was a “cinch” to put
two and two together. It was a mat¬
remember you.” ger”. ter of hours only before the Ogden police
I asked her if she had thought, any A fat woman rolled her arms beneath department had accumulated apparently
more about the perfume. a clean apron atid stared dourly at me. definite and disturbing evidence. “Helio¬
“At the morgue,” replied the girl, “I I showed her my press badge and in the trope Andy” became a wanted man. The
didn’t get your drift. Since then I see murky hall she saw only a glint of metal. grand jury heard the evidence and listened
what you were driving at. Somebody She looked startled forta moment, glanced to the story told by Marie Louise Malone,
who used that perfume you mentioned is furtively up and down the hallway and by the pharmacist, by a score of friends
a suspect, that it?” invited me to come in. of the dead woman who had seen Ann
“Right,” I told her. “But we’ve got “If you’ve come to serve them papers, Haworth and Kelly together on the eve¬
more now. Did Ann Haworth have I don’t owe that money—” she began. ning of the murder. They heard my ac¬
among her friends a railroad man?” For answer I uncorked the bottle of helio¬ count of tracing the heliotrope perfume.
“God,” breathed Marie Louise Malone, trope perfume, and passed the moist stop¬ The jury returned an indictment and
but there was no sacrilege in the word. per in front of her face. ordered warrants issued and “wanted” cir¬
“Why didn’t I think of that? She knew She sniffed. Her eyes blazed at me. culars printed charging “Heliotrope Andy”
a guy, lived in an apartment in the next She opened her mouth probably to utter with the murder'of Ann Haworth.
block. That’s where I smelled it,” her some remark about perfume peddlers using John J. Kelly has not been found. He
eyes blazed but her voice was low. Her police badges to enter homes, when I was traced to his own railroad. He was
attitude was one of controlled excitement. stopped her with the wprds: traced to Nevada, California, Oregon, Wy¬
“He was named Kelly. I’m sure it was “Know anyone who uses perfume like oming and once Sergeant Hilton learned
Kelly. John Kelly, I think.” that? He’s wanted.” that he had been seen in Chicago during
My excitement was as great as hers “Oh!” she subsided. “I thought for a the recent World’s Fair.
and probably not so well controlled. “Do minute—. Sure that’s Mr. Kelly’s stuff.” Somewhere in the country he is today.
you know just, where he lived?” I asked Then sotto voce she added mysteriously, But prohibition has ended. He may have
her. “I think he drinks it. I allers did think lost his taste for heliotrope perfume. The
“In the next block on the other side of it. When he left, the rooms fairly reeked police in Ogden hope that the odor that
the street,” she said. “I could point it with the blasted stuff. I had to durned led so surely to his identity may yet prove
out. He was driving Ann and me home near fumigate.” his final undoing. Police departments
one evening. He stopped at the apart¬ “He left,” my dismay was apparent to everywhere have been asked to look for
ment to get something. We sat out in her. a man of Kelly’s description who may “re¬
the car until he came down. That’s where “Yes, he left a few days ago. Let me act” if kept away-from liquor and finally
I smelled that perfume. In the car that see it was the—” she selected a soiled offered a bottle of heliotrope perfume.
evening. Why didn’t I—” notebook from a pile of papers on the The indictment against John Kelly is
“You only saw him once,” I reminded table; moistening a thumb she turned the still on file unanswered. No one can
her. “It was a minor incident and at pages, “he left the morning of the twen¬ know whether he is or will be held re¬
the morgue you were disturbed, pretty tieth. May 20th. He went in a hurry. sponsible for any wrong doing until a
badly disturbed. Would you mind—” Queer, too, he’d been .here almost a year. court or jury renders a decision.
But she had anticipated my request and Good pay, he was, but that perfume, The End
r
N'$v5*"
By Chief of Police
J* W, Tribble
Bremerton, Washington
As told to
Hollis B. Fultz
72
in a position to see what ac¬
tually was happening when,
shortly after four o’clock, the
police car, without lights,
rolled quietly to a stop in front
of a house in the vicinity of
the beer parlor. That man
was Frank Winkler, and it
was because he had been un¬
able to sleep, in his bedroom
adjoining the tavern, that he
had heard the sneakers when
they broke open the door; it
was he who had notified the
police, and who now stood
peering through the blinds of
his darkened front room to
see just what the harvest
would be.
Frank Winkler had not
long to wait; he saw Patrol¬
men Sickles and Stevens ap¬
proach the front door, which
he knew they would find
open; he saw them shove
gently against the door and
then he heard the roar of shot¬
guns and pistols as the sur¬
prised burglars and the pa¬
trolmen, so Winkler thought,
fought it out.
It was all over in a second,
then three men ran from the
building, but none of them
went toward the police car;
instead they hurried around
* mu
the building and the street along which they believed the
killers Tiad fled. Curiously, the killers had discarded some
of their weapons as they ran for the car, and a .32 Mauser
automatic pistol and a .45 caliber revolver were picked
up just inside the doorway and on the sidewalk.
“I heard somebody yell, ‘My God, Mac, I’m shot’,”
said a neighbor who had been aroused by the first shots
and had opened the door of his home to listen to what
was happening.
An examination of the premises revealed that the thieves
had used a heavy bolt cutter to clip the lock off the front
door, and that they had been interrupted in the act of
removing slot-machines filled with nickels, quarters and
dimes, when 'the officers drove up. The lock on a case
containing several of these machines had been drilled and
one machine had been lifted out preparatory to removal
from the building. This supplied the reason for the two
SOLVING SEATTLE'S TAVERN KILLINGS 75
been found dead beside his car, about fif¬ ment where the car in which the killers es- to Captain James Rondeau, of my force,
teen miles from the city. Each and every caped was supposed to have been parked, a clue which we thought might be of vital
one , of these officers had been shot, and Mahoney and Kuehl came upon the deep importance.
the aim had been deadly. imprint of a tire so new and little used that In order to understand just how this new
Leaving out the eastern Washington they were able to ascertain the make of lead was picked up, it is necessary to ex¬
killings and adding the fact that Officer it and to preserve the track for future ref- plain the situation relative to vending ma¬
Meehan had supposedly been closing in on chines in the state at the time of the mur¬
the safe-cracking gang which had success¬ Reconstructing the crime, the Seattle de¬ ders. These machines, commonly called
fully stolen nearly $100,000 in the past few tectives believed that the killer with the slot-machines, had been running openly
months, the. Seattle officers could readily shotgun had stood on the right side of the not only in the taverns, but even in the
see that there might be a connection be¬ door and that the man with the .32 Mauser grocery stores for many years prior to the
tween this gang and the killing of Chad¬ had stood on the opposite side, hoping the fall of 1935, and people had come to ac¬
wick, Storem, Meehan, Stevens and Sickles. officers, in the dark, would pass them as cept them as a general thing. They were,
And it was upon this premise that Detec¬ they entered the building and that they nevertheless, a source of great income to
tives Mahoney and Kuehl began the inves¬ would be able to escape. Then one of the the owners who split upon a fifty-fifty
tigation to which they had been assigned. killers had likely made a slight noise and basis with the places in which the machines
Except for the guns which had been re¬ the officers had turned; the shotgun roared were operated. Naturally, the best spots
covered, there were no physical clues at and Sickles went down; a second charge were sought, and since several different
the scene of the crime which offered much was fired into his neck. groups owned large numbers of these ma¬
assistance to the detectives. However, in About this same time the killer with the chines, a bitter rivalry developed between
examining the dirt at the edge of the pave- pistol let loose at Stevens; one shot hit him them. That • rivalry in King County, in
in the neck and the other imbedded itself which Seattle is located, had grown to a
|AHRnHLY
in a nearby table. Sickles died instantly, point where one group was “hi-jacking”
but Stevens followed the fleeing killers the machines of another group, in order to
into the street and managed to fire once keep them out of territory which they
at them before he, too, collapsed. coveted. This led to retaliation and almost
The closest connecting link between the open warfare, but, until the time of the
death of Stevens and Sickles and any other Elk Tavern slayings, there had been no
officer was the murder of Deputy Meehan. fatalities because of the slot-machine war.
He had been found with a .45 bullet in
his brain, near the outlying city of Renton
about daybreak, just two weeks prior to
B REMERTON, the city in which I am
Chief of police, is in Kitsap County,
the beer tavern murders; he had been killed just across Puget Sound from Seattle, and,
near a spot where two small safes, taken being a navy yard city with oftentimes as
in recent Seattle robberies, had been dis¬ many as 5,000 sailors in port, it was a
covered by himself and another deputy only fairly good spot for the vending machines,
a few days previous, and he had gone to although within the city we allowed only
the vicinity, it was believed by Renton a limited number of them to operate.
police with whom he last conversed, in With the murder of Sickles and Stevens,
answer to a mysterious telephone call. It the Seattle “powers-that-be” decided that
seemed likely he had been deliberately the operation of slot-machines had become
lured to his death. a dangerous racket, instead of a rather
he believed was an effort to make a con¬ 1935; Jack Arthur had come west after
nection in our city, but frankly told him finishing a sentence in the Kansas State
that, until the operators had cleansed their pen and Ted Hollywood had been de¬
•hands of the tavern killings and had ported from Canada after finishing a bank-
helped to catch the murderers there was robbery sentence in Okalla Prison, in Brit¬
little chance for the machines to operate ish Columbia. They had all arrived in
anywhere in the state. Seattle about the same time and soon there¬
And finally the young man spoke, or after the long series of robberies had be¬
rather wrote, what was uppermost in his gun.
mind; taking a piece of paper from his
pocket, he wrote on it “O’Donnell brothers AND when Jack Arthur had purchased
—three of them” and carelessly dropped f \ his Hudson sedan, having tires like
the sheet on the captain’s desk and walked those which left the imprint in the sand
near the Elk Tavern, he had said he was a
When Captain Rondeau and I next dis¬ "slot-machine operator!”
cussed the matter, we decided that the at¬ So it seemed almost certain that, at the
titude of the informant was a little dra¬ time we conveyed our information to the
matic and that probably he had never even Seattle detectives, they were already on
been contacted by the slot-machine owner the right trail, and the next time Captain
whom he had so eulogized; we thought he Rondeau met his C.C.C. friend, he so
was just trying to curry favor and then informed him, without, of course, telling
hoped to do something for himself by him who the Seattle officers had under sus-
telling the Seattle owner that he was * If you do not add...
friendly with us and could arrange to The young man smiled—and stood his
have his machines operate in Bremerton. ground. INCHES
Nevertheless, we thought it would be a “I gave you the right names,” he said.
good idea to convey what we had learned “You will see some day; I know what I TO YOUR CHEST
to Captain Ernie Yoris of the Seattle homi¬
cide squad.
am talking about.”
