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Following his deportation, on the evening of June 2, bombs exploded
in eight cities. The chief target was Attorney General Palmer, whose
house at 2132 R Street, Washington, had its front blown in just as he was
going to bed. Windows of neighboring houses were shattered, including
those of Assistant Secretary of the Navy Franklin Roosevelt directly
across the street. Apparently the bomb had gone off prematurely, killing
its carrier, for parts of a body were found up and down the street, one
fragment lying on the Roosevelt doorstep. The police also found a cheap
suitcase large enough to hold about twenty-five pounds of dynamite, two
pistols, a derby, a sandal, and shreds of a pin-stripe suit and a polka-dot
bow tie. About fifty printed pink flyers entitled were
scattered over the neighborhood. Several of these were picked up by
Secretary Roosevelt. They read:
The powers that be make no secret of their will to stop, here in
America, the world-wide spread of revolution. The powers that be must
reckon that they will have to accept the fight they have provoked.
A time has come when the social question’s solution can be delayed no
longer; the class war is on and cannot cease but with a complete victory
for the international proletariat....
Do not say we are acting cowardly because we keep in hiding, do not
say it is abominable; it is war, class war, and you were the first to wage it
under cover of the powerful institutions you call order, in the darkness of
your laws, behind the guns of your boneheaded slaves....
There will have to be bloodshed ... we will destroy to rid the world of
your tyrannical institutions....
Long live social revolution! Down with tyranny!
The Anarchist Fighters.
The same evening a watchman was killed in New York when a bomb
exploded on the steps of the town house of Judge Charles Nott. Our Lady
of Victory Church in Philadelphia was bombed, and in Pittsburgh there
were blasts at the homes of United States District Judge W. H.
Thompson, who had once presided over a prosecution of Carlo Tresca,
and Chief Inspector W. W. Sibray of the Bureau of Immigration.
In Boston Judge Hayden, who had dealt severely with the arrested
May Day paraders, had his house almost demolished by a bomb made of
iron pipe stuffed with shrapnel and dynamite. In suburban Newtonville, a
similar bomb blew off the side of the house belonging to Representative
Leland Powers, who had sponsored an anti-anarchy bill in the state
legislature. Copies of were found in the vicinity of both
explosions.
Except for the watchman and the obliterated carrier, no one was
injured in any of the bombings, but the effect over the country was one
of dismay at the recurring challenge and indignation against the alien
radicals held responsible. The New York Times might consider the
bombings of “Bolshevik or I.W.W. origin,” but the public generally
believed them the work of anarchists. Ever since Chicago’s Haymarket
Massacre of 1886, when six policemen were killed by a bomb thrown at
an anarchist meeting, Americans had been haunted by the image of the
terrorist alien. President McKinley’s assassination by the half-mad half-
anarchist Leo Czolgosz hardened the image. Such acts were in the
tradition of the propaganda of the deed, as proclaimed by anarchist
patriarchs like Malatesta and furthered gleefully by disciples like Johann
Most in his Science of Revolutionary Warfare—A Manual of Instruction
in the Use and Preparation of Nitroglycerine, Dynamite, Gun Cotton,
Fulminating Mercury, Bombs, Fuses, Poison, Etc., Etc.
But for their rare spectacular gestures of political violence, the
anarchists would doubtless have been left to wither in the obscurity of
their cult. The nobly absurd anarchic conception of a governmentless
future when, in Vanzetti’s words, man would no longer be wolf to the
man, was held in America by only a miniscule group—mostly
immigrants from the more backward countries to whom it seemed quite
feasible that workers could run factories cooperatively. Because by his
philosophy of freedom each anarchist made his own basic decisions,
there was no way of separating the theorist from the activist. Sacco and
Vanzetti were said to be quietistic anarchists—as opposed to the activist
bombers of June 2—yet the dividing line was as difficult to establish in
1919 as it was two generations before with the abolitionists, whose ranks
could include John Greenleaf Whittier and John Brown.
“Property is theft,” Proudhon had said, and some anarchists accepted
this literally, asserting, in Galleani’s words, “the right to expropriate the
bourgeoisie—which lives by theft—whenever the need presses or the
struggle against the evil social order demands it.” During the 1880s in
Paris, one such anarchist expropriator, Clement Duval, was convicted of
robbery and sent to Devil’s Island. His successor, François Ravachol,
became one of the saints of anarchism through his bombings of the
houses of judges. In the course of various robberies Ravachol committed
several brutal murders.[3]
Galleani spoke well of both Duval and Ravachol, and when Duval
escaped from Devil’s Island and reached the United States, published his
prison memoirs and a biographical sketch in Cronaca Sovversiva. In
1917 this material appeared in book form, edited by Andrea Salsedo, a
forty-year-old Sicilian who had helped Galleani with his newspaper.
