CASTELLI and VETERE, whites, EXMEXXKSMMXXX hanced Conn. 10-5-1917
BY CHARLES BOSWELL
L. was Easter Sunday, in New Haven,
Connecticut. Mrs. Clara Munson went
to church. The sermon lasted longer
than she expected, which delayed her
somewhat in starting back for the
charming old brownstone rooming
house she operated at 210 Crown
Street.
After the service, Mrs. Munson be-
came part of a talkative, lingering
crowd, and someone asked her home
for Easter dinner. She accepted.
Therefore, by the time she crossed the
New Haven Green, which fronts on
Yale University, and actually returned
to Crown Street, it was 4 in the after-
noon. Her sense of duty regarding
her business, temporarily neglected,
troubled her heavily.
There was, for instance, the matter
of the couple who’d moved into her
big second-floor-front room that very
morning. Were they comfortable? On
renting them the room, the landlady
did not have time to supply fresh
linen, for when they appeared at her
door she already had her hat and
a
gloves on to leave for church. More-
over, the young man and woman ex-
pressed their desire for accommoda-
tions slowly and with difficulty, and it
was not until after Mrs. Munson left
that she recalled her lapse.
And so it was that immediately on
reaching home, the landlady ascended
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to her second floor, towels and bed
linen in hand. On the point of knock-
ing on the door, she refrained, sud-
denly realizing the futility of such
action. “Poor dears,” she murmured,
“they wouldn't hear me anyway.”
With propriety born of an unusual
situation, she twisted the knob and
entered.
Nowhere in the room was the young
man, whom Mrs. Munson believed to
be the husband. However, the pre-
sumed wife—a slender, girlish figure—
‘lay across the bed, clad only in reveal
ing underclothing. The landlady ap-
proached and peered down at the
young woman's darkly beautiful face.
Her eyes flickered open. Yet she gave
Mrs. Munson no sign of greeting, and
instead there appeared on her counte-
nance a terror-filled look, which con-
tained, too, an element of intense sul-
fering. Simultaneously, the landlady
saw blood staining the counterpane.
Mrs. Munson rushed downstairs
and phoned a doctor, who arrived five
minutes later. He examined the girl,
and noting her apparently conscious,
yet catatonic, condition, asked:
“What's the matter, young woman?”
“She can’t answer,” explained the
landlady. “She’s deaf and dumb—
both she and her husband. That is, I
suppose he’s her husband. I was so
rushed I didn’t learn their names.”
The doctor looked grave. “In my
opinion,” he declared, “she’s suffered a
cerebral hemorrhage. I must get her
to a hospital at once.”
Four hours later, the case of the
deaf-mute girl became a matter for
both a surgeon and the police, follow-
ing the development of X-ray pictures
of her head. These confirmed the diag-
nosis of cerebral hemorrhage, but also
showed the skull fractures which were
its cause. The job of the police was
to determine how the fractures had
been incurred—whether by accidental
or criminal means.
To Captain Henry J. Donnelly,
chief of the New Haven detective
bureau, and the captain’s first assist-
ant, Detective Sergeant Harry W.
Tuttle, Mrs. Munson repeated what
she’d told the doctor concerning the
couple. Then she added: “They talked
with one another on their fingers.
When they wanted to tell me some-
thing, the man wrote on a pad he car-
ried in his pocket. In this way he in-
formed me that they arrived in New
‘Haven by train from Providence and
were on their way to Scranton. They
planned to be here only a few days.
They inspected one other room before
they decided on the front one. Ac-
tually, the man did the deciding, and
he rejected the first room because the
“Oh, yes,” the porter said to the officer.
“I saw a deaf-mute man and woman
on this station on Easter morning.”
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closet wasn’t big enough. At the time,
I thought this peculiar; they only had
two suitcases—not many clothes to put
away. ;
It was now 8 in the evening, but as
yet the deaf-mute girl’s companion
had not returned, and this fact
gave the officers cause for wonder-
ment.
“You say you presumed they were
married, Mrs. Munson,” reminded
Donnelly. “Why did you think so?”
“Well, Captain .. .” The landlady
paused for thought. “The young
woman looked at the man trustingly
and adoringly—like a bride does her
groom. And then she wore two dia-
mond rings and a diamond-studded
wedding ring.”
The detectives ascended to the
couple’s room and looked around.
They noted the bloodstains on the
bed, but could locate no other similar
stains except a few splotches on the
floor, two or three feet from the door
of a sizeable closet. Yet if the girl had
accidentally stumbled and fallen in
this vicinity there was no protruding
object on which she might have hit
her head.
The closet itself interested Don-
nelly and Tuttle keenly. The curious
factor about it was its emptiness. But
in the thin film of dust on its floor
the detectives found several sets of
identical footprints. They were sharp-
- toed, made by a man’s shoes, with the
toes pointing out into the room. The
prints were so distinct, the officers felt,
they could not have been made by
empty shoes. They concluded that not
long since, some man had stood in the
closet.
With the injured girl unable to
reveal even her name, Donnelly and
Tuttle tried to find some clue which
might lead to who she was. Remaining
in the room were her suitcase, coat,
dress, and a pair of high-heel pumps.
The suitcase contained two other
dresses, a nightgown, lingerie, and
toilet accessories. None of these ar-
ticles bore the label of a retailer; in-
deed, all the clothing, which was of
excellent material and workmanship,:
appeared handmade, and never had
any of it received the mark of a laun-
dry. Similarly, the pocketbook and
shoes offered no help.
The second suitcase, however, was
not in the room, and its absence added
to the growing conviction that the
girl had met with foul play. Certainly,
if a mere accident could account for
her skull fractures, the man who’ ac-
companied her to Crown Street would
not have run off as he seemed to have
done. Questioned, Mrs. Munson said
he was dark, stockily built, of medium
height, and had black eyes, black
curly hair, and a round face. She
placed his age at 25. He had worn a
blue serge suit, a gray topcoat, and a
black and white checked cap.
“What about his shoes?” the captain
asked his observant informant. “Were
they sharp-toed?”
“No,” replied Mrs. Munson posi-
tively. “He had on black, square-toed
shoes, highly polished.”
On taking leave of the couple, the
landlady declared she handed the man
a key which controlled the tumble
locks on both the street and room
doors. Thinking back, she recalled
that she had found both the street
door and the room door. unlocked
when she returned to the house. The
detectives questioned her: about her
other tenants. ““They’re all out of town
for Easter vacation,” she declared.
Donnelly and Tuttle set out for the
New Haven Hospital. En route, how-
In the soundless world in which she
lived, slender and youthful Annie
Castelli put her trust in a traitor.
ever, they stopped by the home of
Julius L. Rieger, a cigar manufac-
turer, who freely gave his time to the
police as interpreter when it became
necessary to interrogate a deaf-mute.
A stricken friend had taught him the
language.
Accompanied by Rieger, the officers
reached the hospital shortly before the
critically injured girl was to go on the
operating table. Ranging themselves
beside the girl’s bed, Captain Don-
nelly posed a question: “What's your
name?”
Rieger translated through a rapid
series of hand and finger movements.
The girl made a pitiful effort to an-
swer but her arms fell helplessly at
her sides. “It’s the pressure on her
brain,” explained the surgeon, “pa-
ralysis.”
Donnelly tried another inquiry,
easier to answer. “Did someone hit
you over the head?”
Again Rieger translated. The girl,
obviously exerting herself to the full-
est, slowly nodded.
“Her rings!’ exclatmed Sergeant
Tuttle suddenly. He noticed that the
jewelry of which Mrs. Munson had
spoken was absent from the girl’s
fingers. “Mr. Rieger, ask her if her
assailant robbed her of her diamonds.”
The cigar man’s fingers flew. Pain-
fully, the girl nodded a second time.
Then her body jerked convulsively
and her eyes‘snapped shut. “She’s lost
consciousness,” pronounced the sur-
geon.
The pitiful little deaf-mute went
under the knife at 10:15 that Sunday
night, April 28, 1916. But her condi-
tion was hopeless. She died at 3:40
Monday morning, still unidentified.
Donnelly and Tuttle had a murder
on their hands.
Julius Rieger suggested that the
girl might be known to one of the
more than fifty schools for deaf-mutes
in the country, and he named several
of the largest. Telegrams describing
the girl and her supposed husband
were despatched to all these, and to
the police in Providence, R. 1. and
Scranton, Pa., in view of the fact that
the couple had made mention of the
two cities to Mrs. Munson.
Again, beginning at 8 Monday
morning, detectives scoured New
Haven for information regarding pos-
sible local activity on the part of the
couple prior to the attack on the girl,
or any trace of the man following it.
The officers kept in mind that it was
approximately 10:45 a. m. when the
pair appeared at Mrs. Munson’s door,
and that, on the other hand, no Sun-
day train had arrived front Providence
since 8 a. m. If then the two had come
from the Rhode Island city by rail,
where had they spent the intervening
two hours and forty-five minutes?
The Crown Street rooming house
was only a half-dozen blocks from the
railroad station. The area between
consisted largely of premises of a busi-
ness character. Few people had been
abroad in the neighborhood on Easter
morning. The detectives, therefore.
found informants scarce—and most of
their work fruitless. Fruitless, too,
proved the wires sent to other cities.
The deaf-mute couple was not known.
On Wednesday, however, Sergeant
Tuttle hit on a promising lead when
he talked with a porter at the railroad
station. “Oh, yes,” said this man. “I
remember a deaf and dumb couple
Easter morning. They came up the
ramp from the tracks a little after 10
o'clock, and the man asked me—he
wrote the question out on a pad—
where he could find a rooming house.”
The sergeant showed the porter a
photograph of the murdered _ girl,
taken after death, and he identified it.
“A little after 10,” Tuttle repeated.
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“Joe,” he said to Keith, “do you mind
taking this junk down and dumping it in
the garbage can?”
Keith winked and picked up the basket.
‘Toomey paid no attention to this gesture.
He still glared angrily at McHolland. But
McHolland’s gaze was riveted to the basket.
He was about to speak,
But any plan Byron may have had was
interrupted as the outer door opened and
Mrs. Curtiss walked in. Decker introduced
her to Byron who said, “You know Toomey.
don’t you, Mrs. Curtiss?”
Mis. Curtiss faced the prisoners. She said,
“Of course. He worked for me once. How
are you Mr. Toomey?”
She walked across the room with an out-
stretched hand and halted before, not
Daniel Voomey, but Cecil McHolland.
McHolland’s face wav" white.
Toomey blinked, “Hey, what is this?”
Byron said quietly, “That's it, McHolland.
We've got you cold,”
McHolland’s mouth worked but no
words caine. Mrs. Curtiss turned and looked
blankly at the officers. Byron said, “Mc-
Holland, you killed that girl. You took her
picture and clipped that lock of hair. Now,
it was Obvious that whoever took that hair
was psychopathically fond of Jeanette, that
he'd never Jet that black tress. the only
memento of her, out of his hands, even if
it hanged him. And it may hang you,
McHolland.”
There was a taut, nervous silence in the
room, Byron went On.
“I had no intention of throwing that lock
of hair away. I pretended to do it to see if
you or Toomey here would object to its
being destroyed. Toomey didn’t register at
all. You did, McHolland, You were eager to
aid the police the day after the murder. It
was you who indirectly accused that innocent
C. C. Camp boy. You did it to throw sus-
picion off yourself, just as you fixed your
alibi with Ben McCulley. But you got
a little too smart out at Mrs. Curtiss’
place.”
Everyone stared at the detective, save
Miller who carefully watched the toes of his
shoes. He looked like a man about to make
a decision.
“You got a job at the Curtiss ranch,”
continued) Byron, “under the name of
Smith, so it wouldn't be easy for us to find
you if something turned up in the way of
clues. You overheard Mrs. Curtiss call us,
telling us of the picture and the hair. You
thought quickly. You quit. You told her your
real name wasn't Smith but Toomey. You
knew that would set us,on Toomey’s trail,
throw us off yours. But. you're through now.
And so's Miller for lying to us.”
Miller ceased the contemplation of his
shoes. He said, “Cecil did it. He made a
play for her and she laughed at him. He
killed her. I didn't say so before because of
my record.”
McHolland shot him a_ single glance.
pregnant with hatred. He said in a high,
broken voice, “All right. I killed her. She
taunted me, She laughed at me.”
In a broken voice he told a more elaborate
but substantially the same story as had
Miller a moment ago.
He had made violent love to Jeanette that
night. She had repulsed him in no un
certain words. Then when she had been
taken back to her cabin, she had locked the
screen door and undressed while McHolland
stood, staring and pleading beyond the semi-
transparent door, Again she had laughed at
him.
He ripped the screen open with a pocket-
knife, entered the room and strangled her.
He had taken the picture and the tress of
hair as a memento of the gil he had
murdered.
On March 3lIst, in the courpt District
Judge George W. Bruce, Cecil McHolland
was brought jg«trial for murder. Found
guilty, McHolland was sentenced to lifetime
in the State Penitentiary at hard labor. Chief
Miller who had testified for the state at
McHolland’s trial was later tried himself as
an accessory before and during the fact of
murder. He drew the maximum penalty—
two years.
(The names Donald L. Toomey, Charles Wilson
and Tom Thornton are fictitious to protect the
identity of persons innocently involved in the tn-
vestigation.) €
CRIME OF THE
UNHOLY
BETRAYAL
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could) they have been coming. from?”
“The New York to Boston express. New
Haven’s the first stop. It’s the only train we
have Sundays between 8 and noon.”
Back at headquarters, the sergeant con-
ferred with his superior. Donnelly put in a
phone call to the Missing Persons Bureau
of the New York police, and soon had its
chief on the wire.
“A deaf and dumb girl?” replied the New
York officer. “Yes, we've gotten a flash on
such a case, although this particular bureau
isn’t handling it. The woman’s name _ is
Annie Castelli, the wife of Joseph Castelli.
Her mother reported her missing Monday
night—gone some thirty-six hours at the time
—but her husband figured she'd run off with
another man. Get hold of Detective Captain
‘William Jones, of the Third Branch. The
thing is in his lap.”
As it happened, Sergeant Tuttle knew
Captain Jones: the two had worked together
before on cases involving both New York and
New Haven. Donnelly sent Tuttle to New
York and by noon the sergeant was sitting
at Jones’ desk.
“So Mrs. Castelli was murdered!" exclaimed
the New York captain, when Tuttle had
imparted the nature of his mission. “That’s
sure a surprising turn. To tell the truth,
we didn't-do much about the report of her
being missing—nothing at all after I sent
an officer over to see her husband. But before
we go any further, let’s be certain the dead
girl is really Annie Castelli.”
Jones pulled open a filing cabinet and
produced a folder. He extracted a photo-
graph, explaining it had been given to him
by Annie’s mother. The picture showed a
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handsome young couple in wedding costume.
“That’s her, all right,” Tuttle nodded.
“And the man? Her husband undoubtedly.”
Jones studied a typewritten report in the
file. “Yes,” he said, “that’s Joseph Castelli.
According to this, they've been having do-
mestic trouble practically since they were
married Jast April. In November, Annie
charged Joe with nonsupport and assault.
Joe wouldn't work, she claimed, and tried to
live on her savings. Angered by her action
Joe gave her a black eye. A Domestic Rela-
tions Court judge sent Joe to Blackwell's
Island for three months and he was released
this past January. He was lucky. He’d prob-
ably have gotten a longer term if the judge
hadn't taken pity on him for being afflicted
like his wife—deaf and dumb.”
Tuttle blinked. “Joe Castelli a deaf-mute
tvo?” he asked, and when Jones nodded as-
sertively, he scrutinized the man in the wed-
ding picture with more interest.
The groom appeared to be as young as
the bride, but towered over her. Again, his
hair was straight and his face on the longish
side. The sergeant repeated.to the captain
Mrs. Munson’s description of the man who
came to the rooming house with Annie, “Deaf
and dumb,” he declared. “The landlady could
be wrong about anything else, but not that.
Perhaps she was wrong about his medium
height, the roundness of his face, and -his
curly hair. I think we better bring this Joe
Castelli in for questioning. Is there any in-
formation about how he spent his time Sun-
day?" .
Jones continued reading the file. and when
he had finished. he was in thorough agree-
ment with the New Haven officer. The Cas-
tellis, it appeared, lived on the third floor
of an apartment house at 213 East 103 Street.
On Sunday, Joe claimed to have attended
a sunrise Easter service. He returned home
at 8 o'clock, he contended, and found his
wife missing. Later in the day, he lunched
in a restaurant alone, and in the afternoon,
again alone, dropped in at a saloon for a
few glasses of wine.
“Hardly a good alibi,” Jones commented.
“Too many public places. ‘There’s time
enough there for him to have taken his wife
to New Haven, killed her, and returned.”
The captain picked a postcard from the
folder. “But wait a minute. Here's some-
thing. Joe claims he received this in the first
mail delivery Monday morning.”
Tuttle looked the card over. Written in
a cramped backhand was the pencilled name
and address of Joe Castelli, and a message.
“Dear husband,” this read. “I’m gone and
there’s no use in looking for me. I’m with
the one I truly love. Sorry it had to be this
way, but as long as you and I lived together
neither of us was happy. Annie.” The card
had been mailed in New Haven and _ post-
marked there at § p.m. Easter Sunday.
“Has this been checked against known
specimens of her handwriting?” Tuttle asked.
Jones shook his head. “Up to now it wasn't
necessary. I see what you're thinking, Cas-
telli could have written and mailed it him-
self. Why don’t you give your chief a ring
and ask him to have Mrs. Munson come to
New York.”
Tuttle made the call, and Captain Don-
nelly, in New Haven. agreed with the sug-
gestion put forth. Afterward, Jones assigned
two of his men—Detectives Conroy and En-
right—to assist the visiting officer locally.
The first move of the three detectives was
the obvious one—a visit to the 103 Strect
apartment of the Castellis. Joc was home.
and received the doleful news of his wife's
murder, slowly communicated to him by
means of pad and pencil, with what ap-
peared to be a considerable amount of shock
and grief. He flung his long body into a
chair and cradled his bowed ‘head in his
hands. Tuttle took the occasion to observe
the man closely. Joe wore a white shirt,
gray flannel trousers, and a pair of brown
shoes. These had sharply pointed toes. Con-
tinuing the interrogation the officers secured
from the dead woman’s husband a statement
that he had no idea what man she'd run
off with, or who might have killed her.
Sergeant Tuttle was more impressed with
the conformation of Joe’s pencilled replies
than he was with their import. He took a
sample, stepped into an adjoining room, and
compared the writing with that on the post-
card, supposedly mailed by Annie in New
Haven. Although no handwriting expert.
Tuttle nevertheless saw marked and _ star-
tling resemblances between the two.
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with same testimony given in open court. I
think the record shows that the court. was
fully advised preceding and during the trial
of the nature and character of this evidence,
and was ina position to determine that sub- | coroner for New
stantial injustice would be done to Vetere on
a joint trial.
The majority opinion concedes that:
“Ordinarily the fact that one of the accused
has made a confession incriminating the other
would be a good ground for granting a separate
trial.
2. Vetere and Castelli were taken in cus-
tody in New York, and while in custody, but
not under arrest, Coroner Mix of New Haven
on April 26th took their statements in New
York, first stating to them that he was the
IJaven county, Conn., and
engaged in inquiring as to the death of Annie
Castelli; that he could not compel them to,
and they were not obliged to, say anything
about it, unless they wished to, and he in-
quired if they were willing to tell what they
knew about it. Subsequently by extradition
But it excludes Vetere from the benefit of | Proceedings the accused were brought to New
this rule because:
“Each of the accused had made a full writ-
ten confession of facts which, if legally corrobo-
rated, was sufficient to convict either one of
first . It follows
that no material fact incriminating either one
them of murder in the first degree
Haven, and Castelli was taken on May 34 to
the office of the coroner, who wrote on a
piece of paper for Castelli:
“I am going to take you the ~-way you took
when you came to New Haven and to Crown
”
of the accused came to the knowledge of the street. Will you show me?
jury because they were tried together, which
would not also have come to the knowledge of
a jury if each had been separately tried and his
own confession admitted against him.’
If this means that because each confession
covered the same facts it was immaterial if
both were received in evidence, since the jury
had before it the admissible confession,
which, if corroborated, was sufficient to con-
vict, it would seem to assume that the jury
found the admissible confession proven and
corroborated without reference to the inad-
missible confession. Unfortunately we can-
not know what the jury found proven, and
we cannot tell what part the inadmissible
confessions played in helping them reach
their conclusion. The evidence of this char-
acter excepted to not only’ covered written
confessions, but written statements of facts
and acts and a pantomime of the entire trag-
edy. It cannot be found that all of this in-
admissible evidence was contained in Vetere’s
confession, nor can it be found that his con-
fession was not illustraied, explained, and
And Castelli nodded his assent, and short-
ly thereafter the coroner, with others, ac-
companied Castelli over the said route and
questioned Castelli in detail as to what he
and Vetere did, where they went, etc.; in
short, he caused Castelli to enact the pan-
tomime of the tragedy and what took Place
while they were in New Haven. All of this
evidence was duly objected to, and exceptions
noted. The court found that Castelli did all
of this voluntarily.
This is an instance where a quasi judicial
officer of the state procures an accused to
incriminate himself without warning him
that his acts and words would be used
against him. It cannot in fairness be held
that the caution given by Coroner Mix in the
police station in New York about his giving
his statement must have been in the mind of
this deaf and dumb man when seven days
after the coroner in New Haven told him:
“Tam going to take you_the way you took
when you came to New Haven and Crown
corroborated by this inadmissible evidence, | street.”
some of it intensive in kind and dramatic in
quality.
He was then entitled to a warning that
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ar eat iereto by partiality, esta & company, whereby it a sr ra Davis to the
Gok, prejndice dae eanterg rege bg eed, ee eis reas ie property of Da-
pie é trial court err ompany should reme qiaslo
We cannot say that the ; nel Soe in payments had been
3 : *s conclusion that the vis until certain pay ither the de
ty vating shat Cel? re was fendant; and that neithe
: . the exercise of due ca by the defen area P ade the pay-
ee picks under the accepted rules of | p.,aant nor the recely er fas oe now in. pos-
pee : t shoula disturb. ments, although the rece
w,
; : he did not need to enact the tragedy of his
The logic of this argument is soméwhat dis- crime in order to furnish the state evidence
turbed aS we read the questions asked Cas- of his guilt.
wee oer : F F A statement made to a coroner by an ne-
holaed tit nat ae Jou te renk weet eused under arrest without a warning from
that you were going to do it? No. Yes. Did| him that he need not make it cannot be held
art Sai te me — ae take her to} to be legally voluntary. So acts, conduct,
‘oat Did Franke * ome iad f tna ‘ts ph er and statements explanatory thereof, made at
to New Haven and you were to kill her there? | the solicitation, persuasion, or command of
‘Yey,"? a coroner, cannot be held to be legally yol-
And throughout the route which the cor-}| untary if made without such warning.
oner took Castelli over in enacting the pan- The only evidence before the trial court
tomime of the killing and what preceded and as to the voluntary character of this evidence
followed it the @oroner constantly asked | wag the statement that no promises or in-
about Vetere, where he was, what he did, | ducements were held out to Castelli to do
and his part in the tragedy. These references | or say what he then did. This evidence, I
are simply illustrative of this entire record, think, procured by the coroner without warn-
IIow can it be said that its introduction was ing, was insufficient and inadmissible because
not prejudicial to Vetere? Castelli did not | in derogation of our rule as to involuntary
move for a separate trial; he must be held | confessions. It was a violation of the rights
to have waived any prejudice to hig rights | guaranteed to Castelli by article 1 of our Con-
from the joint trial, stitution, ’
There is no error.
Rs JNGINEDRING &
ERSON v. PIERSON ENG
chen CONSTRUCTION CO.
Suprem our vi s of Conne ticut. uly
t of Error Cc Cc
1. Recretvers 6174(4)—PeRMIssIon To SUE—
DISCRETION OF COURT. eens sae
Whether a court will permit 1 et
be sued is largely a matter of discre . aa
[Ed Note.—For other cases, seo Receivers,
Cent. Dig. § 336.] we
2. Receivers €174(4) — Aeetioast
“Sue In ANOTHER CouRT—DISCRETION.
: : itle or right *
Where the action related to the noes Deen | to se
of possession of property which had
i stody he state court, it att rortgage.
hai Fetotio Re sc tin receiver to be sued | instead of a chattel mortgas
properly r u
7 Tay . » e-
session of the property. W ere oe yo
titioner prays for leave “f ee
letermine his rights under the ae eaghe
: There ig no allegation or finding nt
wat > owner of the property at the time
a ie executed, or that
were installments
vis was
wath the agreement was
the payments to. be made Ngee
of an agreed purchase price. Boos a SH
trary, the agreement refers to :, hr Oe hae
work now in progress in the ate Sat
lington,” and recites that a =. oS
the equipment is located th le gee
this record shows, the Lean ee aaa
Davis and the Pierson pn gree a
Sons Ee cent present advanc-
eae & 1 bill of sale
Vet i conditiona
es by giving him a It also ap-
i roperty de-
: : j ng that the property
in the United States District Court, the rule pears from the finding
ired jurisdic-
“that where a court has once acqu j
j or i ains
tion over a particular subject-matter it retai
ye 1e of
scribed in the agreement was, at the time
€==For other cases see same topic and KEY
NUMBER in all Key-Numbered Digests and Indexes
ve oe, Ome
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'
last words, as the black
“Ma! Ma!”
The prisoner moaned wi
he entered the execution
supported on either side
4. ‘
“Daniel Cerone was Sanged at the
Connecticut State Prison at Wethers-
feld a few minutes after midnight
this morning, for the murder, in
Hamden, of his stepdaughter. Hig
hood was
being. Atted. over his head, and the
noose tightened about his neck, were
th fear as
chamber
by prison.
guards, Rev. Father Barry, Cathotte |
‘chaplain of the institution
‘ite the litany for the dying. The. re-|
SPonses of the. condemned
in @ shaking volte. As Se
the trap, beneath the fata
hori, while another bound.
“Wait a minute!” gaia th
over statement he had in
caught around his neck by
Kuard stepped forward with the black.
“I want to say something.“ What.
was read-
man came
stood over
1 noose, a
his hands,
@ prisoner.
mind was
Cut short, however, by the hoo, |
the nooge,
, #6 entered the chamber at 12:08:42:
the trap was sprung at 12:08:36, a
he was Pronounced dead at 12:19:85.
Thursday, his last day of life, was his
birthday. He wag 34 years old.
‘{fot--untit--e-—shert “time before the
hanging. He ate his usual meals dur.
ing the day and in the morning while
washing called out to other prisoners:
‘ “Well boys, this js my last bath!”
reetly. as
He dia not see the noose when he
reached the executio nchamber. Pro-
testing to the last, he attempted to
break from the Suards srying,
me 50, I want to say mething.” a
moment more and the black hood. was
slipped over his head, almost muffling
his cries of “Mamma, Mamma,” {n
Jong drawn walls. He was silenced by
the springing of the trap.
Dr. BE G. Fox, medical examiner of
Wethersfield Geclared him dead after
1 Oand one-half minutes,
had entrusted a@ letter to Warden C.
. Reilly of New Haven county, and
court of New Haven county and seven
newspapermen.
with Rev. Michael 3. Barry, Catholic].
{chaplain of the Prison, who sought
usin
i A few Gays a Cerone gave the .
fj Warden a letter mail. addresscd to]:
Governor Holcomb, asking the exec-|/
utive’s interference to “save him from |: -
,{ death.” Thig letter, according to
Major John Buckley, executive sec- |
retary to the governor, was received,
LY
Governor Holcomb cannot act, under
of
ing fils trial. his wife testified against
him. and Cerone, peas a smal!
oc
for her, and at empted to stab her.
He was Drevented, however, by court
officials.
Cerone paid the extreme penalty forms
an interesting chapter in New Haven
Dolice annals. Daniel, allas Tony,
allas Antonio Cerone shot and killed
his reat nunnter, Rafhele Comaoda,|,
14 years o
Dudley street, Highwood. He broke
Lato wah Rit aa pias hi in 4
ace wit s an red one sho
foint blank into the top of her head.
@
searching him, had gone through fhe
window. He sald later that he had
however, were of the opinion § that
Cerone’s atteettone to his stepdaugn-
relatives in this country, atcording
c
His father lives in Italy. Friends
from New Haven and ‘vicinity visited
him during his imprisonment, but his
ie
Struggles With Guards,
Cerone had been remarkably cheer-
The prisoner was heard moaning
he was led to the xallows.
FP. B. Battey. prison Physician and
€ was said afterward that Cerone
McClaughry, which he asked to
fred N, Taylor clerk of the superior
Cerene’s Last Day. .
Most of Cerone’s last day. was spent
t
{
neither despair nor marked cheer-
eas,
et, made a rush
Stery ef Maréer.
The story of the murder for which
d, at his heme, No. 1 (
died inetantly,
Cerone was ‘handcuffed = after aT
Cerone leaves, besides his wife. no
a
Bandit
7)
a
J
Dna re
By with TERHUNE.
Just 35 years aco this week
man was arrested as he took
Sunday stroll near Charles and
efferson Sts. That incident
marked the be-
ginning of the
end for one of
America’s le g-
endary criminals,
It was the last
serald
See + eat
Che Bw &
tod a aise
ie ae:
at the enc of a rope 15 months
after his apprehension, the four
cops who nailed Chapman have
since passed away, too. The last
of the surviving officers, Sam
Goodpaster, died in 1958.
Like most men’s, Chapman’s
start in life was inauspicious. He
was born in New York and soon
orphaned. His real name was
George Charters He was a
\
SONYA Cease an eet eects we reeenmennenan
oy
Chapman was a high liver. The}
following July he was captured
while residing in style in a
swank New York apartment. It
was this facet of his personality
that earned him the “Count of
Gramercy Park” nickname.
His next stop was the federal
penitentiary at Atlanta—a 25-year
hitch. But he didn’t stay. Less
1 Gaptured Her
E
ere 3 35
confederate were cracking a safe
when a policeman named James
Skellcy surprised them. Skelley
was slain.
Chapman escaped to safety, but
his pal was caught. He named
Chapman as the killer of Skelley.
‘Chapman moved along the
crime trail. He shot an-
cther_policeman in Mt, Ver-
Yeas Ago
ae anlage ena ama
rushing from the car = this
time,
They were Goodpaster and Har-;
ry Brown. Together with Puckett!
they subdued Chapman, who was’
able to get off one shot that, went’
wild,
They dragged the snarling
Count of Gramercy Park: to po- /*@
ice headquarters Ha wae ay
is
=
Qs.
«
r
t
*
Ferree qrene
% day the man
variously known
as the ‘Count of
Gramercy
3 Park’ “The
; Professor” and
“The Million Dol-
lar Bandit” ever
alked in freedom. rs
That day—Jen. 18, 1995—was
the date of the capture of Ger-
ald Chapman. The most notori-
ous “American criminal of his
day. by fous Muncie police of-
ficers.
Terhune
.
Alcng with Ehapman, who died
| thicf at 16 and quickly found his
way into some of New York’s
better jails.
After doing bits at Avburn
and Sing Sing, Chapman
joined forces with George
(Dutch) Anderson another
enterprising rascal.
Their crowning caper was the
robbery of a registered mail truck
in New York on Oct. 24, 1921. The
take was $1,450,000 and the
crime became a national sensa-
tion. Chapman and Anderson got
away cleanly — for. the time be-
ing.
than a year after arriving at At-
Janta, Chapman and another con
crashed out. They got as far as
Athens, Ga., before Chapman was
shot three times. And _ recap-
tured. :
Despite his eel-like qualities,
Chapman was not guarded as
carefully in an Athens hospital
as he might have been. Three
weeks later, while still recuperat-
ing from his wounds, he lammed
again,
Then began a new chapter i in
Chapman’s criminal history. In
New Britain, Conn., he and a
SWAN
non, N.Y. That officer lived.
In Niagara Falls, he slugged
a jeweler. The same day he
took $70,000 in an express
truck heist.
Finally, postal inspectors got
the word that Chapman was using
a farmhouse near Muncie as his
headquarters, operating from that
base. Muncie police were alerted,
along with an admonition: “Take
no chances. Get him right and
get him fast — or he’ll get you.”
A short time later police here
got a tip that Chapman was stay-
ing with a girl friend at the
Braun, a now-razed hotel that
stood at Mulberry and Washing-
ton Sts. The tip was confirmed.
And so it was that on the fate-
ful Sunday morning of 1925 that
a plain-clothed cop named Mer-
vyn Collins surreptitiously watched
the hotel entrance. When the
dapper, mustachioed Chapman
walked out, Collins fell in behind
him—at a respectable distance.
An unmarked police car coniain-
ing three cops in civilian cloth-
ing also joined the strange pa-
rade.
Chapman walked south on Mul-
‘berry to Jackson St., east to Jef-
ferson (incidentally passing po-
lice headquarters) and then south
on Jefferson before turning cast
again on Charles St.
At the point where the YWCA
now stands, the law decided to
move in. The car pulled to the
curd and Capt. Fred Puckett,
later a Delaware County sheriff,
stepped out casually and ap-
proached Chapman. %
Puckett feigned an interest in
house numbers. Posing as a puz-
zled stranger, the officer asked
Chapman 1 he knew where a
certain ficticious man lived.
Chapman, always wary,
was not entirely fooled. He
moved his hand toward a re-
volver under his coat, but he
hesitated too long. Puckett
finally was close enough to
seize him. Chapman _ broke
loose but the other men were
in Indianapolis for safekeeping
and eventually returned to New
Britain, Conn., to face a mur-
der charge in connection wi
Skelley’s death.
- At four minutes after midnight
on April 6, 1926, Chapman died
by hanging at a Connecticut,
prison.
But the saga didn’t end there.
man’s trial was Ben Hance, the
Muncie farmer with whom Chap-
man and Dutch Anderson had
stayed on numerous occasions.
After. Hance testified . for the
state, he predicted his own
death: “They’ 2 get me now, for
sure.”
still on the loose, killed Ben!
Hance and Hance’s wife Mary’
gangland-fashion as they drove:
along the Middletown Pike south:
of Muncie. Asked who shot him,,
to trial testimony, “Dutch Ander.
son and...”
sentence.
The other killer, the State of
Indiana alleged, was Charles
(One-Arm) Wolfe, a one-time
Hartford City police officer and a
confederate of Chapman and An-
derson. Wolf and Anderson were
indicted in the Hance murders,
but only Wolf came to trial.
Anderson escaped after the
shootings and was later shot to
death by police at Muskegon,
Mich. Wolf was convicted and
sentenced to life imprisonment.’
moved to the Marion County “ple
One of the witnesses at Chap-.
A few sara later, Anderson, |
the dying Hance said, according. @
He died before completing the,
fy
i
Ge
cf
~~
cf
In 1943 he was paroled with the}
provision he never return to Mun-
cie — apparently because he had:
frequently threatened reprisals!
against the Muncie Evening Press
while in prison.
Last June Wolfe died, along
with another man, in an explo-
geet 19 THs on
sion and fire at a house at Dun-
dee, Fla., where he went to live
after his parole. There was neve
er any suggestion the explosion’
was anything ot oer than accident;
eee
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taken his first dose of salts, patients all
over the building are likely to know his
complete history.
Most of my information came to me
via the grape-vine route, and most of the
things 1 witnessed were seen through
thick walls. Gerald Chapman had been
in the hospital only one Hight. but before
the doctors had finished dressing my lep,
I knew that the Million-Dollar Bandit
was already planning another escape.
Rumor? Yes, I thought that, too, as I
lay listening to Chapman's screams and
heard the nurses whispering, “FJe’s gota
chance, he’s still got a chance!” It did not
occur to me then that the wounded bandit
might not be so badly wounded as he
pretended, or that the nurses might have
been carefully bribed to inform the casual
inquirer that Gerald Chapman “still had a
chance”!
f Bohs rumors about the bandit kept tum-
bling into my room, one rumor enter-
ing close upon the heels of other rumors.
Down-town in the poolrooms, men were
betting that Chapman would be free
again inside a week, I was a police offi-
cer, even if T was a cripple, so I decided
to keep my eyes and ears open—where
there was so much speculation, there
might be just a little fact.
SUM, it) did seem absurd to Suppose
that Chapman—desperately wounded,
fighting for life, heavily guarded—would
attempt another getaway,
Yes, I decided to keep my eyes and
ears open, And I will confess that after
what I saw and heard, I wasn’t the least
bit) surprised) when all those vague
rumors suddenly crystallized into cold
truth the night of April 4th, when that
flimsy rope of torn blankets was found
dangling to the ground beneath the win-
dow of Gerald Chapman’s room.
Since I did not actually witness Chap-
man's flight, however, my testimony at
the subsequent investigation was a mere
waste of breath. As soon as Atlanta was
notified of the bandit's escape, secret. ser-
vice agents flocked like vultures to the
hospital. Most of these investigators ac-
cepted my story at its face value—which
was very little. Others, suspicious of
everybody and everything, hinted that I
knew more than I cared to tell.
No doubt these last overlooked the fact
that T was strapped to my bed with my
leg in a plaster cast, while Gerald Chap-
man, supposedly at the point of death,
had not been within speaking distance of
ine since the day he was captured,
I remember one hard-boiled detective,
wodate urrival from Washington, who
burst into my room the second morning,
pointed his finger at my nose, and
shouted at me in a voice so loud it dis-
turbed patients all over the ward,
“How much money did you get out of
Chapman, Mr. McKinnon?” he bellowed.
“How many of Gerald Chapman's fifty-
dollar bills have you got under your pal
low?"
If his countenance and bearing had not
been so downright comical, T might have
lost my temper and thrown the alarm
clock at him. As it was, | rather took
the wind out of his sails—I admitted that
Gerald Chapman had borrowed my last
sharp razor blade and had skipped out
Without paying it back, as he had
promised through his nurse!
But, when I thought over the detective’s
accusation later, I could not blame the
man for the attitude he adopted toward
me. T soon awakened to the fact that I
might be the only person within several
blocks who didn’t get a cut out of the
Million Dollar Bandit's quarter-million
escape fund!
O get back to Chapman's escape, Twill
first have to. give you the “lay of
the land,” so to speak,
As I said before, the bandit: was in
Room 23, and T was strapped to the bed
in Room 25, Between us, in No, 24, was
an old gentleman, an invalid, who had
been in the hospital for months,
The door to my room remained open
the entire period I was in the hospital.
The weather was uncomfortably warm,
and by having the door open, To could
enjoy a continuous draft of breeze. Then,
too, 1 have many friends, and I liked to
Srect visitors the moment they appeared
in the corridor outside my door,
Through the open door, my bed com-
manded an unobstructed view of both
stairs and elevators, I could also see
the ward chart-desk in the corridor, and
the nurses were in plain view, both night
and day,
On the same floor was another Federal
prisoner, Joe Morrillo, who had been the
Government's chief witness in the famous
dope investigation at the Atlanta pen,
Morrillo had been brought to Athens for
isolation, following his exposing testi-
mony, and from his cell in the Clarke
County jail, had been transferred to St.
Mary's for an operation, He was not a
bed patient, and with his guard, Harry
Bishop, he often came to my room for a
chat or a game of cards,
Chapman’s attendant was” I*ederal
Guard W. S., McCarty, of Atlanta
defraud.
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all magazines from which such stories have been copied of such plagiarism, and are
offering to cooperate with the publishers thereof to punish the guilty persons.
Notice is hereby given to all who have submitted stories that the same must be
Phe seven ad
Chapman oh
wounds —w;
hospital off
the bandits
Up until the me
papers were
head-lines:
GERALD CH
Vhe day Ty
Chapman was
his lungs. Ye
dope when the
the dressing o:
Was reported t!
cept nourishm:
orange juice or
But after his
the night nur
quantities of fo.
And upon. furt!
contessed that
tered the room
hed, exercising
dows,
\lehousel Mi
tothe tavestipeas
thieht, she was
pretty, vivacior
povitiel she supypye
later on,
EDNESD.
1:80 oeloe)
man’s guard, M
in’ the hall out
stood tatkinge ow
and made no et!
I could not help
was said.
“Tiasten, mugs:
town for a
the nurse.
danger of Chap
while Pm away:
The nurse, \
duty, consulted
and assured the
Chapman's cond
turn over, much
MeCarty went
room, reappearin
ments later, wea:
him ring for the
When MeCarty
second floor, I w:
exactly 5:30,
As T said befo:
of rumors runnit
and | thought it
guard had left ¢
hours,
Upon his ret:
walked to the de
chart. Then w
man’s room, he
goings downstair
eat. Thirty minu:
Went into Room -
Went out as third
appeared when th
up oon the clevate:
Joe Morrillo an
WY me since Nos
and: smoking and
the three of us h:
corridor, the cles
hington, whe
cond morning,
yy nose, and
o loud it dis-
ward,
ou get out of
‘he bellowed.
aupman's fifty-
under your pil-
aring had not
TP oamight have
whothe alarin
| rather took
| achonitted: that
owed my list
ds skipped out
as he had
ef!
the detective’s
not blame, the
dopted toward
the fact that I
within several
cut out of the
quarter-million
‘s escape, I will
u the “lay of
bandit was in
r to the bed
vo, 24, was
1, who had
nonths,
remained open
in the hospital.
dortably warm,
open, I could
f{ breeze. Then,
. and T liked to
t they appeared
1y door.
r, my bed com-
1 view of both
could also see
he corridor, and
view, both night
a
another Federal
ho had been the
ss in the famous
he Atlanta pen.
ht to Athens for
exposing testi-
‘Lin the Clarke
cansferred to St.
He was not a
is guard, Harry
» my room for a
_ was Federal
f Atlanta.
1 are copies of
ceiving and ac-
ng the mails to
pte
The seven days he was in the hospital,
Chapman had no visitors. After his
wounds were attended the first night,
hospital officials gave out the report that
the bandit’s condition was “dangerous.”
Up until the night of his escape, the news-
papers were still coming out with the
head-lines :
GERALD CHAPMAN'S CONDITION
GRAVE
The day T was taken) to St. Mary’s,
Chapman was screaming at the top of
hi, Jungs. Yet, he stubbornly refused
dope when the doctors ame to change
the dressing on his) painful wounds, — It
was reported that he was too weak to ac-
cept nourishment, other than a little
orange juice or milk.
But after his escape, Cora Lee Ramey,
the nipht murse, admitted smupe ling
quantities of food to the prisoner-patient.
And upon further inquiry, Miss Ramey
confessed that several times she had en-
tered the room to find Chapman out of
hed, exercising before the open win-
dows,
Although Miss Ramey was summoned
in the investigation following Chapman's
Hight, she was never indicted. Keep the
pretty, vivacious little night nurse in
mind—she appears again in my story,
later on.
EDNESDAY, April 4th, at) about
1:30 o'clock in the afternoon, Chap-
man's guard, McCarty, stopped a nurse
in the hall outside my door, As they
stood talking within ten feet of my bed,
and made no effort to lower their voices,
I could not help hearing every word that
was said,
“Listen, nurse, I want to run down-
town for a few minutes,” McCarty told
the nurse. “Do you. think there’s any
danger of Chapman getting ont of bed
while I’m away?”
The nurse, who had just come on
duty, consulted the chart on the desk
and assured) the guard that a oman in
Chapman's condition was too weak to
turn over, much less leave his bed.
McCarty went back to the bandit’s
room, reappearing in the hall a few mo-
ments later, wearing his hat. I watched
him ring for the elevator and go down.
When McCarty finally returned to the
second floor, I was eating supper. It was
exactly 5:30,
As L said before, there were all kinds
of rumors running around the building,
and I thought it mighty queer that the
guard had left Chapman alone for four
hours.
Upon his return at 5:30, McCarty
walked to the desk and glanced over the
chart. Then, without entering Chap-
man's room, he remarked that he was
going downstairs to get something to
eat, Thirty minutes later he came back,
went into Room 23, changed clothes and
went out a third time. He had not re-
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nurses and the visitors as they came in.
When the physician stepped from the
elevator and saw Morrillo sitting on
my bed, he came over to join us,
“Well, Joe,” he said to Morrillo, “I got
a new set of knives to-day. They're
beauties—as sharp as razors. I’m going
to try them out on you to-morrow,”
The doctor stayed with us about fifteen
minutes, then walked to the desk,
glanced over the charts, and went down
the corridor toward Chapman’s room.
The last entry the night nurse, Miss
Ramey, had made of the bandit’s con-,
dition was noted:
Hour Temperature Pulse Respiration
9 100.3 98 22
Nourishment: % glass milk.
The door to Chapman’s room was
closed, as usual. We heard the doctor
turn the knob and enter. A few mo-
ments of silence. Then he came hurrying
back up the corridor and called loudly
to Miss Ramey, who was standing at
the chart-desk,
“Nurse, come here quick! T’ve_ got
something to show you!”
“Maybe Chappy’s dead,” Joe Morrillo
said to me.
“Or else——” began Bishop,
They left me and hurried down the
corridor behind the nurse.
Chapman was gone.
.A rope of torn blankets dangled from
the window to the ground, thirty feet
below.
But no human, even in good health and
prime physical condition, could hare nawi-
gated that slender cord to the pavement far
below. Upon examination, it was found
that the knots in the rope were mere loops
—the thin strips of blanket would not have
supported the weight of a cat!
A CALL was put through to the Peni-
tentiary, and in the meantime city,
county and State policemen overflowed the
hospital. The building was literally turned
on end, but Chapman was not found. The
prisoner-patient had vanished as com-
pletely as though he’d taken wings and
soared off over the trees beyond his
window |
It is possible that the bandit had been
gone hours before the house doctor dis-
covered the empty bed. With the excep-
tion of the guard and Nurse Ramey, so
far as could be learned, no one had been
in Chapman’s room since early afternoon.
Did Chapman get out of bed, dress him-
self and walk boldly down the corridors
and out the front door while McCarty
was down-town ?
Thirty minutes after the escape was
discovered, police located McCarty. The
guard was found dancing at the nurses’
home, a half-block from the hospital!
Gerald = Chapman's flight from St,
Mary's was soon put down as another
mystery added to the long list of myster-
ies that marked the high lights of the
Million Dollar Randit's spectacular
career. The best secret. service agents
in the country rushed to the hospital, but
nothing came of their efforts.
Moncey buys. silence, as well as the
tongues of men, and Chapman’s friends
recklessly spent a fortune to. retrieve
their imprisoned leader.
Even had the blanket rope been stout
enough to bear Chapman's weight, escape
down the front of the building would
have been an almost impossible feat,
detectives agreed. The outside of the
hospital is brightly lighted at night. At
9 o'clock in the evening, patients, physi-
cians and visitors are Passing in and out
the front doors, and the traftic on Mill-
edge Avenue is flowing in a steady
stream,
The window of the bandii’s room was
the target for almost every pair of eves
that passed, and witnesses were son
found who were positive that the torn
blankets were not dangling from the sill
before 9 P. M.
HE blanket rope was a blind, a feeble
blind intended to deceive the detectives.
Who was the confederate who shredded
the bedclothes and tossed the rope from
the window just before the house physi-
cian entered Chapman's room?
Residents of the four streets bounding
the hospital were questioned, and a dozen
people told of seeing a new Packard
limousine — cruising slowly through — the
Neighborhood the afternoon and early
evening of April 4th.
The car was driven by two dark, sport-
ily dressed strangers, who, on one of
their rounds, were accompaniod by a
comely young woman Wearing a check-
cred coat-suit and a large black hat.
Someone identified the woman Cora
lee Ramey, the night nurse at the hos-
pital.
When questioned, Miss Ramey denied
that she'd been riding or that she owned
the clothes described. Her wardrobe
was searched, and the identical outfit—
checkered coat-suit and large black hat
found, The nurse then confessed that she
had met the two men and talked to them
about Chapman. The pair hadgcome to
Athens from New York in response to a
letter the nurse had secretly written and
mailed for the prisoner-patient,
McCarty, © Chapman’s guard, denied
knowing anything. He was sent back t»
the Penitentiary under guard,
Joe Morrillo, who must have known
something about the escape, told the
agents that he'd seen Chapman, fully
dressed and wearing a hat, come out of
my room at 8:30, an hour before the
escape was discovered. This, of course,
was false. Morrillo himself was in my
room at 8:30, as was Bishop, his guard,
After the nurses and several patients
proved Morrillo a liar, the Italian be-
came sullen and would answer no more
questions,
I, myself, questioned Harry Bishop,
who had been on good terms with Me-
Carty and had visited Chapman's room
that morning,
“Harry,” T asked, “what time did Chap-
man get away?”
Bishop winked. “Why, Bill! You know
as much about this thing as the rest of
us do!”
I tried to make him explain, but the
guard laughed and left the room.
The city was scoured, but the two
strangers and their Packard car and the
escaped prisoner were not found. By
morning the best secret service men in
the country were pouring into Athens by
every train from = Atlanta, Washington
and New Ver!
offering a
were broz
Police ana on
Were put on tl
the three me:
Chapman's flig!
widening circle
ling every higl
hundreds of mi
No one tl
Mary's—-of co
the building a:
over again and
ous to suppose
trace his track-
had ever left it,
Yet. it was a
dit) turned up.
amazing chapt:
quarter-miilion
Following +
Ramey’s — conn
claimed it was
Scott was put «
The nurse ont
Harralson.
Ualess there y
re Special murs.
the hospital att
ward nurses,
at othe adjoinin:
gkeney, and the
door, The wes
the furnace, th
overnight,
OLLOWING
Mas Escaze
by the seeret se
sleep the night
sitting up in be
Miss Seott ran:
lowed by
Miss Harr,
The two
cited, They elu:
Was several mi:
to learn what hs
Finally Miss §
“There's a oma
“And how do
laughing, “Yor
thoor since milan:
I tried to re
but they insisted
furnace room i
Harralson had
around, and had
second-floor nur
and listened de
Both the girls
heard) shuffling f.
and closing: of
“Tt was the
treating their f:
back to your
things!”
Miss) Harrals«
police, but To res
to go to Morrille
to look into the }
Tf the tale Bish.
Harralson afterw.
Wittingly aided G
persuaded the on
the police.
The noise they
ment was made !}
Million-Dollar Pa
either returned to
et rope been stout
in’s weight, eseape
ie building would
impossible feat,
we outside of the
hited at night. At
g, patients, physi-
passing in and out
w trafic on Mill-
ing in a steady
bandii’s room was
every pair of eyes
nesses Were svon
ive that the torn
rling from the sill
isa blind, a feeble
vive the detectives.
ate who shredded
sed the rope from
: the house physi-
's room?
r streets bgunding
ioned, and a dozen
a new Packard
wly through the
ernoon ands early
y two dark, sport-
who, on one of
ceompanied by a
wearing a check-
irge black hat.
the woman—Cora
se at the hos-
e. denied
or that she owned
Her wardrobe
identical outfit--
! large black hat—
confessed that she
ind talked to them
pair had come to
k iM response to a
eretly written and
r-patient,
S guard, denied
was sent back tt)
vad,
must have haowe
escape, told the
1 Chapman, fully
hat, come out of
hour before the
This, of course,
imself was in my
Jishop, his guard.
several patients
v, the Italian be-
| answer no more
1
d Harry Bishop,
1 terms with Mc-
Chapman's room
hat time did Chap-
v, Bill! You know
ing as the rest of
reexplain, but) the
the room,
ced, but the two
ekard car and the
not found. By
‘t service men in
i Bato Athens by
Washington
and New York. Hastily printed circulars,
offering a reward for Chapman's capture,
were broadcast throughout the country,
Police and State authorities everywhere
were put on the lookout for the car and
the three men. Within an hour after
Chapman's flight was discovered, an ever-
widening circle of armed men was patrol-
hng every highway and crossroads within
hundreds of miles of the hospital.
No one thought of guarding St.
Mary's—of course not! Every inch of
the building and grounds had been gone
over again and again. It was preposter-
ous to suppose that Chapman would re-
trace his tracks to that institution—if /ie
had ever left it.
Yet, it was at St. Mary's that the ban-
dit turned up. This, perhaps, is the most
amazing chapter in all the story of the
quarter-miilion-dollar escape.
Following the revelation of Miss
Ramey'’s connection—innocent as she
claimed it was—with the escape, a Miss
Scott was put on duty on the second floor,
The nurse on the first floor was a Miss
Harralson,
Unless there were patients who required
a special nurse, the only attendants in
the hospital after midnight were the two
ward nurses. There were other nurses
at the adjoining home in case of emer-
gency, and the house physician slept next
door, The weather being too warm for
the furnace, the janitor did not remain
overnight,
OLLOWING the excitement of Chap-
man's escape and the turmoil created
by the secret service agents, I could not
sleep the night after the getaway, I was
sitting up in bed reading at 1:30, when
Miss Scott ran into my room, closely fol-
lowed by the nurse from the first floor,
Miss Harralson.
The two nurses were tremendously ex-
cited, They clung to me in terror, and it
was several minutes before I was able
to learn what had happened,
Finally Miss Seott blurted out:
“There's a man in the basement!”
"And how do you know?” I retorted,
laughing. “You haven't been off this
Hloor sinee midnight 1”
I tried to reassure them by joking,
but they insisted that someone was in the
iurnace room in the basement. Miss
Harralson had heard someone | stirring
around, and had called Miss Scott. The
second-floor nurse had opened the door
and listened down tlie elevator shaft.
Both the girls were sure that they had
heard shuffling footsteps and the opening
and closing of a door.
“It was the wind,” I told them, still
treating their fright as a joke. “Get
back to your posts—you’re hearing
things !”
Miss Harralson was for calling the
police, but T restrained her, telling her
to go to Morrillo’s room and ask Bishop
to look into the basement.
li the tale Bishop, Miss Scott and Miss
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The noise they had heard in the base-
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Chicago,” she said thickly. “I doubt it, don’t
you?” Her head flopped on the table. Virelli
ducked out of the joint.
That night he sent a wire to Judson in
Bridgeport.
Finp Put DE Marco, THE MAN WE PICKED
‘UP WITH BUONOMO ON THE NIGHT OF THE
MURDER. CHECK HIS HANDWRITING AGAINST
JENNIE CAVALIERO’S ENVELOPES.
Virelli got a reply the next morning.
DeMarco’s wRITING CHECKS WITH EN-
| VELOPES. WE ARE HOLDING HIM. Jupson.
It took Virelli three days to get back to
| Bridgeport. . DeMarco had been in jail for
| that length of time and it hadn’t done any-
thing for his peace of mind.
“Things look bad for you, DeMarco,”
Virelli said when the man faced him across
the desk. “I’ve just come back from New
York and Chicago and now I’m going to
charge you with the murder of Jennie
Cavaliero and her lover, Charles Alberti.”
DeMarco turned white and denied it.
Virelli reached into the desk drawer and
took out a slip of paper and six envelopes.
“This is a sample of your handwriting,” he
said, “and these are the envelopes you ad-
dressed to Jennie Cavaliero. They carried
your love letters to Jennie. You killed Al-
| berti, then you killed the girl.”
DeMarco swore this was untrue.
“Buonomo has testified against: you,”
Virelli said softly. It was the old trick of
turning one man against the other, which
worked nine times out of ten.
DeMarco said nothing and was led back
to his .cell.
About two hours later Virelli was told
that DeMarco wished to make a statement.
‘Facing the detective, DeMarco stormed
that Buonomo had framed him. Virelli pre-
tended to disbelieve him. “It’s true I ad-
dressed the envelopes,” he cried. “I always
did this for Buonomo. He can’t write in
English. He wrote the letters himself in
Italian. It was because Buonomo wanted
to frame me he took away the letters. I
swear by the Holy Mother this is true!”
DeMarco then told what had happened.
Besides himself, three henchmen of Buonomo
had witnessed the murder, but had no actual
part in it.
DeMarco swore that Buonomo neither
told him, nor the others, what he had planned
to do. In fact it was doubtful, the man said,
if Buonomo knew himself. He seemed to
have acted on the spur of the moment.
He had not seen Jennie for some time.
As far as DeMarco knew they had broken.
But for old times’ sake, Jennie had agreed to
drive with Buonomo and the boys to New
Haven. She hadn’t, of course, learned of
Alberti’s fate.
Buonomo and the four men picked up
Jennie at 9 o'clock. There was no quarrel.
They sat silently by each other’s side. Two
miles out of town, as the car sped. past the
graveyard on the Shelton Road, Buonomo
leaned forward and told the driver to stop,
then to back up. P
Jennie asked what was happening. Not
answering, he told the driver to stop by the
gate, then suddenly grabbing Jennie, he
dragged her from the car and forced her up
the cemetery path. Two'men jumped out,
protesting. There was a shot. They ran
to the gate and saw Buonomo standing
astride _of the prostrate girl reloading his
gun. For a second he stared up at the full
moon like an insane wolf, then, gripping the
gun with both hands, he bent over her and
methodically shot out the Sign of the Cross,
across her chest.
Joseph Buonomo was found guilty of mur-
der in November of 1912, and was hanged
the following year. DeMarco and the other
three, who had not aided Buonomo, but had
happened to have, been on hand at the sud-
den, though inevitable turn of his love into
hate, were judged not guilty by the court
and set free.
Eprror’s Note: To spare possible embar-
rassment to an innocent person, the name
Phil De Marco, used. in this story, ts
fictitious.
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the other end. “What do you make of this?
In my hand is a duplicate bill for $2,000,
marked ‘paid.’ Count Cavaliero certainly had
a costly funeral. And it was paid for by
Joseph Buonomo!” i
Judson was gratified by this turn of events,
but incredulous. “I can’t make out how a
woman like Jennie Cavaliero could be mixed
up with a thug like Buonomo.”
“I don’t know that she was,” said Virelli.
“All I know is he paid for her husband’s
funeral.”
Virelli insisted that Buonomo be brought
in and questioned again. In the safe were
the six envelopes which had been found in
Jennie’s purse. He intended to compare the
handwriting on them with Buonomo’s. If
they matched there would be enough evidence
to hold him in jail.
When Buonomo was brought into the spot-
lighted room for grilling, Judson gazed at
the man’s coarse hands and shuddered at the
sudden thought of their seeking revenge
against the beautiful woman whose body lay
cold below. ,
The cops had roused Buonomo from his
afternoon sleep. He was angry and un-
shaven.
“Still trying to pin a murder on me,” he
said ferociously. “Keep trying, Mr. Detec-
tive. You're a vain man.” This was ad-
dressed to Virelli in Italian. If Judson had
understood. the language he would have
realized that the man’s manner of speech,
though violent, was not as uncouth as his ap-
pearance led one to suppose.
When he was told they wanted a sample
of his handwriting he snatched the pen and
paper and deliberately wrote out his name.
Virelli took the signature to the privacy of
his office for a detailed study.
Buonomo’s eyes were cold and arrogant
when the detective returned to the room a
few minutes later.
“You say you’ve never seen Jennie Cava-
liero in your life?” Virelli asked him.
The man nodded.
“Then why did you pay for her husband’s
funeral?” Virelli shot at him.
A humorous light suddenly shone in
Buonomo’s crafty eyes. Then he grinned
enormously and slapped his knee. . For a sec-
ond he looked like he loved Virelli dearly.
“Because that’s my business,” he cried. “I
lend money. Come to my place any time you
please. It’s true; I did pay for Count Cava-
liero’s funeral, but I never saw the widow
and the mioney was paid back two months
later. I keep books if you doubt my word.”
Virelli realized that if Buonomo was held
-much longer he would start howling for a
lawyer. He had no grounds on which to de-
tain him for the handwriting test had proved
negative.
But shortly after Buonomo had been re-
leased certain information was wired from
the New York police that made Virelli flush
with. anger. The telegram, in answer to his
inquiry about the house on 158th Street, in-
formed him that the building was owned by
the man who had just walked out of the
door. Judson, reading this over Virelli’s
shoulder, cursed their New York contact
for not notifying them sooner, and barked
out an order for Buonomo’s immediate re-
arrest.
“Hold it,” Virelli asked him. “Don’t
grab him yet. Give me a week to do some
work in New York. We haven’t a shred of
evidence that’ will ‘stand up in court. We
don’t even know dead Romeo’s name.”
A whiff of fetid garbage turned Virelli’s
stomach as he arrived at the address on
158th Street, three hours later. The house
was located in a wretched slum. He pushed
the bell button and glanced through the open
door. Seconds later a slatternly landlady
slipslopped down the narrow hallway. The
question he put to her, “Did Countess Cava-
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liero live here?” sounded crazy even to him.
The woman gave him a look of guarded
hostility and shook her head.
He tried next door, this time mentioning
Buonomo’s name. He was brushed off.
Everyone he questioned after that was moody
and negative.
- leggeogb bd Virelli’s instinct told him to
get out of the neighborhood and not come
back until the New York police had briefed
him. It seemed that Buonomo’s sinister
shadow lurked threateningly behind every-
one to whom he had talked.
Later that afternoon, when he checked
with an elderly inspector at a downtown
precinct, he was told that he had been fool-
hardy in venturing to 158th Street alone.
“It’s a wonder that.one of Buonomo’s boys
didn’t crash a flowerpot down on your head
from a top story window,” the inspector told
him.
Virelli was impressed. Until this ex-
pedition, he had had no idea that Buonomo
was a power in New York.
“Buonomo’s a big man,” the New York of-
ficer revealed. “He’s got a tight organiza-
tion. He’s wanted for a dozen things, but
no one will give evidence against him.”
The inspector beckoned Virelli into his
office where they talked for an hour. The
detective learned that Buonomo had oper-
ated in Chicago before he had invaded New
York and then Bridgeport. But nothing was
known of the racketeer’s connection with
Countess Cavaliero. In fact the New York
police had never heard of her.
“Virelli,” the inspector began concernedly
at the end of their talk, “you speak Italian
and you know the routine. But the Italians
know you. You’re a marked man nosing
after Buonomo in New York. Go to Chi-
cago. They don’t know you out there. And
you'll find out just as much about Buonomo
as you will here. Maybe more. In Chicago
he’s got enemies.”
Virelli went to Chicago—and he knew
.whom to see. He went straight to Big Jim
Colosimo’s famous cafe at 2126 South
Wabash Avenue. Colosimo was the ward
boss of the levee district, whose extracur-
ricular. duties included founding Chicago’s
underworld dynasty.
The ward boss looked Virelli up and down
and seemed to recognize him. “What do you
want?” he said finally.
“You know me?” the detective said.
“Yes. You're Virelli of the Connecticut
police.”
“T want you to help me,” Virelli said.
Colosimo wasn’t flattered. “What’s your
story, Virelli?” he said at last.