Rondeau did not press the matter, and
2 INCHES TO YOUR BICEPS
. it won’t cost you one cent!”
W ELL, they are naturals for the
job,” said Yoris, when we told him.
in the meantime the robberies in Seattle
had been resumed with such magnitude
that the officers there were almost frantic Y
Signed: GEORGE F. JOWETT
ES SIR! Three inches of muscles added
what we had learned. “Two of them, Joe because they could not stop them. Certain to your chest and at least two inches
and Jack, are ex-convicts, but I can't place that they knew who was. committing the
penny. I know what I am talking about
this other brother. I don’t remember that depredations, they were nevertheless pow¬ ... 1 wouldn't dare make this startling
I have ever heard of him. In fact, I don’t erless to arrest them for, cleverly indeed, agreement if I wasn’t sure I could do it.
think there is a third brother, and that only cash was being taken and there was ■ All 1 want is a chance to prove it! Those
makes it seem the fellow doesn’t know no way to identify this money, even should skinny fellows who are discouraged are
what he is talking about. However, we’ll an arrest be made. the- men 1 want to work with. I’ll show
look them over and see if we can find out On the night of December 10th, the gang them how to build a strong man’s body...
where they were on the night of the mur¬ tied up night-watchman Hans Skott, of the ' do it quickly...and I don't mean cream puff
teles either. Wouldn't you, too. like to have the
ders.” Consolidated Dairy Products Company in
It was plainly evident to Captain Ron; Seattle, and robbed the place of $1,000 in v"? I™?!? showyouthhoweto get r^Egerndnc"
ncible muscles that will make your men friends
deau and myself that while Captain Yoris cash; they stayed in the building almost
was grateful for the information we had two hours, battling a stubborn safe; they
brought him, that he was of the opinion were armed with .12 gauge shotguns, the
that the Joe Neal gang lead was just then watchman said. They forced the watch¬ faf wantyo°uUtontry?one?f my test courses NOW!
the best one to follow. man to make his rounds at the proper in¬ Send for “Moulding a Mighty Chest”
For one thing, Mahoney and Kuehl had tervals and punch the clock so that no
been following the tire imprint clue found alarm would be sounded.
A Special Course for ONLY 25c
in the dirt outside the tavern, where the By this time, Detective Mario Zuari,
Hie price of four!
get-away car had stood, and had found working with Mahoney and Kuehl, as¬
that it was regular equipment for Hudson signed to shadow Arthur, Hollywood and
cars. Then, checking with the Hudson Thomas, had located a shack on the Du-
dealers in the city, they had discovered that wamish waterfront inhabited by Thomas.
not only Joe Neal, but also Ted Holly¬ The officers had also located the house in
wood, one of the toughest yeggs and ban¬ which Arthur lived and the apartment
dits who ever operated on the Pacific coast, which Hollywood occupied with a woman.
had recently bought cars of this make, And, by constantly shadowing Neal, he
and had paid cash for them. They had found that he not only had a downtown
found that these two men were connected apartment, in which he also lived with a
with “Fat” Crown, a notorious bootlegger woman, but that the gang was meeting at
and rum-runner of the prohibition days, a large white house on a hill on the out¬
now very much down on his luck, and re¬ skirts of Seattle, a place so well protected
duced to touting for a gambling joint in naturally that it could only be approached
order to make his “cakes.” from one side, and in that direction cars
Shadowing Crown brought results and coming could be spotted for almost a mile;
soon the detectives were certain they were Mahoney and Kuehl made an unsuccess¬
on the track of the burglary gang, and ful attempt to sneak up on the house, but
likely the killers of the patrolmen. Two two huge German police dogs sounded an
other members of the mob were ascertained alarm just as the officers thought they
by constant watching during the weeks that would be able to get into the building and
Detectives Mahoney, Kuehl and Zuari had they beat a hasty retreat; they never tried
been working on the case, these being Jack that stunt a second time, as they didn’t
Arthur, and Carl Thomas. Arthur was want to take chances on flushing the gang
identified through fingerprints taken from until they had them dead to rights, for
a beer glass in a joint where he often by now they had decided that the only way
loafed as a well-known ex-convict from they could ever get a conviction on this
the middle west; Thomas had no known smart outfit was to catch them in the
past record.
Joe Neal had been released from Walla It was sometime during the second
Walla state penitentiary early in April, week of December that Detective Mario
78 AMERICAN DETECTIVE
Zuari saw Joe Neal and Jack Arthur care¬ shot down a rancher and stole his car; a few minutes later the door of the back
fully looking over a downtown department Knight was killed by Chief of Police Jack portion of the bakery was opened. Then
store, and for two weeks a squad watched Gilligan. came the stealthy tread of feet upon the
the place on every-week-end, as that was
the time at which practically all the bur¬
glaries had been pulled. Nothing happened,
T HE battle in the rooming house had
begun as the result of a quarrel over a
Mahoney arose from the floor and
took a position in the doorway of the
but while this watch was being maintained, girl and this young woman now named office in which he had been waiting; in
a resident in the vicinity of the Wonder Knight as the killer of Deputy Sheriff the room next to him W'inters did like¬
Bread Bakery, on 18th Avenue, reported Meehan. wise; both had sawed-off shotguns, and
that he had seen two men, answering the “He was just a cheap chicken thief,” both could command the lobby space at
description of Thomas and Arthur, look¬ said the girl, “and when Meehan caught the top of the stairs.
ing over the bakery late at night; this resi¬ up with him he shot him and we beat it Mahoney saw first the head of Carl
dent watched the two men further and saw for Montana.” Thomas in the lead, crouching over, grasp¬
them examining the doors of the Christoff- A check of the girl’s story showed that ing a shotgun, as he reached the top of
erson Dairy, a block down the street from she had told the truth and thus the theory the stairs; behind Thomas was desperate
the bakery. that the burglary gang had killed the Ted Hollywood and it was he whom the
So the week-ends of December 14th and deputy went into the discard. detective now silently covered with his
December 21st found detectives and police The Wonder Bread Bakery was a lu¬ weapon; then came heavy-bodied, crafty
squads watching three places for the ap¬ crative morsel and Detective Kuehl kept Joe Neal, bringing up the rear.
pearance of the burglars, and while these an almost constant watch on the place It was Mahoney’s intention to give the
places were under scrutiny, the gang en¬ until he saw two men looking the exits burglars a sharp order to throw up their
tered the department store of Carew & over late at night. And this time he got hands, and he started to move outside the
Shaw and, blasting the safe after tying a good look at the men; they were Joe doorway of the office to do this, when his
up the watchman at the point of .12 gauge Neal and Carl Thomas. foot made a rasping noise on the linoleum.
shotguns, got away with $25,000. The For a week the officers kept a constant Instantly the three desperadoes turned, and
descriptions of the men were printed in watch on the place, and then, when the the gun of Carl Thomas rose to a firing
the Seattle papers on this occasion, and week-end of January 5th rolled around, position.
they seemed to fit again Neal, Arthur, it was decided to plant the place in such “It was his life or mine,” Mahoney after¬
Thomas and Hollywood; Captain Ron¬ a way that if the gang appeared they could wards told me. “I fired first and down
deau mentioned this fact to the C.C.C. have no hope of escaping the net spread he went—dead.”
informant. for them. On Friday night there was a The two other bandits dropped their
“Yes, and they fit the O’Donnells just final talk-fest in Joe Neal’s big white weapons and fled, but Hollywood turned
as well,” answered our informant. This, house, and about five o’clock on the next and threw a bottle of nitro-glycerine at
the Seattle officers later admitted, was true, afternoon Detectives Mahoney and Winters Mahoney, which luckily failed to explode.
but they clung tenaciously to the theory entered the bakery in on’e of the delivery As the burglars ran from the building they
that it was Neal and his gang who had wagons and remained hidden there until faced the fire of Kuehl and Cleary; Arthur
pulled the recent big robberies, and they darkness fell. In the meantime detectives went down on his face but Neal and Holly¬
felt that they must first clean up this lead Mario Zuari and John McKone had care¬ wood, filled with shot from the guns of
before turning toward the rather meager fully taken a position in an apartment in Kuehl, Cleary, Mahoney and Winters, got
clue we had furnished them. the rear of the bakery and Detectives to their car and made an escape.