The bombing of his house may well have caused Attorney General
Palmer to believe that “resident aliens in large numbers and of a
desperate type” were conspiring to overthrow the government by means
of a “physical force revolution.” Certainly from then on Red plots
became his phobia. Appointing William J. Flynn, former head of the
Secret Service, Director of the Bureau of Investigation, Palmer ordered
him to conduct “a dragnet for Reds all over the country.”
The first raids took place on November 7, the second anniversary of
the Russian Revolution. Suddenly, an army of government agents, local
police, and special deputies, augmented by a haphazard swarm of private
detectives, many of dubious background, swooped down on the various
headquarters of the Communist Party, the Communist Labor Party, the
Union of Russian Workers, and the Russian anarchists. During that wild
and vengeful night the raiders smashed their way into buildings in all the
large cities, wrecked property, broke open safes, and indifferent to
warrants and the niceties of habeas corpus hustled thousands of citizens
as well as noncitizens to the lockup.
But the November raids were only a prelude to the sweeping raids of
January 2, 1920. These were timed to take place simultaneously in thirty-
three cities. Six thousand warrants were issued, and thousands of aliens
were picked up with or without warrants. Subsequently, about three
thousand were held for deportation—although in the end only 446 of
these were deported.
In Massachusetts there were fourteen such raids, and in Boston five
hundred aliens were marched through the streets in chains and taken to
the Deer Island House of Correction, where they were isolated in brutally
chaotic conditions.
The callous illegalities of the raiding procedures caused much
indignation among native Americans. In Boston, Federal Judge George
Anderson spoke out sharply against the mob actions of government
agents. Twelve nationally known lawyers, among them Zechariah
Chafee, Roscoe Pound, and Felix Frankfurter, all of the Harvard Law
School, collaborated on a report condemning the illegal practices of the
Justice Department.
If the raids caused indignation among the native-born, among the alien
radicals they caused terror. No one seemed safe from the midnight knock
on the door, the hard-faced men with clubs, the blinding lights and the
hammering questions of the night-long interrogation. Rumor exaggerated
the Palmer proceedings to outright murder as they were discussed by
Sacco and his friends in Stoughton and by Vanzetti and his comrades on
Sunday afternoons in the Italian Independent Naturalization Club of East
Boston.
After months of following each clue, even to tracing the polka-dot tie
to the store that sold it, Department of Justice agents concluded that the
man blown to pieces in the bombing of Attorney General Palmer’s house
was an Italian anarchist, Carlo Valdinoce, a member of the dynamite-
minded group in Paterson, New Jersey. Valdinoce had been associated
there with Galleani in the printing of the Cronaca Sovversiva. In
addition, Flynn, the new Bureau of Investigation director, had collected
enough evidence to convince him that an explosion of the same date in
Paterson was the work of another local anarchist, Ruggero Baccini, who
had since been deported. There were no clues in the other eleven
bombings, though Flynn was certain that they were all the work of
anarchists and that the dynamite had come from Paterson. Efforts to
determine the origin of the flyer failed.
Then, in February 1920, Flynn received a tip from an ostensible
direct-action anarchist named Ravarini. Recently, in Boston, Ravarini
had sold subscriptions to Malatesta’s Umanita Nuova to Sacco, Vanzetti,
Boda, and Orciani, among others. He told a federal agent that a Roberto
Elia, a printer at Canzani’s Printing Shop in Brooklyn, New York, was
engaged in publishing anarchist literature, including flyers. On the night
of February 25, Bureau agents picked up Elia in his lodgings. At the
print shop the agents turned up pink paper similar to that of the flyer and
unearthed from the Canzani fonts the peculiar S that had not matched the
typeface used for the first nine letters of the title . Canzani’s
typesetter turned out to be Galleani’s old associate, Andrea Salsedo.
Salsedo and Elia, questioned separately, at first maintained they knew
nothing about . They were taken to the Manhattan offices of
the Department of Justice at 21 Park Row and there they remained until
the morning of May 2 when Salsedo’s smashed body was found on the
pavement, fourteen floors beneath the window of his room. It was
believed by the anarchists at the time, and afterward by many liberals,
that Salsedo had been tortured by Bureau agents and then thrown from
the window. Actually, Salsedo was a suicide.