“I’m out to get Joe Buonomo for the mur-
der of a woman named Jennie Cavaliero and
her lover, whose name we don’t know.”
Colosimo lit a fat cigar. Smoke began
to cloud the little office. Virelli didn’t dare
prod the ward boss. Colosimo would only
talk when he was good and ready. The
silence between them thickened.
“I know Buonomo,” Colosimo said finally.
“We aren’t exactly friends. In fact he’s been
a great source of irritation to a lot of people
in Chicago. As for Jennie Cavaliero, I’ve
never met her. I’ve been told she was very
beautiful and came from nobility in the old
country. I’ve also heard of her bad fortune
since she lived over here.”
He was silent. Virelli watched him.
“But that’s all I’m going to tell you,” he
said. He scribbled on a piece of paper.
“Here is the name of someone you should
see,” he said handing it across the desk. He
coughed slightly.. The interview was over.
Only when the door had closed behind him,
did Virelli glance down at the slip in his
hand. It gave the name of a woman and her
address, a certain café in The Loop.
Colosimo had. been cautious and tight-fisted
about giving details, but after Virelli had
a
found the woman,
and broken down
her own language, <
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Che Loop.
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after Virelli had
found the woman, had bought her drinks
and broken down her hostility by talking
her own languagé, she confessed that she had
once been Buonomo’s girl friend.
Virelli's mention of the name Jennie Cava-
liero brought instant laughter. “The coun-
tess!” she said derisively. But once she had
spat Jennie’s title into the gutter she calmed
and seemed prepared to talk.
“What hippens when a woman with money
loses everything and hits rock-bottom?” she
began rhetorically. “She stays down for
good. I know. I watched Jennie Cavaliero
crawl in the dirt.”
Jennie and her husband had come over
from Italy two years before, she revealed.
When they had ‘spent all their money, the
count had met up with Buonomo. The count
didn’t work for the big man. It was doubt-
ful, said: the woman, that he had ever worked
in his life. Buonomo had his eye on Jennie,
and for that reason kept the count around,
giving him enough for food and liquor.
“Well, the drink finally killed the count,”
the woman said complacently. “Jennie was
broke. Buonomo asked her to stay with him.
He asked her in a nice way but she spit in
his face just the same.”
ennie was crazy about a fellow named
Charles Alberti. The only trouble with
Alberti was that, like the count, he was from
‘the old country and didn’t have any money.
Buonomo fhiad the money, but Jennie had no
time for him.
The woman leaned across the table. “You
know how people from the old country feel
if they can’t ‘afford a big funeral—the dis-
grace and all that?”
Virelli nodded.
“Jennie didn’t have enough to pay for the
count’s fureral,” she said.
So Jennie had gone to Buonomo who said |
he would be glad to take care of it—at a
price. In addition to the funeral, Buonomo.
had bought her clothes, two diamond rings
and a real pearl necklace. The count was
buried in Bridgeport where Jennie had rela-
tives, :
Afterwards Jennie went back to Chicago
and stayed with her benefactor. “Buonomo
was the happiest: guy in-the world,” said the
woman, her eyes envious. “Funny,” she
reminisced, “but half the time that guy
seemed scared to touch Jennie. He was like
that with certain women. He wasn’t afraid
of a cop or any man alive. He'd knife you
for a dime. But with some women, if he
cared for them, he was scared—like a kid.
It was too bad. And, boy, did Jennie know
what she had!”
“Where was this Charles Alberti?” Virelli
asked. ,
“Wait for that,” the woman ‘said. She
explained that -the countess was nice to
Buonomo for three months. Then, one
night, Buonomo returned home unexpectedly
from an out-of-town trip. He came rushing
happily in through the door only to find
Alberti making love to Jennie, Jennie got
between Alberti and the knife. Miraculously,
she calmed Buonomo down. “Eyen after a
thing like that, she could wind the big man
around her little finger,” the woman said.
The following week Buonomo moved her
to New York with the idea of getting her to
some place where she couldn’t see her other
lover. Everything went fine until Alberti
bounced into town. Buonomo caught them
together. again, and again’ Jennie saved Al-
berti’s life.
“T guess Buonomo loved her more than his
pride, his racket and the whole world put
together,” said the woman. She poured her-
self a drink and settled down into morose
silence.
“What happened after that?” Virelli said
finally.
“I don’t know. We got out of touch.’ I’d
sure like to know what happenéd to that
Alberti. The guy seemed to have nine lives.”
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She walked in,
the beautiful squealer,
alone, friendless....and doomed.
Perhaps there was
an unlikely character named
Chicago Joe pursuing her...
a fact which her murder and the
work of police of 3 cities
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fact, know exactly how many passen-
gers’ he carried, for men had been
getting in and out of the machine all
evening. Nor did he care. They had
paid him well, and in advance.
It was a night meant for fun—clear
and crisp, the full October moon
beaming down with, Hall. thought,
benign approbation on all this hilar-
ity. Hall, who had fallen in with the
spirit of the occasion himself, couldn’t
know -that much of. the gaiety was
forced, that death was masquerading.
as mirth,
Close to 8:30, the car swung down-
hill near the village of Putney. It was
black and desolate. .When the ma-
chine leveled off again some of the
merriment seemed to level off, too.
Then Hall heard an order tossed at
him from the back seat. There was no
laughter in it. “You stop here. We'll
get out.”
The chauffeur pulled up. Looking
around, he could see a few lights in
some distant houses but not much else.
He wondered, since there were five
or six men and only one girl, what
was on the fire. ‘
Something about the way their
jollity abruptly died down filled him
with a nameless fear, but the fact that
no protest had come from the girl
tended partly to assuage this. Anyway,
it was none of his business. . .
“Go to the next road and turn
around.”
This was a deep voice, one edged
with gravelly harshness. It was tight,
crisp, packed with authority. Backed
up, Hall saw over his shoulder, with.
what seemed to be a gun. Leaving the
group standing on the highway, the
uzzled chauffeur drove 200 yards be-
ore finding. an intersecting lane.
Then he swung around and started
back, his lights limning his former
passengers, who had moved into a field
and seemed to be arguing.
Then he saw one dark form detach
itself from the others and approach
the girl. Five shots banged into the
night air. The girl fell forward on her
face and lay still.
eg a at witnessing this tragedy,
Hall kept his foot on the gas. pedal.
The car rolled to a point opposite the
group, which now began to disinte-
_grate rapidly. One man leaped onto
the car’s running board, waving a
pistol, and commanded, “Stop!”
Driver Hall acted instinctively,
sensing that the girl’s fate might also
be in store for him. He swung the
wheel sharply, dumping the running
board rider; then he pushed the ac-
celerator to the floor, and sped off,
aware that there Was a great deal of
shouting in his wake. A quarter of a
mile away he pulled up before the
lighted home Ae George O, Lines and
raced inside.
State Trooper Rowe Wheeler, rid-
ing a motorcycle, responded from the
Stratford barracks. On hearing\Hall’s
story, he sensed that the men, after
killing the girl, had planned to do
away with the chauffeur and escape
in the car. But Hall's quick wit had
left the whole bunch stranded on a
lonely patch of road.
Wheeler spread the alarm, to Strat-
ford. Bridgeport and the state police
headquarters at Hartford. Though, in
that pre-World War I year the au-
thorities lacked means of communi-
cation such as radio and teletype, he
was able, by phone, to start a large
contingent of officers toward the area
within a few minutes.
The first to arrive at Lines’ home
were Police Chief W. L. Robbins and
two patrolmen from Stratford. After
listening to Hall’s account and
When big shots in the White Slave
syndicate met, this man drew the
job of liquidating the squealer.
Wheeler’s surmise, they set out to
round up the men who had no ap-
parent means of getting out of the
Putney neighborhood.
Detouring over a back road, near
a place known as Tom Cook’s cider
mill, they reached the Billberry
Swamp. By Robbins’ calculation, this
was directly across the fields from the
scene of the shooting and the most
likely direction in which Hall's
stranded passengers would take off.
His hunch proved to be a good one, .
for walking the road were two men
who started to run into the swamp
when they spotted the police car’s
lights. Gathered in, the pair protested
they were visitors to the neighborhood
on their way to catch a trolley.
Ignoring their protests, Robbins
kept hunting the pair’s companions,
but found no one else. The two pris-
oners were taken to the Stratford
police station where they identified
themselves as Al Carr, 28, and Howard
Vincente, 24, both of Bridgeport. Carr
was the proprietor of‘a Union Square
eating place, and Vincente was one
of the waiters at the restaurant.
Meanwhile Wheeler and Hall had
gone back to the shooting scene. They
found Fred L. Jennings, a local fish
dealer, bending over the body, and
with him Charles H. Welles and John
W. Francher, both residents of nearby
homes who came running out to in-
vestigate the shots.
The girl was dead, with slugs in her
head and neck. She was about 25,
approximately 5 feet 8, 125 pounds,
with dark hair and gray eyes, and
dressed in a bluish-green skirt and
jacket, lace shirtwaist, dark stockings
and high heeled shoes.
She wore a broken chain around
her neck, and nearby lay a bulging
black velour bag that Trooper
Wheeler didn’t investigate. He de-
cided to leave identification to those
higher in authority who would be
arriving soon.
They did come shortly, the top en-
forcement officers of the state, Fair-
field County and the city of Bridge-
port. Among them were State’s
Attorney Judson Stiles, Sheriff John
Williams, Detective Capt. George H.
Arnold, Coroner John J. Phelan and
his medical examiner, Dr. W. B.
Coggswell, all of Bridgeport.
» State Police Chief Thomas F. Egan
pulled in from Hartford, bringing
with him Detectives Frank Virelli and
Thomas Dowling. Others viewing the
body were Deputy Sheriff Charles
Stagg and two Bridgeport detectives,
Sgts. J. A. Hazel and Bernard Glen-
non.
Dr. Coggswell counted five bullets
in the head and neck, all fired at close
range, and succeeded in probing one
from the neck. It was a .38 caliber
snub-nosed slug. Any one of the shots
would have proved fatal, and since all
were directed at her beautiful fea-
tures there could hardly be, in the
quickly formed opinion of the investi-
gators, any motive other than revenge.
This raised a number of questions:
Who was she? What had she done to
bring on such a fate? Who were the
avengers?
Arnold began digging into the ve-
lour bag, extracting jewelry consist-
ing of two large silver earrings, a man’s
gold watch chain and a ruby ring set
with two diamonds.
In a notebook were a number of
women’s names—Lucy Palese, 225 E.
116 St., New York City; Jennie Smith,
Frances Lucas, Josie Raymond, Fran-
ces Nichols. On another page Arnold
found a name of local interest—Mrs.
Rose White, 105 South Ave., Bridge-
port.
There were several canceled checks,
all bearing the imprint of the M. T.
Saloon, Dearborn St., Chicago, and
three tickets issued by different Chi-
cago pawnshops for various items of
jewelry. There was a letter written in
Italian, and though it was unsigned
it ended
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utwardly at least, the men
and the girl in the tonneau
of the big seven-passenger
Pes
Bridgeport, Was.
long alter hey airs
limousine appeared to, be skylarkers
engaged in a bit of innocent fun.
How could anyone believe otherwise,
what with the bottles of champagne
being passed from hand to hand, the
bantering boisterousness, the occa-
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Hall, who was tooling the hired car
through the dark back country of
eastern Connecticut, had no idea who
they were, where they. were going, or
what they were up.to. He didn’t, in
ee
‘he restaurant.
‘and Hall had
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the body, and
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vas about 25,
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sheriff John
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it ended with 40 crosses, intended to
represent kisses. In a separate case was
a worn photograph of a handsome
man of apparent culture and good
breeding.
A card in the purse interested the
detective chief. One side of it said:
Rev. Alice Phillips Aldrich. The other
side read: Law and Order League, Chi-.
cago, Ill. But there was nothing that .
directly showed who the dead girl was.
She could have been the Reverend
Aldrich, Lucy Palese from New York,
or any of the others for whom no ad-
dresses were given.
On learning that Chief Robbins had
taken two suspects to Stratford, the in-
vestigators hurried there with Hall.
Once the prisoners were brought be-
fore the Bridgeport officers, a sugges
tion of what lay behind the killing
opped into Arnold’s mind. For he,
Hazel and Glennon recognized Vin-
cente as a man the two sergeants had
recently arrested in connection with a
suspected White Slave ring. Due to a
lack of evidence, he had been released.
Interest in Vincente increased
when Hall identified him as one of two
men who hired the limousine at the
Blue Ribbon Garage in Bridgeport.
But Carr, he said, was not the other.
Vincente claimed not to know his
car-renting companion, saying he was
a stranger in town, a man who called.
himself “Joe from Chicago.” Both
Vincente and Carr had stories to tell
and they went something like this:
Around 5 o'clock both had been in
Carr's spaghetti house when the
stranger walked in, bought drinks and
cigars, and asked where he could hire .
an auto. When Vincente named the
Blue Ribbon Garage, the stranger said
he might not be able to find it and sug-
gested Vincente go with him. The
waiter agreed.
After they had obtained the ma-
chine, with Hall as the driver, they
went back to the spaghetti house
where Carr was entertaining three
customers. The stranger bought wine
all around, saying he was “celebrat-
ing.” He didn’t say what. But a little
later he invited everyone for a ride.
Even Carr decided to go, leaving the
restaurant in charge of his cook.
They drove to Water St, and
stopped off at a saloon owned by John
Aldo. There, after buying more wine
and cigars, the stranger went upstairs
and came down with the girl.
According to Vincente and Carr, ©
they had never seen her before. The
stranger didn’t introduce her around,
and she was pale and silent, evidently
ill as ease among so many men.
About 8 o'clock the stranger sud-
denly announced that they were going
into the country. Fortified with two
bottles of champagne, the entire group
set out. By this time the wine had
taken hold and they were feeling gay.
All kut the girl, that is.
a
Carr and Vincente claimed they had
no foreknowledge of any plan to kill
the girl, had not seen it done, and
didn't know who did it. All they
claimed to know was that an argu-
ment broke out in the field and some-
one pulled a gun. They ran before
the shots were fired.
When the prisoners finished their
somewhat fantastic stories, Hall veri-
fied their account of the stops made
by the car but could not support the
other disclosures, since he hadn't left
the wheel of the car all evening. But
Aldo was known to the police, also in
connection with White Slavery, and
his place had been raided recently. A
number of gamblers were found and
Aldo paid a $100 fine.
If he could be induced to talk, Aldo
undoubtedly could identify both the
girl, who apparently lived in
over his saloon, and the Chicago
stranger. That is, if this “Chicago
oe,” as Vincente and Carr called him,
wasn’t a figment of their imagina-
tions.
“Who were the others in the Pack-
ard?” Arnold demanded of the two
prisoners.
Carr held back a moment, then
named them as Dan Sabina, Andrew
Mosci and Jimmy Lewis. He couldn't
have caused more consternation
among the officers if he had sud-
denly tossed a bomb into their laps.
While Sabina was only a minor
hoodlum, Mosci and Lewis were defi-
nately big time. Both hailed from New
Haven and were reputed cogs in a
nationwide prostitution ring. Mosci
was known as “Bif Andrew” and Lewis
was called “Hartford Charlie,” a cog-
nomen that didn’t square with his
actual name.
The picture of what had happened
began shaping itself up. According to
Carr and Vincente, there were six
men and the girl in the car—Sabina,
Mosci, Lewis, the Chicago stranger
and themselves. But Hall wasn’t sure
there were six: he thought there might
have been only five. ;
“Probably there were!” snap ed
Arnold. “These men are making that
stranger up to cover Mosci and Lewis,
the killers.”
Carr and Vincente, however, in-
sisted they hadn’t dreamed u Chi-
cago Joe. According to them, he had
arrived in Bridgeport only the day
before and seemed to be looking for
someone. Hall, viewing photographs
of the missing men, said Lewis looked
like Vincente’s car-renting compan-
ion. Vincente denied this.
At the time of the crime, on Oc-
tober 22, 1912, the eastern section of
Connecticut was honeycombed by a
system of Toonerville-like trolleys
that connected the cities of Derby,
Bridgeport, New Haven and Hart-
ford, and serviced the towns in be-
tween. To reach one of these trolley
lines from the murder scene would
necessitate a walk of miles. Arnold
suspected the trio of wanted men
might still be tramping the back coun-
try, so he ordered a new hunt and a
check on all means of transporta-
tion.
As trolleys rolled into all of the
- large centers, police boarded them ™
and looked the passengers over.
Several men were taken off at Derby,
oné of them with a fully-loaded gun,
but he was a New Yorker who carried
a permit for the weapon. According
to his story, he had come to Derby to
visit. relatives. The police released
him.
When Vincente and Carr were
taken to Bridgeport, Arnold and his
men, aided by State Detectives Virelli.
and Dowling, got busy on the local
angles. ey eee based on the in-
formation found in the dead woman’s
bag were dispatched to Chicago and
New York, even before John Aldo and
Mrs. Rose White were sought out.
Aldo, when brought in, admitted
‘the girl lived upstairs over his saloon
but said she had been there only 24°
hours. He claimed not to know who
she was, except that she called her-
self “Rose,” and she was to him, Aldo
said, as anonymous as most girls “in
her calling./As for the stranger who
had. gone upstairs and brought her
down, the saloon keeper said he had
seen no such man. Despite his reputa-
tion, the police preferred to believe
him rather than Vincente and Carr.
Sergeants Hazel and Glennon
discovered that there had been a Mrs.
Rose White living at 105 South St.,
but she had moved. They began to
suspect she could have been the
“Rose” living at Aldo’s place until
further inquiries developed the fact
that Rose White worked on the night
shift of a local shirtwaist factory.
There, that same night, the officers
found her alive and well.
Brought to headquarters, she could
not explain why her name was in the
dead woman’s book, but a flash of
recognition crossed her face when she
looked at the victim in the morgue.
“You know her?” Arnold asked.
Mrs. White wasn’t sure, because of
the bullet-mutilated features. “She re-
minds me of a woman I used to know
at 105 South Ave. as Rose Bunnis and
Rose Bennett. Pete Lopey runs the
lace.”
‘ Arnold knew all about Lopey,. who
was another character ne Pee of
White Slavery. It was « oubtful
whether this man would commit him-
self about the dead woman. “What -
happened to Rose Bunnis, or Ben-
nett?” he asked Mrs. White.
“She ran Away to New Haven with
some fellow. This was a year or so
ago.”
Here was the New Haven angle
again! [Continued on page 61)
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und him forward, with muskets held at hip level. All thoughts of covered her husband was the notorious White Hood, and
us crime, resistance collapsed. Guns were dropped, the hands of the threatened to expose him. To keep his secret. Burr mur-
iring the outlaws were raised in surrender. Gurnett had said they dered her and set fire to his house, then proclaimed it an-
eme pen- | were surrounded. The did not know the statement was other outrage of the Swamp Raiders. .It won him the sym-
ey Long false. A sudden clatter, of hoofs resounded from the barn. _ pathy of the district. But Duke, then employed on the Burr
rd com- The next moment a horse and rider shot out into the clear- lan, knew the truth, though fear made him silent. To
s’ ace, it ing. White Hood was making a run for it! Gurnett snap ed divert suspicion, it was Burr who later had one of his aides,
an order. Muskets rose, followed the fugitive’s course, then Nathan Case, tell the trumped-up story about Reverend
fired. The horse dro ed instantly, and: the rider was Andrews.
a thrown over its head. nsteadily he got to his feet. A dark When Gurnett learned the identity of the three who had
smear ap eared, and spread on his back. He took several killed Mr. Morrow, he sent to Toronto for the military aid
steps, sank to his knees then sprawled forward. The leader _ he later employed at the swamp. He had then arranged the
; of the Swamp Raiders was dead! ne meeting at the school house.
{ The surviving raiders were quicnly herded together and “Whatever doubts I might have had that Burr was not -
bound. The wounded were given rief attention. Then the infamous White Hood vanished when we entered the
nded to ** Gurnett and several of the soldiers walked over to the still bar to arrest the Stoughtenboroughs,” related Gurnett. “He
ed that form near the dead horse. This was the notorious White. immediately shouted my identity then manhandled Hiram
with an Hood, who had sought to become an emperor of crime Stoughtenborough, but I caught the look that passed be-
and own the entire Markham area. This was the man who — tween them. 1 knew he would try to free the brothers an
mM con- jnad so terrorized the ‘countryside that farmers, eager to Nathan Case. He had to in order to conceal his identity.
f father i leave the district, had readily sold their lands for a pittance, “To further divert suspicion from himself, on severa” ,
hat the | either to him or to one of his agents. occasions Robert Burr had asserted he would lead a band
in part { Gurnett sank to one knee, partially raising the body as of volunteers into the swamp. But if the offer had been
ed the he untied the knot that secured the white covering around accepted, Burr would have warned. his followers and ha
its owner’s neck. He raised it. The body sank back and the them at strategic positions from which they would have
sd out head slid out limply—to reveal the undeniably handsome annihilated the volunteers. This, in turn, would*have in-
ops of .. features of Robert Burr. ».- creased the seeming invincibility of the outlaws.”
"s j “young Duke hel ed in the downfall of the raiders,” Among the captured Swamp Raiders: was Elmore Cran
d Gurnett later said. “An or han at an early age, he had been dall, Burr's clerk, who had gone ahead to inform the out-
h him raised and educated by a oronto spinster: Later, when he _ laws of their leader's plan. Jacob Temple, the farmer who
2 trial. secured employment on @ Markham farm, he continued to had guarded with Burr, was another, as were Robert Hub-
itzler’s write to her. Finally he wrote that letter which placed sus- bard, James Green and others—names that had been re
| fora picion on Robert Burr.” specte throughout the Markham district They were a
dinate Some weeks before the capture of the Swamp Raiders, given long sentences. The fates of Nathan Case, and James
oy the Duke had sent sent a letter to his benefactress that read, in and Hiram Stoughtenborough are not known for a cer-
‘ted as part, “Don’t tell anybody, but Mr. Burr is a bad man. He tainty. They were sentenced to be hanged, and some records
killed his wife.” News of the Markham outrages having have it that the sentence was carried out. But a pamphlet
reached Toronto, the spinster finally brought the missive issued by The British Colonist, 10 November, 1846, tells
me in i to the attention of Gurnett. that at the last moment the sentences were commuted to life
e two ' In Markham, Gurnett soon wove himself into Duke’s imprisonment, “where each is now serving his miserable
oseph i confidence, to learn that Burr’s wife had somehow dis- existence.” ,
again
unate
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vad a_ Piecing together what he had heard, Arnold became con: said, “I can’t be sure.” But he did admit she looked like
vinced of the White Slavery link to the killing, with Mosci his former roomer Rose Bunnis or Bennett.
it he and Lewis undoubtedly the men involved. ‘This same day Arnold Jed his detectives back to the mur-
and The New Haven olice, however, were unable to find der spot, hoping to find some evidence that might have
stent the pair that night. The Bridgeport detectives were more been overlooked at night. His search was rewarded when,
_* fortunate. They staked out Sabina’s home and picked him some 100 feet from the field, one of his officers picked up
70in- . up in the early hours of the morning. a .$8 caliber rimfire Smith & Wesson revolver. Five .ex-
vude He was another who claimed to know nothing. In most loded cartridges in the linder indicated they were e
prise respects, his story jibed with those told by Carr and Vin- snub-nose type matching the slugs in, the victim’s body.
-cente, even to the stranger in the car. Failing to trace the gun in Bridgeport, Arnold sub-
| the : The next day, investigating Al Carr, who was almost sequentl wired its description to the Chicago and New
's at totally unknown to them, the Bridgeport police learned York police. ' Pewee
ugh he had purchased the spaghetti house only a week before Later that day, State's Attorney Stiles, Detective Captain
ut I the crime and his patrons included many suspected White Arnold and State Police Chief Egan announced @ definite
\oth- Slavers. Since he had come from New York, Arnold advised theory in connection with the crime. From New Haven
the authorities there to dig into his background and con- it had been learned that Mosct and Lewis had gone to
ilert nections. Bridgeport on October 22 on some “special mission.” In
d so The detective chief's hunch about Pete Lopey was Bridgeport, information developed that six or seven “big
correct. Brought to headquarters and given a look at the shots” in the White Slavery racket had met in Carr's
reed, “I see so many girls like her,” the man restaurant on the afternoon of the crime. This seemed
victim, he shrugge
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to dispose of his and Vincente’s statements that a stranger
was involved and they had met him accidentally.
The police theory about the killing was that the girl
had incurred the wrath of the gang for some reason yet
unknown. She had fled them either from New ‘Haven,
Chicago or New York. Her hiding place uncovered in.
Bridgeport, the gang had met to decide on a course of
action. The night “ride” followed.
The trio under arrest was subjected to intensive grilling,
but the stories the men told could not be shaken. The
police deduced that either fear of the actual killers or
complicity in the crime silenced their lips: In the eyes of
the authorities all who participated in the ride-death were
equally guilty. a
In announcing that Mosci and Lewis were the men
wanted for the brutal murder, State Police Chief Egan
released a prepared statement to the newspapers in which
he described the characters of the sought pair.
“Both men have large acquaintances among procurers,
prostitutes and keepers of sporting houses,” the statement
said, “they being known as connected with gangs ehgaged
in the traffic of White Slaves in Chicago and the trans-
portation thereof between cities in the east, with head-
quarters in Brooklyn, N. Y.”
The hunt for Mosci and Lewis, though the police
throughout the New England states were engaged on it,
failed to develop a single lead to their whereabouts. After
having-been stranded on the lonely Putney road by Hall’s
flight with the limousine, the pair just vanished.
Meanwhile, in Chicago, the queries of the Bridgeport
police were being sifted by various agencies. The Rev.
Alice Aldrich was found working behind her desk in the
Law and Order League, and, except to say that she had
given her card to many unfortunate girls, she could offer
little help.
But there was one incident occurring recently that she
remembered, A girl inmate of a house on E. 21 St. had sent
her a note through a patron. It said: “Please save me.”
As a result of this, the Reverend Aldrich notified both
Louis Quitman, secretary of the Chicago Protective League
for women, and Carl A. Waldron, an attorney who was
head of Chicago’s “Committee of 15.”
~ These men, who were battling White Slavery in Chicago,
interested Joseph Myers, subordinate of Charles De. Woody,
Chicago branch of the Department of Justice, in the note,
with the result that Myers and a number of federal officers
raided the resort. Nine girls were taken, including one
known as Rose Rossi, who had written the note.
The Rossi girl gave the government men considerable
information; enough to warrant her removal to New York,
along with the other girls, for further questioning by the
Department of Justice. Among the other girls were Frances
Lucas, Josie Raymond, Frances Nichols and Jennie Smith,
all listed in the dead woman's notebook found by the
Bridgeport police.
All this was highly interesting, especially when the Chi-
cago police, by running down the gle tickets, discovered
the listed items had been pledged by a woman who ap-
parently used three different names—Rose White. Rose
Bruno and Pepino Buonomo. The handwriting specimens
in the pawnbrokers’ books were identical.
At the 22nd Precinct Station, Capt. Michael Ryan dis-
covered, since she had given her address as 30 W. 20 St.,
that he had had her in custody twice, once as Rose White,
the second time as Rose Bruno. He delegated: Detective
Paul F. Riccio, an officer experienced in Italian cases, to
do some further checking.
Riccio learned the woman had been living in Chicago
with a man named Joe Bruno, and recourse to the records
one the fact that this man had quite a criminal
istory.
In 1906, he had been sent to Joliet Prison for three years
in connection with a confidence game. A year of so after
his release he had taken the woman known as Rose Bruno
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to the house of Mike Safari to get her away from a man
named Joe Mareno, who was infatuated with her. Mareno
discovered the hiding place, and when he went to get the
girl Safari shot and killed him.
Bruno himself was suspected in the shooting of a Chi-
cago character known as-Mickey the Bum. This man, a
olice stoolie, fled town after the shooting, going to New
Vork. There he died of the effects of his wound, blaming
Bruno on his deathbed. Aside from his word, there was no
proof that Bruno was the gunman. However, it was known
that Bruno was linked to Chicago White Slavers, informa-
tion about whom Mickey the Bum had given before the
affray.
In Bridgeport, Detective Chief Arnold received all this
Chicago information by phone. Noting the use of the name
Rose White on one occasion, he definitly knew the woman
could have been the Rose Bunnis or Bennett who formerly
lived in Bridgeport. _
But he now had at least a half dozen names to work on
and did not know which, if any, was the victim's right one.
The dates of her arrests, the pawning of the jewelry, the
raid on the E. 21 St. house, all indicated she had been in
Chicago through August, September and part of October.
Next she had been transported to New York by the federal
agents.
Had she then fled New York in order to escape the Chi-
cago gang's wrath as a squealer? However complicated the
task of identifying the victim and her killers seemed to be,
Arnold felt this to be so. Once he determined exactly who
she was, he believed, the chore of ironing out the rest of
_the tangle would be considerably simplified.
Frank Virelli, the Connecticut state detective, was to
make his mark eventually in cases having to do with
vendettas. Even at this time he had considerable connec-
tions among foreign-language groups. Joined by Detective
Robert B. Hurley, who was later to become state police
commissioner, he began a check in Bridgeport to determine
when the murder victim arrived, where she had come from
and how she had gotten to John Aldo’s saloon after arriv-
ing. /
They asked questions about a girl in a bluish-green suit
at the bus and rail. terminals and soon came up with the
needed information. Such a passenger had arrived by bus
from New York on October 21, the day before the crime,
and had taken a hack direct to Aldo’s place. This last was
significant, since it showed some direct connection between
the saloon keeper and the woman’s killers, It indicated, in
fact, that he had betrayed her into their hands.
Aldo denied this, saying her arrival at his place and her
subsequent discovery there wasn't any of his doing. He
pointed out that out-of-town girls, especially‘in her line
of work, knew about his resort as a place where they could
do business,
Arnold talked with State’s Attorney Stiles and Egan
about their next step and it was decided to send Detective
Virelli on to New York to check the angles there. Since
the New York police had advised of their inability to locate
any Lucy Palese at the address in the girl’s notebook,
Arnold was interested in finding out what the federal
authorities knew about the girl they had brought from
Chicago. °
Armed with all the clues found in the dead woman's
bag, plus a detailed report on the information sent on
from Chicago, Virelli set out. His first stop on reaching
‘New York was the Department of Justice office in Patk
Row. Here he learned that the girl who was officially listed
in the Chicago report as Rose Bruno had, as she threatened
to do, exposed the workings of a sinister ring of White
Slavers with ramifications extending from Brooklyn to the
Midwest and New England.
The federal authorities had the full information about
her and this in itself made an incredible story. Actually
she was the widow of an Italian nobleman who had been
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Fees She was born Jennie Girmellina in Caserta, Italy, and had to the killer yet uncovered. He urged an intensive effort
get the come here with her husband, Cavelier Angelo Rotundo, in to identify it.
e 1906. They went to live on E. 116 St., where the man opened Coincidental with this, he called Captain Ryan at the
a Chi ; a small grocery, changing his name to Angelo Cavelieri. 99nd Precinct in Chicago and voiced his suspicions against
ptt a But Cavelieri contracted tuberculosis and was ill three Joseph Buonomo. He learned that the Windy City police
oie . years, during which time his wife operated the grocery had some of their own about the man.
leat and worked at other jobs to support them. When he died, Buonomo, Detective Riccio had discovered, was missing
aa 4 according to the woman's story, she ran into evil com- from his usual haunts. Confidential information had it that
eect anions and was forced by them to work on the street and he had left the city around October 18, ostensibly for New
nee in houses of prostitution. = York. Since his common-law wife, Rose Bruno—really
re-the She was ashamed of that life but she was forced to it by Jennie Cavelieri—was there, talking to the federal officers,
a man named oseph Buonomo, alias Joe Bruno, with the motive for his sudden trip seemed obvious.
il this whom she lived under his name,” a Yederal official told “We're working on the gun angle,” Ryan told Arnold,
neaee Virelli, “He took her to Bridgeport and other New England “and Attorney Waldron and his Committee of 15, who
oinain cities, and eventually to Chicago. bys have carried on extensive investigations into White Slavery
merly ; When she sent a note to the Reverend Aldrich it was here, are questioning confidential witnesses. We may soon
/ with an honest desire to get away from prostitution and come up with something.”
thon : enable us to smash this ring. We have. already arrested This “something” turned out to be information of a
| as several men who have sold girls into slavery, and we'd like sensational nature. By calling in stool pigeons who knew
: fies to get oseph Buonomo, who is responsible for her down- the workings of the Chicago White Slave ring, Waldron
pg fall as well as being an agent for the syndicate.” and his committee. learned of a meeting by big shots of
pe Virelli suddenly sensed that a man named Joe, who the crime syndicate just a week prior to Jennie Cavelieri’s
ders} hailed from Chicago, fitted in with the stories told by murder in Bridgeport.
' Vincente and Carr about the stranger—stories disbelieved :
Chi- by the police. Was Joseph Buonomo the man who had In line with their general procedure when it became
Vche shown up in bap bonah on October 21, right on the heels necessary to deal with a “squealer,” the meeting had been
lhe of the woman herse f, and who had hired the murder car called to pick a gunman to do away with Jennie Cavelieri.
Who the next day? ae Straws were drawn, and the hatchet man’s job fell by chance
. \ Needing to know more about this man and the woman = to Joe Buonomo, the man who had forced the girl into a
‘Buonomo had forced to lead an immoral life, Virelli went life of slavery and kept her in bondage.
up to the East Side area where both had formerly lived. Following this, Detective Riccio learned that Buonomo
with Sensing that the neighborhood priest might be able to give was the purchaser of a .38 caliber Smith & Wesson revolver
win him information about the woman whose real name was in a Chicago pawnshop, the weapon undoubtedly used in
tive feen* Cavelieri, the Bridgeport detective visited Our the ean gs =e ans,
lice ady of Mt. Carmel Chuch, 441 E. 115 St. It was clear now that Buonomo had trailed the woman
reed There he learned that the Cavelier Angelo Rotundo and from Chicago to New York and then to Bridgeport, arriv-
‘at ennie Girmellina had undergone a religious marriage ing the same day she had. Prior to that, according to their
vi. ceremony after their arrival in this country and she had theory, Al Carr had purchased the spaghetti house as a
signed the church register. Upon comparing the hand- blind for local White Slavery activities. On arriving in
mie writing with that in the notebook he carried, Virelli was Bridgeport, Buonomo had gone there, gathered together
the able to ascertain that they were identical. some of the ring’s local agents, including Mosci and Lewis,
hans ‘The priest at the church was able to identify the worn and plotted the death of Jennie Cavelieri. Then word was
ne picture found in the murdered woman's purse. It was, the sent out that she was hiding in the city and it would be
is cleric said, that of Jennie’s husband. Other information unsafe for anyone to give her refuge. ‘ag a result of this
you that Verelli gathered had to do with a ew ennie Cavelieri underworld tip, it was believed, Aldo disclosed her hiding
in held down while her husband was ill. She worked as a__ place, thus en ing the unfortunate woman’s flight.
° waitress at the coffee shop of one Amodeo Buonomo on But where was Buonomo now? Since it became evident
ter s E. 114 St. It was there that she met Joseph Buonomo, who that there were six men, not five, in the limousine on the
Je was as dissolute as his brother was respectable. murder night, Buonomo was thought to have gotten away,
ne Virelli found a number of people who had known Jennie along with Mosci, Lewis and Sabina, who was subsequently
ld Cavelieri when the woman and her husband lived on E. caught. How could the police prove this? Vincente, Carr
, 116 St., and he prevailed on two of them to return with him and Sabina, questioned on this point, said it was true. But
to Bridgeport and view the body. When this was done, were they talking to save themselves?
” all doubt about the identity of the victim disappeared. She ‘Arnold became convinced that regardless of how deeply
- was Jennie Cavelieri, also known as Rose Rossi, Rose these three were involved, all of them had been telling
“on Bruno, Rose White and Pepino Buonomo in Chicago. But — the, truth about Chicago Joe from the beginning. Accord-
i whether she was also Rose Bunnis, or Bennett, could not ingly, he sent out pick-up alarms for Joseph Buonomo,
k be determined. The police were inclined to believe that alias Bruno.
i this was another woman. A telephone call from tke Derby er left no doubt
- With the identification complete after almost a week, about Joe Buonomo having been the killer. It also left the
Coroner Phelen called an inquest. Submitted along with Bridgeport police in a completely vexed state, since it was
. his report on the cause of death, Medical Examiner Coggs- revealed that the Derby police had taken a man named
. well produced four additional slugs taken from the victim’s joe Bruno, posing as a New Yorker and carrying both a
” head. Along with the one removed at the scene of the loaded gun and a permit for it, from a trolley on the night
°f crime, these totaled five; and all, it was determined, had of the crime, But they had figured him only an innocent
. come from the .38 snub-nosed Smith & Wesson picked up traveler and had let him go.
in the field the day after the killing. Recovering from their consternation. over this, local
With Virelli’s information in their hands, the Bridge- authorities quickly realized that Buonomo, alias Bruno,
port oy began to believe that Joseph Buonomo— might be holed up somewhere in the area, afraid to risk
actually Chicago Joe—was the killer and that neither another trip in the open until things cooled off. Accord-
‘Andrew Mosci nor Jimmy Lewis was guilty, even though ingly, they began inspecting their records, and the state
they had been along on the ride. In this connection, ice came up with one on a man named Joseph Bonino
Captain Arnold sent the Chicago authorities additional who, on January 12, 1911, had tried to shoot Police Chief
information about the snub-nosed pistol, calling their Fred Brundedge of Thompsonville in that town when hé
| attention to the fact that this was the most important clue was caught annoying some girls.
Al 63
Bonino, who did four months in jajl following his con-
viction on the charge, had, at the-time of his arrest, given
a New York City address, This, the state police now dis-
covered, was the coffee shop on E. 114 St. operated by
Amodeo Buonomo. There seemed no doubt that Joseph
Bonino was actually Joseph Buonomo under angther name.
Bonino also had given an address on the outskirts of
Derby, saying it was the home of a relative to which he
was bound when the Thompsonville matter came up.
Captain Arnold pounced on this.
“That's the place Buonomo could be hiding now!” he
snapped. “It would be the logical place to go after the
Derby police set him loose.”
A strong force of Bridgeport men and state police, work-
ing in conjunction with the Derby officers, gathered for
a raid on October 30, Surrounding the place, they thor-
oughly surprised Joe Buonomo, who was indeed waiting
for the wind to blow over.
Taken to Bridgeport, the man, 42, denied he was
Buonomo or Bruno. But Hall recognized him as the second
renter of the limousine on October 22. His former com-
panions, Carr, Vincente and Sabina identified him as
Chicago Joe.
The Bridgeport police, however, wanted outside iden-
tification. Contacting Chicago, they were advised that De-
tective Riccio, who knew Bruno well, would make the trip
east. When he did arrive two days later and looked at the
prisoner, he grinried and said, “Hello, Joe.”
‘Then to Arnold, State’s Attorney Stiles and the others.
he added: “The man you have here is Joseph Buonomo,
alias Bruno. He bought a .38 Smith & Wesson in Chicago
and was sent here by the White Slavers to kill the woman
who was his common-law wife.”
Buonomo cold hardly deny the identification now.
Mosci and Lewis never were caught in connection with the
plot on Jennie Cavelieri’s life, but they subsequently served
prison terms for other crimes and both came to violent
deaths in underworld warfare.
On December 11, 1912, the Fairfield County Grand Jury
indicted Buonomo, Al Carr, Howard Vincente and Dan
Sabina in connection with the murder, All four went on
trial for their lives on December 15, but on the day before
Christmas, as the jury was about to get the case, Judge Ivan
L. Morehouse directed verdicts of not guilty for the last
three men.
The jury, out only two hours, found Joseph Buonomo
guilty of first degree murder and he was sentenced to hang
on April 4, 1918. Prior to the execution of sentence, how-
ever, the State Supreme Court reversed the verdict on
technical grounds and ordered a new trial.
This took place on October 26, 1913, and on November
3 Buonomo was again found guilty. This time no higher
court intervened. The ruthless gunman mounted the 13
steps at Wethersford Prison on June 30, 1914, and met
his just fate at the end of a rqpe.
[Continued from page 29] The Last of the Ashleys
cold blood. Laura didn’t believe it. John’s hatred of the cuffs
had been so great he could not have stood there meekly,
waiting for the touch of steel on his wrists. He had asked
for it, and they had given it to him. Perhaps it had been
ordained that way from the start. John Ashley had lived by
the gun, and he died by the gun.
After the inquest the bodies were turned over to the
families for burial. There were relatives in the county, but
they were not of the criminal clan, but farmers, workers,
poor people. They gathered under the pines at Gomez to
bea the burial of their kinsmen who had broken the
aw.
The Old Lady's defiance was gone. She crumpled into
non-resistance and sorrow. When clods thumped hollowly -
on John’s cheap coffin she would have collapsed but for
Laura’s arm around her waist. She kept repeating that
they were good boys, but the law would not let them
alone. It was all the defense she had left for the bitter
brood she had mothered, and who lay there beneath the
ground.
Laura Upthegtove’s sorrow was tinged with hatred. Not
for St. Lucie’s sheriff, Merritt, whose men had finished off
the gang, but for Bob Baker. When John’s body had been
brought to her, his glass eye was missing. She knew where
it was. Long ago Baker had sworn he would wear it on
his watch chain as a memento of the Ashley gang and the
man who led it.
Laura Upthegrove’s hatred for the law and the man who
enforced it in Palm Beach County flared high. For the
moment it overshadowed the emptiness of her heart. Her
deeds had caught up with her at last. There would be no
more happiness in Gis life, but she had to have that eye.
She wend kill Baker with her bare hands before such in-
sult should be visited upon the man she loved. It was all
of John Ashley that was left to her, and no one could’
prevent her having it.
She sent a note to Sheriff Bob: “If you don’t give me
back that eye, I'll kill you if 1 have to crawl on my hands
and knees through hell to do it.”
sill:
Baker read the note, his heels cocked on the top of his
desk. He looked up at the person who had brought it, and
smiled ruefully. There was little in Laura Upthegrove’s life
to admire but, she had as much courage and determination
as any woman who ever lived.
The sheriff took the blue-gray glass orb from his pocket.
“All right,” he said, “she can have it. If I don’t give it to
her, I'll either have to kill her or be killed by her, and I
don’t aim to go gunnin’ for a woman. Besides, what does
it matter? The Ashleys are wiped out. There isn’t a one
but the Old Lady left, and she won’t trouble us any more.
What do I want with this thing, anyway? Maybe it wasn’t
very nice of mein the first place to say I’d wear it on my
watch chain, but them Ashleys were shore aggravatin’, and
they riled me up!”
Yes, all the Ashleys were gone except the Old Lady, who
brooded in the empty shack at Gomez. Each day she would
go to the cemetery under the pines and look at the names
of those she had brought into the world printed on the
weathered board slabs over their graves. Crime had paid
off in sorrow and death: She shed the least tears for Daisy.
whose only sin had been being born an Ashley; most for
Big John, the killer and chief. But mothers are often that
way.
Lavin Upthegrove rose from the bed and took the pills
from the little round box. She touched John Ashley's eye.
The sunlight through the Venetian blinds had thinned
to pale yellow.
The holdups and the’killings, the gun battles in defense
of the shack, even the love making that had been so excit-
ing and thrilling meant nothing now. She was all alone, ©
and burned out inside. There was to use living. There was
only one place for her. That was the dusty little cemetery
where the Ashleys were buried, and where there would
soon be another grave for the Old Lady to tend.
At the finish, Laura did not use the gun she had be-
lieved in so long. She put the pills in her mouth and lay
back on the bed to wait for death.
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tion was about to begin..:
brought the car toa full stop, his front seat
gassenger, Fire Chief Allen Judson of
iarby Stratford, sprang out. Judson,
ho was also acting police chief, was fol-
‘owed by several firemen who had been
iding in the back. :
he group gathered around the body of
txpensive skirt. The chief studied the
‘gylish clothing and bloodstained features
ra moment before he touched the body.
Aihouen it still retained some warmth,
the woman was dead.
“Did you say there were five men?” he
sked the chauffeur. The shocked Hall
dded his head. Chief Judson looked
ward the nearby cemetery which of-
red plenty of concealment.
The victim's bullet-ridden body was found near a cemetery on the
Shelton Road.
chief ordered his men. ** But be care-
. Those men are armed.”* The firemen
tattered into the bitter dark as the lights
Wan approaching car bore down. This
r parked behind the touring car.
Judson stared apprehensively as a man
fepped from the shadow. It was Dr. Wil-
am B. Coggswell, the medical examiner
0 was also from Stratford and a friend
@ the chief's.
(Editor’s note: Lt. Frank Virelli was one of
Connecticut's most famous law officers. He |
Joined the Connecticut State Police in 1904 Chauffeur William Hall reported
and went on to become known as “the the shooting to Fire Chief Allen
shrewdest Italian detective in the country.” Judson, who was also acting
He served with the Connecticut State Police police chief, at this fire station.
for 36 years, frequently as an undercover
investigator, and took a prominent part in
solving 50 murders and attempted murders.
A number of these cases featured detective
work so outstanding that he soon became an
admired national figure. This is one of
them.)
‘and | came as fast as I could. What's
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“All I know,”* Judson replied, **is what
is man has told me.** He indicated Hall,
* Who was standing next to him. **He
» jshed up to the fire house about a half
pyes: * hour ago and said a woman had been shot
1 ; aP he Shel Road.”*
The yellow glow of acetylene headlamps probed gently through the [Dr Coggswel bent over the body and
Connecticut countryside, offering little threat to the reigning darkness. In- sudied pees Seones bullet ——
side the big, lurching touring car, the driver and his passengers peered jyenead, where the blood had not yet
anxiously into the night. ' : ‘ coagulated. The coroner turned to the
y nig auffeur and asked what he k about
The men were ina desperate hurry and the driver fought the big steering cua
wheel as the car slammed in and out of ruts and potholes. A cemetery slid [Hall said he worked at the
into view, its memorials slanting in the fleeting yellow light. Just beyond, the fe Ribbon Garage in Bridgeport.
headlamps discovered a still form by the roadside. cs
by CURT NORRIS
(continued on next page)
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companions. This was the ragtime year of -
_ NEW ENGLAND CRIME CLASSIC
* Before chauffeur William F. Hall
attractive woman in her mid-twenties.
ilk-clad legs protruded from beneath an =
“Take your torches and look around,”*~,
“I got your call, Chief,” he greeted,
_ THE BLACK HAD OF DEATH
;
Joseph Buonomo was hanged for murdering Jennie Cavaliero but
follow-up investigations revealed that he was guilty of at least three
i other slayings.
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This is the crossroads where Hall was ordered
to turn off towards Shelton. :
Chat afternoon, he recounted, a well-
dressed man came to the garage and
asked to hire a car for the evening. Hall
was the driver.
**Who was this man?*’ Coggswell
asked. em,
**‘Never saw him before,” came the
reply. ‘tHe was short and fat, and had
plenty of money. He had two companions
with him. The four of us drove to Fairfield
Avenue where we picked up this woman
and two other men.”
The woman's still warm corpse lay by the —
side of the road. Discharged brass cartridge ©
shells had been carefully placed over each
of five gaping bullet wounds which formed
a lethal cross—the Sicilian symbol
24
“Did the woman show any signs of
fear?” :
“None at all,’ Hall replied. *‘They
seemed like they might have had a few
- drinks and were out for a good time. The
man who hired the car asked me to drive
to Savin Rock outside of New Haven.”
The medical examiner observed they
weren't on the New Haven road. Hall _
explained that when his group got to the
junction three miles back, the man who
hired the car told him to take the Shelton
‘of revenge.
The main street in Stratford. The preliml-
nary Investigation was launched from the ;
combination fire and police department. ne
road. *‘I didn’t care where they went as
long as I got my three dollars an hour
pay,’ he said.
At Judson’s urging, the chauffeur con-
tinued the story. ‘Just before I got in
sight of this cemetery, I heard the girl ask
about New Haven. Then one of the men
tapped me on the shoulder, saying that
they wanted to get out of the car to stretch
their legs. ‘ .
‘**You go up the road and turn around,
and then we'll go to Savin Rock.’ I stop-
ped and let them out and drove up the
road about a thousand feet. Then I heard
the crack of a revolver. I looked back and
saw the flashes of more shots. I thought
they might just be celebrating, so I turned
around and drove back. Then my head-
lights picked up the woman lying on the”
ground. The men ran out and got ready to,
jump into the car. | was afraid of what ~
might be coming so I stepped on the gas
and drove away. ; :
‘‘| know there was no police station’in
Stratford, so | drove down to the fire sta-
tion and reported what happened to the
fire chief. | came back as fast as I could
with him, but the men.were gone. Maybe
that’s just as well because they were
armed.” :
“Is there anything else you can tell us
about’them?"* Judson pressed. _
“Only that they were well-dressed and
I think they were Italians.”
Coggswell turned to Judson and asked
if anything on the body had been touched
or disturbed. 'g
“Not a thing,’’ the chief replied.
“Then look at this,’’ the doctor sai
He threw the rays of his powerful search-.
light full upon the victim's still form.
The body lay flat on the ground with the -
arms outstretched. Five discharged brass
| Buonomo hired the murder vehi-
Bridgeport on the afternoon of
& October 22,1912...
cartridge shells were carefully arranged
upon the figure, each marking a bloody
wound beneath it and forming a lethal
cross. ** The Sicilian symbol of revenge,”’
the physician observed. Re
~ Judson shuddered and looked at his
watch. **Those men haven’t had time to
get very far,’” he said. “‘If they are headed
back towards Bridgeport, they may try to
take the next trolley, and that’s due in
about 15 minutes.”
While arrangements were made to take
| the body to an undertaking parlor in Strat-
. ford, aman stole out of the darkness and
hammered on the door of a nearby farm-
*house.
‘I'm trying to get back to Bridgeport,””
ing behind the door. “‘I'll give you 10
(continued on page 36)
A view of Water Street in
Bridgeport, Connecticut, where
the victim was staying just prior to
her murder.
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who had used it some time before as a
disorderly house.
Nothing further could be learned in
New York, although additional informa-
tion coming to my ears seemed to indicate
that Jennie Cavaliero, said at one time to
have been a member of one of Italy's
most noble and respected families, had
been one of Buonomo’s unwilling con-
quests. Certain members of a rival gang’
hinted that the prisonner had sought to
-use her as his woman. I decided to go at
once to Chicago to see what more I could
’ learn about this prisoner.
I was now sufficiently acquainted with
his sinister reputation to realize that my
life was in danger if I failed to use caution.
Unknown members of his gang, still at
large’ and keenly alert to danger, would
stop at nothing to protect their secrets.
Tapping confidential Chicago sources
of information, I discovered that unless I
could learn the names of Buonomo’s as-
sociates, my sole contact with the under-
world would be through a Chicago gangs-
ter by the name of Calosino, at that time
the leader of the Chicago red light district.
Calosino masked his activities by acting
as proprietor of a large hotel which he
used as gang headquarters.
Several hours later found me on my
way to Chicago. Without waiting to con-
tact the local police to let them know I
was in town, I went at once to Calosino’s
hotel and boldly sought him out. He came
out from his private office to greet me, his
beady eyes as venomous as a deadly
snake. Another man loitered at his elbow,
hand hidden ina pocket pushed threaten-
ingly forward. I told him that I was a New
' York friend of Buonomo who had just.
come from that city to see him ona matter
of great importance.
He gave me a sour look.
‘‘Why should I talk to you about Joe
Bugnomo?” he said shortly. ‘If you’re
such a friend of Joe’s why didn’t he look
you up in New York? That's where he is
at the present time.’
‘*He didn’t know where to find me,’ I
explained slowly. ‘Several things I pul-
led over there didn’t go so. good and I was
under cover. The town got too hot and I
came out here.”
He was still suspicious.
‘Why didn’t Joe give you his Chicago
address if you know him so well?’’ he
asked pointedly.
**He did give me his address on Morris
Avenue near Twenty-Second Street,”’ I
replied glibly, giving the Chicago address
I had copied from the envelope in the
~ victim's handbag.
Calosino’s expression remained un-
38
changed, but I felt the tension ease. The
body guard removed his hand from his
coat pocket.
“If he gave You the address of his pri-
vate home,” he admitted grudgingly,
‘you're probably all right. Why didn’t
you go there in the first place?"’
«Because I heard he had left Chicago
the moment I arrived,’’ I explained. ‘‘I
knew if any person in the city could tell
me where Joe was and what was going on,
you were the man.”’
A pleased smile hovered for an instant
across the gangster’s mouth. ‘‘Ordinarily
I could,” he stated, ‘‘but Joe got into a
jam himself and had to leave town. If you
really want to contact him on something
important, you'd better go down to his
house on Morris Avenue. There are
plenty of his gang hanging around down
there and somebody will tell you where
he can be reached.”’
I went at once to the house on Morris
Avenue where my story was readily ac-
cepted by some of the members of
Buonomo’s gang whom I found hanging
around.
‘Too bad you didn’t wait a few days
before you hopped over,” one of the gang
told me. ‘Joe left for New York over a
week ago and you would have probably
bumped into him over there.”’
**Has his woman gone, too’’’ I asked. .
“‘Maybe I can talk to her. It’s something
important that Joe should know.”’
‘*You must mean Jennie,” the gangster
said. ‘‘She isn’t around. Joe sent her back
to New York two or three weeks ago be-
fore she could squeal.”’
- **Squeal?’’ I said.
‘Sure, things haven't een so good
here in Chi,’’ the gangster said, ‘‘since
Joe snatched Jennie from some place over,
in New York and she ain’t been any too
happy. Then four or five weeks ago, Joe
found out she was being friendly with a
Nick Cartier (fictitious), one of her old
New York friends. So he bumped Nick
off and Jennie took is so bad that Joe
thought she might tip off the bulls, so he
sent her away.
I received this. information in silence.
*‘Who was this Jennie anyway?”’ I
asked casually after a while. ‘Nobody
really seems to know.”
‘Joe did keep rather quiet about it,’’ he
said, ‘‘but I guess it’s no secret to most of
his friends. According to what I heard she
married some blacksheep big shot of
noble blood over in Italy whom his par-
ents sent to New York. He had a lot of
money and we helped him spend it, al-
-though Nick Cartier did his best to make
him go straight. When this chap died
broke, Joe helped pay the funeral ex-
penses. Then, knowing that the dead
man’s wife, Jennie, a swell looker, was
alone and without friends, he gave her the
choice of being his woman or being
bumped off.’’ The man stopped suddenly
and looked at me suspiciously. ‘‘Say, if
you're from New York and Joe’s friend,
why didn’t you know all this?”’
It was a crucial moment and I knewit.
‘‘I do remember most of it, *‘I replied,
“but you see at the time it happened I was
up the river. There was a killing nobody
could explain and the cops had picked me
for an easy frame-up.
He smiled knowingly. Again the ten-
sion relaxed. Other matters were discus- -
sed and they asked where I was staying. I
said down at Calosino’s. Immediately’.
they felt reassured, feeling certain that I
belonged.
**You’d better eat over at Red’s (fictiti-
ous),’’ one of them said, giving me the
address, ‘‘It’s where we all hang out.
He’s one of the gang and will treat you
right. I'll tell him to expect you.”
Red's place was almost empty when I
strolled in there during the early evening.
But it looked as though I was expected for
’ a smiling waiter gave mea table over ina
secluded corner where I could see all that
went on and yet not be observed. I gave
my order and waited. When he returned
with my meal I engaged him in conversa-
tion saying that I was Joe’s friend from
New York. The waiter seemed willing to :
talk.
‘*Do you know Nick Cartier?’’ | asked.
The waiter started. He looked around
to make sure that the neighboring tables
were unoccupied. Then he leaned closer.
‘Sure I knew Nick,"’ he said. ‘‘He was
shot down in this restaurant. That night
he sat in the same seat in which you are
seated now.’ :
“Is that so?’’ I exclaimed. I began to
wonder if any sinister motive lay behind
the selection of this seat. As far as I could
learn, no news of Jennie’s death and
Buonomo’s subsequent arrest seemed to
have reached Chicago. All the same, I
began to realize the seriousness of the
situation. Perhaps secret word had come
in through confidential underworld chan-
nels. | waited.
But apparently my suspicions were un-
founded. The waiter talked freely.
Chuckling as though it was a huge joke,
he confided the full details of one of the |
most revolting and coldblooded killings
that had ever come to my attention. Ap-
parently Jennie, brought here unwillingly
from New York, had encountered Nick
Cartier while walking and had tried to
renew their former friendly and innocent
relationship. She begged Nick to help her
escape from the shameful life into which
she had been forced.
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While the two stood talking, Buonomo
appeared. In a rage, he sent Jennie home
and wamed Nick to have nothing more to
do with his woman. Yet the next morning
they met again, although the waiter felt
certain it had been by chance. Nick had
gone to the corner drugstore for a
bromo-seltzer: Jennie to secure some as-
pirin. The two spoke and nodded. At that
instant, Joe Buonomo passed by the door
and saw them.
Bidocn was the end,”* the waiter told
“That night Nick came to this table
it ordered a big steak. While he was
eating, Joe Buonomo came through that
door. He came swiftly up, drew a gun and
shot him through the neck. In the uproar
that followed. Red put out the lights.
- When they were turned back gn, Joe had
vanished.*
“Was Nick killed?" | asked.
“We dragged him out into the kitchen
and wiped off the blood streaming from
the wound,” the waiter said. ‘Nick
wanted to go to the hospital and we were
going to send for the ambulance when the °
kitchen door swung back and two of Joe’s
gunmen appeared. They gave Nick his ’
choice of returning to New York im-
mediately without medical attention or
being bumped off as he lay on the floor.
Nick chose New York."
Out of the corner of my eye. I saw a
man come out from behind the bar and
stand watching us. From his flaming red
hair, [| suspected it was’the proprietor.
The waiter continued. Wrapping a dirty
handkerchief about Nick's neck to con-
ceal the wound, these two gunmen drove
him at once to the railroad station and
boarded the New York train. Never stir-
ring from his side, the two men, when
they arrived in New York, took the
_ wounded man to his parents’ apartment
* handkerchief,
where he collapsed. A doctor was called
who stated that blood poisoning had set
in, caused by infection from the dirty
and that the man was
dying. The doctor was right — the man
died three hours later.
“Didn't it excite suspicion when the
doctor filled out the death certificate?” |
asked. :
“There was no report of a bullet
wound,” the waiter replied. “The doctor
was ordered to fill in the cause of death as
acute alcoholism and the undertaker was °
peid to take care of his end of the fun-
eral”
‘The waiter stopped. I looked up. Red.
the proprietor, had silently approached
and was standing over us.
“Everything all right?"
“Fine.” L replied.
“Have I ever seen you around here be-
fore?"
“No, you havent.’ Lb answered
frankly. “I'm one of Joe's friends from
New York.”*
Red asked,
* mitted admiringly.
“Oh, yes.” said Red. “I kpow now.
You're the man who was expected. Some
of the boys said you were in town and
would eat here. | thought there was trou-
ble when J saw the waiter talking with you
so long.”
I laughed heartily. “Oh, na," I reas-
sured him. “*I was listening to jhe clever
way our friend Joe got rid of Nick.”
“Joe knows his way about.”* Red ad-
“There’s one of the
boys over there who helped him do it.”
‘He pointed carelessly across yeveral ta-
bles at a huge, cold-eyed man sitting at a
vacant table toying with an untouched
glass of beer.
Asked for further information about
Jennie, Red said that the girl carried on
badly after the news of Nick’s death be-
came known. Finally, Joe told her to pack
her bags and go back to New York City
and he would follow her two or three days
later.
“LE don’t think Jennie will be coming
back,” he added significantly.
Awaiting my chance. | asked him
where he thought I could locate Joe in
New York. Red said he had intended to
stay at his cousin's place in the Bronx. It
was there that he had sent Jeanie. Red
explained, giving me the address.
Late that night I checked out of
Calosino’s hotel and sped back to New
York, going at once to the Bronx address
furnished me by Red. Joe's cousin said
that Jennie had never arrived, although
Joe came two or three days later as he had
planned. Anxious to know what had be-
come of the girl, he had looked about the
city and then had gone to Bridgeport on
the chance that she might have gone up
there.
I rushed back to Bridgeport. There I
saw Antonio Giano (fictitious), one of my
undercover men. and sent him out to
learn what he could concerning Jennie
Cavaliero and Joseph Buoromo. While
he set out on his mission, | went back to
New York and looked up the doctor who
had administered to Nick Cartier upon his
return to that city. He denied all know-
ledge of the affair until I threatened to go
to the District Attorney and have the
body exhumed. Then he broke and con-
fessed. He also stated that the undertaker
had later sewed up the wound before plac-
ing a high collar and handkerchief upon
the neck of the corpse to escape detec-
tion. He promised to testify in this matter
if he was needed.
Antonio Giano met me at my office
upon my return. He said that hp -had un-
covered some important facts concerning
both the dead woman and the alleged
slayer. However, he had not as yet been
able to discover what had happened to
Jennie Cavaliero upon her arrival beyond
the fact that she had gone immeliately to
John and Simon Picato (fictitious), under-
world characters to whom she told her
story.
“Did you learn how Joe Buonomo
found out where she was?” I asked.
“He went to see Frank Pizzichini, a
friend of his who runs a restaurant here in
the city on Union Street,’ Giano told me.
“He asked him if he had seen his woman,
Jennie. Frank said he had so many
women it was impossible to keep track of
them all. So Joe described her and Frank
told him that she was in a house on a
nearby street. Joe went over and saw her.
“He came back. and told Frank he
didn't dare do a thing because she was
under the protection of a very powerful
gang and he feared reprisals. James Mat-
teo. now in prison with Joe. kidded him
and Frank said if Joe let her get away with
it he would have trouble with the women
in all his houses. But Joe said he wouldn't
do a thing while she was in that house.”
And then, according to Giany, the
three men laid their plans. Joe went back
to see Jennie and said he was no longer
angry. He would let bygones be bygones
if she would go with him to a farewell
dinner at Savin Rock outside New
Haven. After that, she would never have
tosee him again. Jennie finally agreed and
Joe went to the Blue Ribbon Garage and
hired a car for that night. Matteo and
Frank said they would go with him.
“LT thought Hall, the chauffeur, said
there were five men in that machine.” |
reminded him.
“That is correct.” agreed Giano, **Piz-
vichini. Matteo and Buonomo drove
down to the house to pick up Jennie.