“We can take a chance on picking Jack Kuehl and Cleary were watching from the Early the next morning, after the taxi¬
O’Donnell up,” said Mahoney to Captain front windows of a school building direct¬ cab in which they had fled from the city
Ernie Yoris, who had now become Chief ly across the street from the place. The was found and the place to which they had
of Detectives in Seattle, and who had is¬ only entrances to the building were from gone to hide was uncovered on the Des
sued orders to get the burglary gang at Main Street and this greatly simplified Moines highway between Seattle and Ta-
any cost. the setting of the trap. coma^.they were routed out with tear gas
“Better let him go a' while,” replied Mahoney was in charge of the squad and and taken into custody along with their
Yoris, “for he might be a part of this he had issued orders that no one was to women.
gang and we don’t want to let them know give chase in the event a battle began; The Seattle detectives were jubilant; not
we are on their trail. They’ll split up and they were to assume positions at the ends' only had they at last broken up the rob¬
lay low and we will never get them.” and in front of the building, where there bery gang, but they believed they also had
was no danger of a crossfire and to shoot • in custody the killers of Sickles and
C HRISTMAS DAY rolled around and
the telegraph wires brought us the
at any fleeing persons. Mahoney and Win¬
ters took stations at the top of the stairs
Stevens. All the hideouts of the gang
members were now searched and a regular
story of a desperate battle in Butte, Mon¬ up which the burglars would have to come arsenal was uncovered, but nowhere in that
tana, in a rooming house, in which a police to get at the safe, and there they lay on stack of guns was one found which Crim¬
officer and a private citizen had been killed the floor far into the night. Janitor Mar¬ inologist Luke May could say had fired the
and another officer seriously wounded by tin Sorenson was due to arrive at one fatal shots into the bodies of the officers;
an ex-convict named Harry Knight. Two o’clock; midnight came and the hands of in fact, his opinion was to the contrary;
days later the desperado was shot down the clock dragged slowly around, and then he had already established, through the
in a cottage on the outskirts of the city the officers heard the janitor’s car pull science of ballistics, that one of the officers
after a flight to the gates of Yellowstone up and stop across the street. had been killed with the revolver found at
National Park and back, during which he They could hear, too, the sound of feet the tavern, but none of the shotguns now
added another victim to his list when he crossing the pavement toward the car and recovered had fired the shells picked up
near the doorway of the place; this he had
determined by a comparison of the marks
Be a Detective-
left on the base of the shells by the concus-
having wounded an officer out in the coun¬ “At this time I was in the second booth
try, that the operator wouldn’t have any¬ on the right as you come in the door.
thing more to do with them. Then they O’Donnell and the other fellow were to¬
started hi-jacking on their own accord. wards the door that is toward the side¬
They would take the machines, just like walk from me. The other man at this
they intended to do that night in the Elk time had a shotgun.
Tavern, and,, after they had robbed them “I hid in the booth. One officer walked
of the money they contained, they would in and the other officer was coming in
haul them to California and dispose of just a few feet behind the first one. One
them. One of the brothers stayed down of the officers was up by the bar, the
there most of the time and acted as an other was just inside the door, and then
agent for the sale, but he was in Seattle I heard either Jack O’Donnell or this
on the night of the murders.” other man say:
“Well, I don’t mind telling you that “ ‘Stick ’em up!’ and then I heard some
Captain Yoris has had Jack O’Donnell in shooting. I lost my head and ran out the
jail on a vagrancy charge for the past few door and to the street, where I dropped
days,” said Captain Rondeau, “but we can¬ the guns. One of the guns went off and
not find this third brother you talk about. hit me in the right leg just above the knee.
There seems to be only two brothers.” “I ran from there behind the beer par¬
“You’ll find Joe O’Donnell in California,” lors and Jack O’Donnell and this other
said the C.C.C. boy, “and maybe the man were up on the next street north where
other fellow was a brother-in-law, instead the cars were parked.
of a brother.” “As I was shot, I hollered: ‘Oh, my
“Why, sure, O’Donnell has a brother- God, I’m shot!’
in-law,” said Lieutenant Mahoney when “When we arrived at the cars, I drove
this latest information was supplied by my car away and O’Donnell and the other
Captain Rondeau. “And this dope about man drove their car away. I then drove
the sale of machines in California checks to my sister’s apartment and took care
out; we have had a line on that for some of my wound.
time. There may be something to this “A few days later O’Donnell and this
lad’s story after all; we better try to find other man came out to visit me and asked
this brother-in-law; his name is Lester how I felt and brought me the papers to
Rorick; he is just a punk and I think he read about the killing.
carrbe made to talk if we can find him.” “Jack O’Donnell and this other man and
A search of the places where Rorick usu¬ I, previous to this, had stolen fifteen or
ally hung out revealed that he had not twenty slot-machines from different places
been seen for some weeks, and this only in the North End.”
served to strengthen the theory that he The “other man” mentioned by Lester
might have been involved in the killings. Rorick in his confession he later admitted
In the course of this search for Lester Joe O'Donnell, in background, was picked up was Joe O’Donnell, and this worthy was’
Rorick, Detectives Mahoney and Kuehl in {.os Angeles and brought to Seattle for apprehended in Los Angeles and brought
sought the advice of - former Criminal questioning. Captain Yoris in foreground. back to Seattle, where all three will have
Deputy William Sears, a veteran police to stand trial for first-degree murder.
officer and detective, and it was he who my car. I then followed them to Roose¬ But, in spite of his confession, it will
placed them in the way of information velt Way, about 90th Street. They stopped not go so easy with Lester Rorick as he
which eventually led to the pick-up of the and I drove up behind them and also at first imagined, for it has been discov¬
young man after he had returned to the stopped. ered that he did not tell the whole truth in
city from California. It was Sears’ idea “The three of us got out of our cars and that original statement, since Criminologist
that if O’Donnell was released from cus¬ they said, ‘We will look the place over,’ Luke May is certain that one of the bul¬
tody he would be contacted by Rorick, and so we went to a beer parlor near where lets taken from the body of Stevens was
the ruse proved successful. The two men we parked the cars. We went to the fired from the revolver which Rorick, in
were arrested shortly after midnight of front window and looked around intending his confession, admitted that he had in
April 3rd, 1936, in John J. O’Donnell’s to break in and get the slot-machines. his hand when the firing started.
home, where he lived with his wife, the
sister of Lester Rorick.
“After this we went back to where the
cars were parked and went to O’Donnell’s
car and he gave me an electric drill and a
S EATTLE breathes easier with the con¬
viction of all the members of the rob¬
S TIR-WISE” John O’Donnell would
admit nothing, but, after four hours
bolt clipper; at least there were some
tools.
bery gang, most of them getting life as
habitual criminals and the prospect that
of grilling at the hands of Captain Yoris, “O’Donnell took the bolt cutter and the O’Doimells and Lester Rorick will all
one of the most skillful questioners in the clipped the lock off the front door and we go to the gallows for the wanton slaying
west, and after his sister had importuned went in the place for a minute. of Patrolmen Sickles and Stevens in that
him to tell the truth, Lester broke down “At this time I had a Mauser automatic early dawn of November 26th, 1935.
and poured out a confession which sub¬ gun that I bought from a man on the Needless to say, these men have friends
stantiated in every detail the story which street. The other man had a .12 gauge in the underworld, and it is for that rea¬
the C.C.C. boy had told to Rondeau and automatic shotgun that I stole from a man, son that Captain Rondeau and myself
myself, and almost exactly the earlier re¬ and Jack O’Donnell was armed with a have to this day, and will always protect
construction of the crime by the Seattle .45 calibre automatic. our informant’s name from everyone. We
have never told it, not even to the Seattle
detectives.
“On November 25th,” said Lester Ror¬
ick to Captain Yoris, .“I mean about 3
A FTER we got in the place, this other
, man connected up the electric drill
detectives, although we know they would
guard it as carefully as have we. Such
a. M. on the 26th, I met Jack O’Donnell and drilled the lock out of the case that the assistance as was given by this young man
and another man about 10th Avenue N. E. slot-machines were in. After drilling does not often fall to the lot of an officer,
and about 70th. I went out in my car, a the cabinets, I went out on the sidewalk and, whatever his original motive in put¬
Ford coupe, and met Jack and this other as lookout. After.the cabinet was open, ting us on the right trail, he has neverthe¬
man in a car, a Buick coupe. I went into the beer parlor to carry one less performed a service for which the
“Jack and this other man were waiting of the slot-machines out to the car and officers in the Northwest will always be
on the street for me. This had been ar¬ just then Jack O’Donnell said: grateful.
ranged earlier in the evening. “ ‘Here comes a car driving without any
“When I arrived there I got out of my lights on.’
car and talked to Jack and this other fel¬ “With that we set the machines down
low and they told me to follow them in and put the lights out.
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S heriff L. J. Palas wiped a sleeve across his eyes as
if trying to chase away the ghastly sight in front of
him.
He said hoarsely: “Well, we’ve found him.”
The two men with the sheriff stared at the grisly sight
the little attic closet disclosed. A man lay there, on two
blankets that had been carefully spread over the floor of
the small room.
He was dead; he had been dead for several days. The
body was bloated, and what was left of the face, which
was only one eye, part of the nose and the right side, had
turned a gray blue.
The area where the left side of the head had been
blown off was a mass of caked blood, black and pitted
with cracks. Flies flew over it and some were walking
on it.
“He did a good job,” State Agent Frank A.
Brady remarked to make conversation.
The third man said nothing. He was old, some¬
where arpund seventy. He wore overalls and his body
was gnarled and bent with years of farm drudgery.
He was Tim Shine, who had lived and worked and
struggled the seventy years of his life in the Mississippi
River hill country of northeast Iowa. Most of that
time had been spent in and around the farmhouse
where the body in the closet had been found.
eccentric in
that barren and
desolate hill country.
“Dan ain’t never a man to
commit suicide,” the brother finally
said in a voice that the others could hardly
hear. “I tell you, he didn’t do that.”
The words didn’t carry much conviction. On first glance
the death of Dan Shine was an obvious case of suicide. He
lay on his back, on the two blankets that had been spread
on the closet floor. A shotgun was held in the left hand,
with the stock braced against the left foot. The right hand
clutched a piece of binder twine attached to the trigger
By Wilton Grey and looped around the butt of the gun.