Neither he nor Elia was under formal arrest at Park Row, although the
agents made it clear that the alternative to staying was jail or deportation.
According to a Department of Justice report, Salsedo confessed that he
had printed . Elia admitted that he had been in the shop and
that he had delivered a bundle of the flyers to Carlo Recchi, a member of
the Galleani group. After consulting with their lawyer, Narciso Donato,
the men agreed that they would remain in the Department’s offices, “that
their whereabouts should remain unknown to all except their families,
their attorney, and certain of their friends, and, further, that neither
should be subjected to interrogation or examination without the presence
of their attorney.” Donato later said that his clients had been well treated
and had been questioned only when he was present.
Subsequently, Elia was deported. Before leaving the country he set
down his own version of the events at Park Row in an affidavit for one
of the Sacco-Vanzetti defense lawyers. On March 8, he related, while
being taken to an interrogation room, he had passed another room where
he had seen Salsedo surrounded by four agents in their shirtsleeves.
Then, while he himself was being interrogated, he had heard Salsedo
scream. The next morning he had been taken to Director Flynn’s office.
I was alone in the outer room [Elia deposed] until Salsedo came in
with Mr. Donato. Salsedo’s face and forehead were bruised from the
beating he had received. He had red spots and scratches on his cheeks
and temples and his eyes were vacant. He was depressed. I never saw
him normal during all the times after that we were together.
In Mr. Flynn’s waiting room Salsedo told me about his interrogation
the night before. They showed him a bloody sandal and said “You see
this blood? This is the blood of the man who was blown up. Tell me
whose blood that is.” He would say that he did not know, and they would
swear at him and strike him in the face or body with the heel of the
sandal. They did this over and over again.
Mr. Donato told me that we were charged with murder in the first
degree. Salsedo said “I do not want to die. We have done nothing, but we
are in a trap. What are we to do? I will admit that I printed
, because I cannot stand any more, and maybe I will help
myself.”...
On the next day we were questioned by Mr. Flynn. Salsedo said that he
had printed the leaflet in May 1919; that I had nothing to do with it; that
it had been ordered by one Recchi. I stated that I had seen Salsedo
printing it, but had nothing to do with it....
After that we were not formally questioned any more and we were very
well treated. A room was fitted up for us with two beds. We had good
meals; we were taken out for walks; once we were taken to the movies.
When any one asked me if I was content or if I was willing to stay at the
Department of Justice I always said “Yes,” because I did not want to go
to prison and I thought that all depended upon the good will of the
agents....
Mr. Donato came to see us frequently. So did Salsedo’s wife, who
sought to tranquillize him. But Salsedo was always despondent and in
fear. He would say, “We who are innocent, are in jail. Maybe those who
are guilty are out there in freedom.” I would tell him that we would be
free, but he did not believe it. He would lie groaning and lamenting all
the night. He complained continually of pains in his stomach and head.
He was always nervous. He refused absolutely to eat. He showed clear
signs of an unbalancing mind....
On the evening of Sunday, May 2nd, Salsedo walked a little with me in
the corridor as was our custom. He went to bed about nine o’clock. Then
I sat with the Department of Justice agents who were smoking and telling
stories. About eleven o’clock I came into our room with Palmera the
interpreter. Salsedo begged me to turn off the light; he said “I have a
terrible headache. That cigarette you gave me hurt me.”
I went to bed. For a long time I heard Salsedo groaning and
lamenting. Then I fell asleep. I know nothing more until I was awakened
by the watchman who came to call us every morning between five and six
o’clock so that we should be up before the cleaning women came to the
offices. I said “Is it not early?” He answered, “Your comrade is dead.
He has jumped from the window.”
To the anarchist groups of New York, New Jersey, and New England
the detention of Elia and Salsedo was ominous. Tresca, who had
succeeded the deported Galleani as leader, consulted with Donato, but
was unable to see the men. He suspected the lawyer of back-hand
dealings with the Department of Justice.
On Sunday afternoon, April 25, fifteen or twenty of the East Boston
anarchists, meeting in their hall overlooking the docks, discussed what
they could do for Elia and Salsedo. Sacco, Vanzetti, and Orciani were
present. Ever since they had learned of their comrades’ mysterious
detention these men had been raising money and sending it on without,
however, knowing just where it was going. Somebody from Boston, they
now decided, must go to New York and find out what was happening.