While waiting they saw two friends,
James Riccio and Big Andrew, standing
out in front. They asked them to go along,
too, and they accepted. What happened
on the ride you already know. But Joe
Buonomoe was the man who killed Jennie
Cavalieri.
“Get me either John or Simon Picato
and tell them | want to see them.” | or-
dered. “If we can find out just what Jen-
‘nie told them, it looks to me as though our
case is clinched.”
“TE can't,” replied Giano. *‘They’ve
left town because they were afraid Joe
might bump them off. They've gone to
Chicago."
“Then it looks as though I have to go to
Chicago. too.” LT replied.
“Gosh, Sergeant.” Giano said, begin-
ning to get jittery. “They're likely. to
bump vou off for sure.”
Leaving word with Lieutenant Dooley
of the Bridgeport police to have Piz-
zichini, Riccio and Big ‘Andrew kept
under close surveillanee, | took the next
train to Chicago. Without notifying the
local police, | went at once to Red’s Re-
staurant.
It was here TE made my first mistake.
Later | was to wish [had taken that sim-
ple precaution.
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\
The Bull-Headed Killer Who Saw Red
(continued from page 35)
Asked about his counterclaim-in the
divorce suit, Emyrs Richards simply ‘
shrugged it off. *‘With all the things my
wife said about me,”’ he grumbled, ‘I had
to cook up something in reply. Anyway, I
didn’t like the way the girl acted toward
me — I'll admit that much — but why
should I want to kill her?*’
Lieutenant Turner fixed the machinist
with a stare. ‘‘We’ll let you answer that
yourself,” he countered, ‘‘a little later on
— when we'll have some other ques-
tions.” ;
Meanwhile, the lawman ordered that
the suspect be held in custody.
The moment his stepfather had been
taken away, James Gallian queried:
“When did he say he came to the house
last?”
‘More than a month ago,”’ replied
Lieutenant Turner. ‘‘Your mother con-
’
firmed that statement. She said he came .
to get the last of the clothes he had left
there — ""
At this point, the victim's widower in-
terrupted. *‘But there’s one thing he
didn’t pick up,’’ he declared. ‘‘That’s the
sweater he is wearing right now! I saw it
hanging in the closet the last time I was
home — and that was less than a month
ago!"’
Lieutenant Turner’s eyes widened
with understanding. ‘‘That means your
stepfather has lied,’’/ he stated. ‘‘It
sounds now as if he was the person who
broke in and rummaged through the
place. If we can get him to admit that,
we'll be a long way toward proving that
he came again — not just for robbery, but’
‘
for murder!”’ .
Next, the new evidence that Sergeants
Glover and Sheehy brought in was suffi-
cient to push the case to that final charge.
In Emyrs Richards’ room at his present
lodgings, they had picked up the pair of
work shoes. Amid traces of grease stains,
which the dapper machinist had tried to
clean away, were tiny spots of blood bet-
ween the uppers and the soles — like the
traces of gore found between the joint of
the blade and the handle of the murder
knife.
Enlarged under the laboratory micros-
cope, those matching stains marked
Emyrs Richards as the killer who had
mopped the cellar in what had once been
his home.
In a recheck on the suspect's alibi, the
detectives talked to new witnesses at the
tavern where Emyrs Richards claimed he
had made his last stop during his after-
noon rounds on that fatal Monday. Un-
like the barkeeper and the hangers-on
who had been uncertain about the time of
36
the machinist’s visit, these patrons were
quite positive on two points: First, that
they had come in at their regular time of 4
o'clock; again, that they hadn’t noticed
the familiar figure of Richards in the
place, although they could have sworn to
-his presence on any other day.
Confronted with all these facts and
given what amounted to a detailed ac-
count of his actions on the afternoon of
Monday, September 20, 1943, Emyrs
Richards finally dropped all pretence. In
a dull tone, he declared:
‘All right, I killed Mary Gallian, but I
didn’t plan it that way. It’s no use trying
to hide it now, so I'll tell you all that
happened.”’
In his confession, the middle-aged
machinist stated that, on that fatal day, he
had gone to his former home on Kitch-
ener Avenue to get a bathing suit which
he had forgotten to pick up on the night
that he had burgled the place and taken
the sweater which was latet to incrimi-
nate him. He had found the back door
open and had walked into the house and
found Mary there in her pajamas. :
Emyrs Richards said that he had asked
the 18-year-old girl for the bathing suit,
and when she had gone to the cellar to get
it, he had followed her down there. She
had flung the bathing suit at him, saying,
‘There it is!” and when he had stared at
her after it fell to the floor, she had added:
**You've got what you said you wanted.
So now, get out — and stay away!”’
With that, Emyrs Richards had ‘‘seen
red,"’ as he described it. Being told to get
out of his own house was too much. He
had stood there, glaring at the girl, until
she had tried to push him to the stairs.
Then he had grabbed and shoved her
against the wall, choking her when she
had suddenly tried to scream. 1
As the pajama-clad brunette’s gay scarf
fell from her head, Emyrs Richards used
it to strangle her; then, finding that she
was still alive, he made her death a cer-
tainty by slashing her throat with the
butcher knife. He dragged the body into
the lavatory; then he wiped the knife and
dropped it down between the tubs. After
mopping the floor hastily but thoroughly, -
he hurried out through the back door be-
fore his estranged wife arrived home.
Although Emyrs Richards had boarded
an early streetcar outside his rooming
house, en route to his former home, the
whole trip — murder included — had
taken a comparatively short time. He had
returned to his rooming house on Conti-
nental Avenue soon after his usual hour
of 5 o'clock, and he had made sure that
his landlady heard him moving about,
figuring that he could claim he had come
Straight there from the last tavern at.
which he had stopped.
That alibi had been good; but not per-
fect. As in the case of the bloodstains on
the knife, on the washtubs and on his
work shoes, the slayer had failed to make
a complete cover-up. Trifling though the .
clues that had betrayed him were, they
were sufficient, due to the keen work of
the homicide investigators, to bring him
to trial on a murder charge.
Despite his other admissions, Emyrs
Richards clung stolidly to the claim that
he had never intended to kill Mary Gallian
’ until he ‘‘saw red.’’ Also, he insisted that,
even after the attack had been under way,
he had no designs on the pajama-clad
beauty other than to snuff out her life.
Prosecutor William Dowling tried to
shake the defendant's story and managed
to defeat Emyrs Richards’ attempt at an
insanity plea.
But when the prisoner was brought to
trial before Recorder's Judge John P.
Scallen, on November 17, 1943, he was
allowed to plead guilty to second-degree
murder and was sentenced to life impris-
onment.
‘Whether his expressed hatred for Mary
Gallian was merely a pretext to coverupa
lustful urge toward the 18-year-old girl is
something that will never be known.
Emyrs Richards alone could have told;
and he died in the hospital of the State
Prison of Southern Michigan in Jackson,
on December 29, 1958.
x
The Black Hand Of Death
(continued from page 25)
dollars if you'll drive me back there in
your car."*
‘Nope,’ the farmer replied sensibly.
“It's not worth it to me. Besides, all you’
have to do is walk across that field to the
trolley line. One's due in 5 or 10 minutes
and the fare is only a dime.”
‘Too slow,’* came the response.
tee
**How about $15?""
The farmer was not only nervous, but
suspicious. He agreed to take the man to
Bridgeport, said he had to change his
clothes, and then slammed the door. The
(continued on next page)
farmer went straight to his telephone and
gave a number in a low voice.
At this point, State’s Attorney Stiles
Judson (no relation to Chief Judson) spec-
ifically requested that Lt. Frank Virelli of
the Connecticut State Police be called
into the investigation. This account con-
tinues in Virelli’s own words, based onan
exclusive interview with the author's
father, Lowell Ames Norris, in 1937.
On the day of the murder, October 22,
1918, I had gone to Boston to investigate
another case, engaging a room in the New
American House on Hanover Street.
, About 2 a.m. that next morning | was
‘firmed what
awakened by somebody pounding on my
door.
When I opened it a sleepy bellboy
handed mea telegram from State's Attor-
ney Judson asking me to return at once.
At 10 a.m. I was in Stratford with the
State’s Attorney. We went out to the
cemetery on the Putney Road where the
body had been discovered and then re-
turned to the local undertaking rooms.
A brief examination of the body con-
Medical Examiner
Coggswell had already suspected. The
death gun had been deliberately aimed at
the woman's body to make the sign of the
_ cross, beginning at the forehead and then
continuing down the body with additional
wounds on both breasts. To make certain
there wguld be no misunderstanding the
pian 5 this woman's murder, the dis-
charged shells were laid above these
wounds on the still quivering corpse.
Without question, this young woman
had been the victim of Sicilian ven-
geance. At that time, Italian gangsters
formed a real menace to the forces of law
and order. Well-organized, merciless and
quick to kill, the Black Hand had already
reared its ugly head, but there were other
. dangerous Italian organizations, includ-
ing those who dealt in women’s flesh.
I wondered what this woman had done
to incur such deadly enmity. Traces of
innate refinement and culture were ap-
_ parent, betrayed not only by the texture
and style of her garments, but also by the
many indefinable things which make upa
. woman of gentle background.
“Any clues to her identification?"’ I
‘asked.
Doctor Coggswell walked over to a
\nearby cabinet and returned with a
woman's brown leather hadbag. **This
Jropped out from beneath her top coat
when we moved the body,"* he said.
I opened it. In addition to the usual
toilet accessories and what-nots found in
every woman's handbag, | discovered
two letters addressed to “Mrs. Jennie
Cavaliero”™ at an address on 168th Street
in New York City. The second letter was
mailed from New York City, this same
woman apparently then living at a Morris
Street address in Chicago. I looked inside
the envelopes; They were empty.
“Has anyone been told about the find-
ing of this pocketbook or its contents?”" I
asked Doctor Coggswell. :
*‘Not as yet,”’ he replied. *State’s At-
torney Judson said he was placing you in
charge of the case and therefore I said
nothing about it to the several news-
Papermen who came in some hours ago
for a story.”
‘Make sure that therAare no leaks
now,"' I replied. ‘‘Also suppress the fact
that we are fairly certain of the woman’s
identity."
“We'll do our best,’* he promised,
**but you know how reporters are."*
Then State's Attorney Judson told me
that several suspects had been picked up
during the night. *‘One of these men tried
to get a farmer to drive him into
Bridgeport, offering him ten dollars for
the trip,”* he said. ‘‘And when the farmer
refused, he raised the offer to fifteen. Al-
though unaware of the murder, the farmer
grew suspicious and called the Stratford
Fire Department, who sent up several
men to capture him. In addition, they
found another man hiding in the bushes.
They turned them over to the police in
Bridgeport. Both were unarmed.’
Sometime later I learned the identity of
these two men when I went to Bridgeport
Police Headquarters and saw Lieutenant
James Dooley (later Captain).
The one who had been caught just out-
side the farm was a dark, swarthy, thick-
set Italian who called himself Joseph
Buonomo; the other caught hiding in the
bushes was James Matteo of Bridgeport.
“Both denied all knowledge of the
murder,’* Lieutenant Dooley told me,
**so I put them in separate cells with an
empty one between."’ A sly twinkle came
into his eyes. ‘But it’s been filled ever
since they came in,”* he replied. **Tony
Vocalla, one of our special officers, was
put in there as a prisoner. **I'll have him
brought in and see what he has to report.”
He gave short, terse instructions into
the telephone upon his desk and several
minutes later two stalwart police officers |
dragged in a man raggedly dressed and
obviously in need of a shave. He broke
into a grin as the door closed behind him.
It was Vocalla, the special officer.
“They wouldn't have anything to do
with me,’* he reported, “but they con-
tinued to talk among themselves once
they were convinced I could speak only
English. Buonomo apparently comes
from Chicago and he told Matto to be sure
to keep his mouth shut as no one had seen
them but the chauffeur. He also added
that they were five against one.”
“That seems to bear. out the
chauffeur’s story,’’ Lieutenant Dooley
remarked, ‘He said there were five in the
* gang."
“Bring in this Joe Buonomo,”' I di-
rected. “I want to see if | can make him
talk."
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*He’s a tough customer,”* Special Of-
ficer Vocalla told me as Lieutenant
Dooley ordered one of the attendants to
have Buonomo brought in. Vocalla grin-
ned and vanished through another dooras
the outside door was thrqwn back and the
prisoner entered. He cooly looked about
him with an impudent smile.
**What do you know about the murder
of that young woman on the Putney Road
last night?” I: asked.
**What young woman?" countered the
prisoner defiantly.
**You know perfectly well,” I replied.
“The one you brought in that hired
machine from this city and then mur-
dered.”’ i
“*L don’t know anything about it,’
Buonomo replied. 3
*‘That's strange.’ I said, taking a
chance. **You were recognized in the
line-up this morning by young Hall, the
chauffeur, and by the proprietor of the
Blue Ribbon Garage.”’
‘They're mistaken, Mister,’* the
Italian said arrogantly. *‘Furthermore, I
don't have to talk and youcan't make me.
Get me a mouthpiece.”
In vain | argued, threatened and ca-
joled, but the prisoner knew his rights and
stood firmly upon them.
“I’m not going to talk until I get a
mouthpiece," he said. Matteo proved
equally uncommunicative. Finally we a-
greed to their demands. They secured
Edward Buckingham, a prominent attor-
ney and former mayor. ‘Once he go
through talking with them, we didn’t have
a chance. The prisoners sent out for the
early afternoon papers and there was a
triumphant gleam in their eyes as they
scanned all available accounts of the
murder and believed that the victim was
still unidentified.
I smiled. So far we had been successful
in keeping secret the finding of the hand-
bag with its promising New York and
. Chicago leads. Neither of our prisoners
suspected a thing. :
However, there was no further hope of
extracting information from them. Their
counsel advised them to refuse to answer
any questions.
My determination was aroused.
Whether the investigation revealed that
Buonomo was guilty of the murder or not,
he was a dangerous man. For some time
he had operated a string of disorderly
houses in New York and then, for some
reason, had left the city and established
himself in Chicago.
I made a hurried trip down to New
Y ork city to the Harlem address found on
one of the letters in the dead woman's
possession. | found the house easily
enough, but it was untenanted. Inquiry
revealed that it was owned by Buonomo,
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37
‘
Red recognized me at once when I
came in and it was evident that the news
of Buonomo’s arrest had at last become
known. I no longer attempted to conceal
my identity but told Red frankly that I
wanted to get into immediate touch with
either John or Simon Picato. :
Red refused to talk. When I threatened
to subpoena him to appear in Bridgeport,
he opened up and told me Simon was in
town without his brother. He did not
me to try Calosino’s Hotel, where I had
stopped on my previous visit.
I taxied down there at once. Calosino
listened silently as | explained my mis-
sion.
“He's not here,”* he told me imhis flat,
deadly voice when I had finished.
“Ell give you until night to locate
him,.”’ I said curtly. ‘‘Then, if you don’t
produce, there's going to be trouble.”
At that instant, the telephone rang.
Calosino answered it. He talked for a few
seconds, then turned to me, one hand
over the transmitter. :
‘Here's your man,” he said. I grabbed
the phone and came in on the line.
“Picato, this is Virelli of the Connec-
ticut State Police.”’ *‘Tell me what you
want over the telephone.”
“You see me today or you'll talk it over
with me in jail,”’ | told him.
There was a few. minutes’ pause. I
could hear him talking to somebody on
the other end of the line.
“All right, Sarge.”’ he said finally, “Ill
meet you tonight at midnight in the loop
near Kelley's.” ;
“It’s a date,’ | said and hung up.
Picato was waiting for me when I ar-
rived. But with him were four other men.
He greeted me cordially enough and then
suggested that we have a bite to eat. I
agreed and we stopped before a brilliantly
lighted grill. ©
“T thought you would,”’ Picato ans-
wered, “so I’ve already ordered our
meal.’ Instead of walking into the front
door of the grill he walked around the
comer and into a side door. Just ahead |
could make out a dimly lighted staircase.
I hesitated. It looked like a trap. Picato
noticed my delay.
“It's all right," He said. “We're eating
in one of the private rooms.”’ He started
up the stairs. One of the men remained to
close the door. As he slammed it to, | was
certain that | heard the click of the lock.
Then we were in a long hall and Picato
opened one of the several closed doors.
There was a table set for six. Just as
soon as we were inside an excellent sup-
per was served by deft-handed waiters.
40
know where he was staying but advised.
The Black Hand Of Death —
(continued from page 39)
Yet through the meal I sensed a feeling of
restraint. As we finished our coffee I
turned to Picato.
‘Are you ready to talk?"* I asked.
He shook his head. ‘‘Not privately,”
he replied. ‘Anything you want to ask
me, you say before these men.”’
As he spoke, one of the men rose from
the table and started toward the door.
The others had their hands in their pock-
ets. I rose pulling my gun and my chair
crashed to the floor. It was at that mo-
ment I wished I had notified Police Head-
quarters. 5
“There's no use trying to mince mat-
ters,” I said. ‘| asked you to come across
privately, Picato, because you are my
friend. However, you may as well know
that the police have been notified where |
am. If I fail to come out of here within
fifteen minutes, they have orders to crash
the place.”
Picato wilted. ‘‘All right,"’ he said.
‘*What do you want to know?”
‘| want the truth about Jennie
Cavaliero,”’ I replied. ‘And you're going
to talk to me alone,”
He dismissed the four men and then sat
downat the table to dictate a statement in
which he said Jennie had come to him
upon her arrival in Bridgeport. She said
she feared harm from Joe Buonomo, and
asked for protection until she had suffi-
cient money to pay her passage back to
Italy. ;
“1 felt sorry for her,”’ Picato continued
in this statement which he subsequently -
signed, ‘‘and would have liked to have»
helped her but I didn’t dare to because of
Joe.”
‘
My case was complete. I returned to
Bridgeport where | ordered Pizzichini,
Riccio and Big Andrew to be held without
bond. All of them refused to talk.
Later Buonomo, Matteo and the other
three were arraigned for first-degree
murder. They pleaded not guilty, and
were held for trial. At the trial the five
were found guilty and sentenced to hang.
Through Giano, my undercover man,
as well as other sources, I became con-
vinced that neither Riccio or Big Andrew
had any knowledge of what had been
planned. I made this known to State's
Attorney Judson who passed the informa-
tion along to the judge. The judge in-
structed the jury to recall their verdict
and bring in a not-guilty verdict for these
two innocent men. Instead, the jury
brought in a verdict of guilty against
Buonomo and not guilty against the other
four.
The verdict against Buonomo was later
appealed, The Connecticut Supreme
Court found errors in the previous trial
and Buonomo was ordered to be retried.
Again he received the death sentence.
While awaiting this sentence to be car-
ried out, two New York detectives came
to the State Prison at Wethersfield seek-
ing information concerning two other
murders that had occurred in New York.
Buonomo confessed that he was also
guilty of both those murders as well.
On the day before he was to be hanged,
the Warden came to the condemned
man’s cell. In accordance with the usual
custom, he told Buonomo that he could
have anything within reason the next day,
his last on earth.
“There’s only one thing | want, War-
den,”’ Buonomo replied. ‘* Bring Virelli in
here and put him in this cell. Then give *«
both of us a pen knife. If he kills me you'll
be saved some money and if | kill him, I
consider it’s well worth dying for.”’
*
. The ‘Taxman’ Demanded Death
(continued from page 19)
taken off with some other man. Mr. John-
don reacted indignantly to the suggestion.
“I know there’s no other man. So why
would she want to leave?"’
The desk sergeant had heard it all be-
‘fore, in the case of missing spouses, and
with a smothered yawn he pointed out to
the husband that the 48-hour waiting
period would allow Mrs. Johnson time to
contact him. Mr. Johnson had learned
from Ethel’s boss and her workmates of
the way in which his wife had just
“dashed” from the shop. This suggested
to the cop that the woman might have just
‘*blown her cool’’ and he added:
“She's ata funny age: It happens all the
time with women in their menopause...
believe me. But, if we investigated every
woman who took off from home right
away. there'd be no time for other work.”
It's easy to imagine that Mr. Johnson's
weekend was miserable and that he was -
fraught with concern over his wife's mys-
terious disappearance. The Johnsons"
married daughter, Margaret, 24, and their
son, Michael, 20, serving in the Royal
Navy at Portsmouth Naval Base, were
contacted. Neither had heard from their
mother, which was even more disturbing
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’
because Ethel was a devoted mother and
she adored her grandchildren.
The following Monday at 8 a.m, a sec-
urity guard, who was inspecting offices
on the ground floor, opened up the door
of 002, then recoiled in horror. ‘God! .
What a Stink,” he yelled to his partner.
The sweet sickly smell of death es-
caped the room and the second man came
running towards 002. ** What in hell is it?”
he cried out. Both men held their noses
and the door was thrust open.
They found a large, misshappen sack
tied at the neck with string and sitting in
the center of the red carpeting. The men
cautiously approached the sack and one
of them ran his fingers over the lumpy
contours. : j
They had to loosen the necks of two
sacks, one inside the other, to get to the
contents — the naked, doubled-up body
of a woman. Local police were quickly
summoned and about an hour later a
Criminal Investigations Division murder
“squad arrived at Yarmouth House to start
to unravel the mystery of the strangled
brunette.
Local police were on the ball and when
Detective Chief Superintendent Reg Les-
ter arrived, Yarmouth Way had already
been sealed off to the public and thru
traffic. The CID investigators slid their
vehicles to a halt and parked outside
Yarmouth House with ease.
Lester strode into the lobby of the
building and shook hands with the local
police chief. He was impatient but pro-
tocol called fora briefing of the case from
the local man.
The victim was thus far unidentified,
and Lester was informed how the murder
victim had been discovered by security
men and the events that followed. The
local man added that the ground floor had
been sealed off and staff members who
had arrived at the building before he got
into action were presently confined to the
floors above. Others. who had arrived
later to find the place swarming with
police, were refused admittance to Yar-
mouth House and were contained in the
parking lot at the rear of the building.
Facing detectives was the awesome
task of questioning several hundred male
government employes. At this point, the
time of death had not been established
nor was it known whether the victim was
slain on the premises or elsewhere and
her body just dumped in the office. Due to
the wide range of possibilities, all male
members of the staff came under police
suspicion.
The last people to leave the building on
Friday night were the members of the
cleaning staff whose official quitting time
wus around 9 p.m. One of them could be
the killer and only time would tell if theit-
alibis held up under police scrutiny.
The CID chief ordered all workers in-
side the building and a section of the
‘| lobby was cordoned off to permit entr-
ance by the front door to just one
elevator. ‘‘Commandeer a bank of up-
stairs offices. Get as many men as are
available to begin routine questioning,”
‘he added.
Then Lester said he would wanta list of
all males who were absent from their
desks this day and another of recorded
complaints from the staff of acys or
threats of violence from members of the
public.
Until the victim's identification was
made known, it was believed she was a
member of the civil service and worked in-
the building. She may have, at some time,
made herself an enemy to some member
of the public who had then sought re-
venge. Every possible angle had to be
explored by police and the theories to be
proved or disproved by reference fo the
facts.
Local police had not uncovered any
evidence to show breaking and entering
and all windows in the building were in-
tact. So the victim — if slain in the build-
ing — must have gained access through
an unlocked door. But the two security
guards, who had discovered the dead
body, found all’ doors properly secured
when they made their first routine check
upon arrival at the building.
“In all events, it appears the kijler. or
the victim, had a key to gain access to the
premises — presuming we discover this
to be the actual site of the homicide.” said
the chief. :
By the time the medical examier and
Chief Lester entered the office of death,
the photographer had completed the first
round of filming the office and the sack.
There appeared to be no signs of a strug-
gle and the office was as. neat as a pin.
The M.E. approached the sack a little
ahead of Lester and gave it the once over.
“Let's see if we can get her out without
cutting.” he said.
The first sack looked loose and Lester
said, ‘‘That shouldn't be too difficult...
we could have a go at it for starters.”*
They eased the outside sack off with-
out much difficulty and a forensic expert
quickly thrust it into a large evidence bag.
The inner sack fitted the corpse like a
coarse skin and the M.E. said jt would
have to be slit open after all.
Lester reached into his back pocket
_ and retrieved a folding pocket knife.
“This should hack it,’ he said: as he
opened up the large blade. The M.E.
watched with wary eyes, that were a very
light blue and glittering. “Careful. he
cautioned, as Lester thrust the blade into
the sacking.
When the dead woman's body was laid
bare, Lester exclaimed, ‘‘Aah — what's
this?” The victim was nude, her knees
tucked under her chin. The object that
had caused his note of surprise was a
pocketbook and the articles of clothing at
her feet.
‘*We have a very considerate killer,”
Lester smiled as he spoke, **perhaps
we're gonna have a fast ED?
‘Small wonder he needed such large
sacks with that excess baggage.” the
forensic man said.
Next he pulled out a white bra with
bloodstains on the front slit edges. “Soa
knife was used in the slaying,’ he said,
‘but she must have died fast to prevent a
full blood-flow.”* ‘
Rigor mortis was total and the M.E.
claimed death had taken place at least 36
hours prior to discovery of the body. The
corpse was rigidly set in an S-shape, the
arms around the legs, and face buried in
the knees.
The cause of death appeared ta be
strangulation but the victim may have
been shot or stabbed to death — this in- —
formation would surface later during the
autopsy.
The victim’s lightweight coat had a
strip of material missing from the back
and the observant CID chief elucidated
the obvious, “She was attacked from the
rear."’ But the dress was slitin front and
suggested a frontal assault.
“It's clearly the work of a sex man-
iac.”’ said the M.E.
““No doubt about that,”” Lester chip-
ped in, “‘and it’s got all the M.O. of per-
version."
The M.E., after brief examination of
‘the body. said there were no signs of
semen trails to indicate an act of sexual
intercourse had actually taken place.
However. he added, “‘Rape or no
rape... your suspect's a sadistic sexual
pervert who's completely out of control
of his sanity at times like these. He’s
probably an okay guy in many respects,
but — with an outsize hangup when it
comes down to having sex with a
woman.”*
“That means,”’ Lester quickly replied,
“when he gets another of his bloody
urges to try to take a woman the maniac _
could leave us another victim.”
Lester opened the pocketbook and ex-
tracted a small wallet filled with snap-
shots and useful pieces of identification.
“This is a real break,”* he said. rising up
from the floor to rub his cramped knees.
Then he went to the phone on the
manager's desk and dialed a number. Mr.
Johnson answered the phone, and when
Chief Lester identified himself, the dis-
traught husband cried out and thanked
God that his wife had been found.
But the chief could only inform Mr.
Johnson that a dead-woman, with 1.D.
papers saying she was Ethel Johnson, had
been discovered by police. “Would you
please come over (to Yarmouth House)
as soon as possible and make official
identification, Mr. Johnson?” he asked.
Mr. Johnson gave a strangled cry over
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a Connecticut (New Have 2-2 4~1909,
24, 1909. maven, ni
Y
Unnamed, undated Connecticut
newspaper sent by Daniel Nearn,
/
CAMPAGNOLO, Giuseppe and CARFARO, Raeffaele, whites, hanged
TRAP SPRUNG TWICE
FOR ONE MURDER.
Two Italians Executed at State
Prison for Killing George D.
Sheehan of New Haven—Both
Refused Chance to oes Gal-
lows. .
Hartford, Feb. 24.—For the “first
time in the history of this state two
men ‘were hanged for oné crime on
the same night at the state prison at
Wethersfield. The execution too
place between the hours of 12 and
o'clock this morning.,
The men who paid the extreme pen-
alty were Guiseppe Campagnolo and
‘Raffaele Carfaro, both of New Haven,
who on the night of August 15 last,
killed George D. Sheehan in New Ha-
ven.
Not a single ntighippenine peoeonees
from the time eer small party of
newspaper men afid doctors: left’ the
warden’ Office at 12 o’clock unt{l the
last mah, Cargkro, was declared to be
dead at 12:46 o’clock.
Gulseppe Compagnolo was the first
man to be brought Into the death
chamber. He‘was accompanied by
-Rev. J.. J. MecLaughiin of St. An-
thony’s Italian church. The death
party entered tha chamber at 12:03:30
and the trap was sprung at 12:04:10
The first examination was made at
12:06 and at 12:07 he was pronounced
dead.. The body was taken down at
12:25.
Raffaele Carfaro, accompanied by
Rev. Father Oliver T. Magnell and
Rev. Father J. J. McLaughlin, was
brought into the chamber at 12:31. At
12:31:20 the straps were adjusted and
the trap sprung. The straps were
removed at 12:40 and at 12:46 he was
pronounced dead and taken down.
In both cases the discolation of the
wb tindan oe ae
neck: was complete and in the opinion
of the doctirs present neither suffered
from the moment the trap was
spruhg. When the bodies were taken
down they were put in coffilns.
resigned to their fate. For the piust
pagnolo at first was remorseful, be
Heveing that he was to be hanged
Was to be hanged also, appeared to
uny visitors yesterday, the last visit
paid to them being when Cargare s
Purents visited him the latter part o!
last whek,
The two executions this = morning
brings the total nunjber of hangsinys
at Wethersfield sinct nue first, on De-
cember 18, 1894, to 2 Deputy War-
den George EB. Littatelt has adjuste.l
the noose about the necks of all whe
ae thus far paid the exereme pen-
ally
Campagnolo and Cargaro were tried
and convicted at the October term «f
the criminal superior court af New
Haven for the deliberate murder of
George D. Sheehan, a well known and
Land was employed by John F. Dunn,
a Montowese milk dealer.
The victim was engaged to be mar-
ried to Miss Ressie lewis, who lives
on Daggett street, New Haven. On
the night of August 15 she called: at
the Dunn home in Montowese to see
Sheehan and also to visit with the
Dunns, with whom she was on the
best of terms. Late in the evening
As they were. passing through Rarnes
them. Sheehan carried a blackjack,
to defend himself with this. He was
pitted against Cargaro, who had a
shotgun, while Miss Lewis was at-
tacked by Campagnolo, who carried
a pitchfork. Miss Lewis was not in-
Yyured and after a §ehnrt.— etriucer)s
she left accompanied by Sheehan.who |
was to walk as far as the trolley line. |
Campagnolo and Cargaro were both ,
Yew days both have realized that |
there was no hope fer them. Carn- ;
alone, but when told that Cargars j
brighten somewhat. Neither had.
popular young man who lived with |
avenue the two Italians sprang at !
it was claimed at the trial, and tried —
a
LSB582°5DVU te Straps Were BAaJUBLOG wnU
the trap sprung, The straps wére
removed at 12:40 and at 42:46 he was
pronounced dead and taken down} :
io} In both cases the discolation ofthe
ety
nedh,
esis e doctirs present neither suffered
r
fron “When thie bodies were taken
down they were put in coffilns. °
ampagnolo and Cargaro were both
resighed to their fate. ¢For the pist
Yew {days both have realized that
there was no hope for them. Cam-
pagnblo at first was remorseful, be-
lleveing that he was to be hanged
alone, but when told that Cargaro
was to. be hanged also, appeared to
uny ‘visitors yesterday, the last -visit
paid: to. them being when Cargaro’s
Parents visited him the latter part of
last: whek,
The two executions this morning
at Wethersfield sincé the first, on De-
cember 18, 1894, to 20. Deputy War-
den George E. Blaisdell has adjusted
the noose about the necks of all who
pave thus far paid the exereme pen-
alty.
Campagnolo and Cargaro were tried
and convicted at the October term of
the criminal superior court at New
Haven for the deliberate murder of
George D. Sheehan, a well known and
popular young man who lived: with
,and was employed by John F, Dunn,
a Montowese milk dealer. fee
Yied to Miss Bessie lewis, who ives
on .Daggett street, New Haven. ° On
the night of August 15 she called: at
the Dunn home in Montowese to see
Sheehan and also to visit with the
Dunns, with whom she was on the
best of terms. Late in the evening
she left accompanied by Sheehan,who
-was to walk. as far ag the trolley line.
As they were, passing through Rarnes
avenue the two -Italians sprang at
them. Sheehan carried a blackjack,
{twas claimed at the trial, and tried
to defend himself with this. He was
pitted against Cargaro, who hada
shotgun, while Miss Lewis was at-
tacked by Campagnolo, who carried
a pitchfork.:| Miss Lewis. was not. in-
jured and after a short ° struggle
run. As he did so he was shot in
before help could: be.summoned..":
“Both the men might have escaped
death on the gallows. . At the time of
their trial it was reported that the
portunitv to plead guilty to second
life = imprisonment. : This they re-
‘fused. :
wary oe ‘ a
brighten. somewhat. Neither had J
brings the total number of hangsings’
' The victim was engaged to be mar-
Sheehan .broke away and started to |
the ‘back and died in the. roadway.
state’s attorney offered them an op- |
degree murder and accept a term of
” for murder." ;
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Pt aa a tase: Roger Knap was discharged of his fine wh was sett upon Ue
3 asta Captaine Turner and Mr. Malbon were chosen Deputyes a ee P cree: sh. oa F
a. he nee agees : {his head for want of armes, because the Court was informed ‘it
bik. for the Gent!! Court to be held for this jurisdictis about the that his armes was burnt in Delaware Bay. and aftex he cant ¥
mish i tryall of an Indian, (called Busheage,) who is to be arrayned ccna ae le oe ee eee eee :
hither he was afflicted wth sicknes and so poore thatt he was
Sate See
Itt was ordered, thatt whosoever doth pass through a comd
gate or a gato into a comé field and leavs itt nott well shutt,
shall pay 5* fine and beare all damage wch shall come by such
their neglect. If children or servants shall doe itt, their
parents or governo' shall pay itt for them, butt the servants
to beare itt out of their wages.
Itt was ordered, thatt they of the watch who walk the last
round shall call up the drum' an hower before day every
morning ‘to beate the drum. .
Itt was desired, thatt secing Mr. Malbon is to be frd home,
thatt the other 8, (viz:) Captaine Turner, Leivtenant Seely
and Antient Newma would perfect the veiw intrusted wth
them the 1t of July last. .
The marshall is to cry all lost things wch are brought to
nottable ts buy armes in due time, butt now ho is furnished
wth armes.
Mrs. Stolyon demaund a debt of 3!-8-6 of Goodman Chapma,
butt Robt Seely testified thatt Mrs. Stolyd had ,given him a
note of thatt debt among others, to be payd into the ship on
her behalfe, and accordingly he accepted itt, and thatt the said
John Chapma from thatt time became debttot to the shipp,
hutt Mrs. Stolyd affirmed yt afterward she having payd all her
part into the ship, and John Chapmans debt being yett unpayd,
she desired Mr. Attwater, (who was then to receive the ships
pay,) to lett John Chapma know thatt now she expected the
3!-8-6, should be payd into her owne hands, and to strike out
his name out of the aforesaid note, «ch Mr. Atwater affirmed
upon oath ho had done, and thatt John Chapma said to him
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traying, and the next gen! trayning to hold notwthstanding. a Gore ae oe ie oe’, |
; cL ~, Att a Gent! Court HELD THE 21th or OcToBER. 3
* For the murder of the woman at Stamford, ante p. 135. He was arrested and : - 1644, : oa 1b
delivered to the English by Wuchebrough a Potatuck Indian. The record of the i E : ca WZ
trial is lost, but Winthrop informs us that “the magistrates of New Haven, taking ® ‘Thomas Lupton, Witt Russells and Henry Glover were ad- i
advice of the elders in those parts, and some here, did put him to death. The execu- Ee . re a ;
tioner would strike off his head with a falchion, but he had eight blows at it before ae mitted members of the Court. . =
he could effect it, and the Indian sat upright and stirred not all the time.’” Sav. ¢ “. Itt was ordered thatt the Secretary shall write to all the -
Winth. il. 189, Rec. U, C. Sept. 1646. : 4 Plantations in this jurisdictis to lott them know thatt att tho a
ava ; ; ' a Court of Elections considoratid will bo had of chuseing tho «b>
“Name, and details of previous lu >. comission for the collonyes att the said Court by the vote of =
week } . tb ty Ry alll the freemen, thatt accordingly their deputyes may come 2
Mnldenti fied indian at New Haven oof prepared. a0 SE ee ee tn
Cr NN win Lud , Re classify ASQ ok LY ; 7 Mr. Malbon atid Oaptaine Turner were chosen Deputyes for
the Gen'!! Court next ensuing.
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James Buteau:
Condemned by New Haven County
Superior Court: Dec. 10, 1948.
laying of
i der ‘Man Seenced” to” ‘Die
Store Manager
aiAVEN, hy 10—James O.
Buteau,829, of: Meriden, convicted
by a Stiperior court jury last week
of firstdegree murder, was sen-
tenced day to die in the electric,
chair. ¢
Judge: Tivoriaa’ E. Troland fixed
April 14' for the execution ati the
State’s prison in Wethersfield. The
death eghtence waa pronounced af-
ter Judie Troland: had denied a de-
‘fense motion to have the jury ver
dict set ‘aside. yeas
Butean was convicted of slaying |
| James A. Irach, 31, a Meriden de-
partment store Manager a year ago.
during an attempted: robbery.
‘Appeal Ja: Planned
ie “Albert: Berard, of Meriden; «ts
j awaiting trial on o fret degree |
| murdericharge in the same case. |
. Buteay’s counsel, Special Public.
defend#? Philip B.. Pastore, seid he|
ithe prisoner at the bar,” Buiteau,’
hiny sentenced is saath.
would file an- appeal to ‘the State |
Supreme Court.of Errors. | '
After Judge, Troland. had ordered |
Silence in the courtroom “while the |
fentence of crath is pronounced on
accompanied. by two sheriffs,
walked briskly to the bench. Show-
ing the same tack of emotion as he
did upon hearing the verdict last |
week, the defendant only. slightly
faltered when he heard the actual.
date of his execution. Sheriff
George C. Rogera and two depu-
ties brought Buteau‘to the Wethers-
field etate. prison late today upon
/receiving the-death warrant. *
None of Buteau's family heard
tin sister,
Mise Elaine Buiaay, « daily apen. |
tator at the eight week. ‘tris! was
absent. yesterday juat as she. wis
when the jury returned the verdict. |
PA Rs AEE
CASTELLI and VETLERE, whites, hanged Conn, (New Haven) 10-5~1917.
Ae astell(, October 5, 19/7.
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DEAF MUTES ~
vananea, unasved conn: || ARE HANGED AT
Hearn ' WET ERSFIELD
|
Costelli and: \Vetore Pay Pen-
alty for Killing Wife of ©
First Named Man. ~
Joseph Castplli, 24, and Fran-
cesco .Vetere, 25, déaf mutes, were
hanged in the|Wetherstield prison
shortly after midnight this morn-
ing, for the murder in New Haven
Inst easter Sunday of Mrs, Annie
{ Castelli, wife af one of the execu-
} ted men. She also was a deaf
} nute. , ; ‘
1 The executions were devoid of
{ UNMeVvAl-featurps except that they
| Were carried gut in. record time
and that the thea dade. ivelr: last
religious offi¢es in. the. sign
language. Rev.!| Father Cavanaugh
administered ta them by the same
pa ds.. Both| men went to their
deaths repentant and ‘without
signs: of nervousness. es
-- Castelli was | first hanged. He
entered the death room two min-
utes and 55 sedonds. past’12. The
trap was spring at 12703:12 and
he was pronounced dead at jac
13:15. His exedution took 10-min-
utes and 20 secénds. ee .
Vetere was taken in at .12:23.06,
the. trap was sprung 18 scetonds:
later and he was pronounced dead
at. 12:32:10 a matter of 9 minutes
and four-seconds, the most rapid
execution’ recorded at Wethers-
field. : cou
elatives of Vetere claimed the
nod Which? will be taken te New
York. Castell jwill be buried in
St. Benedicts qemetery in Hart-
ford, a
-. The condemnqd men were taken
from the death jcells in the after-
noon ana their: places were at once
taken by two other men who are
soon to be hanged.
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s-eormercal tue front door mat.”
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ered,
exelaimed, and then wrote: “We keep
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4 petite, dark-eved, well-formed beauty in her
ces. took the pad cmd seribbled a few words. She tore
ne sheer and handed it fo the other woman.
Vhanks for your kindness,” ib read.
Hopapers nodding an secompaniment, the landlady
ered down the hall, the note still in her hands.
le the newly rented room, the girl slipped her black
wl
sadnawn shades to the fop. Presently, they sat on the
cent together, looking out. Their flving fingers made
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mito the bed.
wash Phe
She was clidl in a tight-fitting white
She smiled at the man. He turned snel raised
ble sens of the deaf and dumb as they chatted end-
hallvay owas cleserted when they again appeared,
soddor the streer. Outside, they rubbed shoulders with
Lieaster thrones. Pt wast mid-afternoon before they
vod the steps of the Crown Street lodging house, fightiie
ie wind beneath sullen April skies.
women stooped, pulled back the door mat, found the
kev and opened
ecitstamed place,
ihe door. Dropping the key back nia
fhe tyvo went inside.
Heir room, the man hovered solicitously close. He helped
renove her hat anc cout. Phen he pushed a large wicker
from its place ueve the window, to a spot just in front
e closed closet door und near a steaming radiator.
beowtrl sauk back ja the ehair, her dark eves gleaming
voovatched the tina's fingers spell out messages, Out-
che wind voured beneath the eaves and rattled the win-
er
soments. But
in World of perpetiud silence.
eves, Tike those
‘he couple paid no heed to it. They
ofa bird charmed by a snake, never
the object of her sdoration. tle stooped to kiss her. As
sl toward hin, the closet, door slowly began to open.
~ almost hs
hum of excise
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chou AErs. Ff. 7. Munson, the landlady,
L voiees in the dimly lighted ball. She
hurried oul. Several boarders stood before the closed door ot
the front room she had rented to the deaf and dumb couple
a few hours before. One of the lodgers stepped forward,
“Tin afraid something has happened in there,” he said. “A
few minutes ago, [ heard a sound as though somebody had
fallen. Then there were several more thuds. I tried to get
in but couldn’t budge the door.”
Mrs. Munson rushed forward. She tried the coor. It
swung open. In the dusk the room scemed deserted, Her
fingers found the electric light switch and she snapped it on.
The bedroom was flooded with light. Then she shrank back
with ashen face.
At her feet lay the crumpled figure of the deat aud cdutib
girl, ‘The coverlet bad been half-pulled from the bed and
hung over the voung woman's shoulders and head. Phe taud-
Jandy jerked it aside cud was shocked sth what she saw.
The eitls evelids fhekered,
“She’s alive!’ Mrs, Mimson shouted. “Get a doctor!”
Exeited voiees reluved this message to Mors. Munson’s sis-
ter who hurried to the telephone. More shocking details
were disclosed as the startled landlady looked about the
room. fler eves studied the white faces framing the doorway.
“Where's her husband?” she asked.
Nobody answered. Her gaze fell on the closed closet door
just belind an overturned wicker chair. She remembered
that the stranger had asked for a room with a large closet.
Her heart contracted in sudden fear.
“Somebody please open that door,” she said ina tremu-
lous voice.
One of the boarders hesitantly stepped forward to do her
bidding.
The closet was empty.
“Tf youre looking for s man ina gray topcoat, wearing 4
black and white plaid cap, he’s gone,” one of the lodgers
announced. “LT saw him hurrying down the hall a half-hour
avo. | said ‘good evening’ but he didn’t speak. He acted
kind of strange, I thought.”
“Phat woman on the floor!” some one exclaimed. “She’s
trving to talk.”
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_ “Gracious, no!” she exclaimed, and then wrote: “We keep
it under a corner of the front door mat.” ;
The girl, a petite, dark-eyed, well-formed beauty in her
twenties, took the pad and..scribbled a few. words. She tore
off the sheet and handed it to the other woman.
“Thanks for your kindness,” it read.
Curl papers nodding an accompaniment, the landlady.
hurried down the hall, the note still in her hands.
Inside the newly rented room, the girl slipped her ‘black
fur coat onto the bed. She was clad in a tight-fitting white
beaded dress. She smiled at the man. He turned and raised
the half-drawn shades to the top. Presently, they sat on the
window seat together, looking out. Their flying fingers made
"the nimble signs of the deaf and dumb as they chatted end-
lessly. |
The hallway was deserted when they again appeared,
dressed for the street. Outside, they rubbed shoulders with
gaily clad Easter throngs. It was mid-afternoon before they
mounted the steps of the Crown Street lodging house, fighting
their way against a rising wind beneath sullen April skies.
The man stooped, pulled back the door mat, found the
pass key and opened the door. Dropping the key back into
its accustomed place, the two went inside. | |
In their room, the man hovered solicitously close. He helped
her remove her hat and coat. Then he pushed a large wicker
chair from its place near the window, to a'spot just in front -
of the closed closet door and near a steaming radiator.
The girl sank back in the chair, her dark eyes gleaming
as she watched the man’s fingers spell out messages. Out-
side, the wind roared beneath the eaves and rattled the win-
dow casements. But the couple paid no heed to it. They
lived in a world of perpetual silence. | :
Her eyes, like those of a bird charmed by a snake, never
left the object of her adoration. He stooped to kiss her. As
she leaned toward him, the closet door slowly began to open.
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It was almost 4:30 when Mrs, F. T. Munson, the landlady,
heard the hum of excited voices in the dimly lighted hall. She
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hurried out. Several boarders stood before thé closed door of
the front room she had rented to the deaf and dumb couple’
a few hours before. One of the lodgers stepped’ forward:
“I’m afraid something has happened in there,” he said. “A
few minutes ago, I heard a sound as though: somebody’ had
fallen. Then there were several more thuds. I tried to get’
in but couldn’t budge the door.” - Pelee es URES
Mrs. Munson rushed forward. She tried the ‘door: - ‘It
. swung open. In the dusk the room -séemed deserted. » Her.
‘fingers found the electric light switch and she snapped it on:
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with ashen face. . : ‘ eae
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“Where’s her husband?” she asked.°-? :
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just behind an overturned wicker’ chair. She remembered’
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BETRAYAL of the
| HEN the landlady opened the door,
aa she didn’t notice anything unusual
about the young couple on_ the
doorstep, and she waited impatiently |
for them to speak. It was Easter morning and
well after ten o'clock. She wanted . to go to
church and her hair was still in curl papers.
‘The well-dressed man, with dark curly hair,
pointed to the large “Furnished Rooms” sign
in the window. Still, he said nothing. Instead,
he ‘raised one hand to his mouth as he shook
is head. Seeing that the woman in the door-
way didn’t comprehend, he opened his gray
topcoat, and took a pencil from an inner
| _ pocket, Drawing a writing pad from ‘another
pocket, he wrote:
“We are both deaf and dumb.”
The landlady nodded understandingly, Again
€ pencil moved rapidly,
“We are sightseers in New Haven. We would
th
| like a front room, with a large closet, for a
day or so.” pet
She noticed that the young couple carried
no baggage, but their tired faces awakened
er sympathy. She motioned them inside,
| Stopping before one, of the front rooms, she
opened the door. The young man stepped in.
His eyes rested briefly upon the comfortable
| opened a closed door and peered inside the spa-
| cious closet. Then he pulled out his pad,
Wrote a few words, and held out @ message to
the landlady.
_ “We'll take it,” she read, and promptly
scrawled underneath: “Tt will be five dollars.”
| The young man produced a thick roll of
bills and peeled off the required amount. There
was one other question. He penned it rapidly:
» “Do we need a pass key?”
Captain of Detectives Henry
J. Donnelly (above Jett), in
charge of the investigation of
the mysterious death of a
Pretty deaf-mute, assigned
Sergeant Tuttle, the co-
author—now. Chief of Police
at West Haven, Connecticut
—to solve the baffling case
From New Haven Police
Headquarters (lett), Captain
Donnelly directed the search
for the killer, and supervised
the numerous inquiries made
, throughout New England, in
a tireless effort to establish
the ‘identity of the victim
“In a boarding house along
Crown Street, New Haven
* (tight), a sinister crime was
enacted -on Easter Sunday,
While gaily dressed throngs
Paraded past her window, a
young woman, ‘unable to ut-
ter a cry for help, struggled
desperately for her life
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down his cheeks.
“That is my wife,” he wrote. “It’s bad.
What happened?”
I drew out the newspaper clippings for
him to read. These stated that she was
thought to be the victim of foul play. He
read them slowly.
“It is my wife,” he reiterated. ‘He
must have killed her.”
’ We grilled the man as best we could
with pencil and paper, in an effort to
learn who the mysterious “he” was. Cas-
telli answered that he didn’t know and
had no knowledge which would help in
tracking him down.” ‘
De Martini beckoned the Captain and
me to one side.
“We did some inquiring about the
apartment house.,” he said. “Ever since
the husband received that card he’s been
trying to sell his furniture.”
“Show us.that post-card your wife sent
you from New Haven,” Jones wrote and
shoved the message across to the disconso-
late husband.
Tea ane pulled a card from his
pocket and handed it over. There was
a photograph of the courthouse on one
side; on the reverse side was the message: *
I am going to elope with a man.
; (Signed) WIFE
I glanced at the postmark: It was
mailed from New Haven on Easter Sun-
day and cancelled at 6:10 p. m. I drew
out from the envelope, the message given
Mrs. Munson by the dead girl. As we
compared the two handwritings, certain
inconsistencies became obvious. De Mar-
tini was the first to speak.
“That woman never wrote this post-
card,” he exclaimed. “There is a resem-
blance but it ends there. The capital let-
ters, for example, are totally unlike.”
Jones pushed another penned remark
to Castelli.
“Your wife never sent that message. It
is not her handwriting.”
“My wife wrote that card,” the man
replied. “I would know her handwriting
anywhere.” : ;
He tore the reply from the pad and
started to shove it into his pocket. Jones
reached across the desk and grabbed it.
He placed it on the blotter beside the
card. We compared them.
“Look. at the word ‘wife’,” exclaimed
“They’re done by the same
hand.”
Other. similarities appeared, although’
the handwriting on the post-card was dis-
guised. Jones accused the husband of
writing the message. THe mute denied
the charge with an emphatic shake of
his head, but the Captain remained un-
convinced,
“J think we have the murderer in that
chair,” he said bluntly, and wrote: “You
killed your wife.”
“No, no, no!” Castelli scribbled. «
Coroner Mix arrived. When the hus-
band saw the stained, white .beaded dress,
the black fur coat and the dark straw
hat, he broke down completely.
“Those were Annie’s,” he penned in a
trembling hand.
“And you killed her,” one of the detec-
tives said, forgetting the man was deaf.
Castelli buried his head in his hands.
I turned to Jones. He nodded. Mix left
the room to return with Mrs. Munson. As
she entered, one of the detectives shook
the mute’s shoulder. The latter raised
his head to look straight into the face of
the New Taven lundhidy.
She returned his. stare.
“Who is he?” she asked blankly. “This
is nol the man who came lo my house bo
ask for a room.”
“Not the man!? exelatmed both Jones
and myself, hardly able to beheve our
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ears. “Are you sure?”
“Positive,” she replied. “They both
have dark hair and dark eyes, but the
resemblance ends there.”
“Then who did kill her?” inquired Mix.
Captain Jones called Cassidy and De
Martini to one side. Giving some orders
’ in a low voice, the detectives agreed and
hurried. out. A cryptic smile twisted the
Captain’s mouth. ,
“I’m playing a hunch that may bring
results,” he said mysteriously.
The tedious written examination pro-
ceeded: The husband reiterated again
and again that he knew no more than he
had already given us. Acting on informa-
tion supplied by him, the Captain notified
the dead girl’s mother, Mrs. Vincenzio
_Fortia and her son Joseph, and_ they
shortly appeared at the station. When
shown the clothing brought down from
New Haven, Mrs. Fortia confirmed the
‘ husband’s identification although it was
very evident no love was lost between
Castelli and his mother-in-law. The son
led the hysterical mother away, and Jones
swung in his chair to face the deaf-mute.
“There must be somebody you suspect,”
he wrote.
The man hesitated, thought deeply, and —
then replied:
“T can only think of Anthony Massie.
She divorced him to marry me.”
_At|this moment, Cassidy and De Mar-
tini reentered. Cassidy gave the Captain
a flat package wrapped in brown paper.
“We went through his apartment as
you instructed,” he said. “These were
all we could find.”
Jones broke the cord and a dozen or
' more) photographs tumbled out on the
desk.. There were studio portraits. and
snapshots; post-card pictures and ‘colored
enlargements; men old and young, some
- smooth-faced and some with mustaches.
Jones moved back his papers and spread
them’ out before him.
“Which one is Massie?” he wrote.
ASTELLI picked one out. Jones handed
y it to Mrs. Munson who examined it
critically.
“Never saw him before in my life,” she
stated. ‘
“Take a look at the others,” the Cap-
_ tain suggested,
She slowly began to glance over them.
She stopped at a large studio enlarge-
ment,
The husband caught a glimpse of her
selection. He became excited and seized
his _ pencil. :
“It can’t be him,” he wrote. “He is
my very best friend. There is some mis-
take.” ’
Mrs. Munson watched him write.
“There is no mistake,” she contradicted.
“That is the man. I’d know him any-
. where.”
“Who is he?” Jones asked Castelli.
“Where does he live?” - .
Reluctantly, the husband informed the
‘police. The man’s name was Frank Vet-
ter, a vaudeville performer, who spe-
cialized in exhibition bag-punching. He
lived on King Street, Brooklyn. At first,
Castelli insisted he did not know the
house number; finally he gave it. Jones
turned to Cassidy.
“Go over to that address with Sergeant
Tuttle and sce what you can find out.”
By the time we stepped out of doors
again through a Brooklyn subway exit,
it was early afternoon. We went at once
to the King Street address and found. it
to be an apartment building housing more
than thirty families. ‘There was no way
the Vetter apartment could be located.
People began to eye us suspiciously and
Cassidy drew me away. .
“We won't get anywhere trying to go in
as police officers,” he said. “They will
“This is the man,” she asserted. ,
~ “HOW DOES AGNES EVER -
SATISFY HER CHILDREN
BETWEEN MEALS
WITHOUT SPOILING
THEIR APPETITES 2".
HERE'S HOW she does it, She
keeps. several. packages of. this
famous peppermint gum in the
house. The youngsters love if.
P.S. So do grown-ups!
or "ONE OF AMERICA'S
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close up the instant we begin to question
them. Let’s take the easier way.”
I followed him back down the street for
several blocks. He stopped, and we en-
tered a large brick building. When we
emerged a few minutes later, we were, to
all intents and purposes, Board of Health
Inspectors with visibly displayed badges.
“We're going back to King Street,” said
Cassidy, eyes twinkling. “Unless I’m
very much mistaken, Brooklyn is in for
a serious epidemic,”
Back in the apartment house, we went
from. door to door, beginning with the
basement. Nobody escaped. At each
apartment we took the names, business
addresses and listings of all occupants. We
examined children’s throats and ears, and
secured the family history. We finally
found the Vetter family tucked away on
the fourth floor,
“Ts this all of you?” Cassidy asked as
he ran through his now familiar routine.
~ E have one other member in the
family,” an elderly woman answered.
“That is my boy, Frank, He is playing
in a theatre over in New York. I don’t
expect him home until five o’clock.”
Cassidy dismissed the matter as unim-
portant.
“There’ll be more inspectors along in
a day or two,” he remarked. “T’ll make
a note for them to see him and check
this information.” ;
Then we were off ringing doorbells again
at another apartment. It was 4:30 when
we finally finished. We crossed the street
and stepped inside a doorway. From
where we stood in this building, we could
easily watch the apartment entrance
across the street and also get an unob-
structed view for several blocks in either
direction. There we waited. At a few min-
utes past five, the New York detective
nudged my arm.
“That looks like him coming now.”
“Tt does look like his picture,” I agreed.
As he came closer we realized it was
Vetter. He_ walked leisurely along, sus-
pecting nothing. Cassidy waited until
our quarry almost reached the entrance
to the apartment house across the street.
“Stay out of sight but be ready for any-
thing,” the detective warned,
e man was now turning into the op-
posite doorway.
Cassidy sprang out on the sidewalk.
“Frank! Oh, Frank!” he hailed.
The man paid no heed and disappeared
through the entrance doors.
“Quick,” Cassidy ordered, “this is a
tough neighborhood., I want to get him
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before the whole place is aroused.”
ve ran across the street, making the
doorway together, Frank was half-way
down the hall. He never made the stairs.
We were upon him and dragged him
back. This time we flashed our real
badges.
Vetter remained calm but. alert. Be-
neath his coat, I could feel powerful mus-
cles tensed for a break. We gave him no
opportunity. Crowding him into a pass-
ing taxicab, we drove back to the Third
Branch Police Station.
Castelli was seated at a desk in a cor-
ridor outside the Captain’s office when
we brought his friend in. He raised his
head from his hands and reach for a pen-
cil.
“Not him!” the husband wrote, and held
up the paper so we could sce.
We passed by Castelli without speaking,
as we took Vetter into the Captain’s office.
The door closed behind us. Mrs. Munson
started up from her seat. Her eyes never
left_ the prisoner's face.
“This time you’ve got him,” she said,
“He’s even wearing the same gray over-
coat I was telling you about.”
“Did you kill Mrs. Castelli?” Jones
wrote upon his pad.
Vetter read it. There was no change
of expression as he raised his eyes to
steadily meet the Captain’s gaze.
“No, I did not,” he penned in reply, and
his manner carried conviction.
An hour passed. Another hour. Out-
side, Castelli grew more and more ner-
vous. His restless eyes traveled constant-
ly to the Captain’s office. Once the door
swung open. He stretched his neck to
peer inside and saw us crowded about,
watching Vetter write. As Castelli con.
tinued to stare, Jones looked up and or-
dered the door closed.
Despite the positive identification of
rs. Munson, Vetter still denied that he
had killed Annie Castelli. More hours
ticked away, and we were getting no-
where. There came a light tap on the
door. An officer entered to say that Cas-
telli had asked for more paper. A’ few
more minutes and this same policeman
returned with a folded note, addressed
to Coroner Mix, from Castelli.
“If you will come out and see me,” the
paper read, “I am willing to tell you all
I know.”
Mix went into the corridor but the hus-
band had suffered a change of heart. He
had nothing to say.
“Very well,” Mix wrote, “but this is
your last chance. There’s really nothing
you can tell us. We’ve learned all there
is to know.”
Hatred shone from the doaf-mute’s eyes
us Mix vanished inside the office. Jor
moments he sat poised in his seat like a
crouching animal. Nervous fingers beat a
tattoo on the desk before him.
When Mix returned to the room he
held Castelli’s message in such a way that
it could not help but excite the curiosity
of Vetter. .His anxiety mounted as one
after another read this note and then shot
accusing glances toward the prisoner seated
beneath powerful lamps. After an ap-
parent conference, Jones penned a short
message which we all read and okayed.
The Captain handed it to the prisoner.
“Castelli says you killed his wife,” it
read. “Afterwards you stole the jewelry
and disposed of it.”
Vetter’s eyes flashed angrily.
“I didn’t kill his wife,” his pencil wrote.
“As for the jewelry—he gave it to me.”
“Tf that is true, you’d best tell us just
what happened,” Jones advised, “Other-
wise we are preferring a first degree mur-
der charge against you.”
Vetter seized the pencil and began to
write. Accustomed as we were to crimi-
nal investigations, we were totally unpre-
pared for'the tale which followed.
In the meantime Castelli had sat with
his eyes fixed upon the closed door. It
was two o’clock in the morning before he
finally reached for the pencil. He scribbled
a short note and motioned to the police
officer standing near by.
N the midst of the slow and long
drawn out examination of Vetter, the
officer entered with Castelli’s note. All
bravado had gone. He was willing to tell
us everything he knew.
As both men, on bits of paper, began to
relate what had occurred, both Jones and
I realized we were face to face with a
cold-blooded plot almost beyond belief.
Joseph Castelli’s age was twenty-five;
Frank Vetter’s twenty-three. They had
been pals since boyhood school days,
drawn together by the same bond of
unfortunate affliction. Their affection grew
with the years, stimulated by the reali-
zation they were forever sct off from the
rest of the world, doomed to live in per-
petual silence where even thoughts may
become warped and twisted.
Two years before, Castelli had met a
man by the name of Anthony Massie, Al-
though not deaf and dumb, he had learned
the sign language from his wife who was
a mute. The two became friends, After
sever:! invitations, Castelli was persuaded
to ' Massie’s home where he met his
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Mrs. Munson saw the tender, battered lips twitch and open,
But. in the ceric silence there exame no sound,
“Who are you?” the landlady asked ina tense Voice,
The lips’ moved. Strange sounds cane from her throat.
One hand opened and closed convulsively as weak fineops
sought to spell in the sign language.
Then a portly man elhowed his way through the crowd.
Tt was the doctor, He knelt on the floor by the voune woman,
opened his instrument. ease and made a rapid examination,
“Hemorrhage,” he diagnosed,
Mrs. Munson had been swiftly inspecting the room,
walked over to the low window
seat that looked out over the
street, and stared at the glass
panes, washed and cleaned only
the day before. As the doctor
spoke, she returned to his side.
“Are you sure there is no mis-
take?” she questioned. “Tt looks
to me as though that woman had
been badly beaten.”
The doctor smiled patroniz-
ingly.
“Tt does have that appear-
ance,” he agreed. “She may have
been strieken with a fit. When
the hemorrhage came on, she
must have fallen, striking her
head against the edge of some
furniture.”
At that moment the keen eyes
of Mrs. Munson saw a small
Overturned bottle beneath the
bed. A skull with cross bones
Stared at her as she picked up
the vial. The label was plainly
marked porson. She called it to
the doctor’s attention,
She
Joseph Castelli
(right), underwent
tedious examina-
“ , tion by the police,
We'd best rush her to the fon -all euwetiens
hospital. We'll Wash it out of and answers had to
rer system and give her chance
to talk.”
“She'll never talk, Doctor,” the
landlady said. “The girl is deaf
and dumb,”
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be relayed with
Pencil and paper
It was two o'clock on Monday,
April 26th, twenty-two hours
after all this occurred, that I was
called into the case. At that time I was a sergeant in the
Detective Bureau of the New Haven Police Department un-
der Captain of Detectives Henry J. Donnelly, an alert and
r shrewd deductive ability had helped
young deaf-mute has just died at the New Haven Hos-
There are some very suspicious and
h” he said.
thought. she shad taken poison but no traces could be found
i k a room with a man thought to be
her husband, early yesterday morning. He slipped out shortly
before she was found and hasn’t been seen, | wish you would
“investigate and see what it is all about.”
_ Briefly he sketched the few known facts which had come to
be referred to him officially.