To all appearances the sixty year old farmer had
and Featuring crawled up in that closet, attached .the binder twine to
the trigger, and then had lain down and jerked the twine.
Sheriff L. ]. Palas The blast of buckshot had carried part of his head away.
“It’s suicide,” Brady said.
Elkader, Iowa .Sheriff Palas said nothing. He was staring down at the
82
It was bewildering to try to connect a mouth
organ and music with a ghastly murder—but
when a clever sheriff located a harmonica in an
obscure corner, he knew it would lead somewhere
would take his own life. The whole thing was ab¬
surd—utterly without reason.
And yet . . .
Sheriff Palas’ face tightened. Within the past
week strange things had happened in the life of
Dan and Tim Shine. The companionship that had
existed for half a century had suddenly broken off.
The cause of this break was a girl. After living
fifty years as a bachelor, 'Dan Shine had fallen in
love. He had married Pearl Hines, a twenty-seven
year old girl, red-haired and attractive, who had
been the housekeeper for the brothers for several
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84 AMERICAN DETECTIVE
the actions of these two old men was the mark of pain
that this separation had caused.
Then late on the afternoon of May 7th, of this year,
Tim Shine appeared at Sheriff Palas’ office in Elkader, the
county seat of Clayton county.
“Something’s happened to Dan,” Tim said hoarsely. “I
had to go see him at that farm today and that wife of his
said Dan went away last night and didn’t come back.”
The sheriff knew Tim and he knew Dan. He knew
about the fight between them. He didn’t want to do any¬
thing or say anything that would prevent a healing of this
breach. The fact that Dan was gone didn’t excite the
sheriff because he knew Dan was easily able to take care
of himself.
“I had to get Dan’s signature on a mortgage note,” Tim
continued nervously. “I went out to his house with the
banker. The wife asked us to come in and we had some¬
thing to eat, but the woman got to arguing with me and
she ordered me off the place.”
“Dan likely went away on business,” the sheriff sug¬
gested. “He’ll be back.”
“Dan ain’t never been a man to be leaving his home,”
the brother said. “He ain’t never been gone that long. I
ain’t saying that something has happened, but I’d feel
better if you could find him.”
The sheriff quieted the old man and sent him away
with the promise that he
would look into the Below: The Dan Shine farm-
house where the body of the
matter.
60-year-old farmer was found
But Dan didn’t re¬ slumped in a closet. Above:
turn and old Tim ap¬ Howard Hines, one of the few
relatives of Pearl Shine.
peared at the sheriff’s
office the next day. The
disappearance of Dan
Shine had created ex¬
citement in his neighbor¬
hood. The young wife,
frightened and not
knowing what to do,
had gone over to her
aunt, Minnie Hines, to
ask her to help find Dan.
The sheriff, accom¬
panied by State Agent
Brady, went out to the
Shine farm with old
Tim. The search for
the missing man started
and ended in that lonely
little farmhouse.
Old Tim had led
them up a rickety back
stairs to the attic closet.
The door to this was
partly open, and the foot
of a man was sticking
out. The closet was
dark. A piece of oilcloth
had been nailed over the
small window. The
sheriff had yanked the
MAY-DECEMBER MADNESS 85
finger. There is another possibility. The At the top of the stairs was a small spread like wildfire over the neighborhood,
reflex action of death, when the shot hit-- hallway. Sheriff Palas examined the walls. and when the information leaked out that
the head, would have been violent enough He didn’t have to search long for what the officers believed that he had been mur¬
to have caused the fingers to drop the he wanted. It was there, across from the dered, the community was stunned.
string—if they had been holding it.” closet door, in marks that could be seen
Brady nodded. He noticed the way the
string lay in the fingers, as if someone had
clearly.
The scattered shots from a charge from
D AN SHINE murdered! The thought
was utterly absurd. Everybody knew
placed it there. a shotgun were embedded in the wall and Dan and Tim. They had become institu¬
"It looks like you’re right, Sheriff,” around them were traces of blood and tions in the county, with their close friend¬
Brady said. “Dan Shine didn’t put that small bits of flesh. Under these was an ship and their eccentric ways. Seldom
gun there and he didn’t pull that string. He old box. had they been seen alone. Each was the
was murdered!” “They brought Dan up here unconscious,” shadow of the other.
There was an old box lying by the side the sheriff said. “They sat him on that When they came to town in their old
of the dead man. It was covered with box and then blew part of his head off. Ford, they were together. When they went
the dust of years. On it lay a white piece After that they lay him in the closet to into a store or a bank they were together.
of cloth. The sheriff picked this up. make it look like he had committed sui- There was something a, little pathetic about
There was blood on it and the cloth was the bonds of friendship that held those two
dean, showing that it had only recently “But who in the world would have rea¬ strange old men together as brothers.
been placed there. son to kill old Dan?” Brady asked. The neighborhood had heard all the de¬
"The murderer or murderess used this tails of the break between the two. They
cloth to wipe up blood and then left it
here,” the sheriff explained. “We’ll go
T HE sheriff shook his head slowly and
looked at Tim Shine. Tim had listened
had heard it from Dan and from Tim.
Everybody regretted it and hoped that in
downstairs and give the house the once to all that had taken place in a daze. He a week or so, the brothers would be to¬
over. Old Dan wasn’t killed up here and seemed only to be able to realize that his gether again.
the first thing we better do is to find out brother was dead. He kept muttering to Nobody blamed the girl that had come
where he was killed.” himself, but what he said neither the between them. She was known and- well
The three men went downstairs. The sheriff nor Brady could hear. liked. Her marriage to Dan Shine was
sheriff first went into the kitchen. The "I don’t know who would want to kill approved. Dan was good and kind. He
table was covered with dirty dishes. Cig¬ Dan,” the sheriff said to Brady, “but I’m was a successful farmer and was reputed
arette butts lay on the floor. A cupboard not going to sleep until I find out.” to be rich, though nobody seemed to know
held a number of empty whiskey bottles. In Elkader two women entered the office this for a fact.
of the sheriff. Deputy R. E. Fitzpatrick It had long been a legend in the county
QHERIFF PALAS looked at these and was there. The two women were Mrs. that Dan and Tim had kept large sums of
O then turned his attention to the floor. Pearl Shine, the week-old bride of Dan money hidden on their farm. And this
He studied every inch of it, getting down Shine, and her aunt, Minnie Hines. legend at once took on added importance
on his hands and knees. A broken and The week-old bride was a pretty girl, with the announcement that Dan had been
much worn linoleum of faded blue covered with red hair and a slim and graceful married.
the floor. body. The aunt was rather portly and It supplied what was utterly lacking in
After going over the kitchen floor, given to excitability. the case—a rational motive. If money
Sheriff Palas got up and walked into the “Pearl wants the sheriff to find Dan,” was hidden there, it was possible that
living room. There was a carpet here. the aunt said to Fitzpatrick. “She came someone knowing about it. had waited un¬
The furniture was plain and old-fashioned. over to my house last night and we talked til Dan Shine’s young bride had gone to
In one corner stood an organ, a thing sel¬ it over and we think something has hap¬ her aunt and then called ton the old man,
dom seen today in any house. There was' pened to Dan.” beaten him up until he told where his
a faded red plush couch, several chairs Fitzpatrick had been in the office when buried wealth was, and then killed him,
and a small combination desk and book- Tim Shine had come that day to get the trying to make it look like suicide.
sheriff to start the search. Another important element in the mys¬
“Here we are,” the sheriff called out to "The sheriff has gone out to the farm,” tery developed when Sheriff Palas rushed
Brady, who was still in the kitchen. he answered. “Tim Shine was here with the shotgun found with the body to Elka¬
Brady came into the living-room. The the same request several hours ago." der to have it examined for fingerprints.
sheriff was looking at a spot of blood on The mention of Tim caused Mrs. Hines There were prints on it—but only the
the floor near the door where the carpet to flare up in anger. The young bride, prints of Dan Shine.
did not reach. It was small and only seen however, exhibited no such anger. “The murderer rubbed every print off
by close scrutiny. “Tim came to the house day before yes¬ but Dan’s,” Sheriff Palas said to Brady
A chair a little distance from this was terday,” she said. “He was looking for and Fitzpatrick. “Tim has handled this
overturned. • Other pieces of furniture Dan because he had to have Dan sign a gun an<L other people and their prints
were also overturned. The sheriff exam¬ paper. I told him then that Dan had left should be on it.”
ined the carpet. There were traces of the night before and hadn’t come home. The body of the murdered man was
mud in some places, the indistinct outlines I was gone when he left. I went over to taken to Elkader to an1 undertaking estab¬
of footprints. my aunt’s to spend the night and when lishment. Leslie Oelke, undertaker in
“The murder started down here,” the I got home the next day, Dan was gone. charge and County Coroner, took charge
sheriff announced. “The blood and the The kitchen was dirty and it looked like of the body. Doctor Frederick Mayberry,
overturned furniture indicate that Dan a number of men had been there.” local physician, performed an autopsy.
put up a fight here, a desperate one. We’ll The phone rang, interrupting her conver¬ This disclosed the fact that before the
soon see if he was taken up those steps sation. Fitzpatrick answered it. A startled death shot was fired, Dan Shine had gone
look came into his face. He hung up and through a terrific beating. Bruises cov¬
The rear stairs to the attic closet told swung around in the swivel chair, -facing ered his. body and the back of his head.
their story clearly. In the center of them the two women. Death was caused by a blast of buckshot
numerous footprints had erased any traces “That,” he said slowly, “was the sheriff. in the head.
of dust, but along the edges the dust had He has just found Dan Shine in his house This report gave added credence to the
been disturbed as if some large object had and he is dead.” theory of robbery. The location of the
been dragged up them. Dan Shine’s young wife looked at Fitz¬ Shine farmhouse was ideal for such a
On three of them threads from overalls patrick as if someone had slapped her in crime. It was a mile back from the isolated
had been caught in the splinters, threads the face. Her cheeks turned an ashen country road, in a hilly and heavily wooded
the same color as the overalls the dead gray. Her eyes flooded with tears. section: Even from the country road the
man was wearing. “Dead?” she gasped. “That—that—is house could not be seen because of the
“They dragged him up these steps,” the —is—impossible. I . . .” woods.
sheriff said. “He was either unconscious The aunt took the news with an excited Robbers could commit the crime with
or out from liquor. The empty whiskey outburst that ended with: “Anyway my no danger of being seen. This theory took
bottles in the kitchen indicate that some¬ fingerprints won’t be on the gun.” on added support when a neighbor rushed
one used a lot of liquor.” The news of the death of Dan Shine to Elkader to tell the sheriff that on the
AMERICAN DETECTIVE 87
day Dan Shine had disappeared, a strange blut, were waiting for him. came in the room.
man had been seen walking down the lane “We’ve questioned every person living “Hello, Tim,” the sheriff said. “I’ve
that led to the house. in the Shine neighborhood,” Fitzpatrick been waiting for you.”