Vanzetti, being self-employed and having no family responsibilities, was
chosen. He left that evening on the train.
In New York he found that Tresca could give him little new
information. Luigi Quintiliano, the chairman of a committee to defend
Palmer raid victims, warned Vanzetti that there would soon be more raids
and urged him to tell his Massachusetts friends to get rid of any anarchist
literature they might possess.
Vanzetti passed on this warning when he returned to Boston, but about
Salsedo and Elia he had no more to tell than was known before.
In spite of the Attorney General’s prediction that a gigantic bomb plot
and general strike would erupt on May Day, the day was for the most
part a quiet one all over the country. Palmer’s zeal produced only a few
victims, among them members of the Association of Harvard Clubs who,
marching in Washington behind their crimson banners, found themselves
mistaken for a Red parade. Public opinion began to turn against the
Attorney General, even as his shadow still loomed large over the alien
radicals.
At their Sunday meeting on May 2, the East Boston Anarchists were
not aware of any change in the public temper. To them the times seemed
desperate, with the possibility of a police ambush at the next corner.
Most of their talk was about getting rid of their anarchist literature.
Orciani, who had recently seen Boda, reported that the latter still owned
a car; he thought they might use it for rounding up the literature. Sacco
suggested that he and Vanzetti and Orciani should meet with Boda some
time early in the week. Vanzetti reminded everyone that there would be a
meeting in Brockton on May 9 to raise money for Salsedo and Elia.
After the meeting Sacco told Vanzetti that on the ninth he and his
family would be on their way to Italy. He suggested that Vanzetti come
back to Stoughton with him for a last visit. Vanzetti promised to come
down the following afternoon.
Monday morning Vanzetti visited the Boston piers but found that fish
was still scarce and too expensive for his pushcart customers. He had
lunch with some Italian friends near Haymarket Square and heard the
news of Salsedo’s death. Late in the afternoon he took the train for
Stoughton.
Only Rosina and the child were at the bungalow when he arrived.
Sacco had quit his job on Saturday, but had gone back to the factory to
help break in a new man. He returned just after five o’clock.
Tuesday morning Sacco had to go in to Boston to the Italian Consulate
for his passport. Vanzetti spent the day reading. After Sacco had picked
up the passport he rode out to Hyde Park on the el to meet Orciani, who
had come down from Readville on his motorcycle. They talked again
about the books and pamphlets that had to be collected, and Orciani said
they could arrange with Boda to get the car the next evening. He gave
Sacco a ride back to Stoughton. As they chugged into the yard of the
bungalow they saw young George Kelley, the factory superintendent,
who lived next door. Sacco introduced him to Orciani. They stood there a
few minutes talking about motorcycles and the weather. Orciani said he
would be over again next afternoon.
On Wednesday Sacco stayed home all day. He and Vanzetti chopped
wood in the morning, had lunch, took a walk, and then sat down in the
kitchen while Rosina went on with the packing. Vanzetti said afterward
that he happened to notice several shotgun shells on top of the kitchen
cabinet. Rather than see them thrown out he put them in his pocket,
thinking he might sell them to some comrade in Plymouth and perhaps
make a quarter for the cause.
Orciani arrived on his motorcycle about half past four, the elusive
Boda in the sidecar. Boda told them he had telephoned the garage man
about his car; they could pick it up that evening. After the four ate
supper, Orciani and Boda left on the motorcycle, having agreed to meet
Sacco and Vanzetti at Elm Square in West Bridgewater.
Sacco and Vanzetti caught the 7:20 streetcar for Brockton. There they
found they had to wait for the Bridgewater car. It was growing dark.
Vanzetti went into a store on Main Street and bought several cigars. Then
the two men had a cup of coffee in a lunchroom. While they drank it
Vanzetti took out a paper and pencil and began to write the notice for the
Sunday meeting in Brockton.
He continued to work on it after they boarded the Bridgewater car.
Just before they reached West Bridgewater he gave the notice to Sacco
and told him it was ready for the printer. At the Elm Square they waited a
while under the street light by the Johnson brothers’ garage, which was
shut. Then, after starting toward Bridgewater, they turned back,
recrossed the square, and walked in the direction of Brockton. As they
reached the railroad bridge they saw the solitary beam of a motorcycle
headlight snaking toward them.
FOOTNOTES:
[2] According to his teacher, no one in Milford ever believed Sacco was
guilty of murder. After his arrest the Italian community ran benefits to raise
money for his defense. It also contributed to his funeral expenses.