' X-rays revealed that the woman had sustained serious head
injuries. On Monday morning, her condition became critical,
and surgeons decided upon a very delicate operation, The
Donnelly sent several
men to the hospital. i
: local cigar maker, who was able to converse in the deaf and
dumb sign language. It was hoped she might disclose im-
portant. i i i :
‘ Shortly before one o’clock, the woman died. Medical Exam-
iner M. M. Scarbrough at once got in touch with Mix. The
Coroner ordered’ that a further Investigation be made.
“The Medieal Examiner Just telephoned Mix's office and
Mix got in toueh with me,” the Captain of Detectives con-
Chaided, “Scarbrough thinks death was due te blows on the
head by some heavy blunt Instrument, Post-mortem exam-
mation has revealed a fractured skull and other bruises. |
wish vou would take a stenographer and go up to the Cor-
oner’s office right away.”
“Who is this woman?” J asked.
“Nobody knows,” Donnelly replied. “For sole reason or
another, Mrs. Munson did not learn their names, (heir busi-
hess or where they came from.”
I called our police photograph-
er and made arrangements for a,
photograph to be made at once
of the dead girl, for identifica-
tion purposes. Then I picked up
# stenographer and went down
to see Mix. There was little more
he could add to the facts already
in my possession. We hurried to
the Crown Street lodging house.
Mrs. Munson wis very much
upset. So were the boarders
from whom ] secured stenogra-
phic statements. ‘The landlady
said she had been hurrying to get
to church when the strange eou-
ple arrived, They appeared xo
lired that she had thought she
would not bother to have them
sign the register until she re-
turned from ehureh. But they
were out when she got back, and
she had not gone to their room
again until the body was dis.
covered,
“What did the man look like?”
“He was about twenty-eight,
very good looking, with sharp
black eves and dark hair,” Mrs,
Munson said. “Le wore a lieht
gray overcoat and had on a black
and white cap dotted with red.”
“Did you notice What color
suit he was Wearing?”
“Blue. serge,” » she replied
promptly, “A respectable, good-
looking couple they were. So
well-groomed and. ‘such perfect
manners, with him acting as though he was crazy over her,
T thought they might be bride and groom. He had money,
too. When he paid his rent, he took it from a big roll he had
in his pocket.”
Additional questioning disclosed
five feet, eight inches tall, smooth-faced with a dark com-
plexion. And he was Wearing a bright green tie.
“What about the Poison?” I asked. “Where did it come
from?” | . i
“I don’t know,” Mrs, Munson replied, “It wasn’t there the
day before when the room was cleaned. Ag you know, it
was an empty iodine bottle,”
“Did the girl have a pocketbook with her?”
xi might have, although I didn’t see it and I haven't
been able to find any ‘in her room, . :
off her gloves, I noticed she was Wearing two diamond rings,
Frank Vetter
Cleft), vaudeville
performer, was
identified as the
man who accom-
panied the attrac-
tive deaf-mute to
the boarding house
that: the man was about
wae at least five hundred apiece if they were worth a
nickel, ieee ;
“Did she have them on when you found her?”
don’t. remember. Now that you speak of it, I can’t
recall that she did,” Mrs. Munson said thoughtfully. “But
you can find that out at the hospital.”
The upholstery wag stained.
wicker chair directly in front of the (Continued on page 96)
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large closet, a drab, reddish-brown trail
led to the .low window seat.
4 Mrs. Munson regarded my inspection
j with keen interest.
“I noticed those marks on the window,
yesterday afternoon,” she said.
Dark fingerprints traced in sinister out-
line the impression of the victim’s hands
against the white wooden sashes. Several
marks, upon otherwise spotless panes of
glass, showed too plainly the fruitless ef-
forts of a woman unable to speak, striving
to attract the attention of the passers-by.
But her attempts must have gone un-
noticed because of the howling gale.
“One of the lodgers stated that when he
first heard the noises in the room, he tried
to open, the door and found it blocked,”
I said. “Some minutes later you tried
the door and found that it opened freely.
How do you account for it? Do you think
the woman had fallen against the door,
and later, becoming confused when she
recovered consciousness, crept away in-
stead of opening it to summon help? Was
would make you suspect that this might.
be, the case?” '
The landlady hesitated.
“w SUPPOSE that is what really hap-
pened,” she agreed, “and yet——”
She paused. I urged her to continue.
“T can’t get that closet out of my mind,”
she confessed. “The man in his note said
he would not take a room unless it had
-a large closet. I can’t help but wonder
/if he wasn’t hiding in the closet when we
came ‘in.”- .
°3°“But‘ you: would have seen him when he
slipped out,” I..objected. ". a
.. “I suppose I would. But the hall was
dimly lighted,: this room was dark, and
“we were all excited.”: ;
-geén him only a few minutes before.”
>. “He wasn’t sure,” the landlady pointed
out. “He said he thought he saw a stran-
met the man leaving, as he himself came
in the outside door.. You know, Sergeant,
‘ness account.” She paused once more.
“T can’t help thinking that the closet
played a more important part than we
realize in what:went on in this room.”
“Have you any of the notes: which the
mute man wrote?” fu Neate S,
_ “He kept them all,” she answered. “Kept
slipping them into his pocket as fast as
-he wrote them. © But I’ve: got one from
- the girl. Came across it in my room this
«morning : i e
Mrs. Munson disappeared for a few mo-
“ments and’ then returned with a small
‘sheet of cheap white paper, pad size, such
-as is carried by stationery and all five-
-and-ten cent stores. I could find no water-
marks or other outstanding characteris-
‘tics whereby it could be traced. The mes-
‘sage had been written in-a clear, flowing
-hand with a medium-soft lead pencil. I
placed the brief note carefully inside an
envelope, intending to: have it processed
for latent fingerprints. Then the press of
other matters occupied my mind. I didn’t
realize for some time what valuable secrets
this small-slip of paper would reveal.
~. Further questioning and examination
‘uncovered no information of. tangible
Nor could all the lodgers be reached for
‘statements. I left, saying that I would
-return later. k
At the hospital, I discovered that the
girl did not wear any diamond rings or
‘other’ articles of jewelry when she was
there anything about the body which .
“But one of your lodgers said he had»
ger standing by‘ this door. Later’ he said he
how hard it is to get an accurate eye-wit-.
value. There were no helpful fingerprints.
True Detective Mysteries
The Kiss of Death
(Continued from page 16)
admitted as a patient. T found that a
photograph had already been made, and
the body taken to undertaking parlors
on Chapel Street. to await identification.
Down at the New Haven Railroad sta-
tion, I questioned ticket agents and other
employees who were on duty the pre-
vious afternoon. The ticket agent in charge
was.not there but was expected at any
moment. I waited until he came. His
eyes narrowed as I described the man.
“A chap answering that description. was
here at the window yesterday afternoon
at five o’clock,” he replied. .“Asked for a
ticket to Springfield, Massachusetts, and
paid for it from a large ro]l of bills. He
hung around the station until the train
came in. But he wasn’t a mute. Asked
for his ticket in as good a voice as any
one else.”
On the chance this might be the man
for whom we were searching, I immedi-
ately set inquiries afoot among Spring-
field and railroad police. I knew it would
take some time to check this lead, so J
drove back downtown to the undertaking
rooms.
Here, I carefully examined the dead
girl’s effects after [earning from the under-
taker that the body had no birthmarks,
moles or scars which might help us de-
termine her identity. Her clothing of ex-
pensive material showed careful — dis-
crimination. There were no identifying
marks in the green lining of the black
fur coat or the dark straw hat. No hint
as to where they had been originally pur-
chased. I picked up her modish shoes
and inspected the lining under a strong
light to find that the dealer’s name had
been obliterated by. wear. |
Only one piece of clothing in the entire
ensemble struck a discordant note. This
‘was a cheaply made 5 5 of sleazy material.
When I held: it up I could see that it
had been clumsily fashioned; a closer in-
spection revealed details that made me
jump to the instant conclusion that this
undergarment might have been turned
out in mass production at some institution
where the victim had been an inmate. :
. wis the Springfield clue fresh in’ my
mind, I thought of the Clarke School
for the Deaf, in Northampton, Massachu-
setts, where Mrs. Calvin Coolidge had
once taught. I telegraphed the physical de-
scription of the mute woman to the au-
thorities there, in an attempt to learn
if she had ever been registered as an
inmate, teacher or employee. Later that
same night, I received word that she was
not known there. Simultaneously |our
lead on the alleged husband also blew
up. |
I secured a list of other New England
institutions for the deaf and dumb, and
made ..inquiries by telegraph. All blanks.
So far, I had been working on the assump-
tion that the two had come from that
section of the country. I realized that
this might be wrong. In New York City,'
only eighty miles to the south, I recalled
the Highbrides Institute operated solely
for the aid of such unfortunates. Perhaps
I could: learn something there. |
Early the next day, I caught the morn-
ing train for New York. As this institute
was in upper Manhattan, I got off) the .
train at 125th Street, going at once to a
near-by police station to see my friend,
Captain William Jones, in charge of that
recinct then known as the Third Branch.
felt certain that he could advise me how
to proceed and whom to contact. When
I entered his office, he pulled up a chair
and pushed a box of cigars my way.
“What brings you down to the |
town?” he asked.
I replied that I was trying to get a |i
on a young girl thought to have he
murdered on Easter Sunday in a Ne
Haven lodging house. ?
“You don’t happen to have a_ pretty
deaf-mute on your Missing Persons lis!
do you?” I inquired.
“By George, that’s queer,” he replied
Rapidly thumbing through a. pile of
papers, he drew out a closely typewritten
sheet and scanned it quickly. “Is. she
small, dark-haired with dark eyes, about
twenty-seven years of age and weighing
ninety-five pounds?”
“That sounds like the very woman
What was she wearing?” I asked, su-
prised,
“A black fur coat with a green si)
lining,” the Captain stated, referring +
his notes.. “Her husband reported th:
disappearance early Monday morning
Said she had sent him a post-card from
New Haven that she was cloping with an-
other man.”
“Who was she?”
“TVER name is Annie Castelli, an
American of Italian descent. She
lived with her husband at 213 East 103r/
Street.”
“Who was the man she cloped with?”
“Said he didn’t know. But wait a
minute.”
He spoke into the telephone. The door
opened and Detectives Patrick Cassidy
and Felix De Martini appeared. Both of
‘ these men I already knew personally and
by reputation. Cassidy, who has since
been promoted to the rank of captain,
talked Italian: fluently and was quick on
the uptake. His ingenuity and fast think-
ing enabled him to get out of perilous
situations which would have sealed the
‘fate of most men. The uncanny skill of
Felix De Martini had already won inter-
national recognition, and’ many of _ his
exciting adventures have been related by
- this famous detective in the pages of True
Derecrive. .
“We want to talk with Joseph Castelli,”
Jones said. “He’s the man at 213 East
103rd Street who reported his wife miss-
ing. Bring him in at once but tell him
nothing.” ‘ ’
I spoke as they started to leave the
office. ;
“Didn’t' you say he had received ‘a
message from his wife from New Haven?”
_Jones ‘turned to the departing detec-
tives. : Wee
“Make. sure he brings back that post-
card he showed me when he was here be-
fore,” he directed.
_ While we waited for them to return, I
telephoned Coroner Mix in New Haven.
I told him I thought we had succeeded in
identifying the dead woman and asked
him to bring Mrs. Munson, the Crown
Street landlady, to New York City at
once, together with the clothes of the
deaf mute. Mix promised to catch the
next train.
“By the way,” Jones observed as I hung
up, “you may have trouble extracting in-
formation: from the girl’s husband. He’s
deaf and dumb, too.”
Shortly after eleven o’clock the detec-
tives returned with Castelli.
. “We think we may have some news
for you regarding your wife,” Jones wrote
on a pad, and pushed it over for him
to read. ‘
The man’s face brightened only to cloud
again as I showed him a’ photograph ob-
viously taken after death. Tears streamed
ht a package of ci
doing this, “a second deat ,
he store, and the two of
ely began conversing jin
| ‘ge. They were obviously
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if-and-dumb men left the |
€ girl’s husband again,”
We'd better talk to hitn
with hard Pencils.”
it and Conroy, Telieved
} other detec.
aptain Jones’ Office pe
t on Joseph Castelli’s
an Innocent evenin Saf
y. “We had to trail
Brooklyn, but he only |
um theatre to see a
got a front-row seat |
uld do was ten rows |
h an acrobatic act, a
song-and-dance rou-
of bag-punching,
‘© acts any better
it then he Walked
- 88 only half over.
t on One Hundred i
now,”
seph Castelli w
aptain Jones’ Office,
rogram in penciled
t Castelli could not :
‘revious statements,
1 not been to New
id not met another
tore ‘there, and he
n off with his wife,
es ordered. “And
Prietor down here
ve got to get an
ctnpespanasie
a new idea, and
next morning. It
@ married woman
mg around with
was not her hus-
‘self talked about
tenant in their
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had a lover,”
another deaf.
Castellis before
(sland. He was
that. I’ve seen
at the crack of
Castelli came
art of it,” the
' came around
| id Joe always
in ryed world,
1gN-language,”
Tuttle asked,
ster morning,”
the two of
len Joe went
ce to the
the other
tment and
“a and two
xington Ave-
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tion that fitted Mrs. Munson’s. “I can tell
you what he does, though,” he added. “He
gave me two tickets to the Palace Theatre
one time—and there he was, up ‘on the
stage: he had a bag-punching act.”
Sergeant Tuttle didn’t need any more in-
formation. The grisly murder of Annie
Castelli shaped up as a complete pattern of
treachery now. The two deaf-mute men
had plotted it together. They had decided
upon a rooming house with a_ large
clothes-closet, in New Haven, as the
safest place for the crime. They had/in-
duced Annie to withdraw her savings and
run away with her bag-punching lover.
Easter Sunday had been decided upon
as the time. So the two return tickets
from New Haven were for Joe Castelli
and his pal. For Annie Castelli wouldn’t
need a return!
Joe had followed them, to locate the
rooming house. Then, around noon, he
had met his accomplice by appointment
while Annie was alone in the restaurant:
During that appointment in the cigar store,
the house key and room keys had been
slipped to Joe, who had left the doors un-
locked when he entered and hid in the
closet. :
When the partner and Annie returned to
the room, she had been maneuvered into
a position near the closet door. Then
Joseph Castelli had suddenly stepped out
and hit her over the head with some heavy,
blunt instrument. She hadn’t a chance.
Castelli’s front row seat in the Brooklyn
Lyceum theatre made sense now, ‘too; it
gave Castelli an‘ opportunity by sign-
language to keep his bag-punching pal
informed about the police investigation.
Sergeant Tuttle, before giving Captain
Jones the grim set-up, phoned the Lyceum
Theatre and talked with the manager, who
readily answered his brief questions. Yes,
they had a deaf-mute performer who was
a bag-punching artist; he would be in the
theater at three o’clock that afternoon; his
name was Frank Vettér; his “address was
469 Park Avenue, Brooklyn.
HA hour later, Tuttle, Conroy .and
Enright found Vetter on the roof of
his apartment house, practicing his vaude-
ville act on a rigged-up bag.
In Captain Jones’ office, Vetter was de-
fiant, denying everything. Even positive
identification by Mrs. Munson and the
janitor of the 103rd Street apartment’
building didnot break him down. - But
three pawn tickets found in his Brooklyn
apartment, did. The tickets were for
Annie Castelli’s three missing diamond
rings.
Frank Vetter confessed, verifying Ser-
geant Tuttle’s final ‘analysis of the mur-
der, and even explaining how he’ had got,
Annie to take off her outer. clothing in the
New Haven rooming. house and pad pre-
tended to.embrace her while hé actually
was maneuvering her into a position where
Joseph Castelli, her husband, could step
out of the closet and slug her from behind
with a short, heavy lead pipe.
Then Joseph Castelli, confronted with
his murder partner’s signed confession, also
broke down and confessed. There were no
discrepancies in the two signed statements..
Returned to New Haven, Connecticut,
the two.deaf-mutes went on trial in Crimi-
nal Superior Court on a charge of first-
degree murder. Because all of the testi-
mony had to be written out for them or
translated into deaf-mute sign language,
the trial took 16 days.
The verdict was “guilty of murder in the
first degree.”
Judge Joel A. Reed pronounced the
sentence of death by hanging. And in
February, 1917, at the Connecticut State
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house. The money found in his drawer,
and possibly the similarity of. handwritings,
pointed to that conclusion. .
Against this theory was the puzzling
problem of the clothes-closet. Why had it
apparently been so important as to size
‘when there were nowhere nearly enough
clothés to make it essential? And why had
side it long enough to make such deep im-
pressions in the dust?
Added to this was the vital fact that
Mrs. Munson had described an entirely
different man than Joseph Castelli as
Annie’s consort.
“A sharp criminal lawyer,” Tuttle con-
cluded, “would wreck the theory of sus-
picion against Castelli in any jury trial for
murder.”
wrecked it completely.. A police officer
ushered’ her into Captain Jones’ office, and
} a moment later the policeman holding Cas-
telli brought him in also. Castelli .and
the New Haven landlady looked at each
other and nothing happened, not even a
glimmer of the vaguest recognition. Cas-
telli was taken out again and Mrs. Munson
stated flatly: “This trip was for nothing.
I never saw that man in my life.” —
Then the final blow to suspicion against
Castelli came in on the phone from the
police handwriting expert:
“Joseph Castelli positively did not write
that New Haven postcard. And with only
Annie Castelli’s signature on the library
card, it’s guess-work whether she herself
wrote the. message.”
Captain Jones had to release Joseph
Castelli, but as a police precaution he put
Detectives Conroy and Enright tailing him,
since this was now a murder case without
any provable clues. And, at police ex-
pense, he asked Mrs. Munson to stay over
in’ New York another day, and provided
hotel accommodations for her.
The Castelli apartment was closer to
the 125th, Street railroad station than
Grand Central Station, so Tuttle tried the
125th Street Station first—and got results.
Only one ticket window there had been
open on Easter Sunday, he learned, and
the ticket seller ‘then on duty, Albert
Banks, was now on duty.
“Yes,” Banks told him, “I remember the
couple you’re interested in. Deaf and
dumb, and the girl was young and pretty.
I can’t describe ‘the man, because he
handed me a note asking for two tickets
round-trip to New Haven, and I was busy
with that. They went out on the platform,
but a minute later another deaf-mute—a
man—came to my window and handed me
another note asking for a one-way ticket
to New Haven. All I can remember about
him is that he was taller than the fellow
with ‘the girl.”
That was all the ticket agent could tell
Tuttle. Yet it was plenty, and again
changed the whole aspect of the killing of
Annie Castelli. Three deaf-mutes riding
the same Easter morning train to New
Haven, with only two return tickets—and
one of them, the girl, left in a New Haven
a house, dead from a blow on her
ead.
Donnelly stil] had severa lof his men
prowling the New Haven district near the
Munson rooming house, and they had
found a cigar-store proprietor who re-
membered having seen. two deaf-mute
men, besides the deaf-mute girl.
The girl and her companion, the cigar-
store proprietor had stated, went into a
restaurant about noon that Easter Sun-
day. A few minutes later the man came
out, of the restaurant, entered the. cigar
|: induced her"
--| ‘to withdraw her savings on some pretext,
| and killed her. in Mrs. Munson’s rooming °
the man in sharp-pointed shoes stood in- |
Mrs. Munson, a few. minutes “later,” o:
. tives, came into Captain Jones’ office at
AG nae Aig a aimee
store and bought a package of cigarettes.
While he was doing this, a second deaf-
mute entered the store, and the two of
them immediately began conversing in
their sign-language. They were obviously
+ friends. ‘
After a fast and seemingly excited silen'
talk, the two deaf-and-dumb men left the
store together. The first went back to the
restaurant. The second man went off in
the direction of the rooming house. The
cigar-store proprietor gave accurate de-
scriptions also; the'‘deaf-mute with the
girl was the same man whom Mrs, Munson
had described, and the. second man ap-
parently was the tall one who had followed
them onto the train at 125th Street in
New York.
“It looks like the girl’s husband again,”
Tuttle declared. “We'd better talk to him
some more—and with hard pencils.” —
_ Detectives Enright and Conroy, relieved
of their tailing detail by two other detec- .
See
this point to report on Joseph Castelli’s
actions.
“That guy spent an innocent evening,”
Conroy said wearily. “We had to trail
him all the way to Brooklyn, but he only
went into the Lyceum theatre to see a
vaudeville show. He got a front-row seat,
and the best we could do was ten rows
back. We sat through an acrobatic act, a
trained-dogs act, a song-and-dance rou-
tine, and an exhibition of bag-punching.
I guess he didn’t like the acts any better
than we did, because right then he walked
out on the show and it was only half over.
He’s in his apartment on One Hundred
and Third Street right now.”
| igen midnight Joseph Castelli . was
brought back to Captain Jones’ office,
and the police quiz program in penciled
notes began again. But Castelli could not
be budged from his previous statements.
He insisted that he had not been to New
Haven on Easter, he had not met: another
deaf-mute in a cigar store ‘there, and he
had no idea who had run off with his wife.
“Lock him up,” Jones ordered. “And
“ that cigar-store proprietor down here
rom Connecticut. We've got to get an
identification.”
Sergeant Tuttle had a new idea, and
acted upon it early the next morning. It
‘had occurred to him that a married woman
like Annie Castelli, playing around with
another deaf-mute who was.not her. hus-
band, would have got herself talked about
by some sharp-tongued tenant in their
_ apartment building. Bill Striebel, the jani-
tor at the 103rd Street building, turned out
to be the one.
“Sure, Annie Castelli had a lover,”
Striebel said. “The guy, another deaf-
mute, was around with the Castellis before
Joe went to Blackwell’s Island. He was
here with her plenty after that. I’ve seen
him leave their apartment at the crack of
drawn quite a few times.”
“How about after Joe Castelli came
home from the Island?” .
“That’s the surprising part of it,” the
janitor declared. “This guy came around
just the same. And he and Joe always
acted like the best friends in the world,
laughing and joking in their sign-language.”
“When was he here last?” Tuttle asked.
“Around seven o’clock Easter morning,”
Striebel answered. “I saw the two of
them out on the street. Then Joe went
over and stood in the entrance to the
building opposite this one, and the other
deaf-mute went up to their apartment and
came down with Annie Castelli and two
suitcases. They went down Lexington Ave-
nue and Joe followed them.”
Tuttle held back the tenseness creeping
into him. “Know the fellow’s name?”
The janitor didn’t, but he gave a descrip-
formation.
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and destinies. The
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tree-shaded streets, band
tered about their new victrolas. And, as at ay times,
The couple approaching the New
Haven, Connecticut, lodging house on
Easter morning, April 25, were unusually
handsome and attentive to each other.
; Although no spoken word passed bet-
i ween them, their fluttering hands were
i; never still. They paused before the lodg-
ing house, and the man pointed at the
“Furnished Rooms" sign and looked at
his companion. She smiled agreement
and they mounted the steps and rang the
bell. They were oblivious of a driving
snowstorm.
Inside, Mrs. F.T. Munson, hair done
up in paper curlers, was readying for
? church. It was now past 10 a.m. and she
[ frowned when she heard the doorbell. As
she opened the door, Mrs. Munson was
Frank Vetter, the family friend
who enticed Annie Castelli to a
Hew Haven boarding house
where a slayer was waiting.
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NEW ENGLAND CRIME CLASSIC
Based On An Interview With The Late
Former Police Chief Of West Haven,
was exciting,
burgeoning technology. The Great
flamboyant worlds of aviation and film ma
for ragtime and vaudeville, of trolley cars an
4
.. Capt. Henry J. Donnelly of the New Haven
Police Dept. took complete charge of the
mysterious murder.
Haven Police Headquarters, from which '
slaying of deaf mute spread throughout New 3
3 England and into New York City.
Mutes Gant
Bloody Murder’
by CURT NORRIS ;
Harry W. Tuttle,
Connecticut.
a curious mix of Victorian tranquility and
War was already shaping future mores¢7
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concerts, and large porches with families clus- qi
it was a year for lovers.
hair pointed to the “Furnished Rooms}
sign in the window. The other hand wet
to his mouth and he shook his head. Wheat?
he saw that Mrs. Munson remained pujiiee
zled and impatient, he removed a pend ;
and writing pad from his gray top coat a Riss
wrote: .
“We are both deaf and dumb.”* T! ?
landlady nodded understandingly and tag
pencil again scratched against the pa
**We are sightseers in New Haven,” tii
message continued. ‘We would like Siigacsanisid
front room for a day or so with a lange
closet.”
Mrs. Munson was a proper landlad
and she noted with disapproval that t
couple carried no luggage. Burt th¢
seemed tired and this awakened her sy
pathy, so she motioned them inside. S
opened the door to one of the front roo
on the second floor and the young mé
stepped in, noting the comfortable f
nishings with approval. He opened t
closet door and carefully examined
spacious interior. The man pulled out
aware of the church bells, the freak April
snowstorm and the striking couple stand-
ing before her.
She waited for them to speak. Instead,
the well-dressed man with the dark, curly
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example of man’s inhumanity towards man.’ Those
words came from the lawman who had to come
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pad and the pencil and scribbled another
message: “We'll take it.”
Then the landlady took the pad. "It will
be five dollars,”* she wrote.
He pulled out a thick roll of bills and
peeled off the required amount. Then he
rapidly penned another question, *‘Do we
need a passkey?”
““No,’’ the landlady wrote in reply.
**We keep it under a corner of the front
doormat.”
Now the girl took the pad. The land-
lady watched the small, dark-haired,
well-formed beauty as she scribbled a few
words on the pad, tore off the sheet and
handed it to Mrs. Munson:
** Thanks for your kindness,”* the mes-
sage read. The landlady, described as
**much given to lace and frills," hurried
away to make ready for church, the note
still in her hand.
Inside the room, the girl slipped from
her black fur coat and placed it upon the
bed. Clad in a tight-fitting, white-beaded
dress, she turned towards the man who
was raising the shades to the top. Then he
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faced the woman and they met in a cling-
ing embrace.
They moved over to the window seat,
their fingers and hands making the nimble
signs of the deaf and dumb language as
they chatted on and on. The hallway was
deserted when they again appeared, dres-
sed for the street. They went out and
mingled with the gaily-dressed Easter
crowds and it was mid-afternoon before
they returned to the Crown Street lodging
house. The man raised the doormat,
found the passkey, and opened the door.
He returned the key and the pair stepped
inside.
Secure from the chill wind which was
rising outside, the man helped the girl
remove her hat and coat. Solicitously, he
pushed a large wicker chair from near the
window toa spot just in front of the closed
closet door. They embraced and then the
girl sank back in the chair, her eyes
gleaming as she watched the man’s fin-
gers form amorous messages.
He stooped to kiss her again. As she
leaned forward with closed eyes to re-
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ceive his caress, the closet door slowly
began to open...
At 4:30 p.m., Mrs. Munson, alerted by,
excited voices in the hall, hurried from
her room. She found several of her boar-
ders standing before the closed door of
the deaf mutes’ room. One of the lodgers
said he had heard sounds of a struggle in
the room some moments earlier, but
couldn't gain entrance. The landlady§ Y
turned the door handle.
The door swung silently on its hinges
and the gloomy light revealed an appar-§
ently deserted room. Mrs. Munson snap-§
ped on the electric lightswitch and the
shrank back in shock. The girl lay on theF’
floor at her feet, her white dress drenched
with blood, head and shoulders covered}
by a crimson-streaked quilt half pulled]
from the bed. |
Mrs. Munson forced herself to pull the) .
cover to one side and noticed that the}
eyelids flickered in the battered face. She}
yelled for someone to get a doctor, and)
her sister sprang to the telephone. Mrs.
Munson took in the bloody details of the)
room and then she studied the faces of the},
shocked onlookers. ‘‘Where’s her hus-Fg
band?" she asked. “
The meek-looking lodger who oc
cupied a small room on the back of thei
third floor replied, ‘If you're looking fo
a man in gray topcoat, wearing a black
and-white plaid cap, he’s gone. I saw hi
hurrying down the hall half an hour ago.
said ‘hello’ to him, but he acted very e
cited and didn’t reply.”
Another man spoke up. ** That woma
on the floor. She's trying to talk."’ The
battered lips twitched and opened, but nd
sound came forth.
‘*Who are you?’ the landlady asked., Strange sibberisli aad croaking noise
i 2 ‘ s fil-
The lips moved and the throat worked led the room. Then the swathed fittgers
‘ ‘| Sought to spell something in sign lan-
{ Suage.
_ The portly form of the doctor elbowed
i . way through the crowd and knelt by
) the unknown girl. He opened his instru-
| ment case and made a rapid examination.
{ Hemorrhage,”* he reported.
Mrs. Munson, who had been inspecting
Deaf mute Joseph Castelli re-
Ported the strange disappear-
ance of his wife to N.Y. police.
Copy of the extradition order
which brought Frank Vetter back
to Connecticut to face the conse-
quences of his heinous crime.
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€ room, protested. ‘‘Are you sure there
Frank and Annie stopped at several boarding houses on this block.
isn’t some mistake,” she asked. *‘It looks
to me as though the girl was severely
beaten.”
The physician's tone was patronizing.
“It may have that appearance,”’ he ad-
mitted. * Perhaps she had a fit. When the
hemorrhage came on, she must have fal-
len, striking her head on the edge of some
furniture.”*
As the doctor talked smoothly on, the
landlady’s keen eyes noticed a small bot-
tle lying on its side under the bed. A skull
and crossbones leered over the
“POISON” label. Mrs. Munson called
her find to the doctor's attention.
*‘We'd best rush her to the hospital,”
the physician said. ‘We'll wash it out of
her system and give her achance to talk.”
**She'll never talk, doctor,’ the land-
lady said. **That girl is deaf and dumb.”
I was called into this case at 2 p.m. on
Monday, April 26, 22 hours after all this
had occurred. At that time I was a detec-
tive sergeant with the New Haven Police
Department under Captain of Detectives
Henry J. Donnelly, an alert officer whose
own shrewd deductive abilities had sol-
ved many a puzzling case.
**A young deaf and dumb mute has just
died at New Haven Hospital,’’ Donnelly
told me. ‘‘There are some very mysteri-
ous circumstances surrounding her
death. At first it was thought she had
taken poison but no traces could be
found. She took a room with a man be-
lieved to be her husband early yesterday
morning, but he slipped out shortly be-
fore she was found and hasn't been seen
since. | want you to investigate.”
He told me the few additional facts he
knew. Physicians, he said, had tele-
phoned coroner Eli Mix at 9:30 p.m. Sun-
day, saying the woman had been injured
asa result of a fall or a fit. Mix replied that
if this was the case, it should not be re-
ported to him officially.
Extensive examinations, including
x-rays, revealed the girl had sustained
serious head injuries. When her condi-
tion became critical Monday morning,
the Detective Bureau was notified and
Donnelly sent several men to the hospi-
tal. A local cigar maker, Julius L. Reiger,
went with them because he could com-
municate in the deaf and dumb sign lan-
guage and might get information from the
victim. However, the woman died,shortly
before 1 p.m. without regaining con-
sciousness and Medical Examiner M.M.
Scarbrough called Mix, who in turn or-
dered a further investigation.
‘*Mix just got in touch with me,’ the
chief of detectives concluded. ‘*Scar-
brough thinks death was caused by blows
to the head by some heavy blunt instru-
ment. Post-mortem examination revealed
(continued on page 42)
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the corridor, but tripped as
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t-march fo the scaffold and Con- -
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tw: wreak a man’s neck, .
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‘was adj , The official in charge
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INSIDE DETECTIVE
Midnight
Vendetta
(Continued from page 10)
home in Farrell, flashed past the Hamil-
ton-Haywood corner. He noted a woman
standing uncertainly on the curb.
Wondering about her presence there at
that hour, he stopped his car and ques-
tioned her.
A slim, pretty brunette, she identified
herself as Elvira Nicastro of Baldwin
Avenue, Farrell.
“I want protection from my husband,”
she murmured. “I’m hunting for the police
station.”
“You must have passed it, to get from
your home to here,” Sposito told her. He
sped back to headquarters with the woman
in his car. As they entered the warm,
lighted office, she recoiled at sight of a
broad-shouldered man talking to the ser-
geant.
“It’s him,” she gasped. “My husband!”
Questioned by the captain, the husband
charged that another man had been visit-
ing his wife, an accusation the comely
woman indignantly denied.
“She’s been sleeping downstairs,” the
husband snapped, “and I got suspicious. I
made her change beds with me. Some one
tapped on the window. When I opened it,
a man said, ‘Hello, honey.’ I grabbed for
him, but he got away.”
His wife laughed scornfully at the story.
“IT saw him, F tell you,” her husband
shouted. “It was that crazy barber, Pete
Jemme.”
Sposito managed to pacify the couple,
then sent them home in a police car while
he considered a startling thought that had
struck him.
Did this affair have any connection with
‘the death of Ida Jemme?
Moving quietly, Captain Sposito learned
as time went on that the liaison of Elvira
and Jemme, far from waning, waxed hotter
than ever. She and her husband were
now. parted and she lived in a South Dock
Street apartment, where Jemme was a
frequent visitor.
In late June, Elvira, now appearing to -
regard Sposito as her champion, ap-
proached him with a strange request.
Jemme, she tearfully asserted, was growing
cold to her charms. Wouldn’t the captain
do something about it?
He did, to the extent of a scorching
reprimand. “You have no claim on him,”
he snapped. “You’re a.married woman. Go
back to your husband, if he’ll have you.”
Through his beat men, Sposito soon con-
“He says the sheets came back this way
from the laundry, Warden."
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firmed the truth of Elvira’s fears. Another
Farrell woman had superseded her in
Jemme’s affections.
He also was told that Jemme was a
power in Black Hand circles, although this
could not be confirmed. More and more, it
appeared to Sposito that Ida’s death was a
revenge killing. He said as much to De--
tective Leyshock.
“The trouble is,” the captain admitted
ruefully, “I can’t determine who was doing
the avenging, or a clear motive.”
jEMMES twisted love affairs came to
a sudden head on a scorchingly hot
Sunday morning in July when Elvira sur-
prised her rival and Jemme in close em-
brace in his barber shop. The ensuing
melee was so violent that neighbors turned
in a riot call.
After police separated the battlers, Jemme
demanded Elvira’s arrest as the instigator
of the fight. She was led away in tears,
with the other woman remaining in di-
sheveled possession of Jemme.
The latter failed to follow through with
a formal charge and Elvira was soon re-
leased, after Sposito questioned her.
Her acquaintance with Jemme dated
from early February, she said, shortly be-
fore Sposito found her that night on the
street corner, ,
.“Did he ever talk about Ida?” Sposito
asked casually.
“All the time,” Elvira answered. “He
told me the cute things she said and did
and we walked out to the cemetery and
he showed me her grave. Once he said
he’d put me in my grave if I two-timed
him. And now he’s tired of me!” She
broke into fresh sobs.
“Where was he the night she was
killed ?”
“He told me he was walking the streets,
trying to figure a way to get her to come
back to him. He was sure she’d come back,
if it wasn’t for her family. Carmen, he
said, threatened to kill Ida if she went
back to Pete.”
After she departed, the officer considered :
her statements. ,
Carmen Pastore? If he was the slayer,
it fitted with the failure of anyone to see
the escaping killer—explained also Car-
men’s late appearance in the upper hall.
But the motive? Ida, so far as Sposito
knew, had made no effort to return to her
husband.
Before Sposito could make any headway
along the new line of investigation, Elvira
once more confronted him, beseeching him
for aid.
“I gave up my home and husband for
Pete Jemme,” she cried. He was the father
of the baby she expected. Now, after selling
his barber shop, scorning her, he was’ re-
moving to Niles, Ohio, with her suc-
cessor.
“T want him punished,” she cried.
Sposito, listening to the frantic torrent of
words, wished heartily he had never seen
the woman. However, he said coldly, “You
make a complaint. We'll bring: Jemme
in,
Elvira filed the complaint, but a search
of the barber’s haunts disclosed he had
vanished. His latest sweetheart remained
in Farrell, however.
“He’s gone,” Elvira sobbed.
Snosito glared his disgust. “Good rid-
dance of bad rubbish,” he snapped.
“You have no idea how bad he is,”
she said, her jaw suddenly hard. “He's
horrible. Take me some place where he
can’t harm me, captain. Please! Then
I'll tell you all I know about the beast!”
Sposito sent a hurry call to County De-.
tective Leyshock. The captain wanted
others to hear her tale, whatever it was.
And then Elvira began her story—a sordid
narrative of eroticism and_ twisted passions
798 ATLANTA AND ITS ENVIRONS
of Peachtree just north of Brookwood Station. Out in Buckhead, at the north-
west corner of West Pace’s Ferry and Roswell roads, Phillips C. McDuffie
erected a modern two-story brick office and store building, where 80 years
before had stood the store and tavern of Henry Irby and still later the general
store of George P. and Miss Jane Donaldson. The congregation of the Peach-
tree Road Presbyterian Church completed its new edifice on Peachtree Road
just north of Buckhead, and on January 30, 1923, the community of Brook-
haven became a United States Post Office, with Jesse D. Atkins as first post-
master. During the same year northsider Edwin F. Johnson became a member
of the Fulton County Commission, succeeding J. Oscar Mills.*°
It was also in 1923 that Frank Mason Robinson, retired secretary of ‘The
Coca-Cola Company and originator of its famous trade-mark, purchased the
beautiful 40-acre T. J. Hightower estate on Hightower Road, west of the city,
and presented it to the Atlanta Child’s Home. He was motivated by a desire
to commemorate in some lasting way Mrs. Robinson’s unswerving devotion to
the Child’s Home, of which she had been life president since its founding in
1907 **
Toward the end of the 1923 baseball season, during the early morning
hours of Saturday, September 9, the Crackers’ old battleground on Ponce de
Leon Avenue, then owned by R. J. Spiller, went up in a roaring whirl of
smoke and flame. Indeed, the club secretary, “Silver Bill’ Stickney, asleep in
his quarters underneath the grandstand, barely escaped with his life. He was
rescued with great difficulty after he had been seriously burned about the legs
and body. .
While the cause of the fire was not ascertained, the blaze was discovered
by the Negro night watchman at Spiller’s Fountain of Youth, just across the
way. Within fifteen minutes the tinder-dry wooden grandstand and bleachers
collapsed sending flames a hundred feet in the air. The park itself, situated as
it was in a sort of amphitheater, a former lake site, in fact, offered the spec-
tacle of a burning, crackling inferno. Telephone poles on Ponce de Leon
Avenue, caught by the leaping flames, became pillars of fire. While the whole
scene was lit up with noonday brilliance, the snapping of the high power wires
from time to time suddenly changed the lighting to a bluish hue. Billboards
on the side of the park, fence posts, trees, even the leaves of trees were burning
and sending myriads of sparks into the air, showering the neighboring streets
with a rain of fire. Thousands of citizens crowded nearby streets to watch the
spectacular fire, the glow of which could be seen for miles around.
Fire Chief Cody, who personally directed his men, estimated the damage
at $75,000, all confined, albeit with some difficulty, to the ball park. Owner
Spiller (the franchise was then owned by Jack Corbett and Dan Michalove)
announced that he would rebuild at once with concrete stands. A regrettable
feature of the fire was the loss by the Crackers of all uniforms, trophies, equip-
ment and records. The season was finished at Grant Field.*?
Few, indeed, have been the inmates of the Federal bastille at the end of
South Boulevard able to effect an escape. But Atlanta and the rest of the
nation were electrified on the morning of March 27, 1923, to learn that dapper
little Gerald Chapman, last of the great mail robbers, had left the institution
hurriedly during the pre-dawn hours.
Chapman and a confederate, George (Dutch) Anderson, were serving a
long term in the penitentiary for the holdup of a United States mail truck on
Sey ee Og eee
Sate ees
Atak
THE NINETEEN-TWENTIES 799
Leonard Street in New York City during the rainy night of October 24, 1921,
from which they secured cash and securities totalling nearly a million and a
half dollars.
Shortly after his incarceration in 1922, prison physicians agreed with
Chapman’s complaint that he was a chronic diabetic, and he was transferred
to the prison hospital, deep within the main building, and itself considered
escape proof. But not for Gerald Chapman. He got out—out of the hospital,
across the prison yard in the glare of strong floodlights, over two high barbed-
wire barricades and over the 30-foot main prison wall. With him went one
Frank Grey, a five-year termer, in for forgery.
The daring escape began at 4 o’clock in the morning of March 27. Chap-
man went into a supply room adjacent the hospital ward, leaving Grey, a
consumptive, to cough a warning if anyone approached that door. Chapman
was almost through cutting the window bars when Grey began coughing. A
prisoner-nurse thrust his head into the supply room. Chapman and Grey
seized him and trussed him up with sheets. With sheet-ropes the two men.
quickly slid down to the prison yard.
Then, suddenly, the floodlights went out. Reports that Chapman had
climbed a tree and shorted the high current wires proved untrue. Someone in
a nearby guard tower had pulled a switch, plunging the prison yard into pre-
dawn blackness. By the time the lights were restored, the two desperadoes had
disappeared into the southern outskirts of Atlanta.
A resident of Lakewood Heights was compelled to furnish civilian clothes
in lieu of prison garb. The two fugitives then caught an Atlanta-bound street
car, and while aboard, spotted a Yellow Cab driver. They arranged for the
driver to pick them up later at Capitol and Georgia avenues. This was done
and the driver was instructed to head for Athens. At Lawrenceville, however,
the escapees changed their minds, told the driver to keep the $50 they had put
up as earnest money, and swung aboard a northbound Seaboard freight train.
Later they were thrown from the train by a railroad officer, and, being spotted
by Madison County officers in an open field, a gun battle ensued. Chapman
‘was hit three times, once in the kidney, but Grey surrendered when his gun
jammed, and was soon back in the Atlanta penitentiary.
Placed in an Athens hospital, Chapman’s condition was diagnosed as too
serious to permit his transfer back to prison. Not long afterward he made a
clever escape from the hospital and was never seen in Georgia again. But he
was even then living on borrowed time. During a safe robbery in a New
Britain, Connecticut, department store in 1924, he was surprised by a police-
man. Both fired, but Chapman’s bullet killed. Later he was arrested in Muncie,
Indiana, and returned to Connecticut where he was wanted for murder.
Thereupon Chapman tried a ruse. He “objected” to being tried in Con-
necticut, making the point that even if convicted the state couldn’t legally
execute him until after he had served the rest of his 25-year stretch in Atlanta.
President Coolidge neatly circumvented the “objection.” He simply commuted
Chapman’s Atlanta sentence to the time already served. The prisoner howled.
He “refused to accept” the presidential commutation. “It’s unconstitutional!”
he protested.
But they took him to Connecticut, tried and convicted him. On the morn-
ing of April 5, 1926, three years after his escape from Atlanta, Gerald Chapman,
the smartest criminal alive, faced something from which there was no escape—
the hangman’s rope in the Connecticut State Prison at Wethersfield.
8O0 ATLANTA AND IPS ENVIRONS
“Dutch” Anderson, it might be said for the record, likewise escaped the
Atlanta Federal Prison. A few months after Chapman’s escape over the wall,
Anderson tunneled under it and vanished into thin air. Later he shot and
wounded a small town constable in Michigan. But before he died, the con-
stable wrested Anderson’s own gun from the killer and emptied the remaining
cartridges into the fugitive, who died in a drab alleyway.**
The local death roll for 1923 included a number of useful and prominent
citizens. Among them were: William M. Nixon, a native of Ireland, president
and founder of the Atlanta Woolen Mills, a resident since 1896 and father of
the late Vaughn Nixon; Edward M. Forshaw, retired Georgia Railroad locomo-
tive engineer and a member of the old Volunteer Fire Department, Hugh L.
Cardoza, formerly of Richmond, Virginia, a noted figure in local theatrical
circles and a resident since 1902; Dr. Robert B. Ridlev, physician and whole-
sale dry goods merchant, a resident since 1875; Angus Morrison, pioneer hard-
ware merchant, firm of Morrison, Bain & Company; Joseph N. Moody, private
banker and a local pioneer in the field of automobile financing; Leon Lieber-
man, trunk manufacturer, a resident since 1865; George F. Glazener, 93,
former merchant and large realty owner, a resident since the early 1850's;
James A. Watson, Sr., died at Lithia Springs, an Atlanta merchant of the 70’s
and 80’s, a builder. of the old Sweetwater Park Hotel and developer of Bowden
Lithia Springs near Austell; William S$. Duncan, prominent wholesale grain
dealer; Edward M. Liddell, member of the pioneer Liddell family of the Rock
Springs section, veteran Southern Railway enginecr, who at his request was
assigned Pacific type locomotive No. 1300, with which, for many years, he
pulled the Royal Palm and the old Suwannee River Special; Alonzo M. Brand,
lawyer, solicitor general of the Stone Mountain Circuit, and former mayor of
Lithonia; Frank P. Rice, pioneer Atlantan, born in New Hampshire, lumber
dealer, state legislator, capitalist and realty owner; Luther Z. Rosser, Sr.,
eminent lawyer, previously noted; Captain Lewis Reneau, pioneer railroad
man, former paymaster of the old Georgia Pacific; Herman Thaden, a resident
since the War Between the States, inventor, gardening expert and florist;
Charles J. Martin, prominent retired wholesale grocer; Julian Field, well-
known dealer in cotton seed products; Captain David P. Chandler, originally
of De Kalb County, connected with the survey crew which laid out the old
Atlanta & Charlotte Air Line Railroad, and a pioneer conductor on that line;
Dr. Frank H. Gaines, noted Presbyterian minister and president of Agnes Scott
College; Dr. George F. Payne, born in Macon, founder of the Atlanta College
of Pharmacy, a resident since 1892: Sylvester Lester, a pioncer Atlanta printer,
came to Atlanta as a child in 1849; Judge Charles Whiteford Smith, lawyer,
jurist, city councilman and former mayor of Edgewood; Dr. ‘Thomas P.
Branch, professor of civil engineering at Georgia Tech since 1895; Captain
Augustus M. Reinhardt, died at Waleska, Georgia, where he was the founder
of Reinhardt College, former Atlanta lawyer, city councilman and mayor
pro tem; Dr. George D. Couch, physician and surgeon, former mayor of
Hapeville.**
Others were: Fred Lewis, native Atlantan, well-known advertising and
newspaper man, Judge William R. Hammond, noted lawyer and jurist; Edwin
P. Ansley, real estate developer, previously noted; Archibald C. Johnson, ante-
and post-bellum grocery merchant; Dr. Miller B. Hutchins, physician and
medical educator, a skin and cancer specialist ; Frank M. Robinson, previously
noted, a pioneer in the business of Coca-Cola; A. Frank Liebman, head of the
58
once to the New York Post Othee, fnspectors’ Department
Upon its receipt, Lnspector Stone wired that he was leaving
for Minneapolis on the night train,
O further startling developments had occurred at the New
York end. Inspector Seville was on the trail of Loerber,
an ex-conviet who had been in Auburn at the same time as
Anderson, Loerber had an apartment on the ground floorofia
house on West 17yth Street,but spent more of his time at his
mother’s humble flaton Amsterdam Avenue. Seville had even
succeeded in-meeting him. He owned and drove a twin-six
Packard which, he told the masquerading detective, he had won
in a crap game.
At 3 o'clock in
the. -afternoon, as
Stone was busily
engaged in clearing
up certain routine
details before leav-
ing for Minneap-
olis, the tele-
phone on his desk
rang with particu-
lar violence.
Picking up the
receiver, he snap-
peda “TJ/ello!"” into
the mouthpiece.
An almost in-
audible voice an-
swered him:
“This is Dray-
ton. I'm in a
garage opposite a
house ‘on One
Hundred Forty-
Second Street.
Colored section.
Can’t see the
number, but it’s
between Lenox
and Fifth Ave-
nue. Just saw
Dutch enter.
Like dope dive.
He came in Loer-
(Above) Might not these
two be mistaken for minis-
ters in conference — or
bankers considering the
ber’scar. I ote of Neen
trailed him...” DoD andite and killers
_Abruptly Dray--——that-they are-~“Dutch”
ton stopped talk- Anderson on the left,
ing, and Stone Chapman on the right?
heard the receiver
click sharply back
on its hook.
Stone slowly replaced his own phone.
Mentally he added this reporton Ander-
son to other data which seemed to connect
him with the Leonard Street crime:
1. Inspector Lord's recognition of An-
derson in the Detroit real estate dealer's description of
“Edward P. Gensler.”
2. Anderson's record. .
3. Anderson's disappearance after the sale of his small
tobacco store in Toledo, Ohio, two months before the Leonard
Street robbery.
4. The man, whose description tallied with the one given by
Havernack, the mail-truck driver, seen by the real estate dealer
to meet Anderson (“Gensler”) in the Detroit hotel foyer.
5. Loerber owned a twin-six Packard—the same model as
that-described by Havernack as having been used in the rob-
bery. Loerber had been in Auburn at the same time as
Anderson. Loerber and Anderson were now associated.
This accumulation of circumstantial evidence would have
been sufficient for most detectives to warrant arrest of
True Detective Mysteries
Anderon, or at least to bring the sunpect in for a severe
grilling.
Not so with the post-office inspectors. When they get thei
man, they want him so loaded down with the shackles of
proof that not even the craftiest of criminals can pry them
loose,
Beyond placing Anderson and Loerber under strict) sur
veillance, Stone did not plan to make any further move at that
atime, -Should-either man attempt todeave the jurisdiction,
that would be another matter; the shadow men were advised
how to act in that contingency.
Not until after he had marshaled all those facts together
did Stone begin to
recall the un-
usually long and
strong peals of the
telephone _ bell
and the abrupt
termination of
Drayton’s mes-
sage.
What had hap-
pened to cut him
off?
Picking up the
instrument, plan-
ing to ask the
operator to eCX-
plain the unusual
energy of his sum-
mons, he was
halted by another
call.
This time it was
from a police
station in New
Jersey.
“We have the
men who stuck up
your mail truck on
Leonard Street!"
the jubilant voice
of its captain an-
nounced. = ‘‘Will
you send your
driver over to
identify them as
soon as possible?”
(Left) This is an enlarged
re-print photo of Haver-
nack, the U. S. mail-truck
driver who faced Chap-
man and Anderson on that
fateful night in Leonard
Mi, St. New York, <:when
baht ‘more than a million was
stolen and sent along the
- underworld “‘buried: trail’
MDOIGHT away,”
: Stone an-
- swered, with his
customary curt-
ness, and hung up the receiver.
Turning to a clerk in the office, he in-
structed him: to get Havernack at his
home-—he was on night duty--and tell
him to report at headquarters im-
mediately.
Then he turned his attention to the problem of Drayton's
message. He had become so accustomed to associating
Anderson with the mail-truck bandit, that the New Jersey
captain's announcement lacked the force of actuality.
“Was there any particular reason why you rang my tele-
phone bell like a fire-alarm a few minutes ago?” he dryly
asked the operator. .
“Yes, sir.” came back the reply. ‘The man on the other
end told me it was very urgent——he was liable to be overheard
at any minute—and to ring your bell like h—-— Y
Stone pressed the buzzer for his stenographer. He would
have to attend to Havernack's possible identification of the
prisoners in New Jersey before leaving for Minneapolis. Such
matters take time and most likely he would have to postpone
his departure. until the next day.’
eo
“Dravton has |
bulent career an:
self,’"---so ran
Minneapolis ;
and instructec
“But we can't ath
interested in him.
scout about a bit.
ooDeay ton was cra:
well.”’ was his co:
Inspector in Char
As he stepped |
he came face to fa
truck driver, H
man's eyes looked
met those of the
tioningly.
“Jersey police
that they have t
up your truck,”
him. ‘‘They ne
cation!”
Havernack win
that meeting bn
NE of the
sections of |
colored quarter ©
It has an at
souciance which :
as another plane
harried districts
race wrangles fo
higher existence
lower Broadwa
visitors tear thro
blocks and loo
with amazeme:
and somethin
like envy at it
care-free colonist:
fat mam tps
hanging c
their windo
swapping endle:
jokes and chuck
with each othe
grinning Negroc
-—-draped on th
stoop railing:
~~ swagrering bucl
and coquettin
young Negress
strutting alon
the streets; pic
aninnies rollin
and laughing ©
the pavements.
But it) wasn
into such a bloc
that Dutch A:
derson: led Pai
Drayton, th
post-office sleut!
A factory no
stands on the s:
142nd Street, w!
and the other te:
On the opposite
the building wh
rious rendezvou:
It is a short |
where New Yor
ignominiously in .
re Cer) ee
nthey get thea
the shackles of
sean pry them
nder striet sus
wermove at that
the jurisdiction,
en were advised
¢ facts together
d Stone begin to
call the un-
ually long and
rong peals of the
lephone — bell
id the abrupt
‘rmination of
rayton’s mes-
Re.
What had -hap-
‘ned to cut him
{?
Picking up the
strument, plan-
ng to ask the
erator tO @X-
ain the unusual
ergy of his sum-
ons, he was
ilted by another
@:.. it was
om a police
ation in) New
rsey.
“We have the
en who stuck up
r»ur mail truck on
conard Street!"
ie jubilant voice
{ its captain an-
ounced, “Will
ou send your
river over to
lentify them as
on as pownitAe 2”
IGHT away,”
Stone an-
wered, with his
ustomary cCurt-
ceiver.
the office, he in-
avernack at his
duty--and tell
-adquarters im-
lem of Drayton's
d to associating
the New Jersey
actuality.
ou rang my tele-
« 5 ago?” he dryly
man on the other
ic to be overheard
tha
ipher. He would
-ntification of the
apolis. Such
to postpone
~swaggering bucks
ot pte
The Real Truth About Chapman
“Drayton has been in many tight corners during his tur-
bulent career and is pretty well able to look after him-
self,"—sv ran his thoughts as he dictated a telegram to the
Minneapolis authorities advising them of his change of plans,
and instructed the clerk to cancel his sleeper reservation,
“But we can't afford to let Anderson get wise that Drayton's
interested in him. Perhay’s we'd better send a man up there to
scout about a bit and tail him when he leaves that dive...
..Drayton was crazy tu attempt to tail. a-manahoe.knew him-so
well,” was his conclusion as he went toward the office of the
laspector in Charge to take up the matter with him at once.
As he stepped into the corridor,
be came face to face with the mail-
truck driver, Havernack. The
man’s eyes looked haunted as they
met those of the Inspector, ques-
toningly.
“Jersey police have just phoned
that they have the men who held
up your truck,’’ Stone informed
him. “They need your identifi-
ation!"
Havernack winced. What would
that meeting bring forth? ...
NE of the most picturesque
sections of Manhattan is the:
colored quarter of Harlem.
It has an atmosphere of in-
souciance which sets it as far apart
as another planet from the fretful,
harried districts where the white
race wrangles for the wages of its
higher existence in the canyons of
lower Broadway. Busloads of
visitors tear through the congested
blocks and look
with amazement
andsomething
like envy at its
aare-free colonists:
fat mammics
hanging out of
their windows and
swapping endless
jokes and chuckles
with each other;
grinning Negroes,
draped on the
stoop railings;
and coquetting
young Negresses
strutting along
the streets; pick-
aninnies _ rolling
and laughing on
the pavements.
But it wasn’t
into such a block
that Dutch An-
derson: led Paul
Drayton, the
post-office sleuth.
A factory now
stands on the site of the ramshackle tenement at 61 West
142nd Street, which the cultured and crafty criminal entered;
and the other tenements adjacent have since been torn down.
On the opposite side of the street, however, are duplicates of
the building where the so-called master-mind had his myste-
rious rendezvous every now and then. '
It is a short block, the end of which abuts Fifth Avenue,
where New York’s most celebrated thoroughfare winds up
ignominiously in a rubbish dump.
Harlem, the picturesque “black belt” of New York into which the sleuth, “‘Dray-
ton,” tracked “Dutch” Anderson, trailing him to a dope dive—after sighting
him leaving the fashionable; Waldorf Astoria Hotel (top) in a Pierce-Arrow car.
This famous hotel, frequented by New York’s millionaires, is now being torn down,
but its traditions are to be continued in its namesake, to be erected further
up-town
America’s “Super-Bandit”’ 59
No joyous shouts are to be heard in that neighbor-
hood during the daylight hours. Drabness and silence
brood there. Sullen, slinking, furtive-eyed figures occa-
sionally drift along the street. At night, the honking of
pleasure-cars, carrying revelers to the pypular black-and-tan
cabaret “clubs” in the neighborhood, disturb this uncanny
silence.
With yin-soaked brains in the early hours of the morning,
amen, carrying well-filled wallets, and woinen,; wearing costly
jewels, frequently are seen staggering out of the ‘‘clubs,”’
and in spite of the vigilance of patrolmen, fall easy prey to
the “lush workers" of the neighbor-
hood.
Drayton had found the garage
opposite No, 61 empty when he
arrived. He had an answer ready
for anyone who should happen to
return and find him at the tele-
phone, when he called Inspector
Stone. Years spent as one of the
hunted, however, had sharpened
his sense of hearing, and at the
first sound of a footfall on the
pavement, he had hung up the re-
ceiver and sought concealment be-
hind a dilapidated car.
IZING up the man who en-
tered as a mechanic, Drayton
stepped out of his hiding-place
and assuming a sheepish brag-
gadocio asked:
“See an oldish man, stout, in a
striped gray suit and fedora hat,
coming this way?”
“Dick?” queried the other sus-
piciously.
“Worse,” Dray-
ton answered with
a suggestive grin.
The mechanic
obligingly went to
the door and
looked up.and
down the strect.
‘“‘Coast's all
clear,’’ he re-
ported.
“If I'm not in
your way, I'd be
glad to hang
round here for a
bit,” Drayton said
ingratiatingly.
“Sure, that’s all
right,”” the other
responded care-
lessly.
Drayton found
aseat ina position
that permitted
‘him to watch the
house opposite
without himself
being seen.
So well screened was he, and so strategic was this position
that when Stone’s man turned up an hour or so later, he was
easily able to make himself invisible.
The detective entered the garage ostensibly to buy gas.
Drayton recognized him immediately and caught his attention
without attracting the notice of the garage helper.
When the detective left, Drayton casually took his de-
parture also. He had, warily, not attempted to ask any
questions about the neighborhood (Continued on page 99)
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letectives believed
Street loot, but it
weurities belonged
long mystified the
squanders his il
w squirreled away.
t lawyers to defend
prisoners’ freedom
d “Warning” had
kers to be on the
ard Street list, as
hold up a U. S.
» shows a United
main post-office
hem in circulation,
us complaints now
veda batch of bonds,
d by a “seratcher.”
nneapolis broker who
rious borrowers and
ita post-office detee-
iad passed the “how”
made strictly under
until the inspectors
sbbery decided it was
s Lord and Stone in
and seller who had
two Middle-Western
They proved to be
it when interrogated
ly refused to divulge
them that the bonds
of arrest ona charge
J thes realized thiaet
ce aelean breast of the
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Voer foodborne tangs poesennaness
The Real Truth About Chapman—America’s “Super-Bandit” 57
He stated that he had certain blocks of bonds in his possession ;
if they would procure loans on these securities for him, or
offer the bonds in pledge as security for his debts, he would pay
thema very liberal commission. Because of the bankruptcy pro-
ceedings, he explained, he, himself, could not obtain such loans.
It was a very clever scheme.
In becoming a party to such a transaction, the men involved
themselves in a misdemeanor, and if their complicity was dis-
covered they would have to do some tall explaining to the
United States Attorney. This was the joker in the deck which
Sorlein kept up his sleeve, believing it would force his friends to
conceal the source from which they had obtained the securities.
As each man believed that he, alone, had been approached
by the bankrupt broker, it was not until the post-
office inspectors enlightened them all, that they
learned that they had been made party to a
criminal. conspiracy.
For some weeks Sorlein was kept constantly un-
der surveillance. It was hoped that he would lead
the sleuths to the source from which he had re-
ceived the bonds.
HEY picked up considerable evidence against
him, and became acquainted with several
members of his ‘‘gang,’’ when they received an
underworld tip that he was preparing to leave
town secretly.
Acting promptly on this information, they ar-
rested him in the early morning of May 24th,
1922.
The accuracy of this tip was confirmed when
he’ was searched at the police station and a
package of new crisp bills to the amount of $5,000
(Right) An interesting character study of
Chapman taken while he was in prison awaiting
trial for murder, he being found guilty and
hanged. (Below) Auburn Prison, in which
“Dutch” Anderson, Chapman's pal, did time
the following day, the United States Attorney and the posts
office inspectors were convinced that Sorlein was not the real
guiding spirit behind his operations. He took his arrest
coolly, and, in spite of the fact that he faced a very long term
in the penitentiary, maintained a sullen, defiant silence. It
was plain from the start that he expected someone to engage
a brilliant criminal lawyer to act as his “mouthpiece” and talk
him out of his predicament.
The detectives knew that Sorlein had been hard-pressed for
money twenty-four hours before his arrest.
From what source, then, had be obtained the $5,000 at the
last minute—and to what source did he look for financial aid
in engaging costly legal counsel to defend him?
Those were the
questions that re-
mained unan-
swered for three
weeks while Sor-
lein waited, ex-
pectantly, in the
city jail.
It was not until
the end of the
third week that
he lost faith in
the parties he
had so confidently
looked upon to
come to his rescue.
He sent word to
the United States
Attorney that he
was ready to ‘talk
turkey,” :
It was an al-
most incredible
tale that Sorlein
unfolded to that
official. :
In it, he invol-
ved the name of
Stanley McCor-
mick, a member
was found in his possession, Linking him with the stolen
bonds, was a list of thirty-three securities, their numbers in-
dicating that all but two belonged to the. Leonard Street
robbery ! :
When officers raided his offices later, they discovered ap-
proximately $12,000 worth of bonds originally obtained from
the same source, as well as other suspicious valuables.
After a grilling which lasted all night and close up to noon
of a great Min-
neapolis broker-
age house, as the man who had furnished him
with all the stolen property found in his offices
and distributed by him and his agents!
Not only was McCormick a man of high fin-
ancial position, but by right of birth he belonged
on the highest crest of the social swim.
That this blue-blood should even touch the tip
of his finger in the bilge-waters of the underworld -
seemed impossible, and Sorlein’s statement was
taken down with considerable skepticism.
RS. McCORMICK had beenone of the most
popular:and beautiful buds before her mar-
riage, and subsequently the couple created for
themselves an enviable reputation among the
younger married smart set of Minneapolis and
St. Paul. They were as well known in Mid-
Western society as any social leaders of New
York in the East.