The description of this man was as said. “We found several people who saw Tim Shine's face twisted a little and he
puzzling as every other element in the case. that young hobo along the country road.” shuffled over to a chair and sat down.
From the description, it would indicate that Sheriff Palas sat down. His face looked “Tim,” the sheriff continued, “you know
it wasn’t a man but a' tall and gangling tired. “We’ll forget about that robbery more about the murder of Dan than you’ve
boy, shabbily dressed and with the man¬ theory,” the sheriff said. "There are many told. Perhaps you don’t realize that you
ner of a youthful hobo. reasons why the robbery theory doesn’t know it. I want you to tell me every¬
The fact that Dan Shine was large, and fit—and the most important is something thing that happened—everything. Take your
despite his years, a powerful man, made that happened in this office a half hour time and tell me in your own words. Re¬
it seem impossible that a boy could have after the body of Dan Shine was dis¬ member my chances of catching the mur¬
beaten him up and carried him up the stairs covered.” derer of Dan depends on you.”
to the closet. The sheriff didn’t elaborate on what
Yet in this baffling mystery, a mystery
that was to contain a series of contradic¬
he meant by this. Fitzpatrick didn’t ques¬
tion him on it because he knew it would
T IM looked at the sheriff with red-
rimmed eyes. The look of pain that
tory facts, this mysterious young boy that be useless. had come in them when he saw the dead
walked up that lane to the Shine farm “These whiskey bottles I brought back body of his brother had not left.
house, was to play a strange and bewilder¬ from the house may help us,” the sheriff He talked. At first slowly and calmly,
ing part. said, lay.ng the bottles on the desk. "The but his feelings got the best of him and
The one person in Clayton County that chances are we’ll find what we did on the his talk became an angry harangue about
did not completely subscribe to the theory shotgun—only the fingerprints of Dan Dan’s marriage and the girl he married.
of robbery in the'death of Dan Shine was Shine.” The sheriff let him talk, without asking
Sheriff Palas. To his keen mind came
several important questions.
If Dan Shine was murdered for money,
T HEN the sheriff took the harmonica
from his pocket.
questions. At times the words of the old
man didn’t make sense. Still the sheriff
sat in the chair, his face expressionless,
why did the robbers bother to make it look “This,” he said, “might help more. I without interrupting the story.
like suicide. found it in the kitchen. Neither Dan nor He let Tim talk for over half an hour,
If it were robbery, why all the cigarette Tim Shine ever used such a thing, but and then he said: “All right, Tim, that’s
butts in the kitchen and the empty whiskey the murderer might have.” enough for today. I may need you later.”
bottles? The robbers would not have The two deputies looked at the mouth The sheriff left the farm. Old Tim re¬
lingered at the farm after the murder, and organ. It was a little bewildering to try mained behind to putter around the house
Dan Shine, faced with robbers, wouldn’t to connect a harmonica and music with a that had been his home for fifty years.
have taken drinks with them. ghastly murder. Everything he had known of life was
But Sheriff Palas didn’t cast aside the “This instrument may give us the key connected with that house. Here he and
robbery theory without first checking up to a mystery that is going to turn this Dan had started out together. They were
on every possible clue along this line. He county upside down,” Sheriff Palas con¬ young then, but the same friendship that
questioned Tim Shine. Old Tim said that tinued. “But before we can do anything had lasted fifty years existed.
there was no money buried at the farm with this, I want to know several other From youth to manhood and then to
and nothing anybody could steal. things. You are going to find these out middle age their fives had moved along,
The sheriff went back to the farm. He for me.” smoothly and serenely, unmarred' by any
examined every board in the floors. He The deputies walked out of the office, friction. Old age came on them slowly.
went out in tbe rear yard to see if there headed for the missions the sheriff had And then the spectre of hideous death.
were any freshly dug holes. He was look¬ detailed to them. The sheriff walked to These memories were with the old man
ing for some evidence that robbers had his car, jumped in it, and drove out in the as he wandered around the house. After
been searching for hidden money. neighborhood of the Shine farm. He a while he walked out into the yard and
He found none. He went back to the stopped at several farms and asked some drove away in his old car, a lonely, broken
kitchen. By this time, he had discarded questions. Then he headed for the lonely old man.
the robbery theory. Another had come country road that led to the Shine farm. Sheriff Palas had gotten back to Elka¬
to his mind, one so ghastly that he was When he turned off this road and onto der. His face no longer wore the tired
cautious about even thinking about it. the lane that ran up to the house, he saw look. It was late in the evening. He went
a man dart through the door of the barn. to his office and got the report of the
IN the kitchen he made a minute exam¬
ination of everything. He- took the
The sheriff brought his car to a skidding
stop in front of the house. He was out
fingerprints found on the whiskey bottles.
It was as he had expected. The only
whiskey bottles, wrapped them up in cloth of it and rushing for the barn. prints found were those of the murdered
to preserve any fingerprints. He examined He went through the open door. Only a
the food. There were moldy peeled pota¬ grim, eerie silence, greeted him. A few State Agent Brady entered his office.
toes and packets of flower seeds on a table chickens were scratching soil in the stalls. Brady had been handling the details of the
near the sink. Two horses were tied to the mangers. inquest for the next day and checking up
In a far comer of the kitchen, under One whinnied nervously. on fingerprints and other routine matters
dirty clothes, he found a harmonica. He The sheriff went up a ladder to a hay¬ in the case.
looked at it in amazement. Neither Dan mow. It was half filled with hay. but a “Well, Sheriff,” Brady said, “get anv-
nor Tim Shine had ever been known to search of this disclosed no hiding man.
play the instrument. He was also certain Going down the ladder, the sheriff took “I’ll produce the murderers of Dan
that Dan’s bride would have little use in every part of the small barn with his Shine tomorrow,” the sheriff said. “In
for it. eyes. He saw only a rear door that was fact, I’ll get one of them tonight and you
The fact that it lay under a dirty cloth open. are going with me.”
as if it had been thrown in the corner of He went to the door. Behind it was a The sheriff pointed to the harmonica
the kitchen was also puzzling. He slipped dense forest. The man who had disap¬ that lay on his desk.
the mouth instrument into his coat pocket peared in the barn could easily hide in “Funny thing to trace a murderer with,
and continued his search. those woods and it would take a posse to isn’t it?” he added. “But that is going to
He went in the living room. There was find him. So the sheriff went back to the get one of them tonight.”
a violin,' in tune, lying on a dresser. A house. He went to the kitchen and sat It was ten o’clock when Sheriff Palas
prayer book lay on the table, with the accompanied by Brady, drove down a dark
name Pearl' Hines, Dan’s bride, written For a half hour he remained there, his side street in East Dubuque, Illinois. Small
on it. There were other books and papers. face tense and his eyes staring at the and modest residences lined the street.
Sheriff Palas went through the papers and floor. Outside came the sound of a car. The sheriff stopped his car in front of one.
letters. The sheriff remained in his seat. He and Brady got out and wall j up
A half hour later he left the house. He Someone was coming up on the porch. to the door and rang. A kindly ( ■ •
went back to his office at Elkader. His Still the sheriff did not move. The door middle-aged woman came to the door.
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She looked at him a little startled and working around to the opening he wanted, expected that the place would belong to
answered: “Why yes—he is home.” the opening that enabled him to play his me and that I would help them out.
“Will you tell him that we want to take trump card. “Minnie wanted some money and she
him to_ Elkader, Iowa,” the sheriff replied. “You say you weren’t at the farmhouse said to me to give her $25 and she would
“We want to ask him some questions.” on Tuesday?” he questioned. give me a mortgage on six chairs and a
A tall, gangling boy, with tousled hair, “I wasn’t there.” dresser, and I said it was hard for me
and a not-too-intelligent face, appeared. The sheriff reached in his pocket and to get money. They hauled me around a
The presence of the sheriff did not frighten pulled out a paper. He spread it out on lot and I said I would. We tried to get
the desk in front of the girl. He did it money at the bank but I could not borrow
His mother looked at him, suddenly slowly, so she could read what was written it. Dan had to sign first.
frightened. on it before his next question. “The plan was made after Lenox got to
“Ain’t nothing to be scared of, ma,” the She read it. The belligerent look left Jim’s house. It was on Monday. Minnie
boy, Maynard Lenox, drawled. “These her eyes. Her face paled and she looked was not there when they planned it. They
men want to talk to me and I have to go away from the table, to the floor. planned to kill Dan Tuesday. Lenox sug¬
with them.” “This note was left on the kitchen table gested how to kill him and Jim was to be
No fear, no nervousness. Maynard for Tim Shine,” the sheriff explained. “It there and he was to help.