[3] The most sensational of the anarchist criminal groups in this century
was the Bonnot Gang of Paris. In December 1911, the members attacked two
bank messengers on the street, shot one, grabbed their bags, and made off in a
waiting car in what was apparently the world’s first motorized holdup.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The first of the East Boston comrades to visit the Brockton police station
was Professor Felice Guadagni, a graduate of the Institute of Naples and
editor of the Gazzetta del Massachusetts. He was proud of being an
educated man and in spite of his anarchism liked to call himself and have
others call him Professor. He found that his two friends did not seem to
understand the reason for their arrest. Vanzetti told him with a shrug that
even if they were going to be deported now, they would at least go to
Italy at Uncle Sam’s expense. The point of Katzmann’s opaque
questioning was suddenly clear when Guadagni explained that they were
being held, not because they were anarchists, not for running away to
Mexico during the war, but because they were accused of murder.
When the news of Vanzetti’s predicament reached Plymouth, Vincenzo
Brini gathered his friends together to decide what to do. Like most aliens
they felt confused when faced with governmental authority. Whenever
such difficulties came up in North Plymouth—troubles with police or
courts or town officials—the Italian community turned to Doviglio
Govoni. Govoni, the Plymouth court interpreter, was also the local fixer.
He knew English, he knew the judges and the district attorney and the
sheriff, he knew the routine of the town hall and the heads of the various
departments, most of whom he called by their first names. Whether it
was a tax abatement, a couple of boys caught robbing a fruit store, a
matter of filing first papers, or getting a runaway son out of the Navy,
Govoni was the man to go to.
After Govoni had listened to Brini and the others, he told them straight
off that they must get rid of their lawyer, Callahan. What they needed
was a good smart lawyer, like Judge John Vahey of the district court. Not
only did Vahey know his way around Plymouth, but his brother was a big
Boston attorney who might come in handy in case things didn’t turn out
right.
Vanzetti’s friends agreed. They and Govoni went down to the
Brockton station the following evening with a declaration of discharge.
They explained to Vanzetti that they would do everything they could for
him, but that they needed a lawyer they had confidence in. Vanzetti,
though he had come to like Callahan, signed the declaration.
Meanwhile Sacco’s comrades had engaged a Boston lawyer, James
Graham. An Irish Catholic, Graham had built up a large practice in the
Italian North End, where he was noted for his ability to get on with
politicians and to get his clients off. The latters’ guilt or innocence did
not concern him. He assumed that most of the Italians who came to him
in trouble were troublemakers.
Harding’s positive identification of Vanzetti as the Bridgewater
shotgun bandit had been enough to convince Chief Stewart, and on May
11 he filed a complaint in the Brockton police court charging that
Vanzetti “being armed with a dangerous weapon did assault Alfred E.
Cox with intent to rob him.” That same afternoon, to Stewart’s disgust,
Orciani had to be released, since his time card showed that he had been
at work in Norwood on the date of both crimes.
The preliminary hearing on the Bridgewater charge against Vanzetti
was held in the Brockton police court before Judge Herbert Thorndike on
May 18, 1920.[4] Graves, the truck driver, who had thought the bandit car
a Hudson, had died in the interim, but Cox the paymaster, Bowles the
guard, and Slip Harding appeared as witnesses for the Commonwealth.
The three still described the man with the shotgun as having a cropped
mustache but picked out the droop-mustached Vanzetti as the man.
Bowles and Cox, who had been vague when they first saw Vanzetti in the
police station, had by this time become much more positive. “I think he
looks enough like the man to be the man,” Cox told the court, although
under cross-examination he admitted that he was still not completely
sure. Bowles was sure. “That is the man who had the shotgun that
morning,” he said.
Harding remained as certain about Vanzetti as he had been at the
station, but the car he had originally described as a Hudson Six had now
firmly become a Buick. In addition to the three repeaters the
Commonwealth had a new witness, a Mrs. Georgina Brooks, who a few
minutes before the Bridgewater attempt had been walking down Broad
Street with her five-year-old son. She had crossed just in front of the
bandit car and had noticed the four men inside. The driver had followed
her with his eyes as she passed. Now she picked Vanzetti as the man she
had seen behind the wheel of the car. “I am positive,” she said.
Vahey having not bothered to produce any defense witnesses, Judge
Thorndike held Vanzetti for action by the grand jury, and on June 11 two
indictments were found against him: for assault with intent to rob, and
assault with intent to murder. At the conclusion of the May preliminary
hearing Assistant District Attorney Kane told the court that he had
witnesses who would positively identify Vanzetti in connection with the
South Braintree murders. On learning this, Judge Thorndike refused to
admit Vanzetti to bail and remanded him to the Plymouth county jail. His
trial was scheduled for June 22.