_As a matter of form, following Sorlein’s con-
( fession, an official called on McCormick. As was
expected, the broker showed the utmost astonishment that
Sorlein should have besmirched his name by connecting it
with such nefarious practises.
Sorlein, however, knew enough about the society man’s
affairs to offset the latter's claim that he knew the bankrupt
only slightly, and the investigator was satisfied that he had at,
least some guilty knowledge of the passer’s transactions.
A complete account of the state of affairs was mailed at
_—
‘value,
56 True Detective Mysteries
was fraudulent bond schemes. Consequently, scouts sent out
by Bobby Daniels’ friends turned in a highly favorable re-
port, and the desired contact with Wolfe's brokerage firm was
achieved.
Three weeks later, on April 28th, 1922, there appeared in a
New York morning paper, the following news item:
BROKERS RECEI VERS OF STOLEN BONDS!
“Months of unrelenting work by Post Office detectives
brought about the arrest yeaterday of three men charged
with having in their possession bonds that were stolen by
armed robbers from a mail truck at Broadway and Leonard
Street the night of October 24th. The loot totaled $1,454,129,
and the crime was one of the most baf-
fling in the Post Office annals.
“The prisoners are Jacob B. Price,
middle-aged and resident of 604 West.
179th Street ;Louis Wolfe and John Wolfe.
They were held in $25,000 bail each by
United States Commissioner Hitchcock.
“A carefully staged trap brought
about the arrests. The Inspector in
charge of the case prevailed on a prom-
inent brokerage house in the financial
district to give two of his men accom-
modations in a suite of their offices
where they posed as brokers. These
brokers, as supposed buyers of “hot"’
bonda, got in touch with the three yes-
terday, and after lengthy negotiations,
made a deal to buy $75,000 worth of their
securities at 60 per cent. of their market
**It took some time to win the confi-
dence of the holders of the stolen
bonds, according to Assistant U. S. At-
torney Cahill, who said Price asserted he’
had ‘bonds worth half a million.’
“The sale was finally negotiated yea-
terday. When Wolfe and Wolfe took a
package of bonds from their pockets and
laid them on the broker's desk, they
were surrounded by sixteen detectives
who had posed as everything from the
janitor to the firm's best customer. The
two were taken into custody, as soon as a few revolvers were
drawn. The arrest of Price followed soon after....
“Wolfe, the master-mind, is a lean, dwarfed, deprecatory
man. One of the most successful fences and disposers of
stolen merchandise that ever operated in New York--a genu-
ine superman of modern criminality. For ten years this sleek,
gliding rodentesque adventurer was operating his own group
of looters and was doing a business of $1,000,000 a month.
“Officers and detectives by the hundreds, including the
public, police and special agents of railroads, shippers and
insurance companies, have dogged his steps, laid snares for
him, sprung their traps at opportune moments, and invaria-
bly failed to hold the depredator. He has been in the grasp
of the law no less than fifteen times, as is attested by his offi-
cial record at Police Headquarters. In each instance he
‘beat’ his case."
OMPLETE information was never given out by post-
office inspectors in regard to the manner in which they
gained the confidence of Wolfe's confederates, but the peril
of their operations can easily be imagined.
The part involuntarily played by the cabaret girl, Bobby
Daniels, was learned by a Broadway news reporter. He had it
from the lips of one of Bobby Daniels’ chums, to whom she
had talked with more confidence than diseretion,
Incidentally, it was by chance, while maneuvering for con-
tact with Wolfe himself, that the post-office men caught two
young brokers, Morris Steinberg and Edward Fogel, who alse
were dealers in “hot" bonds. At first the detectives believed
that these bonds were part of the Leonard Street loot, buti
was discovered after their arrest that the securities belonged
to a $1,000,000 bond robbery which had long mystified th
police. Both men were sent to Atlanta.
Wolfe was not the type of criminal who ‘squanders his
gotten gains, He had a comfortable fortune squirreled away.
and immediately retained the most brilliant lawyers to defend
him. Their first action was to obtain the prisoners’ freedom
under bond.
MEANTIME, Inspector Stone’s second ‘‘Warning” had
gone out advising bankers and brokers to be on th
lookout. for stolen’ bonds on the Leonard Street list, as
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The day is past when bandits like Chapman and Anderson can hold up a U. S.
mail truck and get away with over a million dollars. This photo shows a United
States mail truck guarded by marines while being loaded at the main post-office
in Washington
the thieves were beginning to place them in circulation.
In response to this warning, numerous complaints now
poured in.
One bank wrote saying that it had received a batch of bonds,
the numbers of which had been changed by a “serateher.”
These bonds had been traced back toa Minneapolis broker whn
had taken them in good faith from various borrowers and
sellers in Minneapolis and St. Paul.
Word was at once sent to the Minnesota post-office detec
tives to get on the trail of the men who had passed the “hot”
securities. This investigation was to be made strictly under
cover, and no one was to be arrested until the inspecton
direetly in charge of the Leonard Street robbery decided it was
time to “break” the case.
Soon reports came back to Inspectors Lord and Stone in
New York, stating that every borrower and seller who had
traded in the “hot" bonds passed in the two Middle-Westerm
cities had been exhaustively investigated. They proved to be
thoroughly respectable business men, but when interrogated
by detectives each one, at first, absolutely refused to divulge
from whom he had obtained the bonds,
However, when it was explained to them that the bonds
were stolen and that they were in danger of arrest ona charge
of receiving and selling stolen property, they realized that
they were ina pretty tight jam, and made a clean breast of the
affair, Here is what they revealed:
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BUONOMO, Joseph, 2h-years-old, white, hanged Connecticut State Prison (Fairfield) on
June 30, 191).
"Bridgeport, Conn,, Oct. 23, 1912=Whether the murder in Stratford last night of a young
Italian woman of Bridgeport, after she had beentaken there by 5 Italians in an automo-
bile from this city, was the culmination of a plot, was a subject of police inouiry to-
day. The woman's body was found beside the read with 5 bullets in her head, soon after
the shootinge
"A little later, 3 of the men said to have been in the automobile were captured, Two
others escaped,
"The victim was identified today as Rose Bunnis, also known as Rose Bennett, of this
city.
"Joseph Maftek, Joe Bruno and Frank Pizzicheni, the men asrested and locked up here,
were colosely questioned today in efforts to obtain light on the mystery surrounding the
killing.
"when Bruno was arrested in Stratford he was inouiring the way to Bridgeport, A revolver
with five chambers discharged, was found on him, There alwo were in his pockets a check
for baggage shipped from Chicago and a post card from ‘Charley Bruno! direnting him to
address the letter at Chicago,
"The post card had been mailed in Bridgeport, This, taken in connection with the fact
that among the woman's effects were found letters and papers from Chicago, lead the poe
lice to believe that Bruno and the woman may have returned to Bridgeport, recently from
Chicagoand that the motive for the killing may be found in some happening in that or some
other city.
"No trace has been found of the two missing men, They are said to be Jimmy Lewis,
alias 'Hartford Jimmy! of Hartford, and Andrew Compello, alias 'Big Andrew', of New
Haven." JOURNAL, Atlanta, Gas, 10-23-1912 (l-h.) Ney,
BUGLIONE |
Conn, SP (Hartford) on November 16, 1917
(Ls
UI
KARA
Stephen and DONVA NSO, Giovanni, whites
+ ae
‘TWO MURDERERS
ARE HANGED AT
* Penalty for Slaying Simon-
: -- elli of New Britain.
~ Glovanni Dion VWause whe seh.
Ry Buglione, oth ‘So oyears. old, j
Lwho confes ssed to the murder ot!
'Nattaele Simonblli in New Britain |
On the night. of Tuesday, Sept 25,
wore hanged at the state prison
(In Wethersfield early this morning,
There was no unusual incident: to
Telay the execution. Te noominutes
Ma thirty-nine seconds _ elapsed
%efore Dion Vanso wie officially:
| fronounced dead by Dy, dwell
yah Fox, the prison Dhysteinn. In,
meme case of Buglione, it took long.
Sh ncmcinresinn
YT, eVEn Mintites ond rortyeone |
Lainie putesing before the lonely
[wees lowered: into the casket. Nye
Phas ime Wits withessed by prison
por lecads, clergy Mren ta Me wspie-
pallevwli: .
Reprieve Refused. ‘
2 AN eleventh bower atlempt woes
made to hold aap the Hhearnesing tev. |
mesht When freinds of the mnie vay
asNed Cl riat Governor Holeaniis
Mt a reprieve on othe grownd
al the: condemnicl que had jn
Phcatdeah unele gfe hance
As Che real im-tisvtor of the crime,’
"Fey declared that the unele who
Hives it Mews York he i dined them
EtOcCome ato Mow Atrstaite cad ation!
| Simone. Prosec tiie * Atlas
Hugh M. Aleotn, - whe prenettteed: |
the omen oat the trial Oviected and.
Governor * Tloleanrb retired (o
Shane ANY ata, ‘ :
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WOn. Vanan entered the death |
Chamber at @:00:48, rhe trap Was
SMe Se PLT TE sd he wan!
,PrnnounGed deal at 22:17 thu, Pye.
Re entered tye ee iy do TR.
fetta, the trap was sprone at poe.
met ey
tue die wits Pronounced dead
vil 23ST l 10,
ee A mens _—
os en |
i’ STATE PRISON
Jon Vanso and Buglione Pay
hanged for murde
Unnamed, undated Conn,
‘newspaper sent by D. A.
Hearn.
BUONOMO,, Joseph, white, hanged
Conn. SP (Fairfield} 6-30-1914
ra»
FOR MURDER OF
~ CAVALIER! GIRL
Makes Confession Before Going
to Gallows—No Hitch—
Story ‘of the Crime.
,
Joseph Buonomo, the convicted
murderer of Jennic Cavaller!, killed
nearly two years ago in Stratford,
confessed the murder at 9 o‘clock
last evening’ and three hours later
went to the gallows fn the state pris-
on to pay the state's price fur the
deed. He made his confession to
Warden Ward A. Garner while the
watden was hear the ceil, talking to
him, .. The confession was not ex-
pected. The warden allowed two
Catholic . priests, one an Italian
priest of H&rtford, to be with the
condemned man from early in the
evening until after the execution,
and the confession was due to their
efforts. i .
The confession was short. Buon-
omo simply: said that he killed the
Cavalieri girl. He confessed simply
and in an tven voice, with the idea
of “making everything straight” be-
fore he tHed, as he later expressed it.
Tray Sprung in 19 Seconds.
Buonomo' was led itno the death
chamber at- 12:07, and in just nine-
teen seconds the death cap had been
placed on his head, the noose ad-
justed, and the trap sprung. It was
the quickest hanging on record and
before the few spectators, allowed in
the cell by law, had time: to tako
positions allotted to them, the body
was swinging in the air.
The doctors in attendance pro-
nounced Buonomo dead at 12:19
o’clock, and the body’ wast lowered
‘Into, the coffin. The bady was allow-
ed to remain in the prison until this
morning, when relatives will claim
it. It was Buonomo’s request: that
he be buried in New York,~his home
until he went to Chicago and Bridge-
.port¢for & few months.
. He Alone Did Shooting.
* Buonomo = sald last evening | to:
Warden Garner, that the bullets in
the revolver with which the mur-
der was done’: were. placed there hy
himself and that he alone did the
deed. ds Y
- The police found the revolvers with
all the chambers filled and Buonomo
explained this by saying that he fill-
‘ed the gun with bullets which he had
in his pocket after he had shot the
woman. i . ,
+ Buonomo was pale and seemed on
{the verge of collapse when he enter-
ed the death chamber, -but he stood
without assistance while the noose
was being adjusted. He wore a suit
of black clothes.
a
Attempts to Escape Gallows,
Three attempts were made by
IBUONOMO WANTED}
Guonomo after his conviction, to es- |
| pee ete SO ae | ee ee
|| before the few spectators, allowed in
.port‘for & few months.
T ’
omo simply. said that he killed the
Cavalieri girl. He confessed simply
and in an ven voice, with the idea
of “making everything straight’ be-
fore he Hed, as he later expressed it.
Tray Sprung in 19 Seconds.
Buonomo was led itno the death
chamber at- 12:07, and in just nine-
teen seconds the death cap had been
placed on his head, the noose ad-
justed, and the trap sprung. It was
the quickest hanging on record and
the cell by law, had time: to tako
positions allotted to them, the body
was swinging in the air.
The doctors in attendance pro-
nounced Buonomo dead eat 12:19
o'clock, and the body’ was’ lowered
into. the coffin. The bady was allow-
ed to remain in the prison until this
morning, when relatives will claim
it. It was Buonomo’s request: that
he be buried in New York,~his home
until he went to Chicago and Bridge-
ee He Alone Did Shooting.
* Buonomo- said last evening to
Warden Garner, that the bullets in
the revolver with which the mur-
der was done’ were. placed there by
himself -and that he alone did the
deed. ; *.
- The police found the revolvers with
all the chambers filled and Buonomo
explained this by saying that he fill-
‘ed the gun with bullets which he had
in his pocket after he had shot the
woman. ;
Buonomo was pale and seemed on
the verge of collapse when he enter-
ed the death chamber, .but he stood
without assistance while the noose
was being adjusted. He wore a suit
of black clothes. °
Attempts to Escape Gallows,
Three attempts were made by
Guonomo after his conviction, to es-
cape the gallows. He appealed to tho
supreme court after the trial and an
error wds found and a new trial
granted. He was again convicted
In the superior court and another
appeal was taken. This time the gu-
preme cotst sustained the decision of
the lower court and the date for the
execution was set for June 30. At the
last meeting of the Board of pardons,
on June 8, John W. Coogan asked to
have permission gjven Buonomo t
tell his story to members of the
board. This request was granted
and Buonomo said then that he did
not do the killing, but that Jimmy
Motto was the murderer. The board
took no action. :
The crime for which Buonomo wag
executed was committed October 22
we,
oo ee + ate oe ae
Unnamed, undated newspaper
article from Connecticut
sent by Daniel Allen Hearn
ics ae
BUONOMO, Jeseph, white, hanged CT (Fairfield) June 30, 1914
CUT
bs like groping
mbstones and of
t were the voice
when dusk fell
ad, near Bridge-
the timid.
ing above such
‘vedigger for 30
and inexplicable
and traffic cops.
1 was riding the
cd the cemetery
id was annoyed
‘wind. He had
led himself for
catch, he gazed
it before locking
int light of the
grass about ten
if someone had
r in itself, but,
was a human
any moment to
ne figure lay
rned not the
unded contours
hosts, but what
-t. He knelt to
yment the cem-
He recoiled in
a cress, traced
* now saw was
By John N. Makris
THE SIGN OF THE CROSS ETCHED
IN BULLETS ON HER BOSOM WAS A PAGAN:
PUNISHMENT FOR INFIDELITY
INSIDE DETECTIVE,
Nevember, 1948
Ree
mes
SEs
SE hc ceeaaers
+
— a husbend
gether to get
= ning slippers, the slender, winsome brunette lay across
-the bed as the landlady, Mrs. Clara Munson, opened
- the door to inquire if her new tenants were com-
fortable. The girl was on her back, her. head swung slightly
to one side, and her eyes wide open. There was no expression
of pain on her cute little face, and Mrs. Munson did not
sense tragedy, at first. She did not expect any salutation from
the girl, for she knew that the girl-was a, deaf-mute.
This girl and a man—presumably her husband—had rented
the room at 210 Crown Street, New Haven, Connecticut,
that morning, which happened to be Easter Sunday. The
couple had conferred with each other by hand-signs instead
of words, and the man had written Mrs. Munson a penciled
note explaining the type of room they wanted to rent. As
neither of them had spoken, Mrs. Munson had no record
of their names. They had two suiteases, were well-dressed
and had paid two days’ rent, and that seemed to be sufficient
credentials.
Mrs. Munson was putting fresh towels on the towel-rack
when something odd in the girl’s position caused her to walk
YY in a silken slip, sheer stockings and eve-_
over close to the bed. The girl could not be sleeping; her eyes
were open. Then Mrs. Munson gasped as she noticed a small
spot of blood on the bed-clothes. Something wrong here;
the girl wasn’t dead—she was still breathing—but the landlady
realized that this was an immediate hospital case.
RS. MUNSON ran downstairs and phoned a doctor. A
M few minutes later the physician diagnosed the girl’s con-
dition as a cerebral hemorrhage, ordered a hospital ambulance,
and then said to Mrs. Munson: “She should be able to talk,
yet she doesn’t.”
“She’s evidently deaf and dumb, she and her husband both,”
the landlady explained. “They moved in this morning, for a
two-day stay. I don’t know their names, or where the hus-
band is.” ;
“Her hemorrhage was caused by a blow at the back of
her skull.” The doctor glanced sharply about the large bed-
room and shook his head. “I see nothing in this room that
she could have fallen against to get this kind of head wound.
The police had better look into this. I’ll phone them myself.”
Shortly after the New Haven (Continued on page 77)
;
By CALVIN HALL
for the MITE “LAYERS
51
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pager cee ae
t
ye Thy
er
rs
he girl! I don’t know ,
hy I evér did things Hike {
°SSION gave the pri
-ockhart said Sy had ‘soak
’ day before, He felt an
‘ge to have her, So the
to her home and offered
1 he walked away from
er, he followed the exact
es had Suggested—down
til they came to Green-
hen across the golf links
ad from here to the lane 4
e.
| that his wife w.
would pick her an A
n on the log, and when
out his arms around her
\. That infuriated him.
8 knife and stabbed her
peeled. He slashed her
—_ if she was dead
‘, he had run :
'S Clothes and on un
ve. She had no knowl-
le crime he had com-
t he may have stolen
us Confession, ‘Distr
walked into the. cal
a that Lockhart had ;
life in ‘the Georgia
milar crime and had
ng nine years of
> began whe
n leaked out agi the
t the street with the
T 5,000 irate citizens
10dern million-and-a-
. demandin
“t ae g that the
y the milling m
se until night fell
Sher: Hughes had ;
ell on the top floor.
on the balcony to
\_ brick clipped the
with wild yells the
thouse.
supply of tear-
the mob back. a
ere were
re pulled out, oie
‘ with water, but
cut the hoses and
the courthouse,
Governor 0. K
vy of the Louisiana
eveport with the £ '
within two hours
ed the mob and
* the eourthouse,
Oway wasted
before the Grand
S called a special
ours, two indict-
against Lockhart
other for. crimi-
ilty, but under
1 a plea cannot
ng capital pun-
ately called a ae csi
‘ Court for the
‘Te there while
Is took only a
! in the court-
‘ntrance of
*sented its
The jury
tne prisoner
ide the death
more than a
Mae Giffin, i
wigs Sd
“OCTOBER hie
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Fred Lockhart walked up
the gallows in the Caddo Parish. His st
ire firm and he seemed resigned to his
ate, »
water.
glass to an officer and then sang: “The old
peur mad, and I’m glad. Glory Hallelu- *
jah!”
' black hood was slipped over Lockhart’s
head. He started to pray:
this old spirit of mine. I know You will.
I know...”
of 17-year-old Mae Giffin
* Sai)
the 13 steps to
On the platform, he asked for a drink of
He sipped. this and handed the
When ‘the first stanza was finished, the
“Now, take
The ‘trap was sprung, and the murderer
plunged into the
black pit of death. '
‘MUTE. SLAYERS
Continued from page. 51
Hospital. ambulance had carried off the
helpless girl, Captain Henry J. Donnelly
and. Detective Sergeant Harry W. Tuttle
of the New Haven detective bureau. were
examining the second-floor bedroom, in ‘
Mrs. Munson’s presence. Beside the blood
on the bed, there were a few small blotches
on the carpet between the bed .and the
clothes-closet door.
“As the doctor phoned us,” Captain
Donnelly pointed out, “there appears to
be no furniture corners this girl mighit
have fallen against. Mrs. Munson, tell us
now all you remember about the couple.”
“Well, besides talking to each other on
their fingers,” Mrs. Munson answered,
“and the young man writing me that
note—”
Sergeant Tuttle interrupted: “Where’s
the note?” ;
“I wrote the room-rent price on it and
gave it back to him,” the landlady said.
_“It was the only way I could answer him.
But his note said they’d come from Provi-
dence, Rhode Island, that they were on
their way to Scranton, Pennsylvania, and
that they wanted to rent a room for two
days.”
“Did they have a car?” Captain Donnel-
ly asked. &
“No,” Mrs. Munson replied, “The note
mentioned that they had come by train.
I showed them one room, and the man’
didn’t like it on account of the clothes-,
closet being too small. So the man de-'
cided on this room. The closet, if you'll
look, is a large one.”
“We'll certainly look,” Sergeant Tuttle
| said, and opened the closet door. It was
an unusually large clothes-closet, yet there
was only one suitcase in it. “Is that all
the luggage they had?” Tuttle asked. “One
suitcase?” ?
“They had two suitcases,” the landlady
told him. |.
“Two suitcases,” Captain Donnelly said
to the sergeant, “couldn’t hold anywhere
near enough clothes to fill a quarter of
this closet.”
There was a thin layer of dust on the
closet floor, but enough of it to show the
distinct imprint. of a pair of mens’ sharp-
toed shoes with the toes pointed toward the
closet door. The imprints were deep
enough to convince Donnelly that only a
man wearing those shoes and standing still
there for some time could have made the
marks.
“Mrs. Munson,” Donnelly asked, “what
‘kind of shoes did the fellow wear who
rented this room?”
“He wore square-toed black shoes. A
_ blue-serge suit, gray topcoat, and a black-
and-white checked cap. He has a round
face, black curly hair and black eyes.
He’s dark and stocky and medium height.
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in the rooming house, to pick up the
unknown: husband, if he showed up. On
the ride to the New Haven Hospital he
also stopped and had Julius L. Rieger, a
cigar manufacturer who had made a study
of deaf-and-dumb sign-language, come
along as interpreter.
A surgeon in the hospital informed Don-
nelly, Tuttle and Rieger that X-ray pic-
tures of the girl’s head showed her cerebral
hemorrhage to be the result of a skull
fracture. “It’s a very dangerous case,” he
added gravely. “She’s unconscious. And
it’s probably forever.”
Next morning, at 3:40, April 24th,
1916, the girl was dead.
There was only one logical and imme-
diate angle of approach to the murder—to
find someone who had noticed the mysteri-
| ous couple get off a train from Providence.
The district between the New Haven
railroad station and the Crown Street
rooming house, is some half dozen blocks
of business establishments closed on
‘Easter Sunday, so there was nothing forth-
coming there. But two days later, after
almost continuous prowling, Sergeant
Tuttle talked to a railroad station porter
who remembered Easter morning.
“A guy and a girl,” the porter told him,
“came up the ramp about ten o’clock that
morning, and the guy wrote me a note ask-
ing where they could find a rooming
house.”
Tuttle said dubiously, “Ten o'clock?
The Providence train gets in here at eight
in the morning.” The time discrepancy
was that the couple had not appeared at
Mrs. Munson’s until 10:45 a.m. “You're
sure of the time?”
The porter was positive. “Them two
people had just got off the New York-
Boston express, and on the way up it
don’t stop between New York and New
Haven.”: . .
ERGEANT TUTTLE had an after-
death police photograph of the mur-
‘dered girl, and the railroad station porter
identified it. That changed the entire crime
picture, and Captain Donnelly agreed with.
Tuttle when the detective sergeant _pre-
sented the porter’s new evidence. “So they
came out of New York instead .of Provi-
dence,” Donnelly said. “We’re up against
a sharp killer and probably a planned mur-
der. Maybe the New York City Missing
Persons Bureau has a line on the girl.” -
The phone call to Manhattan got imme-
diate and surprising results. “Yes,” the
M. P. B. officer in New York told Don-
nelly, “the mother of “a deaf-and-dumb
girl reported her missing last Monday
night—said she’d been gone about thirty-
six hours. Her name is Annie Castelli.
Her husband is Joseph Castelli. He figures
she’s run off with some other guy. So we
‘tossed the case at Detective Captain Wil-
liam Jones.”
At noon the next day, Wednesday, Ser-
geant Tuttle sat in Captain Jones’ police
office and explained the strange murder to
the New-York City detective.
“So somebody finally killed her,” Cap-
tain Jones commented thoughtfully. “I
don’t think she deserved it. But now that
it’s a fact, let’s make sure of what facts we
have.” He called for a file on the Castelli
Missing Persons case and showed Tuttle
the picture of a slim young girl. “Her
mother gave us this, and one of her hus-
band.”
‘Sergeant Tuttle studied the girl’s pic-
| ture, but it took only'a moment before he
could ‘say, “That’s the girl; not a doubt.”
The other photograph, of Joseph Cas-
telli, her husband, took longer to scrutinize,
and was a shock to Tuttle’s logic.
Mer this man deaf and dumb too2”. he
asked,
costes: pt sat < ee on
. “Definitely,” Jones replied. “We've got
a minor record on him and we've talked to
him, by note writing. Here’s his record:
““Married Annie last April. In No-
vember she charged him with non-support
and assault. Neighbors say it was a daily
squabble. She claimed, too, that he was
trying to live on her savings. He slugged
her into a black eye..:A’ Domestic Rela-
tions Court judge put him on Blackwell’s
Island for three months.”
_ Sergeant Tuttle studied Joseph Castelli’s
picture again. “He’s not the man the land-
lady in New Haven described. This guy
in the photo has a long face, straight hair,
and is tall. I don’t get it, Captain.”
“Neither do I,” Jones admitted. “But
maybe the landlady’s description is wrong.”
“She convinced me she knew what she
was talking about,” Tuttle insisted.” “Any-
how, she certainly couldn’t be wrong about
his deaf-mute affliction—since you say it’s
no act. Where can I find him?”
Jones said that Joseph Castelli and his
wife had an apartment on the third floor at
213 East 103rd Street, Manhattan. The
New York detective probed through the
file again. “And here’s a postcard he says
he got in the first Monday mail.” ~
Tuttle read the card, addressed to Joseph
Castelli in a cramped back-hand style in
pencil. On the reverse side of it was this
unloving message:
Dear Husband: I’m gone and
there’s no use in looking for me. I’m
with the one I truly love. Sorry it had
to be this way but as long as you and
I lived together neither of us was
happy. Annie.
The postmark on the card was 3 P.M.
Easter Sunday, New Haven, Connecticut.
“Has this handwriting been compared
with any writing of Annie or her hus-
band?” Tuttle asked.
“Until you pfoved she was dead,” Jones
said, “it wasn’t anything but just another
runaway-wife case, because Joseph Cas-
telli told us that on Easter Sunday morn-
ing he attended a sunrise service and got
home at eight o’clock. His wife was miss-
ing, but she’d gone places by herself be-
fore, so he didn’t think anything of her
not being home. He had lunch in a res-
taurant’ later in the day, alone, and finally
dropped into a saloon for a few glasses of
wine. He produced the postcard when we
interviewed him.”
“I grant it wasn’t important then,” Ser-
geant Tuttle conceded. “But it’s important
now. And it’s a lousy alibi—too many
public spots for a guy, who talks with notes
or his fingers. He could have got to New
Haven and back in all those hours, and
killed her.”
“We'll talk to him again—and quick,”
Captain Jones said emphatically. “But
let’s back your theory with an: identifica-
tion, if we can get one. Phone Captain
Donnelly and have the landlady, Mrs.
Munson, down here to take a good look
at him.”
-While Tuttle made :the New. Haven
phone call, Captain Jones assigned two of
his shrewdest detectives, Enright and Con-
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into a chair where his white shirt and gray
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was that he had no idea who had run off
with his wife. , Tuttle was more interested
.in the handwriting of Castelli’s penciled
answers than in their statements. He
stepped into another room ’of the apart-
ment and made a comparison of Joseph
Castelli’s notes with the New Haven post-
marked postcard the husband claimed: he
had received from his wife the Monday
after Easter. . :
Sergeant Tuttle was no handwriting ex-
pert, yet he could see that there was a
similarity, enough to make a search of the |.
apartment a police necessity. He had no
legal search warrant, and when he handed
him the penciled request for permission,
Castelli wrote: “Why?”
Tuttle wrote back at him: “Because we
might find something here that will lead
us to the man who ran off with your wife.”
Castélli could not do anything but
agree. Detectives Conroy and Enright
went to work on the shake-down of the
rooms, but turned up no gray topcoat,
blue-serge suit or black-and-white cheéck-
ered cap—Mrs. Munson’s description of
the clothing worn by the man who had
rented the New Haven room with Annie
Castelli...
Yet they did find, in a bureau drawer
containing some of her possessions, a li-
brary card signed by Annie Castelli. The
card: had been issued at the 96th Street
Branch of the New York Public Library.
And there was no resemblance at all be-
tween the writing on the New Haven
postcard and Annie Castelli’s signature on
the library card.
In the same drawer they discovered a
bank book belonging to Annie. It revealed
a withdrawal, on the Saturday before
Easter, of $1,453—which was one. dollar
less than the total account. They also
found a document bearing Annie’s sig-
nature, This, in conflict with Tuttle’s
comparison of Joseph Castelli’s notes and
the somewhat similar writing on the New
Haven postcard, definitely pointed up Cas-
telli’s contention that his. wife had run off
with another man. A married woman
pulling that particular caper would nor-
mally take her money with her.
However, in another dresser, containing
only Joseph Castelli’s possessions, the two
New York City detectives came up with
$1,375 in bills—only $78 short of the
amount Annie had taken from her saving
account the previous Saturday.
The obvious and, for Castelli, damaging
conclusion from the detectives’ point of
view was that he could not have saved that
much cash himself during the short time
he had been released from his sentence on
Blackwell’s Island—particularly since he
had been put there for refusing to work to
support his wife and himself.
“It’s my money,” he wrote in another
note to Sergeant Tuttle. “Put it back
where you found it.” :
The sergeant wrote back: “After you
tell us where and how you got it.”
“I won it gambling,” Castelli’s pencil
scribbled. Yet the scribbling didn’t say
where. and he refused to write more
about it. ‘
ee CASTELLI was taken down to
Captain Jones’ office, where Mrs. Mun-
son would shortly appear from New Haven
and where a professional police hand-
writing expert was available. The hand-
writing expert took the signed library card,
the New Haven postcard and the deaf-
‘mute husband’s penciled notes; a police-
man took Castelli into another room; and
Sergeant Tuttle outlined the new situation
to Jones.
It was now, Tuttle reasoned, a reversion
to the theory that Castelli had taken his
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HEN this story
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for the very good reason that I was not, there when he es:
caped.. But I do know all about my own escape. “T did no
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Prison. I beat that prison on my merits. I: simply. ut
thought the organization. It didn’t cost me a dime.
When Anderson and I ‘arrived there, we didn’t “mix’, w
anybody. We had had enough experience in’ prisons® to.
know that Atlanta, like all the rest of the stirs in the United
States, had its stool-pigeon system, its human rats who-were
ready to betray their fellow men to further their own intet
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would sell their souls to curry favor with the officers. At-
lanta was no exception to the rule. a eee
Therefore, Anderson and I kept to ourselves until we had
lar fellows. We didn’t even think of escape until we knew
who was “right” and who was “wrong.”
were “wrong” had talked nothing but escape to Anderson
and me. te
My health was extremely poor when I arrived in Atlanta.
I was suffering with diabetes, and I was physically unable.
to perform any sort of hard labor, even though the Judge
had condemned me to hard labor.
me to the hospital.
Now it has been said by the gabby people that.I bribed the
doctor to get into the hospital, because later I escaped from
22
Gerald Chapman’s Own
| _ Story
Hh UCH has been said and written about the management
~~ nothing to me now,
hand out any money to any of the officers at the Atlanta’
yo ~ Stick to the underworld, boy, and you'll go’as all of them
i) go, ‘There are but three finishes for the grifter: cash in as
T'm doing, the chair, or the rope.” - aaah
.- J held -him in my arms while he passed into the infinite !
I have never been in a prison that was free from ©
‘stool-pigeons. One always finds yellow-hearted rats who
an opportunity to discriminate between the rats and the regu- —
4 “The fellows who .
were “right” hadn’t intimated escape, while the.fellows who .
The prison doctor ordered .
the hospital. What an
absurd allegation! I
assure you that is a
fabrication, pure and
simple. Up ‘until my
arrival in the hospital I
hadn’t seriously thought
of escape, and I hadn't, I repeat, discussed escape with any-
body in the prison, outside of Anderson. :
Further, I hadn’t cultivated any of the convicts intimately.
And still further, the officers watched Anderson and me
constantly.’ The first “right guy” that I got acquainted with
» in Atlanta was Qld’ Jim Weldon, a veteran safe cracker.
Jim was about sixty-five years old and had spent forty of
the sixty-five years in prisons. He was a living testimonial
o.the fact that the life of a criminal is the most worthless
-life'imaginable.
».9I recall my chat with him the night before he died. He
gave me some good advice. | f
~“Chapman,” she said, “you're still a young man. If I
ere you, I would. cut out the grift. There’s nothing to it.
very crook in the world is a sucker, or he wouldn’t be a
crook. “Every: crook in the world is crazy—a maniac—or he
wouldn’t entertain the stupid) idea that he can beat the or-
“ganized forces of society. I have spent forty years in the
‘racket, and now. I’m dying in a stir.”
- T’knew he was dying, but I tried to convince him that he
“had many years yet to live. I talked escape to him. -
“T guess, you don’t-get me, pal,” she replied. “Life means
I have squandered my life as a crooked
gambler squanders the dough he steals from suckers. I
welcome death because I am tired of life. I have no desire
‘to live. I’m an old man, but I'd like to see some of you
young birds wake up before you cash in, as I am cashing in.
Poor Old Jim Weldon !
IM was one of the few “right guys” in the Atlanta Prison,
_J Frank Grey, about whom I will now write and the man
with whom I escaped, was another thoroughbred—one of the
best that ever came down the underworld pike!
. Frank, who was in the hospital because of some tempo-_
‘rary ailment, was one of those men ready and willing to go
the route for a friend. He was a magnanimous soul even
though he was a crook. Grey was the only man in the.
Atlanta Prison with whom I talked escape, excepting Old
Jim Weldon and Anderson.
The first thing that attracted my attention to Frank Grey
was that he was a lone traveler—didn’t mix with anybody.
He never tried, as others had tried, to cultivate me, and I’m
sure that if I hadn’t spoken to him, he never would have
spoken to me. ‘The next thing that aroused my curiosity and
interest in him was the sort of books that he read. He was
an insatiable reader and he loved Goethe and Oscar Wilde,
both of whom I had read ravenously and religiously.
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a The Crime Picture Five to One Hundred
Bs Years Ago. This Month Has in It Many
~ Things That Will Astonish All Who Read
oa “By David Frederick McCord
Celebrated Authority on Crime and Its Punishment
* Ortie : McManigal: He of capital punishment. But legislators debate whipping
confessed’ to a part in post. : :
dynamiting the Los An- _ EXECUTIONS: Eighteen hundred reds beheaded
geles Times with.an in- in China... End of the $150,000 Elizabeth, New Jersey
fer machine such as mail robbery case of 1926 when Daniel Grosso is exe-
fore one he is ‘shown cuted in Trenton for murder of John P. Enz in the
holdup. (One month. after the robbery, Jim—Killer—
Cuniffe was killed: by William—Ice Wagon Crowley.
Crowley was killed by a cop. Four others in case got
prison Terms.) U-
_The~Month Five Years Ago: April, 1931
/MURDER: William H. McSwiggin, assistant at-
tofney of Cook County, dames J. and Thomas Dough-
- epty, machine-gunned in Cicero, Illinois.
HANGING: Gerald Chapman, outlaw king, loses
demonstrating
The Month Five Years Ago: April, 1931
NATCH: The racket gathers speed
... Frank J. Blumer, rich Monroe,
Wisconsin, brewer is held’ for $150,-
000. Demand cut to $100,000. Blumer
freed at Decatur, Illinois, without pay-
ment... Doctor |. D. Kelley, Junior, St
Louis specialist, lured from home by
mysterious ‘phone call and_ kidnaped.
Later released to John T. Rogers, re-
porter. Ransom payment denied. (In
1935, Mrs. N. T. Muench, former St.
Louis society woman, was tried for al-
leged part in plot and acquitted) ...
At Mundelein, Illinois, four bandits in-
vade home of -M. C. Mott, cashier of
state bank, tie up Mrs.’ Mott and her
sons, cook food, take baths, force Mott
to go to bank with them and open safe,
Mott left bound in vault ... Wealthy
Chicagoans (McCormicks, Spragues, Ar-
mours) threatened with kidnaping and
extortion, form protective committee.
TRIAL: Scottsboro rape case starts
to international fame, “Eight Negro de-
fendants, charged with assault on two
white girl vagrants’ on.freight train, riot in. ceils, ar
put in chains after conviction .. . Trial in Germany .o
Peter Kuerten, vampire of Dusseldorf. Since 1899 this
sadist has been guilty of assorted murders, attempted
murders, arsons. Convicted, sentenced to guillotine? bs
BEST TRICKS OF THE MONTH: “Habeas Cor-
pus used in Brooklyn. by. “friends”. who. want-to get
gang murder figure (who has survived-ride) out of: jail, .
where he is held as material witness: . Beneficiary. of plan. ‘They do not mention:
successfully opposes it; says they. just: want to take him’ address; and) thus
for another ride’.:. . Ambitious youth “in jail. ‘at: St ~ later. puncture:
Johns, Newfoundland, breaks out every ‘night‘and ‘ter- ..Oklahoma. penite
rorizes community. with series of -robberies. woes Dyke, retiring. W
PRISONS:.Clinton Crate and Huston Gibson, rob-:... ‘refused by ‘Stat
bers, doing time in‘ Ohio penitentiary, Columbus, ‘con-. nwa «aa
fess they set prison fire of April,-1930, in which: 320. died.
James Raymond, third man in plot, already”has hanged
self in solitary ; . .. Bush Negroes living:in French Guiana
neat Devil’s Island ‘build up, lucrative: business‘ helping. »
prisoners escape: For $5 they. supply boats, food, maps.’ > 3
Top French rewardfor recapture only $2.:.... General’: ° °Sing: Sing,
disapproval of penalcolony system’ aids’ fleeing convicts... . + New.
When they land at. Trinidad and are arrested; the courts”
let them go with reprimands for not having passports,
and citizens supply them with food and clothes for fur-
24
Huston Gibson: Robber who helped to
set. a cell-block afire and below, J. J.
McNamara, arrested for dynamiting
heavy patrons: of —
tter > writers.
Maen has been written
about Gerald Chapman,
prototype of the modern
criminal, and about the
man who eventually sent
him to the gallows in Connecticut: State's
Attorney Hugh M. Alcorn, Sr. But the most
significant aspect of this extraordinary
case is not generally known. It is the story
of how Chapman, a character with a some-
times brilliant mentality, actually snared
himself with his own gun,
It was back in the lawless 20s when
Chapman, an anemic man with frosty
green eyes, ushered in the crime wave that
subsequently was to sweep the nation, On
the foggy night of October 24, 1921, this
master crook, with George “Dutch’’ An-
derson and another confederate, pulled the
biggest mail job in history.
At 10:30, the bandits, who had ‘‘cased”
the job for weeks, stuck up a mail truck at
a deserted corner in lower New York City.
The brazen trio got away with loot esti-
mated at $1,500,000 in cash, jewelry and
negotiable securities. However, they were
later captured by postal authorities, Chap-
man was sent to the Federal pen at Atlanta
for 25 years. But this resourceful slicker
had been confined only 11 months when his
second of two sensational escape efforts
was successful.
Soon after, Anderson, also in Atlanta,
tunneled his way to freedom. The pair
quickly joined forces. In the months that
passed, they were reported to have resumed
their activities in virtually every part of
the nation. Chapman became the first
Public Enemy No. 1. But it was a bush
league safe cracking job in New Britain,
Conn., on October 12, 1924, that started
him on his way to the rope.
A policeman, James Skelly, was slain
when he surprised two yeggmen at work,
-One burglar, captured, finally told police
his confederate had been the notorious
Chapman. The chase was stepped up in
tempo, and through letters mailed to a
former girl friend, Chapman was eventually
hunted down in a Muncie, Ind., hideout.
Then began an amazing series of. moves.
Chapman was brought back to Atlanta, to
resume serving his sentence. Alcorn, gifted
prosecutor for Hartford County in Con-
necticut (of which New Britain is a part),
was called upon to make the riskiest de-
cision of his long career. He could play
safe and leave Chapman in Atlanta; or he
could seek his freedom on a gamble which
would ultimately mean death to the
criminal for the Skelly murder.
Alcorn decided to gamble. He saw
Attorney Gen. John C. Sargent in Washing-
ton, and asked that Chapman’s sentence he
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commuted so he could stand trial for
murder. Both men realized that if Chap-
man were acquitted, a dangerous public
enemy would again be at large. After a
review of the evidence Sargent succeeded
in obtaining the commutation, signed by
President Coolidge.
Alcorn’s bold strategy launched one of
the most bizarre cases ever to go before the
courts. Chapman protested he preferred
spending 25 years in Atlanta to risking his
neck in Connecticut, to which he had once
referred scornfully as “a hick state.” He
carried his fight to the U. S. Supreme
Court. Chapman lost. *
The weeks-long trial, which got un-
derway in Superior Court in Hartford on
March 24, 1925, was bitterly contested.
Alcorn was compelled to overcome Skelly’s
dying statement that he had been shot by
the second burglar, not Chapman, Chap-
man, so poised he frequently read poetry
during the trial, swore he had been in
. Brooklyn at the time of the New Britain
killing. He asked, sardonically, “Who ever
‘heard of me blowing a safe?”
But hisggun finished Chapman.
When captured in Muncie, a revolver
had been found in his possession. Tests
were made at Alcorn’s direction, and ballis-
tics experts for the state testified the bullet
that killed Skelly had been fired from that
weapon, Chapman was unable to rebut this
scientific evidence. On the first ballot, the
jury sentenced him to be hanged at the
Connecticut State Prison in Wethersfield.
Chapman was granted three reprieves
as legal moves for retrial failed. When time
had nearly run out, Alcorn asked Chap- _
man why he had been so foolish as to retain
the gun with which he had killed Skelly.
The prosecutor was unable to reconcile this
colossal blunder with Chapman’s obvious
intellectual attainments.
Answered the enigmatic Chapman, “Tt
was too good a gun to throw away.”
That “good” gun, of which he was so
fond, cost Chapman his life.
On the night of April 5, 1926, he summed
up his fatalistic philosophy for the death
house crew, by intoning the “candle”
quatrain of Edna St. Vincent Millay. Then
he was led into the execution chamber.
The weights dropped, and Chapman, the
master crook, was-hanged—hanged because
of a bit of foolishness not even a two-bit
crook would have countenanced.
, —By Joseph DeBona
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his whistle. The murder suspect was in
the trap, after he had taken less than
a dozen steps into 36th Street from
Tenth Avenue.
While the man had presented the pic-
ture of temperance on his expedition to
Jersey on May 8, he wasn’t altogether
sober at the time of his capture. He had
25 cents in his possession. Protesting his
innocence, he gave his name as Martin
Kenkowsky.
In his rooms police found a letter from
the Germania Cader: Knights of Honor,
addressed to Mina Miller. The letter
contained receipts which showed she'd
faithfully paid premiums on her insur-
ance,
Stanton, who knew Captain Washburn
and other officials at the station house,
was in on the search of the rooms, even
though he had missed taking part in the
arrest. He found a watch case, which con-
tained a ticket for a lady’s watch and
chain the suspect had left for repair at a
Sixth Avenue jewelry store. Twelve
dresses found in the trunks were readily
identified as Mina’s property. Just for
good measure, the boys in blue found a
bloodstained towel inside one of the
trunks.
Strang and Scherrer identified Ken-
kowsky as the man they had known in
their involvement in the case. Later, Mrs.
Kenkowsky, leading her 9-year-old son
and her younger daughter, came into
the station house and soon there were
tears, with Kenkowsky contributing a
few to the occasion.
Seide, incidentally, was soon cast in his
familiar role as interpreter. The news-
paperman learned from Mrs. Kenkowsky
that her husband had not lived at home
from May 2 through May 12.
“I know my husband was led astray by
some bad woman,” she sobbed. She had
never known him as Louis Kettler, nor as
Joseph"Raymond, the name her husband
had used in marking the trunks for ship-
ment. The trunks were definitely not
hers, she said.
Kenkowsky, sober,’ began to talk.
Speaking in German he admitted to
Seide that he knew Mina Miller.
“I didn’t know she was married,” he
explained. “She liked me and begged me
to go to Europe with her. She wanted to
get married and asked me to go to Union
Hill with her Tuesday May 8, and I did.
She met two men near Guttenberg who
knew her and one of them said, ‘Oh,
Mina’s got another lover.’ She left me
and went with them,” Kenkowsky’s voice
broke, He sobbed like a child. “I didn’t
kill her. I didn’t kill her,” he cried.
Kenkowsky agreed to waive extradition
and go to Jersey the next day.
Six days after Martin Kenkowsky’s
arrest, a coroner’s jury sitting in the
Hudson County Courthouse in Jersey
City brought in its verdict. The members
had heard a stream of witnesses identity
Kettler-Kenkowsky, place him within a
short distance of Opdyke’s Woods on the
day of the murder. Also, they had listened
with much interest to the story of Regina
Hertfelder, a 20-year-old Jersey girl with
an inspiring figure. She had come for-
ward to charge that Kenkowsky, less than
a week after the slaying, had enticed her
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for murder of. Bridgeport policeman.
CRIME PREVENTION: Illinois bankers, by co-
operative war on robbers, have cut raids 80 per cent in
year; invite colleagues of Indiana, Wisconsin, Minnesota,
and lowa to spread good work.
BANDITS: Romanetti, most glamourous of Corsi-
can brigand chieftains, slain by. gendarmes: Peasants,
however, think it was more romantic than that. They’
have it (and the controversy still goes on) that he died
duelling with a rival Catherine—the Terrible—
Planovsky, Russia’s only woman bandit, guilty of doz-
ens of murders, has been captured. She was caught five
years ago, too, and ordered shot. When-the execution
squad fired she fell over as if dead, and the soldiers
marched away. After which Catherine, who had. out-
smarted them, got up and marched away, too.
IGNS OF THE TIMES: Radio on the upgrade...
In New York the radio thief (he steals nothing but
receiving sets—because he likes music, as it turns out) is
operating . . . In Chicago the first radio slander suit in
the U. S., if not in world, results in $25 fine for an-an-
nouncer who broadcast from a nitery that State’s Attor-
ney Crowe was at the ringside. Unfortunately, Mr.
Crowe heard the broadcast in his own home... In
Oklahoma the bus bandit is replacing the old-time stage-
coach robber ... Berlin has a plague of burglars who
break into houses whose owners are traveling. They
make themselves at home for days and weeks, if not dis-
turbed, before cleaning the places out.
PENOLOGY: In Mexican village a boy who beat
his mother is seized by mob, tied to cross in broiling
sun and allowed to suffer awhile. Then, dressed in red
to represent the devil in him, he is chased out of town.
DISORDERLY CONDUCT: KKK feud breaks out
Wm. H. McSwiggin: He was assistant
state’s attorney of Cook County, Dli-
nois, when gun bullets snuffed him out
Mr. and Mrs. M. C. Mott
and their sons Neal and
William: They... ‘were
trussed up while ban-
dits took baths, cooked
food, then looted .
J. B. McNamara, in- .
volved with his brother
J. J. and McManigal in
an outrage that after
twenty-five years is still
a top exploit of its kind
again in Herrin, Illinois. Six killed in riut .. . Twelve
die, 100 injured, temples despoiled in Hindu-Moslem dis-
turbances in India. -
GANGS: Mussolini orders drive against Mafia; 450
arrested at Palermo, Sicily . . . Uncover ring in
Eastern U. S. that steals expensive cars in Europe, ships
them to America, sells them, and then resteals them
from buyers... The Little Augis and Kid Dropper gangs
are at it again in New York. Max Goldberg is eleventh
casualty in guerilla warfare begun three years ago.
BEST TRICKS OF THE MONTH: Porto Rican
youths who want to come to America learn how to get
free passage and dodge passport red tape. They break
open mail boxes and are sentenced to Federal prisons in
the United States . . . Robber pulls $37,500 job in In-
diana Harbor, Indiana, just across the border from Ili-
nois; then forces taxi-driver to take him over the state
line where cops can’t get him.
FOOTNOTE TO HISTORY: The
jail in Cripple Creek, Colorado, always
full in the old, wild, mining camp day
is closed for lack of patrons.
TATISTICS: Estimate 1,313 gangs
have operated in Chicago in recent
years... Eighty per cent of New York
crime committed by youths under 22...
In Chicago Judge Marctis Kavanaugh
compiles figures showing that in the
United States there is only one execution
for every 110 murders . . . Thirty-fiy
per cent of the 7,000 persons in Federal!
prisons have been convicted in dru
cases.
The Month Twenty-Five Years
Ago: April, 1911
DEATH AND DESTRUCTION:
Dynamite outrages, increasingly com-
mon, have recently wrecked property at
Chicago; Springfield, Illinois; Milwaukee;
French Lick: South Bend, and _ else-
where—bridges, trains, warehouses, mine
tipples. Damage of $25,000 to $50,000
in each explosion In Springfield, Massachusetts,
dynamite blast rocks tower of new $2,000,000 municipal
building . . . J. J. and J. W. McNamara and Ortie
McManigal arrested for Los Angeles Times dynam
(twenty killed) last October. McManigal confes
TRIALS: Murder trial of 36 Camorrists in Viter-
bo, Italy, produces hysterical witness who flies into rage
and throws his glass eye at judge... In Fort Worth
Texas, Mrs. Lizzie Brooks, charged with killing her hus-
band’s mistress, is acquitted when she pleads unwritten
law, and her lawyer sings Home, Sweet Home to the jur\
DISORDERLY CONDUCT: French government
restricts number of wines that may be labelled cham-
pagne. Thousands of wine growers whose sales
affected, riot. Storm through wine country
NICE GUYS: Atlanta justice of the peace, jailed
for running blind tiger, offers to marry all comers 3
while his sentence runs...N. Y. firebug gives advance
warning to occupants of buildings he plans to burn.
COPS: Mayor Gaynor and Magistrate Corrigan
still at it over New York crime wave. Corrigan cha
Gaynor’s interference with (Continued on Page 3°
Abruptly changing the trend of the con-
versation, the Inspector started discussing
a case Drayton was then working on for
the Post Office Department, and did not_
again refer to Anderson at that time.
As he walked back to his office, a whim-
sical smile wreathed the customarily grim
lips of Stone. The tip-off on the notorious
fence’s latest and most daring activity was
laden with speculative possibilities. It
might prove to be a gift from the gods.
The present job of the Post Office in-
spectors was to trace all passers of “hot”
bonds, on the chance that they would lead
to the identity of the bandits who had
stolen them.
Handled properly, Wolfe’s office might
be used by the Post Office authorities as a
trap to catch the Leonard Street mail rob-
bers !
A long telegram, worded in code, was
ticking its way over the wires to Lord
within half an hour.
The following morning the two partners
conferred together in the New York of-
fice, and plotted an intensive and very
carefully worked-out campaign.
The scheme which was hatched between
the two Inspectors, and the way in which
it was carried out, would make a long
story in itself. Only the high spots of
this exploit can be touched upon in this
story.
Suffice it to say that within a week, a
new brokerage office was opened on lower
Broadway in the same building as that in
which Wolfe’s dummy firm was operating.
T was a modest office—a couple of
rooms sublet from a well-established fi-
nancial firm which was perfectly well
aware of the use to which it was to be
put.
Exactly who were members of the per-
sonnel of this office force, is a secret of
the service. Even when the coup was
achieved with an éclat that startled the fi-
nancial world, and the sort of spectacular
display that makes prize copy for the re-
porters, so magically did the entire staff
vanish that not one name was obtained !
Soon things were humming in the decoy
brokerage firm.
In this office was one of the most bril-
liant undercover men in the service.
Keen-witted, an excellent exponent of
what makes for “It” in the sheik line, this
sleuth, who was going under the name of
Billy Baxter, was impersonating a young
fop who merely worked days in order to
“live” nights. Frequently, he has played
this rdéle, and his acquaintanceship among
the habitués of the white light districts in
all large cities is amazingly extensive for
one who seems to be on the sunny side of
thirty. Billy Baxter, however, is much
nearer forty. His appearance of youth-
fulness is one of his greatest assets.
There are no “pick-ups” in the inner
circle of the underworld to which Wolfe
undeniably belonged. But Billy knew how
to pull strings to obtain the proper intro-
ductions.
One night, while entertaining Miss
“Bobby” Daniels, a “hostess” in a certain
night club in the heart of Broadway’s night
life district (or “Mazda Lane,” as Walter
Winchell, New York columnist, calls it),
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person; on the other hand, should the au-
thorities be unable to locate Anderson, the
probabilities were. that the identity of at
least one of the mail bandits was known.
Who was the other?
Of that, they had as yet no inkling.
Ne first thing Inspector Stone did upon
returning to headquarters in New
York was to draw up a second warning
for banks and brokerage houses, inform-
ing them that “hot” bonds were being dis-
tributed.
While he was thus engaged, a clerk en-
tered and handed him a card. A gleam of
interest shot into his eyes as they alighted
on the name. He rose immediately and
sought a secluded office at the further end
of the third-floor corridor.
There he found a man of medium
height, nattily dressed in “ready-to-wears”
of blue serge, somewhat shiny; a gray
shirt, purple tie, and well-polished, black
low shoes. He was seated with his back
to the window. The-ankle of one leg
rested on the knee of the other, showing a
short but dashing. ‘display of purple and
gray silk socks. Though at first glance
his face appeared typical of a somewhat
rough type of go-getting salesman, a
closer scrutiny revealed a peculiar sharp-
ness in the hard, gray eyes and a cynical
twist to the wide, thin lips.
By request of the authorities, the name
“Paul Drayton” will be used in referring
to this man throughout this story. Re-
member the name. Paul Drayton played
a prominent. role in the tracking-down and
capture of Gerald:-Chapman and Dutch
Anderson.
Drayton is one of those characters about
whom you read so often in fiction but sel-
dom come across in real life. He is an
ex-convict who has reformed, and be-
come a sort of modern Vidocq: an im-
placable hunter of criminals in the under-
world, as formerly he was an implacable
foe of the world of law and order.
Much speculation there has been among
the aces of crookdom as to his identity,
but so far he has managed to baffle them
all. He is in no.sense of the word a stool-
pigeon, but a trained, shrewd and fearless
investigator. Day after day and night
after night, sometimes for forty-eight
hours without a wink of sleep, he takes
his life in his hands, mingling with men
and women who hold life cheap and would
snuff -out -his in an instant, should they
scent the true purpose of his presence.
It was the spirit of adventure that first
set him wandering along the crooked paths
of the underworld. His first ambitions, as
a matter of fact, had been to become a
driver entrusted:with the delivery of Uncle
Sam’s mail or, failing that, the driver of
a fire truck: it was the ‘thrill that comes
from flirting with death that unconsciously
appealed to him.
Before he was old enough to obtain em-
ployment as either, he: had several tilts
with the police and served a term in a
reformatory.
Subsequently, he served two terms in
penitentiaries before the knowledge was
knocked into him that there were more
kicks than kick in a reckless life in the
underworld; also, that the romance and
comradely.. loyalty which, according to
books, are supposed tobe integral-parts of
its code, are in reality unknown there.
He came to the conclusion that he could
achieve all the thrill he craved by work-
ing on the side of Uncle Sam instead of
against him; hence his “reformation.”
RAYTON had valuable information to
impart to Inspector Stone that morn-
ing, but you would not have thought so by
his casual bearing: one of the criticisms
most often made against this otherwise in-
valuable ally is that he never seems to take
anything seriously.
There was a twinkle in his sparrow-
bright eyes as he said, out of the corner
of his mouth:
“I got an earful last night that Wolfe's
headin’ a mob to buy ‘hot’ bonds. He’s
goin’ to do the trick up brown; opened
a swell suite of offices down-town below
the old dead-line.”
Only his use of underworld vernacular
registered the undercurrent of excitement
he was experiencing in making this com-
munication. He continued:
“Wolfe, you know, started with a heck
on the Bowery, and made up a gang to cop
ice for him.” (Translated: “Wolfe started
with a pawnshop on the Bowery, and or-
ganized a gang to steal diamonds for
him.”) “He got broader and bigger like
a snowball runnin’ down-hill. All the
dicks have been after him: the railroads,
the insurance men and the shippers have
tried to spring ‘im. They’ve picked ‘im
up fifteen times, but he’s beat every case.”
“Have you anything special in mind?”
Stone asked cautiously. Louis Wolfe, he
knew as a notorious fence.
“Well, maybe. It’s like this. Wolfe's
men are spillin’ the word that they know
somebody who's in the market to buy red-
hot bonds—bonds, that is, that’s copped
right here in New York City banks and
buildin’s . . . and mail-truck stick-ups !”
No matter how “reformed” an ex-con-
vict may be, there is always difficulty in
getting him to come straight to the point.
Detectives find this peculiarly oblique way
of thinking and talking. their greatest hand-
icap in attempting to impersonate an
habitué of the underworld.
“Did you hear anybody refer to the
Leonard Street affair?” Inspector Stone
asked him bluntly.
“‘No-o-o,” he replied drawlingly. “You
see, they’d make me [recognize what I was
after] in a minute if I appeared to be in-
terested, ’cause they know I’ve never played
the bears and bulls’—referring, with a
grin, to bank robberies—“but I thought
this spreadin’ out of: Wolfe was interestin’.”
“Drayton, did you meet Dutch Ander-
son in Auburn?. He was there at the time
you were.”
The reformed lag’s eyes. narrowed for
a moment; then with a shrug he grinned
again. “You mean the ‘Professor’? Sure,
I went to school to him. He was the
schoolma’am at Auburn—and I was in his
class. He’s been straight since he got
out.”
The term “gone straight” in the vernacu-
lar of crookdom has two meanings: it
refers both to the member of the under-
world who has reformed and to the one
who has escaped punishment for his
crimes. With this double interpretation
in mind, Stone asked Drayton if he had
seen Dutch since his release.
“A pal of mine saw him out in Toledo,
where he was running a tobacco shcp,”
he replied. ‘That was some time last
year. Haven't heard nothing else since.”
would be able to com
rl fell in with his sug-
re Durkin would seek
id “an honest life.”
with Clarence Ward,
insfer the belongings
nother of her uncles, |
ie. The plan was for
tin home at midnight,
r Michigan.
he police, and conse-
wlice took possessioa
Gray, a crack marks-
Policemen Patrick
in one bedroom and
in, stepping into the
trained upon him ia
istin was, to give the
'y ascended the steps
: 100 yards from the
ith.
‘mely nervous, cried:
“*Betty”’ instead of
id failed to appear,
unup. Durkin just
ttle apartment. One
f Durkin's shots
teucle Gray in the
aen. The Ser-
swayed and fell
gainst Naughton’'s
eveled shotgun. The
hotgun's charge went
vild, the slugs piercing
he wall and striking
Joyd Austin, who
ad sought safety ia
n adjoining room.
A police bullet
aught Durkin in the
ack, He ran through
he kitchen and down |
he back stairs into
he yard. -Shotgua |
lugs ripped into his
eft arm. He lurched
gainst a clothesline, |
ell, and lost his hat. 4
le was up in a mo.
nent and vanished ia |
he night. :
_expired within a few
’s, finally succumbing |
n following an opera-
gnation, and brought
ds.
trict, was suspended
lission on a charge of
ed and returned to
dict that Durkin had
ston had accidentally |
‘ainst Naughton,
d out of the Austia
t shelter in the base-
_and spent the hours
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nued on page 84)
ad found no difficulty
§ of being bumped off—is
Captain Michael |
The long, tortuous trail
—one of constant peril
being doggedly followed
by the detectives who are
slowly but surely closing
in on the infamous ban-
dit, Gerald Chapman.
Here is the real story of
this notorious police
character—revealed to
the public for the first
time
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and manaclied, being taken
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CHAPMAN—
America’s “Super-Bandit”
vag story so far:
Swinging aboard a U. S. mail
Such, on down-lown Leonard Street,
Sew Yerk City, two daring bandits held up the driver, Frank Havernack,
ond lected the truck. The time was 10 P. M., Oct. 24th, 1921. The
hondits had driven up to the mail truck ina pleasure-car. They made their
mage in the same car. It was driven by a third man who took no other
pert cx the hold-up. The whole operation took less than three minutes.
Thas wos pulled what the entire country knew next day to have been
the biggest hold-up ever made in the East in the history of the Post
Offer Department. The total loot amounted to $1,454,129 in currency
Cd heads!
Wekia on hour of the robbery, the wheels of the gigantic machinery
bd the Post Office Department's secret service were in motion, to capture
the hexdits. Inspectors Stone and Lord assumed charge of the in-
mstigetiens in New York.
Fear months of unrelenting sleuthing followed. There was no clue
fe the bandits’ identity. Then—a lip took Inspector Stone to Detrott.
There he definitely picked up the trail of one of the bandits ae
(Detch”) Anderson. As yet he had no clue to the identity of the
tha—Gerald Chapman. Both bandits were now engaged in the merr
= “passing” the “‘hot"’ bonds of the mail-truck loot to “receivers.”
by th | the sleuths now sought lo pick up the ramifications of
tha gogantic web as it spread from city to city. ‘
® — Paad Drayton, a reformed ex-convict, now a trusted sleuth of the Post
ment, learns that a notorious ‘‘fence,'’’ Louis Wolfe, of
York City, is in the market for red-hot bonds. A dummy
boterace firm is organised by the post-office inspectors. Its ob?ect 1s
® estoNish contact with Wolfe and, eventually, with the mail-truck
hermes.
Bally Baxter, clever post-office sleuth, thinks a girl might help him.
@me wight he meets Bobby" Daniels, baby-eyed night club ‘‘hostess.”
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He tells her of a scheme to clean up on a
trust fund of gilt-edged securities—a
treasure trove—if only his friend would go
in on itl Bobby's eves sparkle as she listens to him. She has her own
connections with crookdom. Perhaps here is her chancel
The story continues: .
’ Part Two
se DON’T see anything very wrong in taking out the bonds
| for a few days,” she said comfortingly, ‘but somebody
might miss them. That is probably what your friend is
afraid of. Let me talk it over witha man I know—I prom-
ise, cross my heart, I won’t mention any names—and I’m sure
he'll hit on some scheme that you can put up to your partner.”
“Fine—only keep my name out of it!” warned Billy.