Lenox went with the sheriff back to Elk¬ was left there the day your husband was “Dan was shot about 3:30 in the after¬
ader in apparently good spirits. His atti¬ killed. Tim gave it to me yesterday after¬ noon. A car did stop but it did not stay
tude did not change when he was taken noon. If you weren’t out there, how could very long. I heard no commotion there.
to the sheriff’s office and grilled. you have left this note?” We all left after it was over. We went
The questioning lasted until the early Pearl Shine’s body stiffened a little and over to Jim’s house. He said to Lenox,
hours of the morning, and when it was she looked at the note again. ‘you better get away or there will be
over, the sheriff called his two deputies It read: trouble.’
into the office. “We all went over to Manchester Tues¬
“Did you check up on that matter in “TIM: day night and stayed at Cornwall’s. The
the courthouse?” he asked Fitzpatrick. THIS IS MY PROPERTY, scheme was to get Dan out of the way
“Yes, and I found just what you ex¬ PLEASE STAY AWAY! so I could marry Lenox.
pected I would,” Fitzpatrick answered, PEARL” “Jim and Minnie put me up to marry
handing the sheriff some papers. Dan. They put me up to all of it. Minnie
The sheriff did little more than glance “The handwriting is yours,” the sheriff said it would be a good idea to marry
said. “I have checked that. You left it Dan. He is old and I would have a good
“Did you find anything?” he asked for Tim on the day your husband was home. They told me to get the deed from
Jungblut, the second deputy. killed.” .him. My plan was not to kill him.”
“I was out to Jim Hines’ place,” Jung¬
blut replied. “I didn’t get much informa¬
tion, but what I did sounds a little funny.”
EARL SHINE looked at the sheriff. T HIS story was substantiated by the
statement made by Lenox, except that
All fight had left her face.
The sheriff got up as he said: “I talked “All right,” she said. “I can’t deny I Lenox implicated another man.
to Tim Shine this afternoon and I think I was there.” He was arrested and brought to Elkader.
now have enough to break the case. At “We know that Maynard Lenox, that Jim Hines, his step-son, Howard Hines,
nine in the morning I want you to bring young boy who you had been having an and his wife, Minnie Hines, were arrested
the young wife of Dan Shine here. I affair with, was with you,” the sheriff and locked up. Slowly, piece by piece, the
think she can help us—if she will.” said. “We know that he had something sheriff built up the details of the murder
It was a few minutes after nine the next to do with the murder, but we know that plan to get poor old Dan Shine out of the
morning when Pearl Shine, the week-old there was someone else, someone that way so that his young bride could get his
bride of the murdered man, entered the planned all this. property.
office of Sheriff Palas. She was pale and “We have checked the records in the Maynard Lenox, still unconcerned with
her eyes were red-rimmed from crying. courthouse. The day before he was killed, his part in the crime, reenacted the mur¬
der scene for the officers, going into every
S TATE AGENT BRADY was in the
office with the sheriff. Brady pushed
Dan Shine deeded you eighty acres of
land. We know that you tried, on that
day, to borrow money on the land. Young
detail. When he finished and was taken
to the county jail, he turned to the sheriff
a chair out for the girl and she sat down Lenox was with you. You couldn’t bor¬ and said: “You know I like good music.
wearily. row the money without Dan’s signature.” Can I have my harmonica?”
“Pearl,” the sheriff said quietly, “I Pearl Shine looked at the tell-tale note The sheriff gave him his old mouth or¬
brought you here to answer one question. and then she talked. gan, the one found in the kitchen of the
Who killed your husband?” “I hate to tell who helped out with Shine farm.
The face of the bride tightened and her this,” she said hoarsely. “If you think I - “I’ve heard of a lot of different things
eyes flashed. She stared first at the sheriff did it, why do you want me to tell on tracing a murder,” he said, “but this is
and then at Brady. somebody else? You said you had all the the first time I ever heard of a harmonica
“I don’t know what you mean,” she an- evidence and I can say truthfully that I leading an officer to the solution of a
never touched the gun. baffling mystery.
“We have young Lenox here,” the “Jim Hines is my uncle bv ..marriage, “Tim Shine gave me the lead about
sheriff suggested. “He has talked.” and Jim helped carry the body upstairs. Maynard Lenox, whom he said always
Pearl Shine smiled easily and shook The shooting happened up there. They played such an instrument and was known
her head. grabbed him and pushed him and pounded to be interested in Mrs. Pearl Shine. I
“I don’t know who killed Dan,” she him and knocked him down. traced him to East Dubuque, Illinois, and
answered. “He was sort of sitting up when he was he was ready to talk without much ques¬
“You know,” the sheriff shot back, “be¬ shot and he fell over. Jim helped Lenox tioning. It really solved the crime.”
cause you were there when he was killed. with the blanket. Lenox did the shooting In her cell, Pearl Shine wailed mourn¬
You had a part in the murder, but there and Jim helped fix it up. Lenox laid the fully. “Now I can’t see my little boy
was someone else behind it and I want gun by him. Jim and Lenox both worked again. I won’t ever see him again.”
to know who that person was.” at the gun. Out on the Shine farm, a broken old
Still Pearl Shine shook her head and “Maynard Lenox went through all the man puttered around the house-r-among
her eyes flashed and she repeated that she drawers for money. He thought there was the shadows and memories of fifty years.
knew nothing about the murder. She re¬ money because people said the Shines had He talked to himself and sometimes he
peated this for hours, and everything the money. Lenox told me not to tell. Jim talked to Dan, who would never answer
sheriff and Brady could say did not change said he would fix me if there was any¬ him again.
her story. thing said if it was the last thing he ever The neighbors shake their heads. They
“I wasn’t a't the house when he was did. say it won’t be long now until the two
killed,” she said. “How could I know any¬ “We planned it at Jim’s house. Jim and brothers will be together again—in the
thing about it?” Lenox planned it and I heard what they country far beyond the narrow valley
Sheriff Palas smiled. Slowly he was were planning. Jim was the leader. They of life.
With the repeal of Prohibition, hoodlums and
gangsters read the handwriting on the wall and
started looking about for new fields to conquer,
Descending upon legitimate industries, strong-arm
protective associations were formed, forcing indus¬
trialists to pay a huge toll—Read how a fearless
business man, defying this gangster domination,
called upon the police to break the backbone of
Chicago racketeering
By Charles Prybl
Investigator for the Cook County State’s Attorney
As told to Ray Brennan
90
A typical scene after some business man declined to Despite the fact that there was a woman in one of the
join a questionable association and pay for protec¬ cars, we felt pretty sure young Gross wasn’t slain because
tion. Left, Maurice Goldblatt who refused to be
intimidated into paying tribute for the privilege of of his private life. He was too fine a young fellow for
doing an honest business. that, we had learned.
“Gross was too busy going to school and working nights
It was two hours later that I was awakened at my home to have any time for women or gambling or anything like
by the insistent jangling of the telephone. The caller was that,” Gray said, echoing my theory. “It couldn’t be a.
Bert Gray, my partner in investigating for State’s At¬ case of mistaken identity, because Gross had been working
torney Thomas J. Courtney. on that job for three weeks.”
“Hey, Charlie!” he exclaimed as I mumbled a response Racketeering! That was the only answer to the mur¬
into the telephone. “Wake up! The watchman at Gold- der! Racketeering that, amazing as it might seem in a
blatt’s on Chicago Avenue has been murdered. Get into great, modern city, was seeking to gain a strangle hold on
your clothes and I’ll call for you in ten minutes.” legitimate business and industry that might be compared
That message was enough to bring me wide awake. I to the manner in which the robber barons preyed upon the
scrambled into my clothes, not forgetting to take a .38 caravans of old.
caliber service revolver, and was waiting in front of my So vicious had racketeering become in Chicago that Gray
home when Gray drove up. and I had spent the previous two weeks investigating it,
Together we drove to the Racine Avenue police station, and in that experience, we believed, had been gained in¬
in which district the killing had occurred. There we were formation that might lead to the murderers of Gross.
given all available information, including the astounding In order to explain the background of our work to stamp
fact that one of the cars, apparently a trailer for emergency out racketeering, I shall tell of the detective work in which
use in case the gunmen’s car conked or was disabled by we had engaged for the previous fortnight.
an accident, had been driven by a woman. Prosecutor Courtney and Captain Gilbert had given us
Then Gray and I started for the state’s attorney’s office, the assignment after scores of Chicago business men had
several miles away on the west side, to confer with our reported attempts of racketeers to terrorize and bleed
chief, Captain Daniel Gilbert, a man renowned for fine money from them. Many of them were, paying, and
work on many murder and kidnaping cases. On' the way others were being brought into line by use of the bomber,
we discussed possible motives for the crime. the window smasher and the acid thrower.
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92 AMERICAN DETECTIVE
Prohibition was on the way out and the hoodlums had window of his place of business that night. Or a dynamite
read in the handwriting on the wall that their lush profits bomb would wreck the place. Or, if it was a clothing es¬
from speakeasies, stills and liquor smuggling soon would tablishment, a couple of men would walk in and toss acid
be ended. In looking about for new fields of easy money, on garments.
the gangsters had descended upon legitimate business. There were a few fearless, vigilant business men, that
Bakeries, groceries, building contractors, tailor shops, dared to defy gangster domination, but most of them
coal companies, clothiers, hand laundries, barber shops, de¬ supinely paid tribute to the racketeers, terrorized lest their
partment stores, florists—all of them and many other busi¬ businesses be ruined. One of the former was Maurice
nesses were paying a fierce toll to the racketeers. It ran Goldblatt of the Goldblatt department stores in Chicago
into millions a month. and suburbs.