In the intervening weeks Vanzetti continued to insist that he had spent
December 24, the day of the Bridgewater attempt, delivering eels to his
customers in North Plymouth. Among Catholics the day before
Christmas is a fast day, and among Italians it ends in a feast that always
includes eels. Even the poorest or the most free-thinking of Italian
families manages to have eels on that traditional day. Brini rounded up
several dozen witnesses to testify that they had bought eels from Vanzetti
or seen him with his pushcart the day before Christmas.
Sacco’s lawyer, Graham, became associated with Vahey in Vanzetti’s
defense. Six years afterward, while in Charlestown State Prison, Vanzetti
wrote a pamphlet, “Background of the Plymouth Trial,” denouncing both
his Plymouth lawyers. One of his chief complaints was that Vahey had
refused to allow him to testify in his own behalf. Vanzetti wrote that
when they discussed the matter,
He asked me how I would explain from the stand the meaning of
Socialism, or Communism, or Bolshevism, if I was requested by the
district attorney to do so. At such a query, I would begin an explanation
on those subjects, and Mr. Vahey would cut it off at its very beginning.
“Hush, if you will tell such things to the ignorant, conservative jurors,
they will send you to State prison right away.”
Graham set down his version thirty years later. According to it he and
Vahey went to the Plymouth jail one evening and spent hours discussing
whether or not Vanzetti should take the stand. Graham said he told
Vanzetti that when a defendant failed to testify in Massachusetts he was
usually found guilty.
Vanzetti [Graham wrote] was carefully advised as to the evidence that
had gone in as to what inference the Jury might draw if he failed to take
the stand despite what the Judge would tell them in his charge, and as to
what information might be elicited from him if he did take the stand.
“But you,” Vahey told him, “are the one who has got to make the
decision as to whether you will testify or not.”
Sacco had been moved to the Dedham jail and Vahey, at Vanzetti’s
request, went there to discuss the matter with him. When he returned,
Vanzetti, according to Graham, said in substance: “I don’t think I can
improve upon the alibi which has been established. I had better not take
the stand.”
Vanzetti was sure afterward that he had been betrayed, and attacked
Vahey in the bitter language of his pamphlet. Part of his bitterness was
undoubtedly caused by the fact that in 1924 Vahey became Katzmann’s
law partner.
May passed into June. Except among the Italians of North Plymouth
and the small anarchist circle in East Boston, Vanzetti’s forthcoming trial
caused little interest. There was a flurry in June when the Boston Sunday
Advertiser reported—it later turned out to be a newspaperman’s hoax—
that a letter, signed the “Red X Society,” had been found near Plymouth
Rock demanding Vanzetti’s release “or take the consequences.” But for
most people the trial was just a routine affair coming at the end of the
spring criminal session. The newspapers and public were much more
interested in the trial of Jennie Zimmerman in Springfield, accused of
murdering her cousin and lover, Dr. Henry Zimmerman.
Although Chief Stewart had received a setback with Orciani’s release,
he still stuck to his theory that the deported Coacci and the missing Boda
had been mixed up in both crimes. Boda, he was convinced, was the man
who had appeared at Hassam’s garage in Needham looking for license
plates. But Boda had successfully vanished. Actually, during all the time
the police were looking for him, he was living quietly with friends in
East Boston. In August he moved on to Portsmouth, New Hampshire,
where he stayed for two months, then went to Providence where—under
his old name of Buda—he received a passport from the Italian vice-
consul and returned to Italy. Several attempts were made later to induce
him to come back to Massachusetts and testify for Sacco and Vanzetti,
but each time he refused, maintaining that his life would be in danger.
When Stewart went to North Plymouth and searched Vanzetti’s room
at 35 Cherry Street, he discovered nothing except odds and ends of
clothing. He took away a black coat, a shirt, a sweater, and a brown cloth
cap. An earlier search of Sacco’s bungalow in Stoughton had produced a
gray cap and a rifle, along with a few books and a few anarchist
pamphlets that Rosina had neglected to burn. In Joseph Ventola’s garage
in Hyde Park the police turned up a box that had belonged to Coacci. It
contained forty dollars’ worth of shoe material stolen from Slater &
Morrill. Of the missing South Braintree payroll there was no trace
anywhere.