One more bottle, and as the hour reached 4A. M., Billy
left the club, arranging to see Bobby a couple of nights later
and learn of whatever plan her friend had concocted.
Baxter knew that during the intervening couple of days, he
and his partner would be carefully looked up by members of
the underworld. ‘Buried bonds''—the name given by bank
thieves to such securities as those which he-had described to
the girl—offer the safest kind. of loot, but ordinarily they are
beyond the reach of plunderers.
The inspector who was carrying the réle of senior partner in
the post-office’s dummy firm, had been diligently engaged in
cultivating the confidence of various brokers whose specialty
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secretly owned by a notorious ex-convict,
for over a month, and’had played his game
with a skill that had completely hood-
winked the wise-eyed girl who was seated
beside him.
There was nothing in the appearance of
Bobby Daniels to suggest her connection
with crookdom. A sleek, wavy, ‘blond’bob
crowned her small, regularly featured face,
and her lips formed a rather babyish
mouth; but a keen observer would have
noted a hard expression in the long-lashed
blue eyes.
HOUGH she was not directly con-
nected with. Welfe’s mob, Baxter knew
her to be acquainted with many men promi-
nent in the most select coteries of the un-
derworld. She would, he had calculated,
make an excellent mouthpiece in deliver-
ing a certain message along the main ar-
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and thus bring the two dummy firms,
Wolfe’s and the’ secret service’s, into con-
tact !
Bobby believed Baxter to be the scape-
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who paid him an ample allowance to keep
away from the home-town. Numerous
hints he had managed to “convey convinced
her that some phony check trouble had been
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For a while, this particular evening,
she tried through professional sympathy
and gayety to dispel his apparent dejection,
Finding these unsuccessful, she asked him
biuntly what the trouble was.
“Perhaps I shouldn’t tell you,” he said,
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been drinking alcohol-charged synthetic
champagne, and to this he figured Bobby
would attribute his indiscreet confidences. )
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knew him to be so squeamish before,” he
finished with a sneer,
“Perhaps he sees that your scheme would
bring you into worse trouble than you're
in now,” the girl suggested softly, and
there was a note of skepticism in her voice
that would have challenged any vouth who
was as infatuated with her as Baxter had
feigned to be.
He apparently rose to the bait: “Listen,
girlie, and see if it isn’t a peach of a
scheme! My partner has access to a vault
where there is nearly a million dollars’
worth of gilt-edged bonds. They are part
of a trust fund for a kid who is now
about eight years old. According to the
terms of his father’s will, these bonds are
not to be touched until they mature ten
years from now...
“Don’t you see how easily we could
borrow on a few of them... and clean
up, and then return them without anybody
being any the wiser? Baby—it’s one of
those chances of a lifetime!”
T the mention of so much accessible
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across the girl’s eyes. Instinctively, she
conceived a vague outline of a plan where-
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in one of the Wall Street messenger rob-
beries could gain part of this treasure
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glass... .
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24 True Detective Mysteries
On the second floor of the hospital there were two large
rooms for convict patients. Between these two large rooms
there were two small ones, one of which was utilized as a
medicine room, and the other was used as a nurse’s bed-
‘room,
“THERE was a window in the bedroom which looked out
into a court from which the guards on the wall could not
be seen. Neither could the guards see the window. ‘The -
window, incidentally, was heavily barred. It was an ideal
location for a get-away.
They have the audacity to say that I “bought” my way
out of Atlanta!
Now, before we could get out of the hospital, we had to
have saws. Further still, we had to have guns in the event
of our meeting one of the guards who prowled the yards and’
the walls all night long. We had to saw a number of bars
in the hospital window, and in order to make sure that we
would be able to go over the wall after we got out of the
hospital, we had to have a ladder. But above all, and before
all, we had to work out some kind of a scheme to plunge the
entire prison into darkness—especially the big yard,. which
was lighted up with huge incandescent lights which shone
with great brilliancy.
him,” Grey said, “as I trust you. You'll trust him when
you meet him.”
Well, I finally met him. I will call him Jimmy, though
that isn’t his name. The first time I talked with Jimmy I
knew he was a “right guy.” Jimmy was dead on the level.
He had that peculiar something about him that denoted
loyalty. He looked me in the eyes when he talked with me.
Instinctively I felt that I could trust him, so we went on with
our plans.
IMMY was told everything. We informed him that we ex-
pected to get out of the hospital at a certain time in the
morning, between the hours of three and five. Now Jimmy
was never locked up. He was in the yard night and day.
He was a member of the tubercular colony. The afternoon
of the night that we iritended to make the break we rehearsed
the signals with Jimmy. From three o'clock ’til five he was
to be on the alert looking for us along the south side of the
wall, hard by the hospital. One flash of our pocket light
was the signal that we were on our way. He was to ac-
knowledge that he caught the signal hy flashing his pocket
light twice. When we flashed twice, it was his cue to short-
circuit the wires, plunging the prison into darkness.
It was impossible for me to do any of the sawing on
. GUDDENLY the guard turned and went back to his box. Grey
and I crawled along on our hands and knees to the shadow of
the wall, and just as we got there the guard came out of his box and
started along the top of the wall—toward us!
“I think he saw us,’ Grey whispered. ‘Get in close to the wall.’
“That next minute ——” »
These were the “one or two minor details” that Grey had
mentioned.,
It isn’t an easy matter to get guns, saws and ropes in
prisons, but I have always embraced the creed that a man
can do most anything if he thinks he can do it—provided
the thing he wants to do is within his limitations. I thought
I could get guns, saws and a rope ladder. T thought I
could arrange to have the prison wiring system .short-
circuited, therefore I went into this escape whole-heartedly.
and with the belief that I would succeed. ’
FIRST we went after the saws. Every prison has a ma-
chine-shop. Atlanta had one. I managed to sneak into
the machine-shop one day at noon while the officers -and the
prisoners were at lunch and steal a few saws. a.
Next we went after the rope ladder. That was compara-
tively easy. We stole the material with which we made
the ladder, Now there were two other minor details to be
attended to—the guns, and the short-circuiting of the prison
wiring system. It cost me money to get those guns. They
were the most expensive guns I have ever bought. I paid
exactly $1,500 each for them and, incidentally, I think they
were cheap at that price. I will not tell how I got them, but
I will say that no officer connected with the Atlanta Prison
figured in the transaction ! ‘i
The hardest part of the entire scheme to work out was
short-circuiting the lighting system. Here is where we
had to have a confederate, a third party, and here is where
I came within a hair of side-tracking the whole proposition.
Grey said he knew his man—the third party. “I trust
the hospital windows. Grey had to do all the work because
the hospital guard had been given strict orders to “keep tabs
on Chapman.” While Grey worked on the bars, I recited
“The Call of the Wild” and “The Spell of the Yukon” to
drown the sound of the saw. This kept the guard and the.
stool-pigeons in the hospital from hearing Grey. .I told the
stool-pigeons and the guard stories about certain underworld
celebrities, most of which was fictional in character. The
job was finished before the “lights out” order came. I think
-I was more nervous than I had ever been before. And with
good cause, because I realized if I failed on this, my first
attempt, that I would probably never get another chance.
Now I want to give you a picture of the guard’s routine,
test you think he was “bought,” as it has been intimated.
He was by no means a careless fellow. He was, on the
other hand, an unusually industrious prison employee. He
was vigilant. He was on the job. It was no reflection on
him that we “beat” the hospital. He had his orders to “keep
tabs” on me and he carried them out to the letter.
But there was a weak spot in the routine, a break for
which he was not responsible and for which he couldn’t be
criticized. The “break” to which I refer occurred between
the hours of three and five. Every morning between three
and five the guard left the hospital floor on which Grey and
I were confined and went to the basement to awaken the
convicts who were employed in the kitchen. For approxi-
mately two hours the hospital was unprotected and it was
during these two hours that Grey and I concluded to make
our get-away.
We had tabbed the guard's movements every night” for
months. H
during those
around three
minutes aft
Precisely at
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There was
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he tried it!
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My Escape fréin Atlanta Prison
(Continued from. page 25)
going up the ladder. Just as we got over
the wall, the prison whistle began to
screech loudly, notifying the natives for
miles around that there had been an escape
at the big prison. This was something that
we hadn’t anticipated. We had figured
that our escape wouldn’t be discovered
until two hours after we had gone, when
the hospital guard returned to the hospital
from the kitchen at five o'clock.
Here was the whistle blowing like mad
just as we scaled the wall! Needless to
say we were alarmed. We knew that that.
whistle, which could be heard twenty miles
away, would arouse the natives who would
immediately shoulder guns and “beat the
bush” to win the fifty dollars reward
which the prison paid for the capture of
an escaped convict. Fifty dollars was a
lot of money to some of those corn-bread-
eating “Georgia crackers,” and. hunting a
convict was infinitely more entertaining
sport than hunting ’possums and rabbits.
OTH Grey and I knew that we were in
a tough jam when that whistle began
blowing. We had expected to be miles
away, but here we were within a hundred
yards of the hospital. I was not quite so
optimistic now. As a matter of fact, I
was entirely pessimistic. But we pushed
on, intending to do the best we could.
We hadn’t gone a quarter of a mile
before we bumped into a farmer—one of
those “Georgia crackers” to whom I have
referred. He eyed us suspiciously. The
big whistle was still howling terrifically.
We were not in the convict garb now. We
had “outside togs” on. Never mind how
we had arranged for them. I can’t. tell
you how we got them without involving
square shooters, so let’s pass that up right
now. :
The farmer spoke to us, peering the
while at our faces.
“Y’ hear that whistle?” he said. “That
means some convicts have got away.”
Right then and there we concluded that
we wouldn’t take any chances with that
gentleman. We decided that he would
probably go right over to the prison office
and tell them about having seen us,
We pulled our guns and told him he
was coming along with us.
He protested that he was a “good fel-
“Jer,” and that he didn’t care if all the con-
victs escaped, and that we could go our
way without any fear of his “tattling”
on us.
“Lead us to the trolley line,” Grey com-
manded. “And get a move on—or Ill
shoot !”
The Georgian, livid with fright, moved
on, protesting as he went that he “wouldn’t
tattle on nobody,” and all the while Grey
never ceased telling him what he would do
if he made an outcry when we got to the
trolley line. When we arrived at the
trolley line we made him board the’ car
with us. There were several passengers
on the car, all of whom were discussing
the escape from the prison. The whistle
was still - blowing tumultuously. The
farmer sat between us. Grey had the
gun pressed against his ribs.
“Hear ‘Old Betsy’ blowing?” the con-
ductor asked us, when he came to collect
like to go hunting for ’em’ right flow.”
. get busy and_ try. to; collect. the reward.
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the fares. “Some of the met has checked | 4
out at Uncle Sam’s hotel M bf
ES,” I replied as I -einited at him.
“—another escape, “and fifty dollars
a head for the lucky ‘tian’ who catches
vem,’
“Ah’d like mighty well to be off duty
now,” he commented, “and git after. the
rascal.‘ Ah could use’ them Aifty: dollars
sure enough.”
“Me too,” I’ told him laughingly. “Td
“T caught one last winter,” Grey said.
"I got’ fifty bucks for: hina’ Yankee safe
blower.”
The farmer gunned atid eved us specti-
latively, but he made noeffort to speak.
Grey still had the gun Sle against his
ribs.
We got off the car ‘is it arrived in
the Atlanta suburbs ‘dnd?'made for. the
railroad yards, where we locked the farmer
in ‘an empty box. car, after which we went
back to the city and hailed a taxi, in-
structing the driver to take us: to Athens.
The taxi driver looked us over from
head to feet when we entered the cab.
Grey observed his actions.
“See how that fellow acted when we
got in?” he said. j
I thought he was “leary” about his ©
fare, on account of the’ long drive. I
pushed. the window back, and spoke to him.
“Pardner,”- I’ said, “if you're worrying
about your fare to Athens, we'll pay you
now. We're not going to trim you.’
“Oh, that’s all right, fellows,” he replied.
“I was a little worried about it, but I
guess you boys are all right; I’ll take a
chance with you.”
Shortly thereafter he said’ something
that jarred me.
“T heard that a couple of cons made a
getaway out at the prison this morning.”
“A couple of what?” I- pretended that
I didn’t “get” him.
“Couple of prisoners made an escape
at the prison this morning,” he went on.
“Didn’t y’ hear the whistle blowing?”
“Yes,” I replied, “we heard the whistle |
and I was saying to. my pal here that if
we didn’t have.to go to Athens we would '
‘They give ‘fifty. bucks for: every. ‘escaped
Con that is captured.” Pretty soft way to!
make fifty bucks, eh, Partner ?”
“Oh, they’ll get .’em,”. the taxi man.
grunted.
These Georgia folks will beat the bush all
day long for fifty-.dollars... When they |
hear that whistle blowing they stop farm- |
ing and shoulder their guns.”
| Fai chen ace the prison officials were-
“burning up the wires” through Geor-
gia with the information that Grey and
I had escaped, for, twenty miles out of.
Atlanta we learned from-a lunch room
man where we -stopped to get a sandwich
and a cup of coffee, that the police were
looking for us.. The lunch room man said:
“When I. saw you fellows get out of
that taxi I says to myself here’s a couple
more cops looking for them-fellows Grey
and Chapman that. escaped. from. the
“They never fail to get ’em. |”
Atlanta prison last: night.”
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Read what “the super-
and regain his freedom
Our first chat was on books—Goethe and
Wilde—and on music.
The discussion on books and music led to
other subjects, and so on, until there was born
the conviction that we had something in com-
mon, and that he could trust me and I could
trust him. Square shooters, men who would
die and go to hell, or
suffer any sort of
punishment before
they would betray a
pal, intuitively know
when they meet each
other. Grey had all
the earmarks of a
square shooter to
whom loyalty was
the cardinal human
virtue. Men in whom
loyalty is the cardi-
nal human virtue are
few and far between.
I should say that
approximately three
months elapsed be-
fore Grey and I
talked escape.
There were many times during those three months
when I wanted to discuss a get-away with him, but
I had held off. Eventually he brought up the subject. He
confided in me that he had been working on a plan for a
“star get-away.” The phrase caught my fancy.
“Star getaway,” I repeated. ‘“What’s that, Frank ?”
“A walkout. I presume,” he added with a grin, “that
you wouldn’t seriously object to leaving behind you those
twenty-five years that the judge gave you?”
“T haven’t any more use for those twenty-five years,” I
replied, “than I have for a dose of rough-on-rats. I have
absolutely no ambition to spend twenty-five years of my
life in this, or any other prison. And, what’s more, I do not
intend to stay here twenty-five years. That’s entirely too
long for anyone to remain in one place.”
While Grey worked
on the bars, I recited
“The Call of the
Wild,” and the “Spell
of the Yukon,” to
drown the sound of
the saw
“L have a get-away partly consum-
mated,” he went on. “There are one
or two minor details that have to be
ironed out, and when they are, you and I can walk out of
this institution.some morning.”
it sounded too good to be true. ‘Walking out” of prisons
was easier said than done. I had tried to walk out of a
few, and had failed, so I pressed Grey for more information.
‘“Where’s this get-away?”
“From here,” he said, “—the hospital.”
He told me what he had done. He explained the plan in
detail. I looked it over and found it to be all he represented
it to be. It was, as he said, a hundred-to-one shot. And
yet newspaper men have pronounced it, “One of the greatest
prison escapes ever made.”
I know many that were infinitely more spectacular and
daring. This, as Grey. put it, was a “walk-out.”
23
wll trust him when
him Jimmy, though
ilked with Jimmy I
is dead on the level.
t him that denoted
a he talked with me.
_so we went on with
‘med him that we ex-
1 certain time in the
d five. Now Jimmy
yard night and day.
ony. The afternoon
e break we rehearsed
clock ’til five he was
the south side of the
of our pocket light
vay. He was to ac-
y flashing his pocket
was his cue to short-
nto darkness.
iy of the sawing on
ANNAN TT
x. Grey
hadow of
box and
the wall.’
2
ANKE SSAC
o all the work because
ct orders to “keep tabs
on the bars, I recited
pell of the Yukon” to
<ept the guard and the
uring Grey. I told the
out certain underworld
nal in character. The
t” order came. I think
been before. And with
failed on this, my first
get another chance.
of the guard’s routine,
it has been intimated.
llow. -He was, on the
; prison employee. He
It was no reflection on
had his orders to “keep
to the letter.
1e routine, a break for
or which he couldn't be
refer occurred between
morning between three
foor on which Grey and
vasement to awaken the
kitchen. For approxi-
unprotected and it was
nd I concluded to make
ements every night for
True Detective Mysteries 25
months. His movements never varied over five minutes
during those three months. Invariably he left the hospital
around three o’clock—between five minutes before and five
minutes after three. On this particular morning he left
precisely at three o'clock. We immediately jumped out of
hed when we heard his footsteps going down the stairs.
There was one man in the hospital we didn’t trust. As
a matter of fact, we didn’t trust any of them, but there was
this one fellow, the night nurse, whom we were afraid of
more than any of the others. He had a long term and he
“Lead us to the trolle
line,” Grey command
“And get a move on—
or I'll shoot!”
had the reputation of being a “rat.”
We had decided that we would take
care of him before we left. We
bound and gagged him hurriedly ;
and tossed him under the bed. All the rest of the prisoners
were asleep. Nobody was aware of what was going on, and
we could hear loud snores punctuating the silence as we
pulled down the bars and slid through to the ground.
The big: arc-light blazed brightly. The yard was almost
as light as if it was day. We saw the guard on the wall. He
was standing, leaning on his gun, not.over fifty yards from
the hospital. We had to wait until he moved. He seemed
to be gazing toward the hospital. If we stepped out of
us. I flashed my light once.
flashed his light once.
the court he would see us. We waited. Suddenly the guard
turned and went back to his box. Grey and I crawled along
on our hands and knees to the shadow of the wall, and just
as we got there the guard came out of his box and started
along the top of the wall—toward us!
“I think he saw us,” Grey whispered.
the wall.”
That next minute we hugged the bottom of the wall. He
couldn’t see us, but if he had leaned over and looked down,
he could very easily have seen us. He stood right over us.
Then he moved
on down the
wall to his
box. Grey and
“Get in close to
I crawled along
toward the tuber-
cular camp in the
middle of the yard. We
could see the dim outline
of Jimmy’s form ahead of
He caught the signal and
"THREE or four minutes later when we neared the spot
where the ladder was planted, where we intended to go
over the wall, we gave Jimmy the “lights out” signal.
Almost instantaneously the wires were cut and the big
prison was plunged in darkness.
In another moment we were (Continued on page 97)
ilver gun.
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After they
any trouble
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The Real Truth About Chapman—America’s ‘‘Super-Bandtt” 43
shaven and his eyes were sort of ice-blue—bulging eyes. He
had thick lips.
“The one with the glasses ’’—(Anderson)—‘‘had a small
mustache. He appeared older, and was stocky. He had gray,
or sandy, eyebrows, and a small, thin-lipped mouth. His
coat was dark and baggy—not smart, like the other’s.
“| didn’t see the chauffeur very clearly.'’
That was the gist of the driver’s information. Though
the superintendent questioned him at great length throughout
the best part of two hours, he did not succeed in obtaining any
direct clue to the identity of the highwaymen; so far as Haver-
nack had heard, the pair had net once addressed each other.
Finishing his questioning, the superintendent ordered
Havernack to report to the Inspector in Charge the following
morning.
EXT morning, when Havernack arrived at the General
Post Office, he was told to report to Inspectors Lord and
Stone, who had been placed in charge of the investigation.
Already, the Inspectors had set the wheels in motion to ascer-
tain the extent of the mail-truck loot. Men were out on the
job gathering data for an inven-
tory from the various houses (Right) The cld Cit ‘
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that had registered the stolen po Office, at City Hall
mail. Square, New York, from
Night had brought no rest to which_ the ill-fated mail
the mail-truck driver. He was truck left on the journey in
haggard and ashen-pale; in two which its driver was held
. soe . up and more than a million
minutes’ time, his whole world dollars in bonds and cur-
had toppled over
rency stolen from it by the
A typed copy of his state- daring bandits, Chapman
ment lay on the desk before
and Anderson. Below is the
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Stone, who, with his customary
curtness, immediately started
Office, at 31st Street and
Eighth Avenue, to which
to fire short, staccato shots at
the man he was quizzing.
Havernack, driver of the
mail truck, was summoned
Unnerved though he was, Se re ne
Havernack adhered with des- fateful night ride
perate doggedness to his orig-
inal story.
At the end of half an hour, he
was dispatched to look over the
large collection of photographs
of highwaymen and post-office
robbers indexed in the rogues’
gallery, to identify if possible
the two men he had encoun-
tered the night before.
Inspector Lord, who had been
present during the examination,
had been simulating concen-
trated attention on a sheaf of
correspondence; but he had not
missed a word.
Lord and Stone had worked
together on many important
cases. , They furnish an ex-
cellent example of the success
with which two diametrically
opposite personalities can dove-
tail their divergent methods in
reaching the same goal. In-
spector Lord is tall, broad-
shouldered, of rather neutral
coloring, with friendly,’
twinkling eyes and a ready smile. In appearance he is a
typical good fellow, and might with equal success pass for
that nebulous character popularly known as a ‘“‘man about
town,” for a broker or a traveling salesman. Stone is in
striking contrast. Dark, of an olive complexion, slender and
of medium height, he puts a more equivocal face before
the world. ;
“No complicity there,” Stone remarked, as his partner
joined him in order to discuss the case.
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cy
“Doesn’t look like it,” Lord agreed, but modified the
certainty of the other by the tone of dubiousness which
colored his words.
“If he had been tied tightly, or had had some defense to
offer of having put up a fight with the hold-up men, it would
have looked suspicious,” Stone continued, reasoning aloud
his elimination of at least one suspect right at the start.
“His story sounds too incredible not to be true! No, Haver-
nack was certainly not in on this job!”
“C\BVIOUSLY, too, the mob didn’t belong to the ‘killer’
type,” Lord contributed. “The ‘killers’ don’t wait for
resistance; they take a crack at their victim first for'sheer love
of brutality, and make the search later. Looks like the work
of professionals, all right; but if it hadn’t been for the driver’s
description of the men, I might have been inclined to believe
the job to have been the work of drug-jagged desperadoes.
That part of New York is practically deserted at nine-thirty,
and it looks as if they had checked up pretty carefully against
the likelihood of a patrolman coming along. But the second
man’s gymnastic stunt of riding with one foot on the mud-
guard and the other on his running-board sounds erratic, to
say the least!”
“According to Havernack,”’ said Stone, ‘the approach of
the gang’s limousine, and the preliminaries of the
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they couldn’t count on the accident of some late officer-worker
on Broadway seeing the performance, so they turned into the
side street. . . . There is something odd about this hold-up; a
recklessness that isn’t often practised by ‘good thieves.’ ts
It was nearing noon by that time. The two men rose and
were putting on their coats when a clerk entered and handed
Inspector Lord a sheet of paper. ;
It was the inventory of stolen mail.
44 True Detective Mysteries
Lord glanced over it rapidly.
He whistled softly :
“ONE MILLION—FOUR HUNDRED AND FIFTY-FOUR
THOUSAND ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-NINE DOL-
LARS!”’ he ejaculated. ‘That’s all they got away with!”
They stared at each other, momentarily stunned.
““That’s the biggest haul ever made in this part of the
country in the history of the Post Office Department,’’ Lord
whispered, awe-struck.
Here was news that would have the country by the ears,
once it was out!
“You've got the complete list of the losses?’’ Stone asked,
galvanized into action.
Lord nodded, ‘his eyes blazing. ‘‘Yes, this is it. I'll send
it to the printer right away, so the banks and brokerage
houses can get it right off!’ He jammed his finger on the
buzzer.
“Alarm sent out yet?’’ Stone was referring to the official
announcement which is sent to police departments through-
out the country following such a crime, notifying them
to be on the lookout for the criminals. It includes a noti-
fication to the Bureau of Identification in Washington, where
a complete file of all post-office robbers, with the description
and methods of operation, is kept.
“Yes. This morning. Maybe we'll learn something from
that... .”
Already, the machinery wasrevolving. Within twelve hours,
thousands of individuals throughout the country—police,
detectives, Post Office secret service agents—had definitely
allied themselves against the desperadoes who had held up
the millon-dollar mail truck on Leonard Street.
DURING the four months which followed, little apparent
progress was made. -A
number of suspects were con-
sidered, but, upon investiga-
tion, eliminated.
Inspector Lord, in order to
cover every angle, instituted a
thorough investigation within
the Post Office itself. This
work took many months.
Then, on March Ist, one of
the first ‘‘hot’ bonds reap-
peared. Credit for its dis-
covery belongs to an unknown
girl clerk possessing an ex-
ceptionally keen memory.
In making up her columns of
and his connection with the crime established practically be-
yond the shadow of a doubt, he is left at liberty and in igno-
rance of impending arrest.
Peter T. Morton bore an excellent reputation in Detroit,
and his business appeared to be in a flourishing condition.
Inspector Stone, however, did not approach him with the re-
quest for an explanation of his possession of stolen property
until he had made a very searching investigation. His
training had taught him that membership in the best town
and country clubs and a high social and business standing are
not always criteria of a man's integrity. A startling illustra-
tion of this will be given in connection with this case later on.
The most exhaustive scrutiny of Morton's public and
private life established his absolute integrity, convincing the
investigator that he would be safe in taking the realtor into
his confidence.
A note of carefully worded introduction brought Stone into
Morton’s presence without the formality of having to divulge
the nature of his business to any clerk or secretary.
From a bill fold, the Inspector withdrew the doctored
bond. He passed it across. the desk, explaining that it be-
longed to the loot stolen in the Leonard Street mail robbery,
in New York City.
“Can you tell me right off, Mr. Morton, how this bond came
into your possession?’’ he asked, without further preamble.
“Tf you will look at it under this microscope, you'll see that it
has been ‘scratched.’ ”’ .
Morton examined the “hot” bond curiously, hypnotized
by that sinister fascination the handiwork of criminals holds
for all those whose inhibitions keep them within the boun-
daries prescribed by law.
“TI, personally, handled that deal,” he said slowly. ‘‘Some
time ago—I can get the exact date from our records—a man
who called himself Edward P.
Gensler came to me, and said
he was interested in some lots
in one of our suburban develop-
ments. He purchased forty
lots at the market price of ten
thousand dollars, for which he
offered me gilt-edged bonds. I
sold those through my broker
for the sum of fifteen thousand
dollars, and gave him the five
thousand difference.”
“I’M afraid we'll find that all
of them were ‘scratched,’ ”’
bonds received by the bank
employing her, she came across
one with a number identical
with another of the same issue
which she had entered the ‘
previous day. Examination under a microscope revealed
that the bond had been tampered with, and the bank's
private detectives traced it back through various bond
houses to a Detroit real estate dealer, to whom, for reasons
which will later appear, we shall refer by the fictitious name
of Peter T. Morton.
Upon comparing the falsified security with those on
‘Warnings’ sent out by the bankers’ mutual protective
association, police departments and the Post Office, it was
found listed on the notice broadcast at the time of the
Leonard Street mail robbery. .
Officials of the New York Post Office. were immediately
notified, and Inspector Stone boarded the next train that
left for the city that Ford made famous.
The methods of the inspectors’ division of the United
States Post Office in many ways resemble those of Scotland
Yard. Secretly and tirelessly. they weave every thread of
the web in which they plan to catch their man. No matter
how obviously suspicion appears to point to a certain in-
dividual, until that suspect has been thoroughly investigated
An early “portrait” of Gerald Chapman—taken when
‘he first was caught in the web of the law
the Inspector put in dryly.
“You understand, of course,
that we want to keep this mat-
ter strictly undercover, so that
whoever Gensler is passing the
bonds for won’t get on to the
fact that the New York police are on his trail."’
Morton readily reassured him on this point.
“Now,’’ continued Stone, ‘will you give me as accurate a
description as you can of the man who called himself Edward
P. Gensler?”
The real estate man. took a moment or two for the mar-
shaling of details before he replied:
“Gensler was a man of rather uncertain age—somewhere
between thirty-five and forty. He was of stocky build, had
dark hair, a rather small mouth with thin lips, and a small,
short-cropped mustache. . I can’t tell you the exact color of
his eyes; he wore thick-lensed, horn-rimmed glasses, and his
eyes were always half-closed. While he might be classed as
rather a careless dresser, his clothes were of very good material
and cut. He wasn’t at all the usual type of business man—
rather more like a school-teacher or professor. He certainly
didnt look like a crook!’
Inspector Stone had listened: without comment, but the
description had struck him clear between the eyes.
Morton was delineating the (Continued on page 88)
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so happy together. He has been so kind
to her, and she has tried her best to be a
good wife to him.
UT her thoughts are interrupted when
a grip of steel seizes her neck from
behind and forces her forward. Before
she can utter a cry, a hard thumb is jabbed
into a soft part of her throat, bruising and
tearing its way through the tender flesh
toward her lungs. Unconsciousness comes
quickly, but just before the shroud drops,
she raises her left hand to her face in a
vain attempt to attract her husband’s at-
tention.. It slowly falls back to her knee
when death comes... Emma Greenwaldt
is no more.
George Dougherty, former head of the
New York detective force, in a recent
statement declared that there was no crime
so revolting as murder for insurance,
Then he cited incidents of friends and
partners being killed or murdered for their
insurance. How much more revolting are
the details of the Greenwaldt murder! A
happy couple; a kind, trusting wife; and
then the baser instincts become aroused in
the husband, and he cold-bloodedly plots
her death. Small wonder that no other
crime in the annals of the State of Wis-
consin ever aroused so much horror and
indignation!
It was just a week to the day after the
crime was committed that Alvin Henry
Greenwaldt, who plotted the death of the
woman who had “been a good wife to me
for fifteen years,” and Arthur Richard
Betzold, alias Kelly, who boasted he was a
“damn good choker,” went behind the grim,
gray walls, there to remain until carried
out in coffins. There is no hope of pa-
role for good behavior for these fiends.
Life imprisonment awaits them.
Kelly’s parting words were:
“This is one time I wish Wisconsin had
the chair!”
The Real Truth About Chapman—
America’s “Super-Bandit”
(Continued from page 44)
appearance of one of the robbers him-
self !—the one we now know to have been
Dutch Anderson.
All Stone had hoped to learn was a good
description of a “hot-bond passer’’—a tool
of some daring fence.
With the acumen of the successful real-
tor, to whom an insight into human nature
and personality is one of his greatest!
assets, Morton proceeded to give the In-
spector a more finished picture of the man,
Gensler, drawn with the strong, decisive
strokes of a master:
“He had a sort of pedantic manner of
talking, and spoke with distinct traces of
a German accent. One evening I ran into
him in a hotel foyer, where he was wait-
ing for a friend. On other occasions when
I had met him he had been slightly curt
and shy on speech, but he was quite lo-
quacious that night. It struck me that he
had been drinking. However, he spoke
remarkably well, and it was quite evident
that he had traveled quite widely.”
“Did you see the friend he was waiting
for?” Stone asked quickly.
“Yes, I did,’ Morton smiled. ‘That's
how I managed to break away. The friend
was a taller man, about five foot nine,
slightly stoop-shouldered. He had rather
bulging eyes and a loose-lipped’ mouth, but
on the whole he made a very good appear-
ance.” (Again—Gerald Chapman !—though
Stone, of course, did not know this at the
time.) “He was in dinner clothes, while
Gensler was, as usual, dressed carelessly.
With the taller man was a very attractive
brunette who was stunningly gotten up in
a smart evening gown and expensive fur
wrap.”
“Were you introduced to this couple?”
ORTON shook his head. “They didn’t
join Gensler while I was with him.
They approached from the street door,
and at first didn’t see me because I was
half-hidden by a pillar. When they dis-
covered that their friend was talking to
a stranger, they hung back a bit. Gensler
saw them, and appeared to be sort of
nervous. I bade him good-by, and he
walked over to them.”
Inspector Stone thanked the realtor for
his valuable information, and left the of-
‘fice, experiencing the thrill of, the poker
player who draws two cards somewhat at
random—and finds he has a royal flush!
The tall, bulging-eyed man in dinner
clothes also fitted into Havernack’s de-
scription of the hold-up men!
From the nearest telegraph office Stone
wired his partner, Inspector Lord, a veiled
communication suggesting the importance
of Detroit data in his possession and re-
questing an immediate conference.
He then proceeded to the office of the
brokers whose name had been supplied by
the New York bank. There he requested
the manager to trace, gather in and ex-
amine all the bonds presented by Gensler,
This was done, and it was discovered
that all had been doctored.
It required no transcendental reasoning
powers to figure out that the trio who had
held up Havernack’s mail truck were
novices in the game of disposing of “hot”
bonds. They had accomplished the stick-
up with a daring that was devilish in its
simplicity, but they were commencing to
blunder dangerously as they floundered
about in an attempt to cash in on their
booty.
Included in the Leonard Street haul,
there had been approximately $27,000 in
cash. Divided three ways, this would give
each bandit $9,000: merely chicken-feed in
the shiftless hands of criminals.
It was obvious that the men were up
against it for money, and that within a
short time an avalanche of “hot” bonds
might be expected.
Morton, at the request of the Inspector,
viewed the gallery of star thieves and
bandits at Detroit Police Headquarters,
but he failed to identify any of the photo-
graphs as being that of the man who had
passed him the stolen certificates. A can-
vass of Detroit hotels was also fruitless
of results; Gensler had checked out of the
swanky hostelry where he had put up dur-
lting are
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fice, and had left no forwarding address.
LL this data, Inspector Stone placed
before his partner, Lord, as the two
sat over a late dinner shortly after the
latter’s arrival in Detroit.
It was the mention of the bespectacled
bandit’s foreign accent that started a chain
of associations trickling through Lord’s
memory.
“Tl bet you a season ticket to the World
Series that Edward P. Gensler is none
other than Dutch Anderson!” he exclaimed
suddenly, hand poised in the act of sugar-
ing his demi-tasse.
“Dutch Anderson?” Stone repeated in-
quiringly. ‘‘Morton didn’t recognize any
of the pictures in the gallery... .”
“That’s because he was only shown the
big birds! Dutch hadn’t attained their al-
titude by the time he was sent up the last
time. German accent . . . school-teacher
manner—by George, he’s our man! The
real estate man’s description of his ap-
pearance and personality tallies exactly
with Anderson’s!”
“You’ve met Anderson?” Stone queried.
“Yes! He was in-the custody of an of-
ficer in Buffalo at the time for passing
stolen money-orders. He had been ar-
rested by an Inspector. in the Cincinnati
Division, and had a long record of petty
crimes behind him. He had been in the
penitentiary, and was sent to serve out a-
long term in Joliet. That was in nineteen-
thirteen. The money-orders had_ been
stolen from Station Forty-Four in Detroit.
After Joliet, he was sent to Auburn on a
three-to-five-year stretch. He was re-
leased from there in nineteen-nineteen, and
was sent up for a short term of less than
a year in the county pen for the Buffalo
trick. He got out of there in nineteen-
twenty. ... ” Inspector Lord, who is a
bear for remembering data, rattled off
Anderson's record as though he were read-
ing from a printed page.
- REGULAR backslider,” Stone re-
marked thoughtfully. “And it was
something less than a year after that last
release that the Leonard Street robbery
was pulled... if he isn’t already back in
the pen.”
Lord nodded: “Yeah! And if we don't
find him there, we won't have much trouble
in learning if he’s been doing honest
work! Most likely the police have been
keeping an eye on him. Anderson never
committed any big job, but with his un-
usual intelligence and education he’s got
the makings of a big-time crook in him:
other qualifications being equal. Nobody—
not even his own lawyer—ever found out
where he originally came from. But he’s
got the ‘born’ crook’s overdeveloped ego.
He liked to pose as a man ot mystery,
yet he couldn’t help boasting of his Euro-
pean college degrees, and hinting at a fine
tamily in the background.”
When the two inspectors parted that
night, Stone returned to New York, and
Lord went back to take up again certain
investigations he was making in Buffalo
and to send out a general alarm through-
out the service for a check-up on An-
derson’s whereabouts.
If Dutch was found engaged in any
legitimate enterprise, this would demolish
his hunch that the former money-order
passer and Gensler were one and the same
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young and attractive wife, already the
mother of three children.
These visits became a regular part of
Castelli’s life. He found himself becoming
more and more interested in his friend’s
wife. The visits grew more frequent as
he discovered his interest was returned.
Six months later, he persuaded the woman
to leave her husband. She secured a di-
vorce and married Castelli. Vetter was
his best man.
The two moved into an attractive apart-
ment on 103rd Street, New York, in the
same building and on the same floor as
the bride’s mother who cared for Mrs.
Castelli’s three children. For a time, the
married couple were very happy. Then
Castelli grew lazy. He resigned his po-
sition and made his wife go to work. He
became harsh, abusive and domineering.
One night he knocked her down.
Annie sent for the police. Her husband
was arrested and the Judge gave him six
months on Blackwell’s Island.
News of this was published in the news-
paper circulated among deaf-mute readers
throughout New York. Vetter went up
to the apartment to express his sympathy.
One call led to another. When Castelli
came out of jail he found Vetter and his
wife close friends. He did not see any-
thing wrong in this relationship. He told
his old time friend he was always wel-
come. .
OSEPH got a job and went to work. But
it didn’t last long, and he again sug-
gested that his wife take up the task of
supporting the family. Then she discov-
ered that he had found and spent her sav-
ings.
“Tf you try to make me go to work,”
she said, “I’m going right to the police.
I am going to tell them what you have
done, and they will put you back in pris-
The husband’s resentment grew. From
then on he never had a moment’s peace.
Finally he decided she was becoming a
nuisance. He approached his old friend,
Vetter, to see if he would assist in kill-
ing her.
“T told him I wanted her killed and out
of the way,” he stated in his official con-
fession. “Vetter agreed that this might
be a good thing. He told me she had
grown to like him, and he felt she could
be persuaded to do whatever he suggested.
I asked him if he could get her out of
town on a pretended elopement, and he
said he would try.”
So the two laid their plans, the first of
which was a violent quarrel between the
men in the Castelli apartment on Friday,
April 21st. Vetter stole back later after
the husband had left. ‘
“There’s no need for you to take this
abuse,” he signaled the weeping wife.
“Come with me and I'll give you a good
home, better than this one, with things in
it your husband is too stingy to buy.”
“Will you be good to me?” the woman
asked.
“And how!” Vetter replied.
Annie and Frank agreed to slip away
from New York on Kaster morning while
the husband was in church. Then, the
false lover sought out Castelli to tell
him it was all arranged. Quickly they
made arrangements for the final event,
which they decided would take place in
New Haven. The husband gave his friend
$100 in small bills for incidental expenses.
The man and woman apparently got
away unseen from the apartment on
Baster, and hurried to the 125th Street.
station. Onee or twie® the wile looked
anxiously behind. She saw nothing. But
when they mounted the train, Castelli
swung on behind and entered the rear
car. At New Haven he watehed them
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leave. Then he descended as the train
pulled out. His eyes explored a pile of
junk iron, and before he continued after
the departing couple he had secreted | a,
long railroad bar in his suitcase. He knew
that his wife and friend would pause out-
side the railroad station. The latter had
promised, and when the husband pushed
open the station door, he saw Vetter had
kept his word,
Always keeping a block or two behind,
he dogged their footsteps. The two ahead
went through Meadow Street to George,
stopping occasionally to inquire for a
room. Finally they turned into the lodg-
ing house on Crown Street. He watched
the landlady ask them inside. Several
minutes later, he saw Vetter raise the
>: and the husband knew all was
well.
HE waited until he later saw them leave
the house. Again he followed them to
a George Street restaurant. He ducked
into a near-by doorway and a few min-
utes later, Vetter joined him,
“Everything is going all right,” the vau-
deville performer signaled. “She suspects
nothing.”
“Where is the pass key?” the husband
demanded.
“The landlady keeps’ it under a corner
of the front door mat. Unlock the door,
put the key back. The door of our room
is open. ITs everything else ready?”
“Everything,” Castelli answered. “T’]]
go up there and wait. Keep her away
from the closet until you are ready.” He
glanced around to make certain they were
unobserved. Then he reached into his
pocket and brought oni: 9 blackjack. “You
may. need it,” he said, “if she tries to
get away. And don’t be afraid to use it.”
he husband hurried down the street
and Vetter returned to the woman and a
Behind the Scenes
received from local and state banks and
were merely being held by the Federal
Reserve for redemption. All trace of the
origin had been lost, as the bank holiday
had brought out a stream of old-size bills
and there was no telling where those in
question had come from.
But the situation was as dangerous as
it was unprecedented, and the entire force
of the Detroit office was called in to
study the thirty-eight notes, The principal
defects, which were of such a minute
nature as to require a magnifying glass
to discover, were discussed and warnings
were sent out to all banks to be on guard
against $100 notes of this size,
The next day, by registered airmail,
from Washington, came the 141 counter-
feits which had been spotted by the
Treasury experts, All of these notes were
then examined for further defects, and
it was at this point that the Secret Ser-
vice agents came upon a tiny clue.
Three of the bills bore on their face
a short double line in dark blue ink,
Hardly over an inch in length, the line
appeared in the center of the portrait,
To the uninitiated, such marks might
mean nothing. To the Secret Service they
provided a vital starting point, for they
were recognized as lines left by bank
stamps, which were customarily impressed
upon the paper straps holding together
the packets sent to the Federal Reserve.
With this in mind, a search of all dis-
carded straps which had been broken from
packages for the preceding three weeks
was begun. It was a monumental task,
but the agents plugged away at it until
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steaming meal. She welcomed his return.
He ate heartily, and they walked back to
their furnished room., On the way, she
spoke about her husband. She wondered
if she should have loft a note. Vetter con-
soled her.
“We'll take care of that later,” he pro-
mised.
In the room he watched her every
move. When the moment came, he placed
the large wicker chair directly in front of
the closet door, held her tight so she
could not get away and pressed kisses
upon her lips, eyes intent upon the closet
door which swung slowly open behind the
unsuspecting woman. Vetter watched
gloved hands raise the long railroad iron
higher and higher. Then the murderer
struck.
“She fell the first time I hit her,” Cas-
telli stated in his official confession, “I
hit her some more around the head to
make sure she was dead.”
Regarding the crime, Vetter wrote:
“I was holding her in my arms and kiss-
ing her when I. saw him raise the bar.
I turned away my head so I would not
see when he hit her,”
he woman slumped onto the floor.
Castelli stooped and stripped the diamond
rings from her fingers, togéther with other
jewelry which he told Vetter to throw
away. Instead the latter gave it to a
friend in the apartment house on King
Street from whom we subsequently re-
covered it.
After the crime, Castelli slipped out of
the room and into the street. It may have
been this man whom the boarder saw
outside the door, for the husband too,
wore a gray coat and cap. Vetter Jeft a
few minutes later joining Jose, on the
street. Both denied any knowl; f the
overturned bottle of poison.
The two slipped away to the railroad
station where Castelli wrote and mailed
the card which told of the clopement,
Later, he planned to use this as an alibi
when the girl’s mother asked questions.
He intended to sell the furniture and use
the money to get away.
But fortunately we caught up with him
too soon.
Coroner Mix and J] finally succeeded in
having the two mutes extradited to Con-
necticut. Previous to this, they were ar-
raigned in the First Magistrates Court in
New York City on charges of first degree
murder. They pleaded not guilty. ;
On October 10th, 1916, they went on
trial in the Criminal Superior Court in
New Haven, before Judge Joel A. Reed.
e Government was represented by
State’s Attorney Arnold A. Allen. Sam-
uel Hoyt, later’ State’s Attorney, and Wil-
liam Bree, represented the defendants.
The trial proceeded slowly, for every word
uttered in court had to be written out,
although an interpreter was used at times.
On October 26th, the jury, without long
deliberation, found Castelli and Vetter
guilty of first degree murder.
Castelli received the verdict from Bree
quietly. He stared at Vetter for several
minutes. Then he turned to his pad and
wrote:
“Does he get the same thing?”
Bree nodded,
“Then I’m. satisfied,” the mute wrote.
“After all, we have to die some time.”
On November 2nd, Judge Reed sen-
tenced the two men to be hanged. Several
months later,the sentence was carried out
at the Connecticut State Prison at Weth-
ersfield,
Never did two villains better deserve
their fate,
' Note: For the protection of an innocent person,
the name Anthony Massie, used in this story, is fic-
titiows.—Ep1tor,
with the United States Secret Service
(Continued from page 62)
they found that the Detroit Savings Bank
was stamping its Straps with dark blue
ink and a double-lined border, All of the
straps from this source were then gathered
together, and searched further, Finally
one was found which had held $5,000 in
old currency,
Then the Secret Service looked into the
Various accounts of the payroll teller, and
this examination showed that the only
sources from which he could have received
such an amount of old-type currency were
—the Detroit Edison Company, the
Wyandotte Savings Bank, or the broker-
age house of FE. A. Pierce and Co,
he power company deposits were
checked and were found to have come in
in small amounts, and the savings bank
was likewise eliminated, That left the
brokerage house, A check on their de-
posits was started and soon narrowed
down to two possible sources,
One was an old customer, of a reputable
family, who had given the firm $20,000
in cash in exchange for securities,
The other was a new customer named
Milton O’Connor of 29,000 East Jefferson
Street, Grosse Pointe Shores, who had
Opened an account on May 2nd, and who
had _ deposited $25,400 in cash,
“O’Connor called here personally and
gave us a bank reference which we found
authentic,” said Pierce & Co.’s customer’s
man, ,
Going to the bank in question, the
Secret. Service agents found that O’Connor
had deposited $1,000 solely for the purpose
of establishing a reference and that apart
Cee G Information, the agents found
that the number was that of William
Myll, with the same 29,000 address.
ensing that they were on the trail of
something hot, the agents lost no time,
Visiting the Grosse Pointe Shores suburb,
they found a man living at- 29,000 East
Jefferson who stated that he was Wilfred
Myll, but who was readily recognizable
from the Pierce & Co. descriptions as
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wouldn’t it?” asked Detec-
tive Harry Tuttle. “Easter
Sunday—a day off—me in my new
suit—the missus waitin’—and then
murder!” :
He looked down at the woman on
the floor. Her head was mashed in.
The blood had flowed out into the
hall.
Detective William Deskin added his
gripe. “Yeah! Why did that guy pick
out Easter Sunday to kill this woman?”
Coroner Eli. Mix looked up from
writing his report.
“A fine beef you fellows have got,”
he said. “Nine hundred and ninety-
nine cops out of a thousand would give
a month’s pay to have a case like this
tossed in their laps.”
Tuttle shifted from one foot to an-
other. ‘‘What’s so unusual about it?”
he demanded. “The killer hits the
woman over the head and scrams. All
we have to do is find out who she is
and look for her boy friend. When we
get him, he’ll talk.”
Coroner Mix, who occupied the
unique position of having arrived
ahead of the police in this case, said:
“Bet you ten dollars right now you'll
never get him to talk!”
“How’s that?”
“Deaf and dumb.”
Tuttle and Deskin looked at each
other.
Tuttle asked, “The woman, too?”
“That’s right.”
Tuttle’s enthusiasm began to gain
momentum. “Hey, what’s the rest?”
Mix began turning back the pages of
his notebook.
“Well, the couple came here about
8 o’clock last night. They ring the bell.
When Mrs. Donahue—that’s the land-
lady—goes to the door, the man has
a pad in his hand. He writes .some-
thing like this: ‘My wife and I are
deaf mutes. Have you a double room?’
“Mrs. Donahue takes them upstairs.
He’s carrying a small grip. They take
this room and go right out for supper.
Mrs. Donahue hears them come back
about 10. But she doesn’t hear any-
thing else all night.
“This morning, about 9 o’clock, she’s
going through the hall to make up her
rooms and she sees blood coming out
from under the door. When she opens
up, there’s this woman lying just where
you see her—her head bashed in. He
hit her three or four times with some
sharp metal instrument. The blows
fractured her skull,”
“And, of course, she can’t make a
sound when he’s beating her?”
“That’s right. She couldn’t yell mur-
der.”
Tuttle and Deskin, looking down,
saw that the victim was dark-haired
and attractive. Tough, they thought,
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ACTUAL DETECTIVE STORIES
Knowing This Murdered
Woman Was a Deaf Mute,
New Haven, Connecticut,
Police Had to Look for a
Killer Who Couldn't Talk.
But How to
that such a woman should have been
afflicted with the inability to talk and
hear.
“What about their names, identifica-
tions?” Tuttle asked Mix.
The Coroner shrugged. “Mrs. Dona-
hue didn’t get their names. And there’s
nothing to identify this victim. I’ve
been all over her.
“The grip is gone—I guess her hus-
band took that off with him—and
there’s no weapon. Carted that away,
too. No visible motive; they seemed
happy enough in each other’s company
Find Him?
Annie Castelli:
She took a one-
‘way train ride
nt Yell
when they came in last night. Alto-
gether, it’s really something for you
boys to sink your teeth in.”
Deskin eyed the mahogany bed, bu-
reau and nightstand, as well as the
shiny surfaces of the door-knobs.
“There could be finger-prints,” he
ventured.
Tuttle said, “We’ll get the identifica-
tion boys up here as soon as possible,
of course. But it’s a million to one our
deaf-and-dumb killer hasn’t got a rec-
ord. The prints will be good if we
catch him—but it looks like he’s had a
long headstart.”
That remark caused Deskin to jerk
his head up. “Hey, that’s it!” he ex-
claimed. “Where can a deaf mute go
where he wouldn’t be spotted? Say,
he’ll leave a trail wide as a barn door!”
“What’s on your mind?”
“The railroad station—the buses! A
guy with a pad will be noticed.”
Tuttle snapped his fingers. “That’s
right! He has to write down every-
thing! A dozen people would remem-
What are we waiting for?
ber him!
Let’s go!”
Before leaving the scene of the
Joseph Castelli: “I think she
ran away with another man”
brutal murder—a rooming-house on
Crown Street, New Haven, Connecticut
—Tuttle posted a bluecoat at the door
of the second-floor back room to pro-
tect the evidence.
“IT want to get a good picture of that
dead woman,” he told Mix. “It may
be all we'll have for identification.”
The Coroner nodded. “I’ll fix her up
for the camera when I get her to the
morgue.”
At the New York, New Haven &
Hartford railroad depot, Tuttle and
Deskin hit a hot trail.
One of the agents remembered sell-
ing a Springfield, Massachusetts, ticket
to a deaf mute.
Tuttle dashed to a phone booth.
Contacting his own detective bureau,
he explained the circumstances and
asked that Springfield be notified of
the deaf-and-dumb man’s impending
arrival on the train. Then he and
Deskin went back to the Crown Street
rooming-house.
The body had been removed and the
finger-print men were dusting the
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room furnishings for latents. The two
officers searched the back yard, adja-
cent ash-cans and gutters of the sur-
rounding streets for trace of the
weapon. They found nothing.
Tuttle got a good description of the
victim’s escort from Mrs. Donahue, the
landlady. She said he was about 30,
exceptionally dark, with black hair and
a prominent nose.
“How about that paper he wrote on
when he asked for the room?” Tuttle
queried. “Do you have that?”
The woman shook her head. “He put
the pad back in his pocket. He just
showed me what he had written.”
The identification men found a jum-
ble of prints, but most of them turned
out to be those left by the landlady.
However, they found .a few strays
which the detectives thought might be
useful. A careful check against local
and state police files was planned.
and Deskin went back to
Headquarters and discussed with
their fellow officers the possibility that
a deaf mute might be among the
known criminals in New Haven.
No one remembered ever having ar-
rested a deaf mute but several knew
of such persons in the city.
“There’s a local institute for people
afflicted that way,” Tuttle was told.
“Why not get some of their officials to
look at the dead woman? They might
recognize her.”
Tuttle and Deskin went to the insti-
tute and soon convinced the registrar
that he should accompany them to the
morgue. But this man, when he looked
at the victim, slowly shook his head.
“I never saw her before,” he wrote
on a piece of paper Tuttle provided.
The two detectives carried on a long
written “conversation” with the official
and learned that one deaf mute lived
in New Haven who answered the de-
scription of the dead woman’s com-
panion of the murder night.
“His name is Anthony Varallo,”
wrote the official, giving Varallo’s ad-
dress. “He’s given us a lot of trouble
in the past.”
Tuttle and Deskin drove to Varallo’s
house and learned he was away. “He
went to Springfield,” his deaf mute
wife wrote.
Tuttle and Deskin exulted. “He
must be the one!” Tuttle said. “He
bought the ticket this morning after
the crime. We'll get his description
on the Springfield wire.”
But this wasn’t necessary. By the
time they got back to Headquarters,
the Springfield police already had
picked up Varallo.
“But he says he doesn’t know any-
uae about ‘the crime,” Tuttle was
told.
“What was he doing last night?”
“Wait a minute; I’ve got it here in
his own writing. He says he was in an
all-night card game with some other
mutes and went right to the station
and took the train.”
“Hold him. We’ll be up after him.”
Tuttle figured that Varallo, if inno-
cent, would have no objections about
returning to New Haven. He wanted
to give Mrs. Donahue a look at the
suspect. If Varallo wasn’t the man,
then one of his deaf-mute associates
might have been involved.
“His alibi might stand up,” Tuttle
told Deskin, “but I feel we’re getting
someplace anyway.”
Tuttle’s surmise was correct. Varallo
not only wrote a protestation of inno-
cence, but he showed no reluctance
about returning to New Haven.
Once there, his card-playing com-
panions were rounded up and taken
to Headquarters. Mrs. Donahue came
down from Crown Street and looked
them over.
“He’s not there,” she told the officers.
Tuttle told them all to leave.
“What can you do with a bunch you
can’t even talk to?” he muttered dis-
consolately. “I’m beginning to think
this killer wasn’t a deaf mute. Maybe
he was faking the deaf-and-dumb
business.”
On the day the victim was killed, police heard about a man
who had purchased a ticket in the New Haven railroad station
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“I thought you said this case would
be easy,” Deskin said.
Tuttle shuffled to his feet. “There’s
more than one way to skin a cat,” he
replied. “Come on; let’s go.”
The detective suddenly had the in-
spiration that the dead woman’s killer
might have taken a taxi away from the
scene of the crime. If not, the bus
stations might give him a lead.
“There’s not too many deaf mutes in
this part of the country,” he told his
partner. “I’m going to round them all
up, if necessary, so that landlady can
look them over.”
Deskin went along reluctantly. “It
would be a whole lot easier if we could
get that dead. woman identified.”
“Sure thing. But until then we’ve
got to concentrate on how that killer
got away after killing her.”
The taxi angle fizzled, as did the
buses. Tuttle and Deskin went back to
the railroad station in the hope that
another agent might be found who sold
a ticket to a mute on the day of the
killing. But none remembered such a
sale.
“Then we're looking for a guy who
didn’t get out of New Haven,” Tuttle
finally concluded. “That deaf and
dumb institution ought to be able to
give us a list of all the mutes in this
area. Let’s try them once more.”
The registrar of the educational in-
stitution was cooperative, but when
they checked his lists of persons aided
by his organization they found only
one in addition to Varallo who re-
sembled the dead woman’s companion
in the slightest.
“I don’t think he’s been in the city
for a couple of years,” the registrar
told them.
This, on investigation, proved true.
Tuttle and Deskin, apparently
stumped, sat in the detective bureau
mulling over the remaining angles.
Two days later, on Tuesday, April 25,
1916, the officers still had no lead to
the killer and their interest in the case
had waned considerably.
ee niles ‘tres: Ptr regents aa
Mass. eclon of a wealthy family, ta
locke4@ up to » cell ta the: Vecal Jail, |
charaed. with murder, 2200942
“ Whea Ciapman: ané: hie -mlltien-{
Vatre: ‘cOmpanton. were “surprieed:as! :
they: were Grilling © the:.enf8in inthe:
‘store, the cool, ‘dapper’ bad” man.)
facing ‘Rye ‘pistole:: calmly Grea. Pas’
troluinn Jack: Skelly felt. ead: with
Na duliet tn’ Bile heart. 0% 4
‘Chapman, Jamia a. vain of ‘Dellets:
t eeoin four: police’ automatics: Ged}
ten waa ped. “with the: gume.mniracu-:
loue ivck tbat bas: ‘alwaya: bern his,
faring. overt his ‘shoulder. ‘go he ran:
The'.police: scized: his accomplice,
lane Chapaina;: ‘wanted dy: the police:
i ae Ralf. “mw Gosen: cites, slipped: out:
tne: trent door. of Ane building. ::* ~
4” Site tourteg car. stood. outalde,: bot
i we: 4:4’ not: anter it.
ie “Romeone hes deen. ‘shot Pe “there”
he’ remarked to. man: and. woman
Pabdte stood on-the | aidewatk: nearby
Thee, slipping Bio; revolver: in’ Bi
‘inside pocket,’ he Gieaypenred: $e:
an aliey way,
“tn! the’ abandoned. ‘autorobile
H thee: found. a rempicta: set: of? “re
Ht tell s tools and ‘a loaded: ‘pletol:!
: Following. hie: Ballllon aeole mail
1 pobbery in New_York, a @ was.
found -by detectives In a urtoue:
papercment:| in the: “Roariag Fortiea® {
jmencetulls: etudying = bookg¢: which
lwoula intereat- the wees a ellectaal:
Sef college: professors... /Undet:. a
7 “he leaned through a
j teeatiog: laugh ead aac ped.
Me. was. recaptured afd narrie€ ( te
|
with German ‘exporters to France
| and the French delegates will hold
conferences with French exporters.
le the “German: -
6n will return to Berlin to consult
s’ registration
York City, closed
s 87-10 per cent.
‘$73 total of 1920.
year; which also
igh.marx for the
ult various party
kers active in the
professed satia-
chess they
thia year set out
und wp: tamely:
ome expressions of
roduced ,unlooked ;
upsete in. others. :
‘|pany here.
ow Mark
ple, taking the
appointment. The
PARENTS SAY SUICIDE
Description of Se
Shipped Home Her Clothing, a
‘jbody af a young
1S EDITH BURCHELL
scription of -Second Body
ound in a Chicago Hotel Fits
“Dover, N. J., Woman. _
REATENED TO END
for Each of the Family
‘8; “to Ti .
~ DOVER, NY de. Od
Burchell of this ‘eity Jeft today for As:
cago, where he
hheraclf with chloroform tn the Edge-
water Beach Hotel an that of bis sister
Miss Burchell, who <-
been an employe of the telephone com-
left home. on Sept. 22 for
Mount Kisco, Pa.. for a two weeks’ va-
cation, When sho had not returned on
onday premiére by
per cent, lead over |
t day of the Har-
ecending curve the
from being stim-
eased registration
ached {te low then,
aday, to within 2
responding ciosing
Saturday added
pf the Board
Ath cae in
Oct. 6 her parents, Mr. and Mrs. George
A. Burchell, began & ‘esearch for her. —
-Packawanna Railroad detectives. co<
operating with the local police traced
her ao far aa Btroudeburg, Pa., where
on the evening of Oct. & she checked
her suitcase at & railroad station say-
ing that sho would return in time to
catch an 3} o'clock train ‘for the Weat
that same night. A tidket agent fer
called that the young woman returned
and left on that train but he ‘aid no
remember her destination. :
_ | Siaatives of Miss Hurchell eald today
that they could give yt reason for her
i
‘suicide upgiess it was health. They
safa thatishe had a» love affair about
goiten It.
- fe ated auicide. The Petter bore.
about a week gg0 was the first intima-
tion she had at her daughter con-
readx to
4a. known to be a gun fighter on the
-slightest pro
Med into an alley
“Thero war en immediate pursuit, some
five years ago but“apparcntly hed for-
of} Aetter: recejved by Mra. ‘Burchell
in April, 1923, and since has eluded a
world-wide hunt,
“Chapman.
Conn., carly yesterday morning when
they were caught
ly wounded the pol
tell a -py-stander,
phot in there,”
of thu police scou
handsoem: new car.
minutes State police
un motorcycles
the fugitive. .
_ Meapwhile, -
fashco throughout :
metropolitan
Who Barred “Bgress
‘Wounded as Fellow-
is
of New York joined
ac of Connecticut and
pocketed
and disappeared.
were
the .alerm
wanted now for
r expecta to cov
wh. the speed to
“With favorab!
er the distance ©
~“grom the mouth of the Gironde
“giightly less than ¢ixty pours,
pight or early ‘Wednesday morning.
The distance fiown from Fried:
‘abou!
catimated at 050k rs--( t.
airship in ‘about 8 hours
x
; ies
ichsbet
miles 62 ‘pour.
“atviving
500_ miles.
as he has
ran from
e had just mortal-
iceman, pauscd to
been
his weapon.
ring the territory
around New Britain in , Chapman's
And within a few
in automobiice and| |
ranging still fur- 2
ther afield. but there wae no, trace of
had een
New York and the
up through New
Wngland and out, Woat end preparations | =
de to bottte up every
go that if Chap-
across the Cana-
tor.
-fiations Whioh Led to Bullding
“of Arahip for United Staten,
amend
HANGE IS DEBIRED
‘von Lewinsk! Reoalls Nego-|
Gerald
val ert PA J
Ch A pLnas)
Lib.
y
he root was doa absolute sllonge,?
for a minute and then the tension}
was broken by a cough by one ofs}
rejlef frot
wae the faint soundg?
WHDnesSSEeS, With this
tension ets
of pencis Seratehing:
the witnesses frotr the press made.
notes, “a
Rather Barry folded his arntar,
and oimeoved slightly to the rights
There was an exchange of nods bess
jtween officers and guards and two.
et jhe latter removed the straps
from, the dead man’s legs and aris.
The deputy warden looked at the 4}
Warden, and the prison physicians}
walked oto the body and opened:
Chitpman'’s shirt.
The stethoscope
wis applied by!
on paper. as
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the physician, who lI'stened several
minutes for signs of heart actlon.
4 ntti ee cat hha “zy, Then turning he nodded to the;}
eH mediea!l examiner who eame onza
: ie var cetne aking lids 4 stethoa*s
CHAPMAN DID NOT os whine from die poekin affixed $k *):
' FLINCH AS NOOSE “a aba listened fer ua maui et or Nite:
" eo > we roo dndicated thae the map |
"WAS PLACED ON NEGK 000i U2V sete "EE
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-“WHETHERSFIELD PRISON, Apt
6.—(AP) Gerald Chapman w *
hanged this morning Se! withedel
; He dled at 12:04 o'clocx wit “
ithe consolation of resting his last!
&lance on a crucifix. ot oth
Michael FP. Barry, the:
lather ,
spiritual advisor of his last weeks)
on enurth, accompanied Chapniah|
to his death after spending the ] AU.