For the gangs it was a simple business. They still had Goldblatt went to Prosecutor Courtney with just what
their sluggers, bombers and machine-gunners from the the fearless prosecutor had been awaiting—a pledge of full
guerrilla warfare of prohibition. They added a few acid cooperation and promise that he would supply all available
throwers and window smashers to their ranks—and up information and evidence in an effort to smash the gangs
sprang the vicious “prbtection association” racket. of terrorists.
It was a simple enough racket. A business man would “Attacks are being made on our stores because gangsters
be invited to join a protective association, for which there and thugs can’t force us into paying tribute for the privilege
probably would be a $50 entry fee and a charge of $10 a of doing an honest business,” Gqldblatt declared. “Thou¬
week thereafter. __ sands of dollars worth of damage has been done to my
If he refused, a chunk of ice—ice because it melts and stores because I won’t be terrorized.”
leaves no fingerprints—would come crashing through the His stores were being bombed, windows were being
GOLDBIW
THE CASE OF THE MIMICKED MURDER 93
broken and acid was being thrown on goods, Goldblatt de¬ street below our windows an automobile with several plain¬
clared, because he had refused to pay tribute to gangsters clothes detectives. We equipped ourselves with field
in control of a labor union. glasses to obtain a better view of the offices and filled our
“I’ye refused to pay what amounts to protection money pockets with pebbles.
to officials of the Cook County Distributors’ Union,” he All of this was part of our plan to catch Rooney or his
said. “They’re behind the violence against our stores. men in acts of violence, if indeed they were guilty.
“We employed only union members to peddle hand Our system worked well. Through our field glasses we
bills until a few weeks ago, and then an agent of the union could see when Rooney or his men were leaving the offices.
came to me and announced that henceforth I would be re¬ A pebble dropped on the police car below would give the
quired to pay the distributors $3.50 a day, instead of $3.25. warning. And if the union men drove away in an auto¬
“When I asked him the reason for the extra 25 cents a mobile, the detectives would follow in their car.
day, he said that the union officials were going to get ft—■ Rooney and his aides couldn’t spot the police car because
that they weren’t collecting enough profits from the union. the exit from which they left the headquarters was on
I objected and he sneered at me, made threats and walked Racine and the officers parked their machine on Madison.
out of my office.” It was a perfect set-up for our purposes.
That very night, Goldblatt recalled, the reign of ter¬ It was a strange place, that union headquarters. Across
ror had started against his stores. He had retaliated by the rear of the wide main room into which we could look,
hiring non-union peddlers, and a dozen of them had been extended a bar about forty feet long, at which Rooney
slugged and beaten before they were more than a few spent most of his time, drinking beer and whiskey. Berry,
blocks from the stores. Jilson and Arnold also were frequently present.
Then had come bombing and window smashing. The Behind the bar, serving drinks and polishing glasses, was
terrorism had continued in increasing volume—but still a nondescript man later identified by us as Alex Davidson,
Goldblatt defied the underworld. the bartender and general roustabout of the establishment.
We set about to learn what we could of the Union and At first we paid but little attention to Alex, little realizing
soon discovered the real boss of it was John Rooney, for¬ that he was to become an important figure in the case.
mer bootlegger, speakeasy owner and slugger. Rooney Between 4 and 5 o’clock each afternoon, the head¬
was secretary-treasurer, with Henry (“Hogan”) Berry as quarters became a fiteral beehive of activity. Into the
business agent. John Jilson was president of the union and place straggled a number of men that usually exceeded
Herbert Arnold was vice-president.
Headquarters of the union were in a combination office
and saloon only a few steps from the busy intersection of
Madison Street and Racine on Chicago’s near west side.
Gray and I went there with the idea of placing the place
under surveillance.
We had taken a position on the third floor of a building
across Madison Street from the union and commanding an
excellent view through the large windows of the head¬
quarters. Our job was to observe the workings of the
union and attempt to detect some evidence on which the
officials could be arrested for violence or
sabotage against merchants.
Toward that purpose,
we stationed in the
1,000. They passed in a long line at a from store owners in return for allowing watching the union. “Don’t get too close
table, behind which sat Rooney. them to hire non-union peddlers at lower to the windows or he’ll see you,” Gray
That procedure puzzled us for a time, than union wages! warned me, “but look across the street at
but we soon learned that the lines of men As for catching the union officials or Rooney!”
meant Rooney was collecting the union their aides in violence, we had little luck. I looked, and there was Mr. Rooney
dues. At the close of each day’s work, Several times a day the union men would —standing at his own window with a
every union member was required to report drive away in their automobile, a black spy glass trained on our hideout, a sardonic
at headquarters and pay 25 cents to LaSalle, and the police auto would fol¬ laugh on his lips ! He had turned the tables
Rooney. low them at a discreet distance—but with on us. We had been discovered. Probably
What a mind for making money Mr, negative results. Rooney had known for days that we had
Rooney had discovered! We learned that The detectives often saw Rooney's car been watching him and that his men were
no less than 46,000 men were on the union circle department stores, apparently ob¬ being followed!
rolls and that a large percentage of them serving the number of guards on duty, but It was enough to discourage anyone. All
worked steadily in the busy seasons—each never did they see a bomb or a brick our work had been wasted. Rooney, know¬
paying 25 cents a day. thrown. They saw Rooney’s men threat¬ ing that we knew his every activity and all
In addition, Rooney levied large sums en non-union distributors on the streets, about his business, certainly would never
but never witnessed violence. There was give us another opportunity to catch him
tatigable barman, Alex Davidson. according to Alex, chided Rooney and in a wardrobe, indicating the occupant was
"What’s, this?” asked Gray. "‘Rooney Berry for being intoxicated and then de- a woman. Open bureau drawers and cloth¬
would be here getting ready to take in ing scattered about gave evidence of a
his quarters if there wasn’t something “I'm going along to see the fun.”( T hasty departure.
wrong.”' With that callous remark from the “I wish that fellow could talk,” Gray
With no one else present to question, we pretty young girl, she walked with the two said, pointing to a canary in a cage at
decided to concentrate on the barman. But men from the headquarters. the window after we had finished search¬
Alex didn't know a thing. Rooney and the In about a half hour, Rosie and the ing the three rooms of the suite without
others had left the previous evening about two union officials returned, Alex said, result. The canary didn’t do any talking,
9 o'clock, Alex said. He had locked the hilarious with laughter and demanding but the little bird did become a mighty im¬
doors and fallen asleep immediately after¬ drinks at the bar. portant fowl in our case!
ward, it being his custom to sleep in the Rooney took a drink of whisky, the bar¬ Both believers in the saying that patience
offices, Davidson declared. man said, and then told him, “We got the often is a good part of crook catching,
Alex’ story didn’t sound exactly right rat! He’s a dead mackeral now 1” Gray and I sat down in the lonely apart¬
to us. First, Rooney had been drinking Rosie followed" that announcement, ment to wait for something to happen. All
heavily the previous day and on such oc¬ Davidson said, by staggering grotesquely, that night we waited and until noon the
casions he usually caroused in the offices rolling back her eyes and laughing loudly following day.
until late. Secondly, the barman seemed as she burlesqued the tragic death of the Then we heard footsteps approach the
college youth. door and a key was inserted in the lock.
We took Alex with us to the state’s at¬ “For God’s sake, protect me!” Alex Both of us were instantly on our feet,
torney's office, and on the way there I hit begged after he had finished telling us his hands on our guns. Slowly the door
upon a plan to make him tell what he story. “They’ll kill me sure if they can. opened and in walked—a little, old lady.
knew, if anything. It involved the night Lock me up where I'll be safe!” She gazed at us in wide-eyed surprise,
watchman that, we knew, tried the door Alex’ wishes were complied with, after tried to back out the door, but returned
knobs and inspected buildings near the he had said that Berry had a pistol, in ad¬ at our command. “What’s the matter?”
union headquarters at hourly intervals. dition to one supplied by Rosie. He de¬ she asked, speaking in rather broken Eng¬
"You’re lying,” I told Alex in Captain clared that he could tell no more; that he lish and with an Italian accent. “Are you
Gilbert’s office. “You can’t fool us. The knew not where Rosie could be found, friends of Rosie? She has gone away.”
watchman in the neighborhood told us the that he never heard her full name and that Further questioning of the elderly wo¬
union office was open until late and that he could not recall the telephone number man disclosed that she was the mother
you and Rooney were there!” that Rooney had directed him to call in of Rose Rizzo, the girl we were seeking.
The accusation seemed to strike .terror summoning her before the murder. She had come, Mrs. Rizzo said, to feed
in Alex’ heart. He turned pale, gibbered Back to the union headquarters we went, Rose's canary.
and stammered. His hands shook and he delighted with the prospects of solving a " “Did Rosie go away in her green coupe?”
slumped in his chair. Chicago gang killing of that gang for the I aslfed Mrs. Rizzo. Instantly there came
I had struck closer to home with the first time in history to that date and de¬ a change over Mrs. Rizzo. She dashed to
chance shot than I realized. For the watch¬ termined to find Rosie’s telephone number. a window, smashed the glass and shouted
man really had seen people in the office, we The first thing we did was call a man something in Italian.
known to the police department as an ex¬
later learned, because he had dropped in
at midnight and had been given a glass
of beer by Rooney!
pert in such work and have him drill open
Rooney’s safe.