(four hours alone with him In. thy
[dedth cell.
at
{ jhather Barry ata not explain whyi
jhe did not carry a crucifix acco asd
ling to the usual custom, 4
| The witnesses toon thelr Begta,
'
shortly before Chapman entered:
the death chamber but the medicat!
eximiner and prison phyafe yt
moved over to the corner, and etapa)
beside the warden, There wart i}
Inoment’s delay only when the ddot
of the chamber ecross the hgii;;
pepened as Chapman with a guard!
;on either side came out followgd’
j by Father Burry and other guards.
The priest walked to the side of thor
| room. ’ op hh
Chapman uttered no sound,'! 6,
| looked quickly around, Jiis © eytitay
|
swept. first the group in the wardat
;en’s corner, then the witnesses giky
the benches and {finally nested 'y
the right hand corner where .
enclosure which hides the hangt
“Windless 1s hidden. Those glanéb#!
/ were plercing. They suggested tha
, of a wounded an!mal at bay. It wap,
-but an Instant, for the woose whieh
, Was looped up on the wall behind
| hin, and which he could not have.
, Seen, Avas taken down by a guayé,
_Just as the black cap was dra vai!
over his head from behind shuttlag
;Out the bright lights of the rook
{and the faces of those in front Hf
i him, his legs were strapped, ATmogb;
‘the same instant, the guards steps)
‘ped back and the harsh rasp of thé
plunger was heard simultaneousé
with the whirr of the hanging ma"
‘chine. Chapman's body was whisk«?
/éd upward as the slack rope bee‘
‘came taut. mh
| A guard on elther side seized the!
| legs and steadied the body until it:
became almost motlonless, A nod*
Was given by Deputy Warden Stars
“tuwards the windlass closet and!)
inch by ineh the body was slowly.)
lowered until the feet were near 67,
floor, The two guards heet the bodys
perfectly stil, each grasping ted
wrist. ‘ Pe" |
ee.
' or respected
g? Irish immigrants,
4 Ylics. His father was u harness mdk-
'er, The family's name was Chartres,
ot Ute tag +é.
an A |
eR Cedally dead dn
tive seconds ¢ C Keds.
nds after the second jerk.+: ioans, where he met petty criminals.
deputy warden,
reven minutes and
Who arose, formed in Mne and. re-
turned to the guard, room.
Chapman’s counsel who had re-
mained in the board of pardons
reoms rushed fotward to Inquire
wbout the execution as soon. ag the
Witnesses filed up the stairs.
“Death Itself isn't dreadful,’ Ger-
tld Chapman said after he was sen-
tenced on April 4 Inst year, “but
hanging seems an awkward way of
entering the adventure.”
Ile insisted that day, as he ald
SO many times afterward, that he
Was not guilty.
“It was not I who was convicted,"
he sald, “but a Super-bandit the
newspaperg had exploited.”
Gerald Chapman was born in New
York thirty-nine yeurs ago, a son
and self-respecting
Who were Cath-
4 and the boy who was to become the
Ay Inost widely known eriminal of hia
His .
parents dled when he and a broth- '
My
) dred.
time was christened George.
tr, two years older, were in knick-
¢erbockers and their sister in short
dresses,
Chapman wag reared by his aunt,
Mrs. Catherine Connors, who is now
seventy-six years old. She had a
small income and lived In the house
171 107th Street .
In Trouble in School Often
Chapman was small for his age
aus a boy. Hig mind worked -qquickly
He wag mischievous and often tn
trouble in school and at home. His
fondness for reading helped him In
his work in grammar and high
school, He easily absorbed factg for
passing examinations, but routing
work irked him. His teachers were
annoyed by his pranks, . but they
considered his mind better than that
vf other puplls of ‘his age, .°
His sister was nervous, and sulk-
ed when she was told at what hour
young girls should go to bed. ‘One
Chapman wus of- |
Undertaker on) Hand.
The door opposite the death
/Cchamber wag opened and | two}!
, uards and two undertakers, the
latter with thetr hats on, carrying
in a basket. The body was lower-
ed into this and the cover put dn
place, The basket was then car-
red into the room RKCress.the en-
try. ‘The captain of the night
Watch beckoned fo the witnesses,
‘Sixteen,
Vand
‘He was s ntenced twice for
rr eee ee ee ce ee ee turee room nome
Sac dig not return, but the family
had word of her oceasionally, She }
married, and lives in New York.
The other brother was Mrs. Con-
mere’ favorite among the adopter
children. He wags stralghforward. anc
easy to handle, A year ago a report-
er found his brother living In -o
suburb with his wife and children
He had been a alty employee, anc
now {ts in educational work. The re-
porter asked {f he was a brother o!
‘Chapman.
Disowns Bandit Brother —
“That man is dead,” he said, ‘']
have no brother.’ I tell you he Js
dead. I want to live my own life
God, -how 1 nave suffered to hide
this for the sake of my wife -anc
vabies!"'
Until that time Chapman had su?-
ceeded in keeping his origin a mys-
tery. He never” denied stories clr-
culated repeatedly in which it was
sald he came from an aristocratic
faumlly and -was a college graduate,
Chapman left school when he was
Hie had money of his owy
considered himself a man in-
stead of a boy. His kunt: lost wher in-
fluence over him. Chapman spent
his evenings jn poolrooms and ga-
minor
offensss to the workhouse on what
Was then calle) Blackwell's Island.
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ited States,
Ty T0007 he Was the léader or 7
croup of seven young thieves, whi
had been members of the “Park
Avenue Mob, whieh made the ol¢
oStar Casino dance hall at Park Ave
nue and 107th Street its headquar-
ters, TI» tective arreated Chapman o1
‘ Washington’s Birthday 1907,
Saftd He Stole to Marry
He was living at 4% West Seventy-
fourth Street with an Italan = gir?
known as Amelia Russel, but he
safd he was engaged to another glri
and was a thtef because he nceedgl
Inoney to be married.
Mie loot of Chapman's gang of
thieves had been about £100,000 tr
silverware and jJowels: part of it was
‘found fa his apartment. It took de-
fectives only a few hours to get a
confession from Cnapman, for the
first time under arrest for a serious
crime,
“Wei made a practioe,"’ Ire tolu
them. “of going to addresses where
rooms were advertised.
After engaging a room we would
rob the houses and disappear. Some-
times we went singly, and at othe
times In pairs.”
Chapman was a squealer” then.
He sald Howard Johnson was one of
the gang, and that Johnson, who
be granted an extension of -time
beyond the thirty days Gronl de-
But that would have set the
Gay within the Hmits of Holy
Week-——on the day before Easter.
{in fact, su the governor selected
i the week bevinning with Easter duy
as the time for Chapman's death.
Meaunwhile Shean has heen kept
in close confinement in Hartford
county .ail, His) sole appearance
Wasa at Chapman's trial
i When he became the chief witness.
The state has never called the casa
‘igainst Shean who, under the law,
with Hae sam*
crime as Chapman, With the fina}
WUisposal of Chapman's case, Shean
Will receive due attention from the
wuthorities of Hartford county.
Chapman’s Defense.
Chapman's Qefense, which: tn-
volved points never hefore present-
ed in a criminal, court in the Unl-
Is sald to have been
“plans ag he suw fit. He hud for‘hi{s
assistance one of the best libraries
available, choosing ‘his books from
a eard catalogue, which was placed
at his disposal when he first en-
tered the prison.
: All through the trial Chief Coun-
'se] Groehj seldom made a move with
out consulting his client. Chap.
man often was observed to pluck at
his counsel's sleeve. Then the
two men would converse with heads
close, and immediately Judge Grohl
would resume the floor to make
some new observation or ask an un-
expected question. .
Chapman, on the witness stand,
wag What lawyers described as ‘a
model witness.” In prison he was
also a ‘model prisoner.”
Pardoned in Fourteen Months
On April 13, 1907, Judge Rasalsky
sentenced’ Chapman to ten years in
Sing Sing. Fourteen months later: hw
was paroled. A month after he was}
released he was arrested for viola-
tion of parole, and In the polloe line-
up was recognized by Detectives
Lewis and Nelson as a suspect in a
burglary case On which’ they were
working. Om September 22, 1908,
Judge Crain, now a justice of the
Supreme Court, sentenced Chapman
for this burglary to three and a
half years in Sing Sing.
His aunt said her heart was brok-
en. She, who had sacrificed her. lit-
tle Income for Chapman, and Chap-
man's brother: deserted him after
4 Judge Crain’s sentence. They have
4 not seen him since. s
. Chapman was known then ag
“George Curley, allas Harry Burns.”
He did not us3\ the. name Gerald
Chapman until after the Leonard
Street mall truck robbery, which
; Changed his reputation from that
'o fan ordinary crook, with a record
of no great consequence, to that of
a prince of crooks who deserved his
title, “The Man with’ the fron
Mask." ;
« Fandlady Prevents Escape ,
After his release from'*Sjng Sing
Chapman returned to New York.
and a few months later, on October
24, 1911, was arrested for a burglary
al 2223. West 129th Street. Detectives
Brennick and Morrell: found him
with two suitcases of the loot fhom
this burglary. 1s
*He sald he would implicate a con-
-federate and led the detectives to
house... Morrell walted on the side-
| walk, and Brennick and the prison-|
er, handcuffed together, entered ‘the
house. .
,
In a bathroom Chipman dropped}
some jewelry..Ag Brennick stooped
‘to pick it up Ohapman grabbed the
detective’s revolver. They wéreu
fighting over the revolver when Mrs
Estelle Benham, tne landlady, :ran
in. She seized Chaman’s throat and
strangled him until he dropped the
revolver. : : vB
Chapman was taken back to Sing
Sing early’ in 1912, transferred to
Clinton, then to Auburn, ahd releas-
ed on March 20, 1919. a:
Until this point what is known ‘of
Chapman's life reads like a routine
report made by a probation officor
tc a judge ready to sentence a hak-
stual criminal of no great impar-
of the mail and following the trea-
284 East 124tn Street, a rooming}
had
is TTI Whe lhande ISL RIES eo
4 Wochked out by “the prisoner him- pas been said that Anderson Was
iself, Chapman was confined. in the | porn with the traits that made him
Diigepiral section 7 the state prison | an enemy of society, and Chapman
jon the bank of the Connecticu: | acquired them. On the police re-
jriver, andl though twnder constant! eordy of Anderson detectlvos
luuard was able to work out hls | nected that he was one of the best
“peter men'’—the criminal and po-
lice title for safe blowers—in the
/United States. In Auburn Chapman
falso met Charles Loerber, allas
Charles Lambert, who was to.pe the
i'third confederate and the ~* weak
flink in the crime that made Ander-
son and Chapman front-page. char-
acters.
* Chapman, Anderson and Loerber
planned and carried out the Leo-
nard street mai] truck robbeny, in
which their loot: was $2,450,000 in
bonds and cash. ‘
_They were told something of the
movements of registered .mail by a
clerk in the City Hall Station. To
verify what he said they spent night
after night watching the handling
sure van up Broadway in an auto-
mobi.e. a
The night of October 4, ;
with loerber at the wheel of thelr<
car, the’ waited in Mail street. Just<
after 10 o'clock Frank Havanck, a;
‘postoffice chauffeur, started up:
‘Broadway in a Ford truck. -
As he reached Leonard street the
bandits’ car cut in ‘ahead of the-
truck and forced {t to the curb, A
man waving a revolver Jumped to
the runningboard into Leonard
street, which was dimly — lighted.
The other two bandits joined the
firat. A woman passed who paid no
attention to the robbery, and a
,8mall boy was told to hurry on. his
| Way. Havanck obeyed ofders to up-
‘en the door of the truck; the ban-
|dits seized four of the , seventeon
jbags of mall, hurled them In their
,car and sped away,
The bandits rode across Long Is-
land to Lake Ronkonkoma, where
they divided the ioot In a barn
owned by one of Loerber's rela-
| tives. Loerber was $6,000 in cash ‘
and $400,000 ‘n securities which he
buried under the floor. Anderson
and Chapman probably divided the
rest evenly.
In 1921 and 1922 Chapman led the
life he enjoyed. He was living in an
excellent apartment at 12 Gramercy
Square, he had twenty suits of
clothes, and he associated with men
and women of similar intellectual
interests at a Greenwich Village res-
taurant.
A woman the police call Betty,
now a respectable matron of Provi-
dence, was living with Chapman.
She was a pretty girl with glossy
bobbed black hair and an olive skin.
Loerber drove €hapman's car and
usually in the evening was dlrectea
to ‘Mother’ Bertolotti's in ‘\Wesr
Third Street, under the “L,” where
Betty and Chapman would dine.
Chapman, calling himself G.:- Vincent
Golwell, was known to “Mother?
Bertolotti as a rich ofl man, owning
Western property.. She Hked both.
him and Betty and they sat at her
center table with a group of villago
| Buhemians, “Mother” Bertolotri
}thought him the most cultivated
}gentleman who ever came to her
place. She says he spoke sevtn lan-
guages. :
Free With His Money. .
Chapman, who somehow’ had
tance,, aoe ‘
In Auburn Chapman met his no-;
torious confederate, Charles Ander-!
Yon, know nas “Dutch,” a more
cry Oe |
ena nacathly an more cleaver) —
found time ta read widely and to
galn a sophistication of intellect, was
a leader of the Bertolotti circle. He
The Mail Truck Robbery
painting and sculpture,
When he and Anderson were
reivdy for a robbery, Chapman sent
Betty, who “Mother” Bertolott! de-
toribed us a “niee girl,” to visit rel.
ntives in Indianapolis, or to Arl-
zona,
Chapman sent ‘Mother’ Berto-
lotti dozene of planta by a florist's
boy on her twenty-elghth wedding
anniversary. He paid for Florence
Bertolotti’s birthday party and was
especially pleasant to two detectives
and wsergeant of police who attend-
ed it.
Once Chapman palia dinner
check with a $1,000 bill and a wo-
man asked him if he were not
afraid to carry so much money.
“nnamed, undated
Connecticut newspaper’
article sent by Hearn.
was free with his money. Ho pa- |
ick to their car—
d escaped!
The Associated
ess dispatch = re-
red to the robbery
the “most daring
1 reckless hold-up
the history of
w York State.”’
It was all of that,
1 more. It was
» of the most re-
tkable robberies
the ‘history of
me. No ordinary
speradoes, that
» of bandits! It
| taken a genius
work out the de-
is of a hold-up
irdinarily crowded
mard Strees.’
\nd the details had
n worked out with
azing accuracy.
culations as to
e and place were
thematically per-
Each of the ~
‘e men knew his
t like a master
or, and each went
ut his part of
work with the
cision of a ma-
1e. Seconds had
n split, and every
rd, move and
ture had been
aned for in ad-
Id-up had even
hology—he knew
ploit would calm
darkened street.
aper story—this
an named Gerald
le then, nor did
low who peered
cs of the news-
ERALD CHAPMAN’S ESCAPE
Said the hard-boil-
ed Chapman to the
nurse, when she
asked him for his
“home address,’”’ on
entering St. Mary's
Hospital, at Athens
Ga., (shown at
right): ‘I’ve been
staying at Uncle
Sam's winter
palace in Atlanta,
cutie —just put
my home down,
‘Federal Pen, At-
Janta.’’’ Then he
chuckled and add-
ed: “Jf I happen
to kick out here,
you needn’t
bother the un-
dertaker to ship
me back there/’’
The window of
Chapman's room,
from which he en-
caped---Room 23——
is marked with a
cross
(Below) “Mug” re-
ward circular sent
out by the Federal
authorities, in a
nation - wide man-
hunt for Chapman
after his escape
from Atlanta
's ‘ ,
<a as eS Uh 8
paper's front page,
accused of the
Leonard Street
robbery.
“So that’s the
bird they call the
‘Million-Dollar
Bandit'!"" I mused,
half-interested in
the story and
picture. ‘‘Well,
New York City is
a long way from
Georgia—maybe
little-runts like him
can pull such stunts
off up there!’
Months later—
August 23rd,
1922—Chapman
stood trial and.was
‘convicted ‘of rob-
bing the United
States mails. Fed-
eral Judge Holmes
sentenced the
bandit to twenty-
five years in prison.
A few days later.
Chapman was on his way south to enter the U. S. Peniten-
uary. at Atlanta, Georgia.
When the little bandit arrived in Atlanta under guard,
the Georgia papers published more photographs and went
into history. Gerald Chapman was then supposedly thirty-
seven years of age. ‘The newspapers described him as under
weight, of medium height, blond, and stated that he had
been married. Every reporter who interviewed Chapman
commented on the bandit's unusual intelligence.
Bon of Catholic parents, Gerald Chapman’s early training
ad been for a choir-boy. But at an age almost as early,
he deserted the paternal roof to launch out on a career of
crime; Four sentences for petty thefts, and Chapman landed
in Auburn State Prison, New York. It was there that he
widened his criminal education and became acquainted with
the notorious “Dutch” (George) Anderson, afterward his
partner-and pal,
Chapman always gave his brilliant pal credit for the
brain-work connected with the Leonard Street hold-up;
Anderson, with equal modesty, afterward declared that
“Chappy” not only furnished the brains, but also the ‘‘guts,”’
for this, their most amazing crime.
Since Anderson was not captured along -with the master-
mind, authorities have agreed that it must have been Dutch,
greasing the ropes with the mail-truck loot, who planned
Chapman's subsequent escapes from both the Atlanta pen
and the Athens hospital.
“MANY men go in; few men come out before their time,’
is a crook’s proverb about the Penitentiary at Atlanta.
The big gray-stone building is one of the most carefully
guarded institutions in the world. Few of its inmates ever
dream of escape. With an army of guards patrolling the
walls, cells that open and lock electrically, spy systems, a
careful personal check on every single prisoner, night and
day—well, a man has about as much chance of getting out
of the Atlanta pen as the proverbial camel has of getting
through the needle's eye, prisoners declare.
Nevertheless——
Al daybreak, Tuesday, March 27th, 1923, two prisoners were
missing.
They were Gerald Chapman and Frank Gray, a forger.
While the prison sirens were sounding the alarm, the
two prisoners dashed up to the home of W. H. Edwards, on
the Lakewood highway, a short distance from the penitentiary
enclosure.
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leaped to the ground, drew his revolver,
and called upon the fugitives to surren-
der. When the pair started to run away
from him, Butler again shouted “J/altl”
and fired. one shot into the air.
“Save your lead, old mosshback!” Chap-
man taunted, and whipping guns from be-
neath their clothes, he and Gray opened
fire upon the. officer, .
The distance was too great for ac
curacy, however, and after a dozen shots,
they fled up a steep embankment and
scuttled into the shelter of a clump of
pines.
Butler was chasing them through the
woods, gainely returning their fire bullet
for bullet, when the car bearing the three
‘Colbert officers roared down the road to
- his, aid. ‘
' The four policemen surrounded Chap-
man and Gray on top of a wooded knoll,
but were prevented by the heavy under-
brush from charging the fugitives. The
two prisoners were well supplied with
ammunition, and kept up a hot barrage,
firing furiously each time the officers
ventured within range,
The police had failed to anticipate a
siege, so had brought along only a few
extra shells. They withheld their fire,
grimly determined to make every shot
count when they did start squeezing trig-
gers,
After a quarter-hour of sniping
through the trees, reinforcements in the
shape of Sheriff Hall and a Madison
County policeman, Elmer Cannon, ar-
rived on the battlefield.
The officers now numbered six against
the enemy's force of two. And in addi-
tion to their revolvers and plenty of
spare cartridges, Sheriff Hall and Cannon
brought along two pieces of long-range
heavy artillery—Winchester rifles,
Dusk was closing down upon. the
woods and fields, and after a hurried
council of war, it was decided to charge
into the underbrush and drive Chapman
and Gray from cover.
“After ’em, boys!” Sherif€ Hall com-
manded. “Bring ’em out of there—dead
or alive!”
Led by the veteran sheriff, the six offi-
cers charged up the slope to the crackle
of vomiting guns. When they were half-
way up the hill, Chapman, who had
crawled unnoticed to an adjoining cotton
revolver,
HE bandit had the satisfaction of
“EL seeing two of his shots take slight
effect upon the advancing forces of the
When his gun was empty, without
attempting to dodge back to cover, Chap-
man remained standing in the field, coolly
reloading his blue-steel Colt .45.
This time, however, the master-mind
of the underworld miscaleulated—the
men coming toward him were not. the
type to be awed by a display of reckless
bravado, Man-hunting was their forte,
as hold-ups and jailbreaks were Chap-
man’s specialty. The posse came dog-
gedly up the hill, paying not the slightest
attention to the heavy slugs that ripped
off branches and tore up the red mud all
around them.
At the order of Sheriff Tall, the six
officers held their fire until: well within
range of the bandit. Then several of
patch, suddenly stood up and emptied his ;
the posse pressed their triggers at the
same time, the Winchester in Hall’s hand
crackling above the deeper pow! pow! of
the heavy police specials.
Chapman doubled at the waist at the
first shot; straightened, and struggled to
level his gun; then pitehed headlong to
the ground as another sleet of lead rid-
dled the cotton stalks all around him.
When they gained the top of the hill,
the posse found the ex-choir-boy sitting
upright among the cotton rows. His right
arm hung useless at his side, and blood
from a nasty. hip,.wound was dyeing his
gray prison trousers scarlet. His face was
ghastly pale, but upon _ his tightly
®
clenched lips was the set, mirthless smile.
that could strike terror into the stoutest
heart of the underworld. ° He was
struggling desperately to reload his Colt,
holding the gun flat upon the ground with
his left leg and trying to cram the car-
tridges into the cylinder with his left
hand.
ad ELL, you got me, didn’t you?” Chap-
) J i
Man snapped angrily, when Sheriff
Hall stepped forward with the handcuffs,
“You'd never taken me alive if you'd
fought it out with pistols—you had to get
a Winchester to tail me out of the fight!
“And another thing,” he went on des-
perately, “—youw'll never keep me—get
that?”
It took all the posse, six strong men, to
disarm the wounded bandit and carry
him to the cars on the road below. Ac-
cording: to Sheriff Hall, “He warn’t. as
biz as a kitty, but he fit like’r wildcat!”
Frank Gray had been grazed by a
dozen bullets, but was uninjured. The
officers found thé forger crouching in
the woods, hammering his jammed auto-
matic pistol with a piece of rock. He
made no resistance when called upon te
surrender,
Dangerously wounded though he was,
Chapman struggled erect in the car and
cursed Gray for being a coward because
the forger had allowed himself to be
taken alive.
When captured, Chapman was wearing
his gray penitentiary uniform under a
blue overall coat. Gray had discarded
his uniform, and was dressed in brown
overalls and a black coat. Each of the
men had more than $200 in fifty and one
dollar bills.
On the outskirts of Athens, Clarke
County authorities met the two Madison
cars and the prisoners. Gray was taken
at once to the Clarke County prison,
Chapman was placed in an ambulance
and rushed to St. Mary's Hospital, where
physicians pronounced his condition dan-
gerous,
The bandit’s right arm had been split
open by a pistol bullet, and a .44 Win-
chester slug had snagged a bad gash
through his right hip, severing tendons
and grazing the bone.
When Chapman was placed upon the
operating-table, he was so weak from
loss of blood that he could not raise his
hand. But he angrily refused to take an
anesthetic before the surgeons began
probing for the ball in his hip.
On Chapman’s hospital entry card, the
ironic humor of the nerveless, blue-eyed,
bantam-weight desperado again crops up.
When the nurse asked ‘is “home ad-
dress,” Chapman _ retorted flippantly: |
“l’ve been staying at Uncle Sam’s win- |
ter palace in Atlanta, cutie—just put my
home down, ‘Federal Pen, Atlanta.’’
Then he chuckled and added: “If I hap-
pen to kick out here, you needn't bother |
the undertakqr to ship me back there!”
Soon after \the capture, Deputy War-
den L. F. WMictcher arrived f
from the |
Penitentiary tp take charge of the pris-
oners, Prank JGray, under heayy guard,
was taken back to Atlanta by afitomobile
that night. Hpspital authoriti¢s advised |
against moving Chapman, so fhe bandit
was left with a guard at St. Mary's.
Chapman wak assigned Rogm 23, one
of the choice frivate rooms jn the hos-
pital. It is of the second floor, front,
and has two large windows opening upon
the broad green} lawn and Milledge Ave-
nue, the most) fashionable} residential |
street in Athens
But the bandit evidenced} no interest
whatsoever in hid neatly furhished room,
the boxes of flowdring blooms in the win-
dows, or the bright lights bf the broad
thoroughfare beydnd the Hospital yard.
After his wounds Wad been} attended, he
stubbornly refused to tafk. | Warden
Fletcher attempted) to perfuade him to
tell how he and Gray had giot out ot the
Penitentiary the da befoqe, but Chap-
man only smiled an@ saidfnothing. He
would not touch the Warm milk the nurse
brought at midnight,| and] several times
during the night he fousdd up to curse
his guard for rattling’ npwspapers and
smnols ing,
To this day, Penitemtiqry officials are
still unable to explain hofy Chapman and
Gray escaped from the heavily guarded
enclosure where thousah@s of claborately
planned “breaks” have hen nipped in the
bud. It is still a mystef#fy where the pair
took shelter after abatrfdoning Edwards’
ear the morning of Mafrh 27th, No one
has ever known who rnished the two
prisoners with clothes, Wwkapons, ammuni-
tion and the thousan ars in conve-
niently changed bills/that financed their
flight toward Athens/thel following day.
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lan!
ARCHIE 29th, thé day) after the gun
battle and capture,|I was thrown
from my motor-cyfle antl taken to St.
Mary's with a broke The’ doctors
set my leg in the/ same @perating room
where Chapman’$ wounds had been
dressed twenty-ffur hour’ before: then
I was taken upstairs to Ro@om 25, a com-
panionate room fo the wotnded bandit’s.
It was during fthe next five days that I
came fully to appreciate t
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vill buy almpst anything
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learned that
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under the sun
T literally save Gerald Chapman buy his
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far as actuafly seeing anything with my
eyes, dias pvelf have been a blind man.
However, @¢eryone — knows—policeyien
and detectives, especially—that one can
“see” lots of things that are invisible to
the eye. And it is entirely possible for
one to “hear” things that are not spoken.
Gossip travels rapidly in a hospital, al-
Most as rapidly as it travels in a prion
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and offered Edwards, who w
his car, a thousand doll
a lift into the city,
: Edwards had already
Me siren and noticed
uniforms of the men
fused the money, rh
gun, calmly
would shoot
of the car,
‘ha oars
Kava tt trove out of the yard, Mrs.
sah came to the porch to bid her
lusband good-by. Chapman turned the
<del the woman and told her that
ride Hever see her husband again
- dared make an outery,
of ripe Prostrate with fright, Mrs. Iid-
biaabaad watched the car dash away, [if-
Hebiliad Sleds later, eon came racing
- and g ,
ter driving to a lonely ah aa hi
Way, his captors had left) the Dae di ‘
Lone to the Woods without a word a
oe Was notified, and with a
Ross i sf Toodhounds, Edwards rushed
nee ie te spot’ where Chapman and
net ha to the woods. The fugitives
ane co ared, and the dogs failed to
cl wit trail, It was decided that
; pman and Gray had been Picked
’¥ # contederate who had I hl
: been drivin
up and down the road awaiting them r
oe ae how Chapman and his pal got
of the pen, no one, to this day, has
,
ever learned, W illi
Bindi wes se hen the Million-Dollar
os to answer any que
Tay, too, remained silent on that point
he was clectro.
as starting
ars to give them
heard the bellow.
the gray prisori
N, SO he Promptly re-
of hapman then drew a
notified Edwards that he
» and had Gray start the motor
He was safe
HE morning followin
cape, Wednesday,
Warden
& thé prison es-
March 28th, the
telephoned — the
through,
could spot anything
Yellow cab, ~ .
Chief of Police at Athens tl ;
and Gray had slipped out a hoon
Atlanta and were headed our wa bay
eling in a Yellow cab. ee
It Is only seventy-fiv,
capital city down
Warden told Chie
lugitives must alre
way down the
e miles from the
_ to Athens, and the
{ Buesse that the two
ady be more than half-
road,
i = sp ak duty when the call came
rough, seo Wwheele Fad
“de oout my 1
PD notor-
bi and rode at once to the point where
im. toa from Atlanta enters the city. I
_ soon Joined by a small army of. po
ice . . 4 Ty ' } i
PY ising Hy Asse deputies and county
ers, th twenty-fiv irty ,
-five or thirty men
hang: out along the highway, it would
wave been ‘mpossible for a mouse to slip
We were all confident that we
&s Conspicuous as a
pte
All day we patrolled the paved high-
ways west and south of the city, but the
cab and the two fugitives failed to put in
aa appearance.
It was a typical Georgia spring day,
warm and balmy. In the woods birds
were singing, and the farmers were plow-
img the fields beside the highway. I
moticed that each time the mules reached
the end of the furrow, every plow came
to a halt and every plowman paused to
sean the shimmering ribbon of pavement.
Word had got out that a fat reward
would be paid for the capture of Chap-
man and Gray, and all those darky plow-
boys were anxious to get in on the
money!
When noon passed, the police con-
cluded that the Penitentiary Warden had
made a mistake—that Chapman and Gray
had taken another road and were miles
away from Athens, headed in another
direction.
Then, at 4 o'clock, just when we were
on the point of abandoning the search,
news came that a Yellow cab bearing an
Atlanta license plate had been seen ap-
proaching the city from the cast.
On the outskirts of the town, the cab
halted to replenish its almost empty gas
tank, and unfortunately for the driver,
he chose a filling station where the at-
tendant had just finished reading the
mewspaper account of Gerald Chapman’s
flight toward Athens in a Yellow cab.
It was several miles across town to the
Station, but the attendant managed to
éetain the driver and cab until the police
arrived.
Chapman was not in the cab.
When told that he was under arrest,
the driver vigorously protested his inno-
cence. He admitted reading about the
flight of the two Iederal prisoners, but
swore he'd had no idea his two passen-
gers from Atlanta were the hunted men,
Whether the driver lied or not, I can-
not say. However, if he had chosen to
be stubborn and refused to answer ques-
tions, it is very probable that Gerald
Chapman would be alive and at liberty
to-day.
According to the driver’s story, when
Chapman and Gray chartered his cab
they told him they were anxious to get
out of Atlanta because of some trouble
they'd had with a woman in a down-town
hotel the night before. The pair posed
as traveling salesmen for a New York
concern, and said they would both be dis-
charged if they were arrested on a dis-
orderly conduct warrant. They offered
the driver a hundred-dollar tip to get
them safely to Athens, where they in-
tended boarding a north-bound train,
The driver readily admitted dodging
the police all along the highway from
Atlanta to Athens. He said that his pas-
sengers warned him that the authorities
might have telephoned down the road
ahead of them.
HEN the cab was within ten miles of
Athens, Gray became extremely ner-
yous and wanted to get out and walk the
rest of the way to the city. Chapman then
offered the driver an extra fifty-dollar
bill, provided he got them safely around
the waiting police.
The driver told us of plunging the cab
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into a side road just in time to escape
an approaching carful of officers. He
then made a wide detour around the sec-
tion of highway under. patrol, skirted
through the city by a circuitous route
through the outlying negro sections, and
managed to strike the highway far on the
other side of town,
When the cab had raced on a few
miles north of the city, the gasoline gave
out. The driver visited a farmhouse,
where he managed to buy a small quan-
tity of gas—cnough to bring them back
to the nearest filling station.
But Chapman and Gray weren't in
favor of turning back. When told that
they were within four miles of Hull,
Georgia, they. crawled from the cab, paid
the driver and proceeded toward that
village on foot.
ULL is a flag-stop on the Seaboard
Air Line Railroad, seven miles north
of Athens, on the boundary-line — of
Clarke and Madison Counties.
When the driver was searched, he had
three fifty-dollar bills in his pocket, the
fare Chapman had paid him for the trip
from Atlanta.
The Athens police immediately got in
touch with the Sheriff of Madison
County, W. H. Hall, at Hull. The mes-
sage arrived exactly two minutes too
late. While Sheriff Hall was at the tele-
phone, a north-bound freight train thun-
dered through the little village, and
someone at the depot saw two men rid-
ing “blind-baggage” underneath one of
the cars.
Realizing that the fugitives had given
him the slip before he had commenced
the chase, Sheriff Hall quickly put
through a call to Colbert, a larger town
twenty miles further up the tracks.
When the freight train approached
Colbert, it was halted and searched by
Madison County Officers Rowe, Drake
and Kirk.
Chapman and Gray were not found
aboard.
Luck, however, was against the two
flecing prisoners. The highway from
Athens to the Savannah River parallels
the Seaboard the entire distance, cross-
ing and recrossing the tracks a dozen
times. A motorist who had kept abreast
the freight from Hull to Colbert notified
the puzzled authorities that he had seen
two men leap from the train on a steep
grade ten miles back down the track.
The Colbert officers hurriedly turned
their car and raced toward Hull. As they
approached the grade, they heard a fu-
rious fusillade of shots. A moment later
the road turned, and they came in sight
of the two fugitives, who were engaged
in a hot pistol battle with a man in the
uniform of a Madison County policeman,
Officer A. TP. Butler, of Hull, had set
out from Sheriff Hall’s office to overtake
the freight train. Half-way to Colbert,
Butler came upon Chapman and Gray, a
few minutes after the two men had
swung down from the slow-moving cars.
When Butler spied the pair, they were
sauntering up the railroad in plain sight
of the highway, apparently killing time
until a fast passenger train, soon due,
came along. :
Bringing his car to a standstill, Butler
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{ ‘is “home ad-
pte
d " Chapman retorted fiippantly:
Raa To staying at Uncle Sam’s win-
ter palace in Atlanta, cutie—just put my
home down, ‘Federal Pen, Atlanta,’”
Then he chuckled and added: “If I hap-
pen tu kick out here, you needn’t bother
the undertaker to ship me back there!”
Soon after the capture, Deputy War-
gen L. F. Fletcher arrived from the
Penitentiary to take charge of the pris-
vers. Frank Gray, under heavy guard,
was taken back to Atlanta by automobile
that night. Hospital authorities advised
against moving Chapman, so the bandit
was left with a guard at St. Mary’s.
Chapman was assigned Room 23, one
of the choice private rooms in the hos-
pital. It is on the second floor, front,
and has two large windows opening upon
the broad green lawn and Milledge Ave-
nue, the most fashionable residential
street in Athens.
But the bandit evidenced no interest
whatsoever in his neatly furnished room,
the boxes of flowering blooms in the win-
dows, or the bright lights of the broad
thoroughfare beyond the hospital yard,
After his wounds had been attended, he
stubbornly refused) to talk. © Warden
Fletcher attempted to persuade him = to
tell how he and Gray had got out of the
Penitentiary the day before, but Chap-
man only smiled and said nothing. Tle
would not touch the warm milk the nurse
brought at midnight, and several times
during the night he roused up to curse
his guard for rattling newspapers and
smoking,
To this day, Penitentiary officials are
still unable to explain how Chapman and
Gray escaped from the heavily guarded
enclosure where thousands of elaborately
planned “breaks” have been nipped in the
bud. It is still a mystery where the pair
took shelter after abandoning Edwards’
car the morning of March 27th, No one
has ever known who furnished the two
prisoners with clothes, weapons, ammuni-
tion and the thousand dollars in) conve-
niently changed bills that financed their
flight toward Athens the following day.
ARCH 29th, the day after the gun
battle and capture, I was thrown
irom my motor-cycle and taken to St.
Mary’s with a broken leg. The doctors
set my leg in the same operating room
where Chapman’s wounds . had been
dressed twenty-four hours: before; then
I was taken upstairs to Room 25, a com-
panionate room to the wounded bandit’s.
It was during the next five days that I
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Here was a most unusual case — a husbend
and his wife’s lover intriguing together to get
| rid of the pretty girl of whom hoth had tired!
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October, 1950.
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said in a high,
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a more elaborate
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him in no un
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murder. Found
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tried himself as
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pencilled name
an message.
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t had to be this
I lived together
nie.” The card
laven and post-
er Sunday.
against known
?”” Tuttle asked.
to now it wasn’t
thinking. Cas-
mailed it him-
ur chief a ring
funson come to
1 Captain Don-
d with the sug-
. Jones assigned
sonroy and En-
yicer locally.
e detectives was
the 103 Street
Joe was home.
ws of his wife’s
ed to him by
with what ap-
mount of shock
ig body into a
‘d “head in his
sion to observe
a white shirt,
pair of brown
nted toes. Con-
officers secured
ind a statement
man she'd run
killed her.
i sed with
en replies
ort. He took a
ning room, and
at on the post-
Annie in New
vriting expert.
rked and _ star-
he two.
He rejoined the other officers and the deaf-
mute, and asked permission of the latter to
search the apartment. Castelli appeared
upset and wrote the single word: “Why?” .
“Maybe,” Tuttle penned in reply, “there’s
something around which would lead us to
the man who ran off with your wife.”
Castelli nodded his assent and the detec-
tives began a search of the premises. In one
sense. they were disappointed at what they
found. The apartment yielded no blue serge
suit, gray topcoat, or black and white ave 9
ered cap—the garb of Annie’s New Haven
companion. On the other hand, three finds
in a bedroom bureau gave the officers pause.
In one drawer, which obviously held the
personal miscellany of Annie, they found a
library card. issued at the East 96 Street
Branch of the New York Public Library,
hearing her signature. This writing in no
wise resembled that on the New Haven post-
card. Furthermore, the drawer contained a
savings bank book in Annie’s name, which
disclosed the withdrawal, on Easter Satur-
day, of all but one dollar of the amount on
deposit—$1,453. This discovery tended to
support Castelli’s story that his wife had.
in fact, fled with a lover. Just before doing
so, it would have been her natural inclina-
tion to take her savings with her, particularly
if she planned to settle finally in a place
remote from New York.
But the third find, in another drawer of
the bureau, given over to Joe’s belongings,
held up to question the validity of this
theory. Buried beneath a pile of men’s socks
was a roll of bills, which, when counted,
added up to $1.375—only $78 less than the.
amount withdrawn from Annie’s account.
When the officers re-appeared in the
room where Castelli sat, his reaction: to the
bills in Tuttle’s hand was almost a reflex one
of alarm. “My money,” he scribbled hastily.
“What are you doing with it?”
‘The officers countered the question with
others of their own. How. they wanted to
know, had he gotten the money, inasmuch
as, since his release from Blackwell’s Island.
he could not possibly have saved that amount,
and since. too, one of the reasons for his jail
term was his refusal to work for his and his
wife's support?
“I won it.” replied Castelli vaguely, but
he was unable or unwilling tq give corrobora-
tive details.
In Tuttle’s opinion, there was grim reason
for this lack of satisfactory explanation. So
far, most of the elements uncovered in the
investigation pointed in one direction. As
the New Haven officer saw it, Castelli. with
a known history of brutality toward his wife,
had lured her to Connecticut, after somehow
persuading her to withdraw her money from
the bank. There he had killed and robbed
her, mailed the spurious card to give a cover
to his act, and then returned to New York,
relying on a flimsily concocted alibi.
‘Vhere were only two dissonant notes in
this reconstruction. One was the puzzling
matter of the closet. Why had the murderer
paid such particular attention to this facility
in the room, and why had he apparently
stood in it for more than a fleeting period
of time? Then there was the discrepancy be-
tween Mrs. Munson’s description of Annie’s
companion and the actual appearance of
Joseph Castelli. Yet Tuttle felt certain that
when the two were brought face to face, the
landlady would point the accusing finger of
positive identification.
At the detectives “request,” Castelli re-
turned with them to the offices of the Third
Branch. Mrs. Munson, they learned, would
not reach New York until 7 that evening—
two hours hence. Meanwhile, Captain Jones
summoned a police handwriting expert, and
turned over to him the New Haven postcard,
Annie's library card, and samples of Joe
Castelli’s longhand. At a glance, the expert
THE PRYING MOTHER-IN-LA
Tae: for sex there are probably more
jokes about mothers-in-law than any other
subject. But it is doubtful if Roger Cun-
ningham of Oklahoma City ever laughed
at any of them after that day in March,
1939, when his mother-in-law got too nosey.
It all started when Mrs. Joel P. Stokes. a
pleasant-faced, elderly lady, telephoned the
Cunningham house to talk to her daughter.
“I'd like to speak to Eudora,” she said
when Roger Cunningham, her daughter's
husband, answered the phone.
“So would I,” said Roger, “but she’s not
here. She left town yesterday evening and
I don’t know when or if she’ll be back. I
don’t even know where. she went.”
‘This news came as a distinct surprise to
Roger’s mother-in-law for she had spoken
with her daughter just a few days before
and Eudora gave no signs of intending to
leave town. She was sure Eudora wouldn't
leave without telling her, so she called the
school where her daughter worked as a
librarian.
“Why we were notified that Mrs. Cun-
ningham has been called out of town by
illness," the school authorities told her.
Although suspicious, Mrs. Stokes held her
peace (as mothers-in-law in the jokes never
do) until a short time later when a telegram
arrived from San Francisco. She read:
“I AM IN CALIFORNIA. DO NOT
WORRY. LOVE. EUDORA.”
Hunting up a friendly ear at the police
station, Mrs. Stokes poured out her sus-
picions. The police investigated Cunning-
ham's house, found nothing suspicious, and
the fact that some bags were missing
strengthened Roger's story that his wife
had gone away on the train. “Go stick to
your knitting,” they told Mrs. Stokes in
effect.
Now Mrs, Stokes was not one to give up
easily. She did some more investigating
and if she had ever turned to sleuthing as
a business, she would have made out well,
She found that there was no train West
in the evening, so the telegram must be
phony. She also noticed that her daughter
had not taken along her array of cosmetics
and Mrs, Stokes knew that no woman in
her right mind would go away without her
beauty aides—a point the police overlooked.
‘Thus, she reasoned, her daughter was
either not in her right mind or hadn't gone
away. She leaned toward the latter.
Furthermore, Eudora had not taken her
_ wedding ring or any money, she discovered.
Even an aimateur could tell the “mother-
in-law-turned-detective’ was ona hot trail.
By-passing the police this time, Mrs.
Stokes went directly to the district attc
and found him a most attentive gentle
The D.A. started a little investig:
which turned up evidence that the
gram from San Francisco had been sei
a man, one Monte Dillingham, a frie:
Roger Cunningham’s who said Roger
written him asking the telegram t
sent as a practical joke.
The joke was on Roger. The fp
hauled him in fast and started asking «
tions for which Roger had a hard
finding answers.
Now that the story was front page |
people began remembering things. R
who worked as a building inspector fo
Federal Housing Administration, had
seen several times near a sewer ditch
to March 6th, the day his wife “left”;
he had been seen there during the
after, when the ditch had been filled i
“I was checking the progress of
sewer,” Roger said nonchalantly when
fronted with this information.
“But you have no jurisdiction ove
sewer,” the police told him. “Pe
there was another reason—like may
burying?”
“T was just interested in what was ;
on,” Roger insisted.
Despite his protests that they \
find nothing, the police began diggin
the sewer ditch and kept Roger info
of their progress. He grew more ne
the longer they dug and at last on N
23rd, just as the police were about tc
the body, Roger started talking.
He confessed he had strangled his
at 7:30 p.m. on March 6th and burie
in the sewer ditch, knowing it wou
filled in completely the next day. «
wards he had fabricated the story abot
leaving to give himself time and
packed several of her bags and th
them off a bridge. Why did he do i:
“She nagged,” Cunningham said
killed her in a fit of rage. We I
been getting along for more than a
I wanted a divorce and offered her a
property settlement. She wouldn’t d
On March 25th, 1939, Cunninghar
indicted. He was found guilty on Oc
27th and sentenced to die January 15,
A stay of execution was granted, hoy
but the conviction was confirmed on
ust 28, 1940. and on November 16th ©
year, Cunningham was electrocuted i
Oklahoma State Penitentiary—and a
cause he had a prving mother-in-law.
—Earl L.
confirmed positively Sergeant ‘Tuttle's opin-
ion that the postcard had not been written
by the murdered girl. “But I can’t say off-
hand,” he declentt: “whether her husband
wrote it. I'll take this stuff back to my lab
and blow them up. I'll phone you the results
of my analysis.”
Mrs. Munson’s train was on time. A few
minutes after reaching New York she ap-
peared at Captain Jones’ office. Brought into
the room, Castelli glanced toward her indif-
ferently, and she, to the complete bewilder-
ment of the officers, regarded him with equal
indifference. Several moments of strained
silence ensued, at the conclusion of which
Castelli was escorted out of the room. In
answer to the chagrined questions of the de-
tectives, the New Haven landlady declared
emphatically. “Why, I never saw that man
before in my life!"
‘Ten minutes later, a telephone call from
the handwriting expert compounded the
confusion into which the investigation ap-
parently had fallen. “Joe Castelli did not
write that postcard,” the expert told Captain
Jones. “Vo be sure, there are general simi-
larities of form and structure, but the sig-
nificant identifying characteristics of the two
hands are totally dissimilar.”
‘There was nothing for the officers to do
but release Castelli. At Sergeant ‘Tuttle's in-
sistence, however, the deaf-mute was not al-
lowed to go as a completely free agent. Cap-
tain Jones assigned Conroy and Enright to
keep him under surveillance. Mrs. Munson,
meanwhile, agreed to remain in New York
for another day, at least—at the expense of
the police—and accommodations were pro-
cured for her at a nearby hotel.
As for Tuttle, he realized disappointedly
that the case had struck a snag. but refused
to allow himself to believe its solution was
impossible. The imperatives of the situation
now demanded a basic approach, less super-
ficial than had so far been undertaken. It
Was necessary to reconstruct the movements
of Annie and her companion from the ear-
liest beginnings of their travels—their depar-
ture from New York City.
The sergeant voted against immediate in-
quiries at Grand Central Station, in the be-
hef that the 125 Street stop—closer to Annie's
home—would have been the more logical
starting point for the pair. Nor, when Tuttle
inquired of the ticket agent there, did his
logic betray him. On Easter Sunday. he was
told, only one window had been open. and
that was serviced by a man presently on duty.
Albert Banks.
Tattle talked with Banks in the station
master’s office. “Yes,” the agent recalled, “I
remember the couple you speak of. I was
particularly struck with the girl's good looks.
and thought what a pity she was so afflicted.”
Banks, on the other hand, could not pre-
cisely describe either the dress or features
of Annie’s companion, but remembered only
that he was dark. ‘he two approached the
window in time to procure tickets for the
7:40 a.m. New Haven train, but the man
alone stepped up to the grill, while the girl
remained slightly in the background. “He
wrote on a pad,” Banks continued, “that he
wanted two tickets to New. Haven—round
trip.” .
A puzzled frown wrinkled Tuttle's brow.
Here was another incongruity. If Annie's
companion was taking her to New Haven to
murder her, why had he bought her a ticket
back? The sergeant worried the point with
Banks. “Are you sure about that? Are you
‘ure the man bought two round-trip tickets?”
The agent nodded with conviction. “The
deaf and dumb man with the girl did.” he
declared. “Funny thing. For a minute or two
there Sunday morning I felt they must be
having a deaf-mute convention in New
Haven. No sooner did the pair you speak
of leave the window, but what another deaf
62
and dumb fellow came along and bought a
ticket to the same place. But his was only a
one-way.”
With the receipt of this information, Tut-
tle recognized that a drastic re-arrangement
of the hitherto known facts and conjectures
Was necessary. He questioned the agent
further as to the description of the second,
lone traveler, but Banks could only say that
this individual was taller than the girl's com-
panion. This fact, however, was some cor-
roboration of the sergeant’s new theory of
the crime, which he outlined to Captain
Jones a half hour later in the latter's office.
“Suppose we figure it this way.” Tuttle
told the New York detective. “Annie actually
ran off with a man. Perhaps she told Joe
of her intention, or perhaps he merely sus-
pected it. In any case, he followed them to
New Haven, tracked them to Mrs. Munson’s,
somehow concealed himself in the closet of
their room, and then killed Annie. But what
I'm wondering now is whether it was a
double murder.”
Jones thought a moment. “It's possible,”
The husband, left, had encouraged his
partner, right, in the clandestine affair.
i
he agreed. “But if so, where’s the body of
Annie's lover? Not in the Munson house, -
certainly. I’m sure you fellows gave the
place a thorough going-over. However, it’s
entirely conceivable that he was out when
the attack took place, returned to discover
her badly injured and fled lest he be held
accountable.”
“That sounds reasonable, too,” Tuttle
conceded, “But, by gosh, there are still three
things unexplained. Why did the man who
hired the room pay such particular attention
to the size of the closets? Who wrote the
postcard? And again, if Castelli followed
the couple to the house, how did he get into
the room?” ;
At this point the phone rang. It was Cap-
tain Donnelly, calling from New Haven, with
new facts strongly substantive to Tuttle's re-
vised theory of the crime. “I’ve had a report
from a couple of the boys who've been work-
ing in the area near Mrs. Munson’s house,”
the captain said. “They tell me that two
deaf-mute men were seen in the neighbor-
hood around noon last Sunday.” The in-
formation had come, Donnelly continued,
from the proprietor of a cigar store, who,
idling outside his shop. noticed a man and
woman, conversing in sign language, head
for a restaurant several doors away. A few
minutes later, the man emerged from the
restaurant and came to the cigar store where
he bought a pack of cigarets. As he picked
up his change and turned to go, another deaf
and dumb man entered. The two obviously
knew each other, for they broke into what
appeared to be a rapid and feverish con-
versation with their fingers. At the conclu-
sion of their heated “talk,” they parted in
front of the shop, the first to re-enter the
restaurant down the block, the other to walk
off in the opposite direction—toward Mrs.
Munson’'s house on Crown street.
Donnelly passed along the descriptions ob-
tained of both. The first answered that of
the as yet unknown man who'd accompanied
Annie to New Haven; the second that of the
taller individual who'd followed. “It sounds
like her husband,” Tuttle told his chief, and
brought him up to date on Castelli’s ae
rary detention, but subsequent release be-
cause of Mrs. Munson's failure to identify
him, “Now.” he said, “it appears as though
the two ran into one another in New Haven
and had an argument. I think we have
enough evidence to warrant our picking up
Castelli again.”
With the appearance in Captain Jones’
office five minutes later of Detectives Conroy
and Enright. the whereabouts of the suspect
oftered no problem. The two had just been
relieved by other detectives of their surveil-
lance over Castelli when he returned to his
apartment on East 103 street.
“He spent an entirely innocent evening,”
Conroy reported, “although why he dragged
himself over to the Lyceum Theater in
Brooklyn to a vaudeville show is more than
we know.” At the show, Conroy continued.
Castelli had found a single seat in the first
row of the orchestra, and because of the
crowded house his watchers had had to be
content with observing him from the tenth
row. Castelli, however, apparently had
thought little of the performance. For after
sitting through an acrobatic act. an act fea-
turing trained dogs. a song-and-dance-man
routine, and an exhibition of skill with the
punchbag, he left—with the show only half
over—and returned home.
An hour later. close to midnight, Castelli
had been routed from his bed and was again
undergoing questioning in the offices of the
Third Detective Branch. He denied stub-
bornly having gone to New Haven and de-
parted no whit from his persistent alibi for
the day of the murder. “I have no idea who
the man was who went off with Annie.” he
wrote repeatedly, whenever he was charged
with this knowledge. “I did not follow them
and I certainly met no such person in a
cigar store.”
After interrogating the adamant prisoner
lengthily and exhaustively, Sergeant Tuttle
threw up his hands. ‘He's not going to make
it easy for us,” he told the others. “I guess
we'll have to lock him up and get that cigar-
store proprietor down here from New Haven
for identification.” Accordingly, Castelli was
remanded to a cell and Tuttle phoned New
Haven to make the necessary arrangements.
Early the next morning, Thursday. the
sergeant again journeyed to 103 street. It
struck him that it would be highly improba-
ble for a married woman to have carried on
an affair with another man without someone
among her friends and neighbors having at
least an inkling of what was oing on. Con-
sequently, the detective talked with the ten-
ants of the apartments adjacent to, above,
and below the Castellis. None, however,
could furnish any information relating to
Annie’s private affairs. But several of those
questioned offered Tuttle identical advice:
“There's one man in the house who doesn't
miss a trick—Bill Striebel, the janitor. You
ought to talk to him.”
The detective found Striebel seated in a
brokendown Morris chair, in the boiler room
of the building, smoking a pipe, and reading
the first published accounts of the murder
to give the identity of the victim. “Poor
girl,” the janitor bewailed, shaking his head
dolefully. “But it don’t surprise me. I told
my wife something was going to happen to
those people. It almost had to, the way things
were going. Like I said to my wife, Annie
Castelli wasn’t the first woman to take up
with another man while her husband was
in a but it sure surprised me the way Joe
didn’t seem to mind when he got out and
found out about it. Why, him and that other
man continued to act like they were the best
of friends.”
The janitor, guided by Sergeant Tuttle's
adroit questions, expounded on his startling
statement. Although Striebel did not know
the name of Annie’s lover, his description
of him convinced the sergeant he was the
man who had rented the room at Mrs. Mun-
son's. He told the detective how, although
the interloper had been a visitor prior to
oc’ term on the Island, during this period
is calls had become increasingly numerous
and compromising. Indeed, Striebel had seen
him, more than once, leaving the building
in the earliest hours of daylight, presumably
after an all-night stay wash Annie.
With Joe's release, however, the affair did
not seem to terminate, and Striebel fre-
quently had seen the two men laughing to-
gether, and carrying on, in sign language,
what appeared to be friendly and jovial con-
versations. “Why, early Sunday morning,”
the janitor went on, “I saw the two of them
outside the building, and they seemed to be
thick as thieves. That was around 7 o'clock.
When they parted, Joe went over and stood
sin the hallway of the building across the
street. His deaf-and-dumb friend went up-
stairs, but came down a few minutes later
with Annie and a couple of suitcases. ‘They
walked north on Lexington Avenue, and
Joe followed them. Nope, I don’t know where
that other fellow lives, but I can tell you
what he does. He once gave me a couple of
free tickets to the Palace. I took my missus,
and by George, there he was on the stage,
punching a bag around.”
Now Tuttle realized the case was solved.
The janitor’s information provided the
touchstone which permitted all the facts to
be assembled into a logical, cohesive whole,
and resolved the contradictions which had
bedevilled the earlier reconstruction of the
crime. True, Annie had a lover and ran off
- with him. Joe, however, not only tolerated
the situation, but had encouraged it, and
had plotted with the lover, who was his
friend, to destroy the girl during the course
of the elopement, and rob her of her jewels
and the money her lover had undoubtedly
urged her to withdraw from the bank.
ollowing through with their fiendish plot,
the two men—husband and lover—met just
before traintime Sunday morning. They
agreed on destination, and went their sepa-
rate ways to the railroad station. The lover
bought two roundtrip tickets—ostensibly for
Annie and himself, Fut actually the return
part of the second ticket was for Castelli.
Arrived at New Haven, Castelli followed
the “lovers” from the station to Mrs. Mun-
son's. There, a room was rented, whose ap-
pointments satisfied the needs of the murder
as already agreed on between the two killers.
A closet was necessary for a hiding place—
a closet into which Castelli could slip while
the others went out of the house for lunch.
And Tuttle saw how the maneuver had
been accomplished. After seating Annie in
the restaurant, the lover met the husband in
the cigar store, not accidentally, but by pre-
arrangement. He slipped him the key to the
house and the room, and then rejoined
Annie, while Joe went on to the house.
gained admittance, left the doors unlocked.
and then secreted himself in the closet of
the room.
When the couple returned, Castelli sprang
out and belabored his wife over the hea
with some heavy weapon. Then, leaving her
for dead, the murderers fled the house, and
New Haven, but not before mailing a spuri-
ous postcard addressed to Joe Castelli, and
written, undoubtedly, by the lover.
Now, too, Castelli’s visit to the Lyceum
the evening before made sense. His front row
orchestra seat allowed him, by means of the
deaf and-dumb sign language, to communi-
cate with one of the performers in the vaude- _
ville show. Castelli signalled this individual
and kept him posted on the status of the
police investigation.
To confirm his reconstruction of the case,
the sergeant left his janitor-informant in the
basement of the 108 Street apartment house
and proceeded to the nearest drug store. He
phoned the Lyceum Theater in Brooklyn,
and got the manager. “You have a Peet,
bag act,” he said, after identifying himself as
an officer. “Is the performer a deaf-mute?”’
“Yes,” came the answer. “His name is
Frank Vetter.”
“When will he show up next at the
theater?”
“At three this afternoon, for the matinee.”
“Can you give me his home address?”
“Yes, just a second. I'll look it up.” There
was a moment of silence and then the man-
ager supplied the address. It was 469 Park
Avenuc, Brooklyn.
Thirty minutes later, a police sedan con-
taining Tuttle, Conroy, and Enright drove
up before the Brooklyn apartment house.
Vetter was not in his flat, but the officers
found him on the roof of the building, prac-
ticing his act in a makeshift gymnasium. He
was brought back to Captain Jones’ office,
and subjected to intensive questioning. At
first, his demeanor was defiant, but became
successively more desperate and frantic in
the face of the mountain of evidence the po-
lice taunted him with. None was more un-
nerving to the murderer than three pawn
tickets found on him when he was searched,
and which turned out to be for the three
rings robbed from the dead girl.
Finally, toward mid-afternoon, Vetter con-
fessed his crime, and a few minutes later Joe
Castelli gave up his hopeless struggle against
the truth and admitted that the police accu-
sations were correct. Both killers, in signed
statements. told the story of their heinous
acts. It verified in every respect Sergeant Tut-
tle’s analysis of how the murder had been
planned and carried out. They confessed that
after returning from lunch, Vetter, pretend-
ing to make love to Annie, had induced her
to remove her dress, and then, embracing
and kissing her, backed her toward the closet
in which Castelli hid. The latter, armed with
a piece of lead pipe, opened the door and
committed the fatal assault.
Castelli and Vetter were taken to New
Haven, where, on October 10, 1916, they
went on trial in the Criminal Superior Court,
charged with murder in the first degree. The
trial lasted 16 days, for all the testimony had
either to be written out for the scrutiny of
the defendants, or translated to them, to in-
sur¢ that their rights were protected. When
thd verdict was returned, Joseph Castelli and
Frank Vetter were found guilty. Judge Joel
Aj Reed pronounced sentence of death by
hanging, and in February of the following
ar, the two men were executed at the Con-
necticut State Prison, at Wethersfield.
~~
CLEVELAND'S
JACK-THE-
RIPPER
[Continued from page 27]
who hang out there aren't ordinary people.”
The two deputies looked at each other.
“I don’t get you,” Gillespie said. “What do
you mean, they’re not ordinary people?” -
“They're the of the earth,” Lyons
answered. “I don’t know what they do for a
living. I can’t start asking questions yet. It
would make them suspicious. I'm just keep-
ing my eyes open. Right now, I’m trying to
make myself into butcher bait. Every once
in a while I get the idea that the carver is
watching me.” :
McDevitt felt the hair raise on the nape
of his neck.
“You mean he’s in that saloon?” he asked
tensely.
Lyons nodded. “I've got no reason to be-
lieve it other than that I feel it,” he said.
“I'm absolutely certain that one of the
patrons of that saloon is the mad butcher
of Kingsbury Run.”
A week am before Lyons discovered the
secret of Steve Fabian’s saloon.
It was more than a hangout for prostitutes
and petty thieves. It was a kind of latter day
court of miracles. It seemed to be a sort of
headquarters for a small group of profes-
siona ars) who posedl as blind and
crippled. They came together at Steve's after
shamming their afflictions during the day.
By night, the “lame” straightened their backs
and matched quarters for drinks with the
“blind,” who were suddenly able to sec.
The special investigator was more certain
than ever that he had tracked the butcher
to his lair. He began to spend money freely
in an effort to attract attention. He bought
round after round of drinks. The habitues
considered him their friend, and some of
them even vied for his companionship.
Three men in particular interested Lyons.
One was a Turk, who had barnstormed over
the country in his youth as a professional
wrestler. His name was Abu Seleyman. Steve
Fabian called him Abe.
Lyons had him carefully shadowed by his
two colleagues from the sheriff's office. They
reported that the ex-wrestler made his living
by strong-arming small time merchants in
East Cleveland. It was gangsterdom’s protec-
tion racket on a chicken-feed scale.
“Shall we arrest him? McDevitt asked
Lyons.
“Not yet,” Lyons advised. “We can take
him whenever we want to. When we go for
our man, I want more than a petty-racketeer-
ing rap to clip him on.”
The police continued to shadow Seleyman,
while Lyons concentrated on a second sus-
pect. This man was a stocky Czech by the
name of Frank Dolezal. Lyons noticed that
he grew a little wild-eyed after a couple of
drinks, and decided to have him investi-
gated.
The report came back that Dolezal was a
lasterer by trade, employed by the WPA.
he police checked on him and discovered
that he had a brother on the police-force
at Cleveland Heights. Also, Dolezal went
regularly to church. Lyons ruled him out.
The third possibility was Steve Fabian.
himself. Lyons discovered that the man had
a sadistic streak and that he was given to
unorthodox sexual perversions. The deputy
tried, on occasions, to engage the bartender
in conversation along such lines. He noted
a strange look which came into the man’s
eyes when small talk drifted into unconven-
tional channels. Yet Fabian never betrayed
himself by a word.