C LOSE at her‘heels, we were at the win¬
dow in time to see an auto—a green
“I’ll talk! I’ll talk!’’ Alex suddenly Jammed with papers and records was coupe with wire wheels—pull around the
squealed in terror. “ I don’t want to get the safe, documents that .enabled us to learn comer and disappear. There was a man
mixed up in this business. Let Rooney that Rooney had a truly gigantic income, at the wheel. Mrs. Rizzo had warned
look out for himself!” a total later computed at more than $50,- someone 1
Then the bartender, now so voluble that 000 a year, exclusive of huge salaries paid Mrs. Rizzo was made of stern stuff, we
words fairly tumbled forth from his lips, to other officials of the union. learned when we tried to question her
embarked on as shocking a tale of cold¬ More important to us, however, was a about Rosie or the green auto. It was an
blooded murder as Gray and I had ever notebook filled with telephone numbers. In¬ hour before she would even tell us that
vestigator Gray thumbed hastily through Ishe lived in Oak Park and would consent
“The boss' (Rooney) got pretty drunk the pages, giving an exclamation of delight to take us to her home.
last night and about 8 o’clock he kicked when he came upon what he sought. In the Rizzo home we found the elderly
everyone out of the office except Berry A Berwyn telephone number! In a mo¬ woman’s husband, who promptly admitted
and me,” Alex began. “ He kept on drink¬ ment we were at the union telephone and it was he who had driven away from the
ing at the bar with Berry and telling me Gray called the number. Berwyn apartment after his wife had
to have a drink once in a while.
“He didn’t care much if I drank because
he made a good profit on selling liquor to
F OR minutes my partner stood with the
receiver clamped to his ear. There was
broken the window and shouted to him.
There was nothing to be worried about,
he insisted. Rosie had brought the car
the union men. no answer, and when he was sure there home that morning and put it in the garage.
“Well, about 11 o’clock he and Berry would be none, Gray called the telephone She had told them it was not in running
whispered together a while and finally the company. He talked with the proper offi¬ order and directed them not to drive it.
boss told me to call a phone number in cial and in a few moments we were in¬ But Rizzo was of a mechanical nature.
Berwyn (a suburb) and tell Rosie to come formed that the telephone number we He decided to repair the car as a favor
down and to ‘bring one’.” sought was assigned to a large apartment to his daughter. He tried the motor. It
Davidson said he did as he was told building in the suburb. ran smoothly. He meshed the gears. They
and that in less than an hour a pretty Arriving at the Berwyn apartment build¬ operated perfectly. Nothing at all the mat¬
young girl walked into the office. He said ing, located at 6824 West Roseland Ave¬ ter with the car.
that Rooney introduced her as “Mrs. nue, we were confronted with the problem “So when Mama says she must go to
Rooney” and addressed her as “Rosie.” of locating which one of the two score Berwyn to feed Rosie’s bird,” Rizzo con¬
About that time the watchman had dropped apartments housed the telephone with the tinued, “I took her in the car. I know
in for his glass of beer. number that we firmly believed to be Rosie’s there’s nothing wrong, but when Mama
en route back to the state’s attorney’s approached behind them we could see the thought we were spying on him.
office, but reached few conclusions. limousine bore Illinois 1933 license No. Rushed back to Chicago that morning,
We arranged to tap the telephone and 683-423—the same licenses that had been both Rooney and Miss Rizzo flatly denied
place under surveillance the* home where on the car so often trailed away from any knowledge of -the murder of young
Rooney’s wife and four children lived in the Chicago union-offices. Gross. Separated in different rooms, they
Berwyn, Rosie’s apartment in Berwyn and
her parents’ home in Oak Park. Then we
turned to hunting for Berry.
F OR two miles out of Eagle River the
LaSalle rolled. Then it arrived at the
told identical stories of having spent the
night in the Berwyn apartment and of
having left early next day for Wisconsin.
Gray and I took up a vigil in* the union Spider Lake Dine and Dance Resort and Berry, they said, visited them in the
headquarters and took to answering the halted at a dwelling cottage nearby. We apartment until 2 a. m., making it impos¬
telephone in guarded tones whenever it saw a man and a woman alight from the sible for him to have been in on the mur¬
rang. It rang often and we soon discovered car and enter the cottage. der.
that Berry, Jilson or Arnold were playing We now had Rooney and his girl friend As for Alex Davidson’s story of Rosie
games with us. located, but there still was the matter of having supplied the gun, of their leaving
For each time we replied to the tele¬ arresting them and extraditing them from the offices to kill, of their returning with
phone’s summons we would be greeted with Wisconsin to Illinois. Both were difficult boasts and laughter—they denounced it as
a volley of curses and uncomplimentary problems, for large profits were made by a pack of lies. Confronted with the watch¬
remarks. the criminal element from vacationing man’s story of having seen them in the
gangsters and they were adverse to having
A CANVASS of the neighborhood them disturbed.
offices shortly before midnight, they de¬
clared he was confused as to the date.
brought better'results, however, when
Gray came upon a taxicab driver who knew
Berry and had driven him to his home at
To call upon local authorities for aid
in making the arrest might mean that A FTER two hours of grilling the pair
for a confession, we gave it up.
2102 West Chicago Avenue. We haunted Prosecutors moved quickly, realizing how
that neighborhood for two days—and Berry delays had caused witnesses and evidence
walked right into our arms on the street. to disappear in other gangster cases, and
But capture was far from conviction, and on July 24th, 1933, Rooney, Miss Rizzo and
Berry knew it. He scoffed at our accusa¬ Berry went on trial before Criminal Court
tions, dared us to prove our charges and Judge Harry A. Miller for murder—only
said when confronted with Alex David¬ to have the proceedings abruptly halted
son’s statement that the barman was “just when Policeman John Sevick was shot
a drunkard whose testimony would be and killed in a corridor outside by a
laughed out of court.” bank, bandit seeking to escape from another
So we locked Berry in a cell and renewed
our search for Ross and Rooney. We Judge Miller decided the shooting might
spent a week in Chicago, running down prejudice venire men called for jury duty.
every possible clue, but there was no sight A new venire was summoned and two
of the elusive pair. We came to the con¬ days later the trial was started again. A
clusion that Rose’s parents were correct week was required to select the jury, and
in believing her out of the city. then the state began its parade of witnesses.
“You know where every Chicago hood¬ Most important of them was Alex David¬
lum goes when he wants a vacation in the son. Not even the most rigid cross exam¬
country?” I asked my partner one Satur¬ ination by Defense Attorney William Scott
day afternoon after we had spent another Stewart could shake his damning evidence.
day of chasing about Chicago. Gray For the defense, character witnesses
nodded. “Sure, up around Eagle River, paraded to the stand to testify that Rooney
Wisconsin. The woods are full of ’em always had been an honest, hard-working
up there.” man. Rosie crossed her knees, smiled her
“Maybe we need a vacation,” I sug¬ the news of our presence might somehow sweetest and said she knew nothing about
gested. We pondered a while. It would leak out and we hesitated to telephone to guns or killings. Berry and Rooney, too,
be taking a chance. Rosie and Rooney Chicago for aid because telephone operators denied everything.
might have gone anywhere in the world. have been known to gossip in small towns. The case went to the jury on August 7th
Of course, Eagle River country was a And it seemed a useless risk for the two and it required the twelve men only five
likely place. There was nothing better to of us to attempt capture without help, as hours to reach their judgment. They found
do. we knew Rooney was quick on the draw all three defendants guilty of murder and
On the evening of Sunday, June 10th, we and always loaded for bear. set the penalty of Rooney and Berry at
drove into the village of Phelps, Wiscon¬ As the best way out of the dilemma, I life in prison, and that of Miss Rizzo at
sin, dressed in boots and khaki breeches drove to Pelican Lake, Wisconsin, and twenty years.
and looking like nothing but two dudes telephoned from there to Captain Gilbert, Business men of Chicago cheered loudly
from Chicago on vacation. informing him of our success, while Gray at the verdict and heaped praise upon the
The fishing was good, a filling station remained at the Spider Lake resort, watch¬ state’s attorney’s office for breaking the
attendant told us. Little chilly at night, ing our fugitives and ready to tail them if first racket case in the city. Prosecutors
though, especially in unheated cabins. they moved. declared the backbone of racketeering
We agreed with him and added that we On the following Tuesday morning at broken in Chicago. Extra compensation
hoped to run across some Chicago friends 3 o’clock the squads from Chicago ar¬ was awarded to Gray and myself.
in the vicinity on vacation. We asked him rived and we cautiously surrounded the cot¬ Meanwhile, Jilson and Arnold had sur¬
if he had seen a black LaSalle carrying a tage in which Rooney and Rosie still were rendered. They were convicted of conspir¬
man and woman, but he couldn’t help us. living. With us was Sheriff McGregor of acy to commit illegal acts and sentenced
There wasn’t much- going on in Phelps Vilas County, Wisconsin, as the authority to terms of one to five years.
that Sunday evening, so we drove to Eagle for Chicago officers to make arrests in A week later Judge Miller formally pro¬
River. It was pretty dull there, too, so Wisconsin was doubtful. nounced the- sentences set by the jury for
we drove down to the depot to see the eve- We crashed in the door of the cottage, Miss Rizzo, Rooney and Berry. The two
guns in hand, and . aroused John Rooney men heard the decree without change of
We were seated in our car near the sta¬ and Rose Rizzo from a sound sleep. Rooney their sullen expressions. Rosie went into
tion when both of us saw the same thing was in pajamas of a startling orange and hysterics.
at the same time. It was a black LaSalle blue design and Rose was wearing a fetch¬ Perhaps she remembered as she was as¬
with a man and woman in the front seat. ing night dress of pink silk. sisted screaming and sobbing from the
We recognized them at once—Rooney from Rooney didn’t even reach for the pistol court, how she brought a gun to her para¬
having seen him and Rosie from photo¬ beneath his pillow. Rose wept. In a closet mour for the killing of the college boy and
graphs in her home. we found another pistol and the spy glass how she later pantomimed his death—stag¬
Hardly had the limousine passed when with which Rooney had boldly looked at gering grotesquely, rolling back her eyes
Gray swung our car out in pursuit. As we us from the union office window while we and laughing loudly in the union offices.
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