63
ose atin
’ ork at any F
see oe oe
t or; : ed. PP ey NES Q ia eee
Wins at their cladhouse here,
huntere weat by trein and motor to
re & ‘end thence trudged. over
“the scene of | year’e
t Near Hilburn there is an old
paris. jane “since abandoned,
rnia. an. ideal. Rares »for
avakes,. The old workings, with their
masses of ‘tambled rocks and small
eli€fs, are Honeycombed with miniature
caves and ledgea where the snakea take
wefuge or aan themselves. ae es
Paul W. Snyder of Bloomfield, N. J.,
fad the hunters... Eaca was equipped
‘with steut leather leggings and heavy
feather gioves, Each carried a snake
te a straight stick about
e) » ee
apess,
r geet long, with two forks forming a nau abe
art the pes. | * "The anake is caught in| were started nst Lula el Firpo,
Bas sms arg howto sick Loker Witte fawt high hat Ie We net |
fe plunged into a leather of Dur? lwilliam Widmer, but Be Brumer
the first reptile | of 215 Weat Fifty-first Street, to whom
‘ honor of pagsin
went to J. J.. Burke, Council Chairman
he Woodcraft League. Shortly after
unterg arrived at the quarry _he
etarted a six-foot black racer. The
apaks had ghod ite old skin only a short |
time before and proved to be full: of
speed. It had not sig-zagged its glossy
0
i
‘
ru
Newark
a
way Quadrant C
Lar
c ase Alded Brumer, Not Widm
he had promised $5 to cover lost wages
for each da
a witness a
Chase explained that the mon
actually been
‘an order on
to Brumer. —
re bad been current atnce the pub
asi
on in a magasine of his
“Vyulgarising Religion.” =
ge, tor Reed agree
aie
“Canon William Bheafe Chase, Preél-|
New York Civic League, on
that Brumer appeared as
the Firpo inquiry. Canon
had not
ad given
aid, but that he
ew York Civic Leagu
aN
\
@untinued from Page {, Coloma 5.
to protest against being detained,
e@ waa a respectable citizen
bo nothing to do with the business
e policemen refused to be ecozened.
d one of them picked up a brief case
which the man had deposited in the back
‘of the car. In it they found drills and 1
cot! of fuse auch as is used in sate;
hhowing to fire the detonating caps. Un-
the seat cushion was an automatic
which was loaded but had not
The policemen marched their: eaptive
px te the store, where Skelly, a man
years of ege, lay ungonscious on the
floor. They carried him_out and took
htm to the New Britain-Genera) Has-
pital. There every ¢ffort was made to
prolong his life, but. he sank. rapidly{
and died three hours after he was shot.
_Mdentified by Dying Policeman. _
‘Before Skelly died the captive was
taken to his bedside, and Skelly identi- |
fied him as the man who fired the shot.
But the police belicved that Skelly must
have been mistaken, for their subsequent
while hea
cite he apegesty was tang is ose
| Teo wooks , it was learned from
} MY. Davidson after he had inspected the
terday
‘gre satisfied that the leader in the
+ ¥ork address was in Gramercy Park.
They will charge)
*and has dark brown hair and blue eyes.
ya. ma:l truck at Broudwa
ore in his cell, Shean came to New
ritain, ostensibly to inquire aboyt a)
store which apartment store man
of yea-
¢ ¢rrand, but Nudenves 7
the
the
B
edly had
crime to. spy out the office
p:eans of ingress and cgress. Meee gs
Very early yesterday morning, Shean
told. he and Chapman set out from Mer-| @F
fden tp Chapman's car, having spent the
night at a Meriden roaahouse ‘9 order i
to get started on the job betimes. They |
jeft the car in Church Street, belleving
that they would be able to finish their
Dusiness before anyone waa aastir, return’
to the vehicle and make off. ees
‘From what Shean told and also from
the descriptions they got of the other]
man seen entering the department store) —
by .the hostier and seen leaving it by
the citizen whom he .informed that
gome one had been shot tns de. the poi c
ae
, was Chapman. A
reward of $1 already hes been
offered for h as an escape Fc¢ a:
convict. Chapman’s last known New
enterprise arta
but the police hare are familiar with a
number of his haunts and were keeping
a sharp lookout at ‘all. of them. Poh
are rather Inclined to belleve, however
that he would avoid metropolitan terri-
tory, at least for a while, unless, per-
haps, he already had arranged for a
hiding place here. Bho Meal e
"| Chapman's $1,000,000
“Chapman ts about 3% years old, five
feet eight tnchea tall, of mediun: bulld
He usually weers eyeglasses. He first
came into picaresque fame on Oct. 24,
1921, when he wi two others hald u
and Leonar
@mavestigation convinced them that. the
slayer was Chapman. .T
poth men with murder. Not only did
the man deny having used his pistol
fet there was no weapon on him when
fee was captured, the pistol in the car
‘Snead mot been fired and no pistol was
4m or near the store. 9:
prisoner first said he was John
CG rk ‘of New York City, but under
persistent questioning admitted that he
Walter E. Shean, 32 years old, of
Gorinetieis Mass. ans New. Britain poz
gai@ they learn that his. father:
the Coes. and Kimball hotela In
id and his brother the Spring-
eball team, and that the fam-
was one of high standing in the
usetts town. Walter, they said,
the black sheep of the fam-
, wut they 4id not learn that he had
@hean was close-mouthed for a while
and particularly disinclined to give the
fname of his accomplice. Finally, under
prodding. he said: igs :
‘The man with me was Gerald Chap-
The instant ther sot that information
police, until then lacking any dafi
clue as tg whom they sought, began
in motion the machinery of the
man hunt. Meanwhile other policemen
went to the atore, where ‘they first
ed of the akill with which the. rob-
had worked. They did a neat job
of jimmying the back door and sawing
way to instant freedom at either
end by cutting the bolita of the. front
They also had opened windows
giving on the fire escape to establish
@ third line of retreat and evident!
operated on the safes with
One Safe Rifled.
“lene are two sates tn the office
whieb is on @ mezzanine floor at the
ear, the stairway down which the men
game who shot Skelly leading to it. One
Street In New York and ropbed .t o
$1,000.00) {n cash and securities. He
and cone of his accomplides. were con-
victed the following -August and sen-
He haa encaped three times. The firet
time he fot away fron. postal inspectors
just after he had been captured and
‘was recaptured under threat of death
fan hour later aa he was about to leap
trom the coping of a building ia Thirty-
{iret Street. :
On March 27, 19238, when he had served.
six months of his sentence, CUna.m
and a forger named Frank Gray, both
inmates of the prison hospital, executed
an elaborsete and careful plot to esca
They overpowered
down ropes al
sheets, went thro
tubercular
whic
etes had supplied them. Then the
reached the front yard of a citi of
fered him a 81,000 note if he would hide
them, and kidnapped him and forced
him to ride with them on a atreet car
when he refused. They fiwally let him
et off the oar un Dut by then
be getaway was made, for the time
9 Wounded and Mecaptureé,
Chapman was recaptured in Athens,
Ga., two daye later, after an interchange
of shots in which he was wounded. He
of these safes hed been blown open and | was put in a hospital there, under close
of tte cofftents. The other safe | guard. he made use of his sheets
he Habe and the “soup putito get ow FY Bae tl he hid itn the
stood fused and ready for the] basement. ts and his n
tion ff. the nitroglycerin when | found him there. @ nurse fainted
pe police ‘inspected the office. Near| guard was overpowered | :
wes SRST SOR ABINS some of the ne pbc nee \ anne man
gewsria bar Svea ae arg: rs
“@ @amond search of the automobile, | though he wae suffering
tence4d ‘to twenty-five yeara in Atlante... ay
«Ke Jase
CHAPMAN, Gerald, hanged Connecticut State Prison, )-6-1926
ATLANTA and ENVIRONS
A Chronicle of Its People
and Kvents
By
FRANKLIN M. GARRETT
VOLUME II
University of Georgia Press
Athens
)44
} Manha ttan first
ita usual voting
ei gotten it.
“Yn 1919 and agein
cre “oft” years.
sidential year in
will
fon of 1 per cent.
ent ‘the experience |:
ried” by the other.
n, Ante “gain. All
at only ahead, but
:ead of their score
etr detailed per-.
D was: The Bronx,
Queens, 36, and
a Qacens.
ond proved to be
the — city
ennfal period. ‘The
flected, particularly
e housing develop-
cnt population tide. |
eviewed the records
i fa
of"xhe eight assem-
irst, Third, Fourth
hort of their show-
second, Sixth and
ath in the Demo-
efe, gained enough
hia loss but to give
1 a better compara-
the: Manhattan or
a population of
ta reaistration of
‘qveck's}.
said thatiehe had a love affair about
{about a week ago b
: tion she had that a
‘jafter receipt of the letter Mr. Burchell
“lnotified the Chicago police and. asked |
them to try to locate his daughter. No}
{| further. word was
|after the vacation season was over and
remember her destination. 6 228
latives of Miss Burchell sald todey
that they could give no reason for her.
suicide ogless it was fll health ey
five years ago but apparently had for-
“A. letter receive “Mra. Burchell
templated. suicide, » Yetter bore 8
Chicago postmark. in it Miss Burchetl
advised her mother that she was ‘tired
of it all," and would “‘soon be in a
happler world than this.’ She also sald
that she waa sending home her cloth-
ing and money. When the g@uitcase ar-
‘yived Baturday it contained her clothes,
a present for each member. of the fam-
fy and §1,000 In cash. Immediately
was received from Misa
Burchell -until this morning, when &
legram arrived for Mr. Burchell from
hicago. It was signed Edith and read:
“Good, bye, I. going to a better{
| -$ad Beheted Strangely.
‘Mrs. Emma Vreeland, Miss Burchell’s
‘aunt, sald that her niece had been act-
ing strangely for several weeks before
her departure for Mount Kiscu. “She.
seemed to take no interest in anything,”
Mrs, Vreeland sald. . "We tried fre-
/queggly to. get Her to go to the motion
pictures at night, but ghe wouldn't stir
from her home... Eas
-“ghe had no boy friends ao far as any
members of the family know. In fact
her brother and I often tried to get her
to go out with young people. But she
seemed to prefer to apend her evenings
at home with the family, = |
_*When she announced ‘that she waa
going to Mount Kisco we all asked her
what her object could be tn going there
almost every one else had gone home..
But she said that was just what she.
wanted, She said she felt worn out and |
needed a rest, and that if the hotels In
Mount Kisco were empty so much the
better.” 5 me : ee
- The police cate hed beyond a doubt
that Miss Bu li spent her vacation
at Mount Kisco at the Mountain Home.
She was well known there, having spent
three previous vacations at tha hotel.
Guests at the hotel said that she was
always alone agd scouted idea thet
she may have gone away With some
“Mra. Burchell said that: about five
years ago Edith had undergone an oper-
ation for appendicitis. Since then she
also hed her tonalls and adenoids re-
ra. Burchell said that her
~ {Peking Government forces, on his way
te | Dowson: wal? te
jmarines for the preservation of order.
| PEKING, Oct 12 (Associated Press).
\ galvanized fron ting were taken from
Volunteers in the foreign
have been mobilised and the foreign
naval authorities are landing additional
An unsuccessful attempt was made
yesterday to wreck the train carrying
General Wu Pei-fus commander of the
tg the Manchurian batt! oe
A short distance beyond Ctetia two
sha raila. They contained a whi
pe a high exploaina
DARIEN, Manchuria, Oct. 12— o.
anchurian forces arden Gn Pexing |
Beppe. Geaeates batt
j counter, opi
once, full at
1 *Bomebody's ‘been shot in thers,”
[nine tn hie-words
store door
who, if plans
| eacape
metropoliten area, up thro
Wngland end out Woat end prepar:
were being made lo dottle up. every
exit from the country so that Chap-
;man chould try to flee across ‘the Cana
dian ‘border or to. pe br sou
America he might bo apprehended.
| Mester Gives Warain
Tt was just 7 o'clock yeaterday morn
ing when a hostler in a livery stable
which fronte on an alley bacif me ie
: Ve
department store of Davidson |
enthal on Main Street, “New.
M. Davidso
and asked him. if a¢
in the store eo early |
Davidson replied in;
five. policemen on.
They separated a
trolmen Atwater and James Skelty go-
ing around into an alley while Patrol-
men Liebler,. Malona gnd_ another
arted for. the front door. Through
some “hitch in. thelr.plens,
oe
er end |
~ Confidence
will crose the
hat’ the «2
e Atlantic safely, and beltef
‘guccessful - delivery of the
have an important bearing
Skelly reached the back door before | tr
‘the trap was fully get. 2 ae
“phey fowfnd the door open End walked
in to see a slint young man coming
down the rear stairway, f
evidently having heard ‘the Intruders.
Atwater who was further in the store.
than his companion,
to ‘get his pistol out
and take the unawares. But the
man saw him and releasetl his weapon
just as Skelly cleared the door. Skelly
was his only bar to egress and ho fired
' the policeman. ©
dropped with a bullet ff the
abdomen and before Atwater could fire
the intruder had run past him. through
the long store to the front door. Among
the expert preparations which the rob-.
bers afterward were found to have
made was the sawing through of the
Skelly.
bolts on that door so there might be}
pistol in hand, |
‘destroy, all her
eluding aircraft and
dodged behind a} ©
treaty 7
to deliver to the allled ] 0
military equipment, in-
been built
‘Under
nothing to impede their escape. Chap- |
man snetched open the door before At-.
water, running along behind ‘him,
ol out. The policeman was
in the rear andethe robber
apparently felt #0 safe from capture
that he did not even turn around. to
_. Bebber Bnconaters Citizen.
As he. de
held his pistol in hand. There on the
street he encountered @ very much
startled citisen who naturally looked at
, anxious surprise on his face. - es
coolly, but with a significant
Chapman
that did not fail to im-
first alarm sround from the
livery stable into Main Street. Near the
; he met the three policemen
had not miscarried, would
have been guarding that dooy” when
could [1
reached the sidewalk, he etili
sata} th
Chapman came out. The hostler and] to
the three policemen started loo
the robber, not
second man Was.
ace
»
They
Church
tor
knowing whether the
‘United States Gov-|
to Germany of
($2,
| wi
powers, or to
motors which hed
served such pur-
500,000), and
ward W. Eberle, Chief of
tions, was officially advis
rcraft. industry, were) the ‘ed
hangars
i
gf
Pada.
mE Real TRUTH About C
Here, for the first time, the public is given the plain facts—here will
be pictured Chapman, so-called “super-criminal,” and “Dutch ” Anderson,
the “master-mind’—just as they really were, stripped of their theatrical
trappings that during their meteoric careers made of them little less
than bandit “heroes” in the public eye
CHarhtan, Arild ey CTS o
666
FoREworRD By DAVID LINDSAY limelight during one of the most sensa-
tional trials ever blazoned in news-
FActTS the public never dreamed of, papers throughout the English-speak-
that lay behind the newspaper head- ing world.
lines at the time the sensational man-hunt for the notorious Gerald Chapman was undoubtedly one of the most interesting
bandits, Gerald Chapman and George (‘‘Dutch’’) Anderson, was criminals of modern times. Newspaper feature writers used miles
being conducted, will be bared for the first time in this story. of typewriter ribbon on him, and ended by creating an idealized
They were collected from a varied list of sources, some of which character which combined the daring of Jesse James, the ruthless-
must necessarily remain secret. Court records helped trace the ness of the apache, Clair Raoul, the suavity of Doctor Crippen and
stolen bonds through the various passers and receivers, Anda. the ingenuity of the notorious Perugia, who committed the famous
former underworld intimate of the two highwaymen supplied theft of the ‘‘Mona Lisa.”
details that give color to the other side of the picture. Dutch Anderson provided a fine
Fictitious names have been substituted for all Post Office in- foil for the histrionic art of Chap-
spectors and detectives. But the actual course of the man-hunt is man. He was the stoical, enigmatic,
given, step by step, exactly as it developed.
This is not another fantastic tale built around
the glorified personalities of Gerald Chapman,
““super-criminal,” and Dutch Anderson, ‘“mas-
ter-mind,”’ who posed so spectacularly in the
—o—
“T’ve been robbed! Two men held
me up with—guns on—Leonard Street
and stole several sacks of registered
mail!’’ gasped Frank Havernack, Jr. (see
insert photo at right) driver of this U.
S. mail truck, (right) victim of one of the
biggest robberies of all time, on the night
of Oct. 24th, 1921. Those two men were
Gerald Chapman, later to be headlined
as America’s most notorious bandit, and
his pal, Charles P. Heins, better known
as “Dutch” Anderson. The “haul” was
approximately one and one half millions
in bonds and currency. It was rob-
beries such as this which revolutionized
methods of transporting valuable reg-
istered mail, as is shown by this
modern battle cruiser of the U. S. mails,
(below) being inspected by the then
Postmaster General, Will Hays (with
hand in pocket, wearing overcoat)
intellectual giant, ‘‘professor-coach” of the younger and more
impetuous thief. .
Here, for the first time, the public is going to be taken
behind the scenes and see these two characters, as they
really were, stripped of their theatrical trappings. In relegat- I
ing them to their proper places in this unsavory drama, the Riv
narrative will include a graphic portrayal of the gigantic :
machinery of the United States Post Office Department’s pea
, Own secret service, which, like the mills of the gods, grinds des}
slowly but with terrific effect. ‘
Leo
Te: great Leonard Street mail robbery, pulled off Basi
by Gerald Chapman,and George (‘“‘Dutch’’) Ander- } I
son, was reported to the police of the Charles Street ee
precinct, New York City, affew minutes after its =
occurrence on the night of October 24th, 1921. ~
About 10 o'clock that night a wire-mesh-enclosed mail :
truck rattled furiously up to the door of the police station, pre
A young man in the uniform of the United States Motor one
Vehicle Service, leaping off the driver's seat, dashed up
rou
the steps between the two green lights. .
out CHAPMAN—
° 9
" will meryica S <.
ical | 66
tle less | Super-
Bandit’
(Right) A characteristic pose
of Gerald Chapman—“posed’”’
for the proper effect by the
bandit who knew his public.
Chapman took on this deeply
thoughtful look for the benefit
of the news photographers
he most sensa-
ned in news-
English-speak-
lost interesting
riters used miles
ng an idealized
s, the ruthless-
1r Crippen and
tted the famous
ger and more
while he was waiting for the
jury to bring in a_ verdict
in his case
finally said, attempting to console him as the in-
terrogation ended. ‘‘You couldn’t have acted
differently. What good would it have done if
you’d put up a fight? They’d have probably
‘bumped you off, taken the keys from your body
and left the rest of the mail scattered on the
street. Better call up your superior right
away.”
The driver, Frank Havernack, Jr., telephoned
the night superintendent of the Motor Vehicle
Service and briefly described the catastrophe.
“Bring your truck in. Check up on the miss-
ing sacks and report to my office as soon as
possible,’’ was the curt response.
Fy]
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yell .
ITHIN twenty minutes Havernack
had backed his lorry into the General
Post Office shed, checked his Joad with the list
(Above) Gerald Chapman was known to “hit the high spots” in New
York’s night life. This photograph shows the interior of one of these
given him at the Old Post Office in City Hall
Square, and was climbing the long flight of
stone steps fronting the huge General Post Ofhce
building at Eighth Avenue and Thirty-First
to be taken “palaces of gayety” where the cost of gayety is very high Street, en route to his chief’s quarters.
Tn patos Less than an hour before he had faced death,
¥ drania wae Driving head-on against a biting gale blowing off the East but that had been far less bitter than the oppressive throbbing
the gigantic
Vepartment’s
gods, grinds
River had whipped his face raw-red, but beads of perspiration
pearled on his forehead as he presented himself before the
desk lieutenant.
“T’ve been robbed! Two men held me up with—guns on—
_Leonard Street and stole several sacks of registered mail!" he
-sense of impending disgrace which now seemed to paralyze
his every muscle. The crime had been carried out with such
detailed precision that the whole proceeding had not occupied
more than a minute anda half! It seemed humanly impossible
that such expedition could have been effected without a re-
pulled off gasped. \ hearsal—unless the driver had acted as a_ confederate.
h'’) Ander- The lieutenant calmly made an entry in his book. Murder, Would his word be accepted? These rankling apprehensions
arles Street suicide, robbery or stick-up—all were one to him; stories of were buzzing in Havernack’s stunned consciousness as he
s after its violence in all degrees dripped from his pen in a never-ending approached and opened the door of the superintendent's
stream. office.
losed mail Only an employee of the United States Post Office can ap- When he entered and stood uncertainly in front of the desk,
e station, preciate the desperate feeling of irreparable disaster which _ his chief glanced sharply at him for a moment or two. Then,
ites Motor overwhelmed the nerve-racked driver as he answered the laconically, he ordered the unfortunate driver to sit down and
dashed up
routine questions put by the officer.
“Don’t feel so badly about it, old man,
”
the lieutenant
proceed with his account of the robbery.
“When I left the down-town post-office, it was nine-twenty
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or had never left it at allt
Miss Scott ran to Morrillo’s room at
persuaded Bishop to get up and investi-
gate the noise in the basement. Still jok-
ing them, I watched the two nurses creep
down the stairs behind the grumbling,
sleepy-eyed guard.
According to the story they swore to
afterward, they found Gerald Chapman,
barefooted and dressed in a gray bath-
robe, sitting in a wheel-chair in the fur-
nace room,
ISHOP had left his gun upstairs, and
picked up a heavy poker when he en-
tered the basement. When the guard ap-
proached the wheel-chair with the up-
raised poker, Chapman started and cried
out:
“It’s all right, Harry! Don’t you recog-
nize me?—I’m Chapman.”
He then asked Bishop to hand him his
shoes, which were lying in the corner,
As the guard stooped for the shoes, the
two nurses peeped into the room. They
made a slight noise opening the door,
and Chapman whirled upon them, flinging
out his wounded right arm, which was un-
bandaged and bloody,
Both girls screamed, and Bishop tossed
Chapman the shoes and sprang back in
time to catch Miss Scott as she toppled
over in a dead faint.
Drawing on his shoes, Chapman got up
from the chair, tottered across the base-
ment, climbed the stairs to the hospital
yard and walked slowly down to the
brightly lighted street.
Miss Harralson, a large woman, strong
enough to have lifted the little bandit and
carried him in her arms, kept pace at his
side as far as the sidewalk, pleading with
him to return to his room.
At the curb Chapman shook off the
nurse’s arm and clambered into a Pack-
ard limousine that glided out of the
shadows at his appearance.
And in’ the meantime, Bishop, — the
guard, had remained in the furnace room
supporting the nurse who fainted!
Yes, that is the tale they told when the
police arrived at the hospital within
three minutes after Nurse Harralson re-
turned to the building and telephoned
headquarters, And it is the tale they
swore to next day, when the Federal
agents flocked down upon St.) Mary's
again,
An amazing tale—but it was only one
more knot in the whole amazing riddle.
Again the authorities took up — the
search, but the maddening hunt yielded
nothing. In the furnace room was found
the wheel-ehair, and beside it) lay. the
poker Bishop dropped. ‘There were no
further, clues. The Packard limousine
again vanished, and with it disappeared
Chapman and the two dark strangers
who came all the way from New York to
finance the bandit's escape.
Several weeks later, when Miss Ramey
was again on duty, Thad an opportunity
to question her about her alleged con-
nection with the escape. I asked her if
Chapman really went down the blanket
rope,
“Of course he went down the rope,” she
answered.
“Impossible!” I argued. “The rope
wouldn’t have borne his weight, and _ be-
sides his arm and leg were useless and
he had a fever of over a hundred!”
“Well, if you know as much as the rest
of us,” she retorted, “why are you trying
to pump me?”
“One more question,” I persisted. “Did
Bishop and the nurses really see Chap-
man in the basement the night after he
got away?”
“Of course they saw him,” she replied.
“Chapman was waiting for me—I had a
date to meet him there and dress his
wounds !”
) ai weeks after the escape and re-ap-
pearance at the hospital, the hunt was
kept up. Then, one after another, the
police nets began slackening. Chapman
remained hidden somewhere in’ Athens,
eared for, nursed and given medical at-
tention, No doubt the bandit paid dearly
for shelter and silence.
Then, one night, a new Packard limou-
sine raced out of the city. The follow.
ing morning a woman who operated a
notorious brothel changed a_ thousand-
dollar bill and bought a ticket to another
State, Merchants reported an unusually
large number of big bills in circulation;
several well-known police characters ap-
peared in handsome new automobiles.
Chapman was reported seen in various
sections of the country, and the Govern-
ment agents left Athens to hound the
trail in other States. None of the persons
suspected of aiding Chapman's flight were
ever prosecuted,
The Million-Dollar Bandit afterward
stated, as mentioned before, that his free.
dom, from his escape from the Peni-
tentiary to his last eseape from St.
Mary's, cost his friends the sum of a
quarter-million dollars,
What makes me sore is that with all
that money to fling around, Chapman had
to skip off leaving me without a single
sharp razor blade!
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by the City Hall clock,” he be-
gan, nervously twisting his
chauffeur’s cap in his sweat-
moistened hands, his eyes anx-
iously seeking to read the ex-
pression in the superintendent’s
noncommittal face. ‘I went up
Broadway as usual. About a
hundred feet south of Leonard
Street, a car—a pleasure car—
came up on the right of my
truck, and from that car a man
stepped onto my truck—both
were running abreast of one an-
other. He first jumped on the
running-board and then climbed
onto my seat. He had ona light
Overcoat, and his hand was in
the pocket of the coat, and he
pressed it to my side. It might
have been a gun—it felt like a
gun—but'I don’t know for cer-
tain."
“Did you note the number of
the car?” the superintendent
asked, looking up from the
notes he was making on a
scratch pad.
HAVERNACK shook his
head. ‘No, sir, I couldn't
see it. The two machines were
running along side-by-side, you
see. The license was too low
for me to see it. Besides, in
about a second's time another
man jumped out of the car onto
the running-board. He had a
silver-gun in his hand, and wore
eye-glasses. The first man said:
‘Turn to the left into Leonard
Street, or I'll kill youl’ He said
it very soft, but I knew he
meant it.
“You see, sir, I couldn’t do
anything else. There wasn’t a
soul in sight. So I drove into
Leonard Street. We went west
for about one hundred feet when
the second man ordered me to
throw up my hands! When he
said that, he leaped to the pave-
ment—he had been standing all
the while with one foot on the
running-board of the truck and
the other on the mud-guard of
the limousine, holding on to the
wind-shield.”’
Like a flash, Havernack ex-
plained, the thought struck him
ered with his silver gun.
“When we reached the back
of the truck, the first man or-
dered me to open the lock. [—
I did. Then he tore open the
grating and began dragging out
the mail-pouches and throwing
them on the street. . . .""
“What had become of the
limousine?” the superintendent
interrupted coldly.
“Tt had backed out like a
streak when I lost control of my
truck. Next time I saw it, it
was parked about twenty feet
behind us. It was too dark to
see the license number there.
We were just outside the radius
of the light from the corner
lamp, but I could see the
second man pretty clearly—the
one with the silver gun and
thick-rimmed glasses.
“They ordered me back on
my seat. The second man fol-
lowed me with his gun covering
me. As soon as I got on my
Seat, the man with the glasses
threw a bag over my head. He
told me to put my hands on the
steering-wheel. Then I felt a
rope thrown over my shoulders
and about my hands, binding
them to the wheel. He fum-
bled with the knot a while... .
“In no time I heard their car
drive off. The man hadn't
succeeded in tying the knot—]
don’t know why. After they
were gone, I hadn't any trouble
in getting the bag off my head.
I looked round to see if I could
see anybody, but | didn’t see a
soul. I picked the pouches and
registered mail out of the street
and threw them into the
truck—put the lock on, went
to the front and cranked up the
motor, and ran down to the
police station.
“When I checked up on the
pouches in the truck and com-
pared them with the ones on
the list, | found there were five
missing.”’
“pre you recognize the
make of the limousine?”
the superintendent asked.
“Yes, sir. It was a Packard
that the man who wore the eye- twin-six.”’
glasses might be drunk. But, (Top) Chapman, the “super-bandit,” in a pleas- “Describe the men as best
drunk or sober, he was equally ant mood. Photo was taken while he was in you can!”
ith that gun in his custody, attending court trial. The gentleman Havernack had cudgel i
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driver's hands shot aloft and the "really was, this story will reveal order.
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Havernack shuddered as he
recalled the incident, then continued his amazing tale:
“The first man—the one sitting next me—swore, and
grabbed hold of the wheel. Kicking my foot to one side, he
jammed on the brakes and stopped the car, He told me to
shut down the motor and follow him to the back of the
truck. The second man, from the street, kept me covy-
That the descriptions which
he now gave of the two
bandits were authentic descriptions of Gerald Chapman and
Dutch Anderson, was amply proved by later developments.
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and light-gray soft hat. Under the coat I saw a dark
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Jater and went, to a “Tinchroom.
‘In an hout or “$0
oman ‘whose confidence * he’
ompletely won, came back to’ the
He knew Castelli was lurking in
‘closet. He had previously, placed .
chairs near it. He seated Annie’ in, one
‘and himself in the other, and: then, begs
to kiss her and stroke’ her. ptr .t
_careful as her head , on Yel s houlder,
The door if) that small cubicle, °
. hoiselessly ust a few.,inches.«’Th
“tery eyes of Castelli looked putt:
had plotted for so | A er ete Cas-
e,
t "and that ihe had telli's absences from
, phony lovemaking, all his insistence
Annie’s eloping with him-had'p
‘prelude to this momént,
- Castelli pushed the door wide (
‘while his friend held his wife in his.a
brought the club down on her hez
Then the two men fled.
The New York detectives who liste: ed
to this astounding story at first de d
*to credit it. But finally they had to ri
“mit that this was a new low—two'a
“We've only got one chance now,”
Tuttle told his partner, “and that’s to
get a good picture of the dead woman.
Let’s see what Mix has done.”
He reached for a phone and called
the Coroner’s office. Mix told them to
come right over to the morgue with
their police photographer.
“You'll never recognize the woman,”
he said.
The detectives muttered exclama-
tions of surprise when they viewed the
undertaker’s handiwork.
[=aKG there, the woman looked so
vitally alive that Tuttle and Deskin
The photographer wasted no time in
mounting his camera over the slab and
exposing several plates.
“They'll be just like studio por-
traits,” he told Tuttle and Deskin.
They were. The two detectives took
them to the registrar of the deaf and
dumb institute, who still was unable to
identify the dead woman.
“T think your best bet would be the
institutions around New York City,” he
told the officers. “I’d say offhand that
she doesn’t come from around here.
Otherwise I’d have been almost cer-
tain of seeing her at some time or an-
other.”
This posed many problems. It would
mean time and expense, but Tuttle and
Deskin were prompt in laying their
difficulties before their superiors.
Finally, given the go-ahead sign, the
pair departed for New York.
Going down in the train a sudden
thought struck Tuttle. “I feel certain
the killer must have bought a round-
trip ticket to New Haven and back
from some distant point—maybe New
York,” he told. Deskin. “That would
obviate the need for exposing him-
self at the New Haven end, where he’d
be sure to be recognized. But at Grand
Central they must sell a lot of tickets
to mutes. Identification would be
hard.”
Deskin exclaimed, “It’s dollars to
+ pence ve
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Detective Harry Tuttle: “All we
have to do is find out who she
is and look for her boy friend”
doughnuts you’re right. We'll check at
Grand Central.”
At the New York terminal their an-
swer came double. According to one
ticket-seller, eventually found with the
‘aid of the station master, two deaf
mutes bought New Haven tickets late
Saturday afternoon.
The agent remembered them dis-
tinctly because they bought three
tickets to New Haven and only two
returning.
“That means one of the parties
didn’t come back!” ‘Tuttle exclaimed.
“Could there be two killers?”
“The landlady saw only one,” Des-
kin answered.
“Yep. But the other bird could have
been an accessory. Or maybe the
whole thing’s just a coincidence.”
But the detectives stored away the
station-man’s information for future
reference. Their first job lay in trac-
ing the victim, and this meant trips
to all the deaf-mute institutions sur-
rounding New York City.
Three days of incessant digging
found them in the office of a public
institution, for the deaf, dumb and
blind in the Highbridge section of the
Bronx. Tuttle passed the picture to
the superintendent, expecting the usual
negative answer.
But this official’s face lighted with
recognition.
“Yes, Annie Castelli,” he replied.
“We know her well here.”
Neither Tuttle nor Deskin could be-
lieve his ears. The institution’s super-
intendent looked at them incredu-
lously.
“There’s no doubt about it,” he an-
swered severely. “She received most
of her education here—that is, after
she arrived from Italy about five years
ago. Her husband, in fact, was in yes-
terday to learn whether we had seen
anything of her. He said his wife was
missing.”
Tortie whistled. “I’ll say she’s
missing. She’s dead. And we’ve
been suspecting her husband as the
killer.”
The superintendent seemed shocked
at news of Mrs. Castelli’s death, but
was quick to come to the defense of
the husband.
“He’s a quiet man,” he started to
say, then smiled. “Of course, I mean
his actions and general conduct. He’s
deaf and dumb also. Been here often
with his wife.”
Tuttle asked the official for some
personal data on Annie Castelli, and
the superintendent replied:
“She felt her affliction of birth
When Annie Castelli walked down this New Haven street
for the first time she didn’t know she was marked for death
REC ee
keenly. A very beautiful woman, as
you know, she realized that she never
could have the affection of a normal
man—she’d have to associate with
mutes all her life.
“I don’t know whether she loved
Castelli. I often got the impression
that she married him because he was
the most presentable man among all
the mutes she knew.”
“Any other man in her life?”
“I couldn’t say. But Annie was the
type who would attract almost any
man.”
T detectives agreed. They left the
institution feeling they had broken
down the first barrier in their task
of catching a wily killer. They had
obtained positive identification of the
Crown Street victim.
As their next move Tuttle and
Deskin planned to visit the husband at
an address in upper Manhattan, as
provided by the superintendent. But
in order to validate théir movements
as police officers, they decided to visit
the Third Branch of the Manhattan
Detective Bureau on West 116th
Frank Vettere: It took
a lot of paper to get
the story he told police
Street and obtain the assistance of the
local authorities.
Detective Michael Cassidy, un Irish-
man who spoke and wrote Italian as
well as any native Roman, was as-
signed to them.
“Castelli?” queried Cassidy. ‘Sure,
I know him. He was in here the other
night writing out some inquiries about
his wife, who he says is missing. And
you think he might have murdered his
wife? Well, let’s go around to his
house and see what he has to say—in
sign language, that is.”
They. found the deaf mute alone in
an apartment he had occupied with his
missing wife.
“Come down to the Station with
us,” Cassidy wrote. “It’s something
about your wife.”
Joseph Castelli, a laborer, got up
and put on his hat. Tuttle and Deskin,
watching the man closely, saw no be-
traying signs. Their spirits drooped.
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loose, that is, to prey once more on
defenseless Society.
His victim this time, according to
the grand jury true bill, was young
Evelyn Russell, and this is her story
as police pieced it together in mid-
June of 1942:
About December 15, 1940, when she
was thirteen years old, she met George
Rogalski while both were skating at
Kosciuszko Park. He took her home,
dated her the next night and met her
parents. To them, he seemed a pleas-
ant, normal young fellow. Evelyn
told them that George liked music and
asked if he could come to their home
to listen to the recording machine.
After that Evelyn saw Rogalski often.
She did not know his horrible past,
knew nothing of the viciousness of his
nature. And she became fascinated
with him. Somehow, .this innocent
young girl saw in George Rogalski a
‘man of the world, an interesting man.
She always had lived close to her par-
ents. Innocent and trusting, she al-
lowed George Rogalski to lead her
farther and farther from-the code of
morals she knew to be right. If, un-
certain and afraid, she protested, he
told her that everything would be all '
right and, because she was fascinated
by him, she trusted him. She was
only thirteen years old, a child in the
hands of an evil man.
BY her parents noticed, after a
time, that she was changing. She
who never had been any trouble for
them, became a problem child. For a
time, the worried parents did not
know what to do. But, as months
passed and they realized that Rogalski
was the cause of the trouble, they for-
bade Evelyn to see him any more.
This was early in 1942. Evelyn re-
belled. She had come so thoroughly
under the influence of Rogalski that
she no longer heeded her parents, Al-
ready she bragged about how Rogalski
had taught her to smoke cigars and
was teaching her to chew tobacco.
She wore some of his clothing.
Ordered to stop seeing him, she
sneaked away from home and met him
on the sly. He had twisted her mind
completely, was forcing her to submit
to his vicious attentions.
Once she told her parents that he
She Couldn't
At the Station, in answer to written
questions, Castelli said his wife was
gone from their home when he re-
turned from work on Saturday,
April 22.
“Some of her clothes are missing,”
he wrote. “I think she ran away with
another man.”
A few minutes later, writing a re-
sponse to a query by Tuttle, Castelli
uncovered a significant fact.
They just had revealed to him that
his wife was dead, and Castelli seemed
genuinely shocked. As Tuttle asked in
writing, “Who do you think killed
her?” Castelli scribbled back, “A
deaf mute. She wouldn’t have any-
thing to do with anyone else.”
Then it was a deaf and dumb man
who accompanied Annie Castelli to the
Crown Street house—and not some
one who just was pretending to be so
afflicted.
But Castelli himself flatly denied
any knowledge of the crime, writing
that he was in New York over Easter
Sunday, the time of the murder.
Tuttle, Deskin and Cassidy, taking
care that Castelli couldn’t read their
lips, discussed what to do with the
man.
“He might be lying,” Tuttle con-
cluded. “I’d want Mrs. Donahue to
take a look at him before he’s set
free. She said she could identify the
dead woman’s companion if she saw
him again.”
Accordingly, a charge of being a
suspicious person was lodged against
the deaf-mute husband and he was
locked up
Tuttle
“telephoned Mix in New
AD—T
was an ex-convict. Alarmed, they
tried to watch her more closely. By
questioning neighbors, they learned
that Evelyn was using Rogalski’s car
often. She was wearing his trousers
and shirt. She was trying to become
a tomboy. She, who always had stayed
close to her parents, had been changed
utterly in a few months.
Finally, on the night of June 2,
1942, she failed to return home.. Her
mother, half sick with dread, went
to Rogalski’s home. Surlily, he denied
he had seen her. But he told her that
Evelyn had a set of keys to his car
and that she had driven away.°
The next day, Mrs. Russell watched
Rogalski’s home and saw her daughter
come out of his basement flat. Run-
ning, she caught the girl before she
could get into. the car and ordered her
to come home. Evelyn refused and,
breaking loose, ran back into Rogal-
ski’s home and locked the door.
Her mother pounded on the door
frantically until a neighbor who heard
it came over. The neighbor told her
that she had seen the girl crawling
out of a basement window in the rear.
The mother could stand no more.
Much as she hated it, she was forced
to go to the police. At Shakespeare
Avenue District Station, she told her
story to Sergeant George Pabst and
Detectives Robert Fitzgerald and Casi-
mir Kenar. They went to Rogalski’s
home; he denied knowing anything
about the girl’s whereabouts but said
his car was gone. For days, police
throughout Chicago hunted for that
car.
Finally, about 4 a.m. on June 8,
they found it, parked in the rear of
a home on Dawson Avenue. Evelyn
was asleep in the car. She was wear-
ing Rogalski’s clothing and, suddenly
frightened, she told the officers that
Rogalski had driven her there and left
her. Rogalski denied this when, an
hour later, he was arrested in his
home.
At the Station both Rogalski and
the girl were questioned. He was de-
fiant. But she, sheepish and ashamed,
told the officers her story and, they
claimed, admitted that Rogalski had
attacked her not long after he had met
her. With that, the police announced,
Rogalski also confessed. However,
both denied any later delinquency.
Rogalski was indicted on a charge of
statutory rape and held in $15,000
bond. Evelyn was placed in the Ju-
venile Home.
Undoubtedly, with proper treatment,
she can be re-educated, can be shown
the evil of the ways which George
Rogalski taught her, can be restored
as a decent girl in a Society of decent
people.
Bur why should she have gone
through those horrible months?
Why, all her life, must she remember
the black shame of her adolescence
when, in a few months, she fell under
the domineering spell of a vicious ex-
convict?
If George Rogalski had been kept
in prison after his first sex offense, the
girl would have been spared. But he
was not. Instead, though he was
known as a multiple offender who had
stripped the clothing from two girls
and left one of them to die, he was re-
leased—and Evelyn suffered horrible
torture.
Perhaps he was released because of
his youth: Perhaps Society took pity
on him. But that is precisely the
point: Sometimes youth is the worst
offender of all. Sometimes youth
grows up in depravity.
When Rogalski first got in trouble,
he was about fifteen years old—and
his victims were tiny children.
When he grew older, he sought out
an older girl—one thirteen.
He learned nothing in prison. He
was not changed. He came out as he
had gone in—a sex offender, with a
degenerate’s twisted mind.
And the terrifying thing is that he
came out at all. George Rogalski
should have been kept in prison for
the rest of his life, without hope of
parole. And until all the George
Rogalskis are so treated, no young
innocent girl in the land will be safe
from evil.
On July 24, 1942, George Rogalski
was convicted of the charge of statu-
tory rape and sentenced to serve one
year in the State Penitentiary.
The name Evelyn Russell as used in
this story is fictitious to save embar-
rassment to an innocent person.
Yell "Murder" (Continued from Page 19)
Haven and asked the Coroner to bring
Mrs. Donahue to New York by the
morning train.
The New Haven officers then per-
suaded Cassidy to swear out a search
warrant for Castelli’s apartment.
Tuttle wanted to’ check Castelli’s
statement that his wife had taken
some of her clothes. Also, he wanted
to see what he could find in the flat.
They quickly ascertained that few,
if any, empty hangers were in a closet
they judged to be Mrs. Castelli’s and
her bureau drawers seemed filled with
items of personal apparel.
“We can’t tell whether she took any
clothes or not,” Deskin remarked, “but
it’s a cinch she wasn’t going on any
-long trip.”
Bur Tuttle’s gaze was fixed on a
number of photos standing around
on tables and the mantel in Castelli’s
front room. Among them was one ofa
dark man with a prominent nose.
“Here’s a fellow who answers the
description Mrs. Donahue gave us of
the killer,” Tuttle told the other offi-
cers, pointing to the picture of the
large-nosed man.
Deskin examined the photo. “A
sinsiter-looking guy,” he remarked.
“How do we find out who he is?”
Tuttle began gathering up all the
photographs. “If Mrs. Donahue doesn’t
identify Castelli,” he said, “I’m going
to give her a look at these pictures.”
Mrs. Donahue looked over the line-
up, into which Joseph Castelli had
been thrust on the following morning,
but couldn’t pick him out.
“The man who took my room last
Saturday with the deaf and dumb
woman isn’t here,” she finally said.
Castelli was then brought into
Cassidy’s office and Mrs. Donahue
given a closer look at him.
“That isn’t the man,” she declared
with emphasis.
Stumped now, Tuttle brought out the
photographs taken from the flat. “See
if he’s here,” he told the woman.
She viewed each picture for a long
time without any signs of recognition,
but finally displayed considerable agi-
tation over the photograph of the long-
nosed man.
“That’s the fellow!” she exclaimed.
“Pq never forget his face.”
Castelli was brought back and shown
the picture. The officers thought he
paled a trifle.
“Who is this man?” Tuttle wrote.
Castelli eyed the picture for a brief
moment, then scribbled back, “I do
not know him.”
No amount of written persuasion
would make Castelli admit knowing
the man. Cassidy finally had him
taken away.
“He knows that fellow but won't tell
us,” he stated. “That makes it look
bad for the long-nosed chap—and Cas-
telli too. We'll keep him on ice until
we find the other fellow. I have an
idea how it can be done.”
The picture bore the imprint of a
Brooklyn photographic studio. The
three detectives wasted no time in
seeking the proprietor.
“Tt’ll take me a long time to look
through my books and negatives to get
you his name and address,” the man
said. “But my recollection is that his
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first name was Frank and he lived on
King Street, Brooklyn. Of course, he
was a deaf mute. I remember that
distinctly.”
Tuttle and Deskin undertook the
task of visiting the King Street neigh-
borhood and digging up the mute
named Frank. In order to gain access
to various rooming-houses in that area
they provided themselves with Board
of Health inspector’s badges through
the courtesy of the Brooklyn bureau of
that city department. Soon they
reached King Street.
Ringing doorbells, Tuttle repeated
the same dodge over and over again.
“We're health inspectors,” he told
the residents. “A man who said he
was a deaf mute made a complaint
about a nuisance at his house, but
we've lost his address. Do you know
where any deaf mutes live?”
T TOOK some time, but finally a
woman said, “Yes, there’s a family
of deaf mutes living on the third
floor of this house. The name is Vet-
tere.”
Tuttle and Deskin tipped their hats
and mounted the stairs. A woman who
was plainly deaf and dumb answered
the door. Tuttle saw that a light
flashed inside when the bell button
was pressed.
The detective drew out a sheet of
paper and wrote, ‘“We’re here to in-
spect your plumbing. Is your husband
home?”
The woman wrote back, ‘6 o’clock.”
Tuttle scribbled, ‘“‘We’ll come in and
wait.”
She didn’t like it, but they pushed
their way past. At 6 o’clock, when
Frank Vettere, 33 and the father of
one child, arrived, they saw he was
the long-nosed man of the photograph.
Then the badges Tuttle and Deskin
flashed were not those of the Depart-
ment of Health.
At the 116th Street Detective
Bureau, Castelli and Vettere were
brought face to face. They eyed each
other in stony silence. No sign passed
between them.
“Know this man?” Tuttle wrote to
Vettere.
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The mute sat at.a table and scrawled
back, “Never saw him before.”
“Then how did your picture get into
his flat?” the officer wrote.
“T have no idea,” came the answer-
ing message.
Paper began to stack up as written
interrogations passed first to one, then
to the other. Throughout it all Castelli
and Vettere stared coldly at each
other. The three officers began to be-
lieve the pair never had met before.
Put into different cells, the mutes
were given their supper while Tuttle,
Deskin and Cassidy discussed the sit-
uation. Mix and Mrs. Donahue had re-
turned to New Haven, so Tuttle
sought instructions from the Coroner,
who was nominally in charge of the
case, by phone.
“She identified Vettere’s picture,
didn’t she?” Mix asked. “Okay, keep
hammering at them until they break
down. Remember what that ticket-
agent said about selling three tickets
one way and two return. Well, Cas-
telli and Vettere might have taken the
woman to New Haven in a plot to kill
her. Keep plugging. If you can’t crack
them, I’ll. bring Mrs. Donahue back
again tomorrow.”
Tuttle wiped the sweat from his
brow. “Say, did you ever try to ques-
tion a deaf mute?” he asked.
Mix chuckled over the wire. “Re-
member,” he jibed, “I once said you’d
never get the killer to talk.”
Tuttle blew up. “Okay, wise guy.
He’ll talk, even if it’s only with the
end of a pencil. Stand by. I’ll ring
you when it’s all over.”
The detective was cocky now. Mix
had seemed to have the right angle
with those train tickets. Tuttle, if all
other methods failed, would bring the
ticket-agent in for a final chance at
identification. This agent, plus Mrs.
Donahue’s recognition, might give them
enough to build a case.
But Tuttle hoped to get Vettere to
talk. “Get a few pads of paper,” he
told Cassidy. “I’m going to try an old
gag but a good one. We’re going to pit
these deaf-and-dumb fellows against
each other. Neither can tell what the
other is writing. All we’ve got to do
is not to talk ourselves, so they can’t
read our lips.”
Castelli and Vettere were brought
back and seated at opposite ends of
a long table. Tuttle sat on one side,
several pads of paper heaped up be-
fore him. On the other side Deskin
and Cassidy, looking stern, were pre-
pared to play dumb roles in the im-
pending drama.
Tuttle wrote on one of the pads
and passed the message on to Cas-
telli. Then he took the man’s reply,
read it, crumpled and threw it in the
basket and started dashing off a ques-
tion to Vettere.
This went on for almost an hour.
Most of Tuttle’s effusions were in-
nocuous, but the two suspects had no
way of knowing this. All their an-
swers went into the basket at Tuttle’s
feet.
Could My Phil Beat Their Dogs and Guns?
“Did he?” they said doubtfully.
“But—but—” and I wanted to say,
“But you can’t take him away now,
just when we’re married, just when
when we're together for the first time
in over twenty years, just when I’m
going to have his baby and when we’re
happy.”
I only stood there. And they took
him away. As he walked ahead of
them through the cabin door, he
grinned at me and he said, “Don’t
worry, Honey; it’ll be all right.”
But as he turned away, I saw the
grin leave his face, saw his face and
his eyes get hard and dark. I was
afraid, not only because they were tak-
ing him but also because of what this
might do to him.
After they took my Phil away to jail,
I wasn’t any good for anything. I just
went all to pieces. Sometimes I’d for-
But it was not long before Castelli
and Vettere, between their scribbling,
began viewing each other with mount-
ing suspicion. Tuttle phrased his
questions to burn up Castelli; then
concentrated his fire at Vettere. The
two.men began squirming.
Finally, in a message totally un-
related to anything that had gone on
before, Tuttle dropped his bomb. He
passed the message along to Vettere.
It read: “So you’re the man who
killed the woman, are you?”
Vettere crimsoned, glaring at Cas-
telli. He hastily scribbled back, “Who
said that?”
Tuttle now was ready to play his
game. He wrote, “Joe. He says you
bought the three tickets to New
Haven,”
But Vettere didn’t fall so. easily.
He scrawled, “Don’t know’ what
you’re getting at.”
So Tuttle tried the other man, giv-
ing Castelli the accusation about the
tickets.
Castelli started to rise in indigna-
tion, but Deskin put him back in the
chair. Castelli seized a pencil and
wrote, “It’s a lie. He bought the
tickets.”
Tuttle looked over this message
with mock solemnity, then slowly
rolled ‘it up and cast it into the basket,
meanwhile shaking his head dolefully.
Vettere eyed him with growing ap-
prehension.
The detective now thought the time
had arrived to speed the action. He
felt surer of his ground.
Slowly he wrote for Vettere’s bene-
fit, “Joe is ready to make a con-
fession, blaming you. He says you
planned the whole thing.”
He half expected Vettere to rage,
stammer incoherent sounds. Instead,
the man began to quake violently,
evidently from pent-up nervousness.
He apparently was at the breaking
point.
Tuttle wrote him a quick note.
‘Don’t let Joe get away with it. We
know he wanted his wife killed and
we think he did it. Why don’t you
tell the truth?”
Vettere’s shaking hand took the
message, but it wasn’t capable of
penning the reply. Instead Vettere’s
head began nodding vigorous affirma-
tion.
“Take Castelli away,” Tuttle told
Deskin.
HEN the husband was led into an-
other room, Tuttle passed one of
his pads to Vettere. He then started to
write, his nerves steeled by Cassidy’s
cigarettes, generously provided.
The three detectives read Vettere’s
statement, page by page—one of the
most incredible stories they ever had
heard. As damaging and _incrim-
inating to both though it was, Vet-
tere never wasted a word. He wrote
on interminably, definitely sealing his
own and Castelli’s doom.
Summarized, his statement told this
story of duplicity and unwanted love:
Castelli, the mute, had been a gay
get to make dinner and my daughters
would have to remind me. Sometimes
I’d forget about going to the store;
they’d go. The garden Phil and I had
planted went to seed; Clara tried to
tend it but she didn’t know much
about it. I didn’t care. Nothing mat-
tered now. They’d taken Phil away
from me just when we were starting
out.
After a week, I tried to make myself
feel better by thinking about the baby
I was going to have. Our baby. Phil’s
and_mine. At least I’d have that. Over
and over I figured how old the baby
would be when Phil got out. They
said he’d get two to five years. Maybe
he’d be out in two years. Or even less.
The baby wouldn’t be so old then. I
spent hours trying to decide whether
I’d take the baby to see him in prison.
Or should I wait till he got out?
sort of fellow, according to his friend,
Vettere. He didn’t want to be tied
down to the cares of married life.
He sought his good friend Vettere
and drew him into his confidence. He
wanted to get rid of his wife and the
obliging Vettere readily agreed to the
brutal plan.
Vettere, knowing of the situation
between his two friends, schemed to
drag the unsuspecting girl into a brief
romance that would end in disaster for
her.
Three railroad tickets were bought
by Vettere for New Haven, but Annie
didn’t know he gave one of them to
her husband. She thought she was
going off with Vettere for a week-
end romance while Joseph Castelli
was busy elsewhere with some affair
of his own.
When she sat in one of the forward
day coaches with Frank Vettere she
little suspected her husband was
seated in the smoker behind, plotting
her death.
Once in New Haven, she and Vet-
tere went to the Crown Street room-
ing-house. They stayed in the room
a short while, then Vettere suggested
they get something to eat. It was all
part of the death plot.
They went to a cheap restaurant
on George Street and while waiting
for the order Vettere excused himself
and went outside. Around the corner
he met Castelli who, by arrangement,
was waiting for him.
In a brief exchange of their finger
code, Castelli learned that the land-
lady had told Vettere she would leave
the key to the rooming-house under
the front-door mat.
While Vettere and Annie were hav-
ing their meal, Castelli got the key,
opened the door and placed the key
back under the mat. Then he stole into
the house, up to the designated room
and hid in the closet.
An hour later, when Annie and
Vettere returned, Castelli crept out
of his‘ closet “and confronted them.
Before Annie could protest, he began
belaboring her with a heavy metal
bolt he had picked up in the street.
Annie Castelli fell mortally wounded
and lay for hours in that condition,
unable to utter a sound. Toward
morning, her life blood seeping out
under the door, she died. The cruel
killers were on their way back to
New York, convinced they had com-
mitted the perfect crime.
Castelli, on reading Vettere’s state-
ment, wrote one of his own, confirm-
ing that of his accomplice.
Tuttle and Deskin took them back
to New Haven, where, after a brief
trial in April, 1917, the two were
speedingly convicted.
The State of Connecticut swung
both conspirators to their death from
the gallows of Wethersfield Prison in
October of the same year.
The name Anthony Varallo as used
in this story is fictitious to protect
an innocent person from embarrass-
ment.
(Continued from Page 23)
That was settled for me, settled the
way everything else always is for me:
I slipped and fell and I lost the baby.
So when they convicted him and
transferred him from jail to prison, I
was too sick even to be at my hus-
band’s side.
ELL, I thought everything had
happened that could happen. My
father told me: “You can’t stand it,
Aldaya. You’re going to crack up.
You better move away.”
But I wouldn’t move away. Nothing
else could hurt me now. And I had
to stay. Because this cabin, miserable
as it was, was the home Phil and I
were going to have. I had to stay to
keep it for him while he was in prison,
to have it ready for him when he came
out. How else could he ever get started
again?
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489 101 ATLANTIC REPORTER (Conn.
sorting to the confessions. Castelli’s testimo-
ny at the trial admitting the killing and
pleading provocation left only ‘the degree of
the crime to be determined by the jury. Was
it a willful, deliberate, and premeditated kill-
ing, as his confession admitted, or was it the
result of a sudden outburst of uncontrollable
tury caused by the sight of his wife in
Vetere’s arms? The jury could give but one
answer to that question; for Castelli himself
testified that he concealed himself in the
closet armed with a deadly weapon, to await
the return of Vetere and his wife; and upon
what little testimony was given on the trial
as to the situation of the parties it seems
that Vetere was standing by the window at
some distance from Annie when she was
struck.
Vetere also admitted on the witness stand
that he was present at the killing. His testi-
mony amounted to a judicial confession that
he was an accessory after the fact, and the
only question left for the jury was whether
he was an accessory after the fact, in which
case he was not guilty of any crime of which
he stood indicted, or whether he was a prin-
cipal under our statute as indicated by his
confession to the coroner. All the physical
facts were admitted. The determining ques-
tion was whether the elopement with Annie
was a genuine affair of the affections, as
Vetere claimed in his testimony, or whether
it was a pretense contrived to bring the vic-
tim to her place of execution, as Vetere ad-
mitted to the coroner.
No reasonable explanation consistent with
the theory of a genuine elopement can be giv-
en of Vetere’s own testimony as to what took
place at and after the killing. The crucial
scene is hurried over in a few words. He
says that he kissed Annie; that she wanted
to take a nap in the chair; that he went
over to the window seat; that he heard and
saw nothing until he looked around and saw
Castelli standing beside his wife. Annie was
then sitting with a drooping head, and Cas-
telli, pointing to the door, said “Killed, fin-
ished,’ and then, “Hurry up.” Apparently
no further communication passed between
them until they reached the train. Could
there’ be stronger corroboration of the con-
fession to the coroner than is unconsciously
furnished by Vetere’s testimony? Not an in-
dication of surprise, sorrow, anger, or desire
for retributive justice, but, on the contrary,
instant acquiescence, a partition of Annie’s
jewelry and money, a joint flight from the
open the front door, was also proved. With-
out going further into details, it seems eyvi-
dent that the motions to set aside the ver-
dicts were properly denied.
There is no error in either appeal.
PRENTIOCR, C. J., and RORABACK and
SHUMWAY, JJ., concurred.
WHEELER, J. (dissenting). One ground
of error in Vetere’s appeal and one in Cas-
telli’s, in my judgment, entitles each to a
new trial. Vetere seasonably moved for a
separate trial. The granting of such a mo-
tion is ordinarily a matter of discretion. But
if the defenses of the accused are antagonis-
tic, or the evidence to be introduced against
one is not admissible against the other, sepa-
rate trials may be ordered. Where a joint
trial will probably be prejudicial to one or
more of the accused, the motion should be
granted. State v. Brauneis, 84 Conn. 222,
226, 79 Atl. 70.
Tagree with the majority opinion that the
mere fact that evidence will be admissible
against one accused which will not be ad-
missible against another will not necessarily
furnish a ground for granting a separate
trial; for the court by limiting its admission
and pointing out to the jury at-the time of
its admission and its charge the precise use
to be made of the testimony may make it
reasonably certain that the jury did not
reach its conclusion by the improper use of
this evidence.
So that in a given case the test for the
trial court is, Will the joint trial probably
result in substantial injustice, that is, will
the jury be unable to Separate the evidence,
and be likely to use the evidence admissible
against one accused against another, against
whom it is not admissible? :
I. I agree with the majority that the
ground of the motion for a separate trial
should develop the existence and effect of
such evidence so that the court will be placed
in a position to determine the probability that
substantial injustice will be done to the mov-
ing party. The majority hold that:
“It does not appear from the record that the
trial court was so advised in this case.”
I think this conclusion does not accord
with the facts of record.
At the beginning of the trial Mr. Hoyt,
counsel for Vetere, thus addressed the court:
“Before we proceed to draw the jurors, I
should like to make a motion in this case. I
scene of the crime without stopping to see should like to make a motion that the accused
Whether Annie was really dead, and a com- | be tried separately, first, upon the ground that
mon attempt to conceal the crime by writing there is evidence in this ease, as is apparent
from the coroner's finding and notes, which is
a postal card addressed to Castelli intended | admissible against one and not. admissible
to account for Annie’s disappearance, and by | against the other, in the nature of statements
appearing together at a social entertainment and other evidence decidedly of a character that
that same evening.
is not admissible against both. As 1 understand
the law in State y. Brauneis in 84 Conn. 222,
The fact that Vetere left Annie alone in 79 Atl. 70, it is, of course, a matter of discre-
the restaurant at the time when, according | tion for the court. Our Supreme Court has
to his confession, he met Castelli and told
said that where it would be prejudicial to the
interests of the accused to try them together,
lim of the location of the room, and how to | then they should be tried separately. Now, I
: 483
Conn.) STATE y. CASTELLI
were not the only occasions when such in-
fore move that they be tried separately, on
ebalf of Vetere at least.” struction would have been pertinent.
The amended finding recites:
“i Le” conceded :
Renae, ee See Ne “(1) Upon the trial much evidence was admit-
anos ted against the defendant Joseph Castelli only.
ais (aonftiog ts > "and ofher statements | PRIS Nas, done AEnInSt Che ee on
ments 1D/WIstIng Meee aie i or the defendant Frank V , made upt
by signs to the authorities in New York during the ground that such evidence was prejudicial
the coroner’s inquest. to the defendant wines Vetere, ane tet
ied: mere fact that such evidence was admittec
SARE: 0h i 7 honor, to what | 2gainst the defendant Joseph Castelli did not
“I cannot add ori gers hg Oe, The state’s | Properly protect tho defendant Frank ——o
There Siredty ae, = ae in the event of | tights, because the jury, having heard Las —
edtorney. bes" puesestel f being admit-| dence and considered it against the defendant
admissions or conversations 0: one Py Joseph Castelli, would be unable wholly to dis-
ted which would not be admissible against the miss it from their minds in consideration of the
that the caution of the court would take
— it. Now, it does not seem to me that,
while your honor in the caution 1s doing ati
thing you could to prevent it being used agains
the other man, it certainly does get to the ears
of the jury, and it is pretty hard for any bos oy
being to dismiss that from their minds, prove ed,
of course, such statements are admissible.
The ruling of the court upon the motion
shows that it fully appreciated the ground
of the motion, viz. to prevent the state in-
troducing statements and evidence which
were admissible against one accused and
not against the other. ; :
The state’s attorney has argued this point
as wholly within the discretion of the court.
He has not claimed that the trial court was
not apprised of the ground of the motion
or the character of the evidence to be of-
fered. Mr, Hoyt expressly called the court’s
attention to the coroner’s finding and notes,
and we may assume that the court, learned
and experienced judge, and for a long period
a distinguished state’s attorney, had these
before it.
The court then knew that there were dif-
ferent statements in the nature of written
confessions and oral statements claimed by
the state to have been made by these ac
cused, some of which might be admissible
against one accused and not against another
and others of which might be admissible
against one and not against another, and the
court knew that the state intended to offer
evidence that Castelli had been taken to
the scene of the tragedy and had there re-
enacted all that was done by him and by
Vetere at and about the time of the killing.
-I have never known a case where it was
more apparent at the inception of the trial
that it would probably be difficult, if not
impossible, to disassociate the evidence thus
offered against one accused from the evi-
dence offered against the other. It was the
duty of the court, when this condition ap-
peared, to grant separate trials to these
accused.
rai & ; it
Upon an examination of the evidence
Ped that during the taking of the evi-| dence and kept it wholly separate.
evidence against the defendant Frank Vetere.”
The court states that under its ruling
about half of the 596 pages of the printed
testimony was admitted. The finding fur-
ther states: : .
“The substance of this evidence which is
claimed to have been harmful to the defendant
Frank Vetere, is as follows: That the defend-
ant Joseph Castelli had killed _his wife, of whose
murder he and the defendant Frank Vetere were
jointly charged, because he was mad at her for
telling the deaf people about him, and because
she had given him a disease; * that he
had admitted this was the reason; that said
Joseph Castelli had treated his wife very badly,
and had been arrested at her instigation for
nonsupport, and had been sent_to the work-
house as a result thereof; that Joseph Castelli
had struck his wife on occasions; that said
Joseph Castelli had been taken by the police
authorities of New Haven over the route the
state claimed was taken by him in going to the
scene of the crime, and that he had acted out
the tragedy by showing how he struck his wife
from behind on the head several times with an
instrument; that thereupen he and the defend-
ant Frank Vetere left the scene of the crime
together and went to New York together; that
the defendant Joseph Castelli had stated that
he had planned to have Frank Vetere take Jo-
seph Castelli’s wife to New Haven on the day of
the killing, and that he told defendant Frank
Vetere that he was going_to kill her at that
place, and had told Frank Vetere to find a room
in New Haven where the killing could be ac-
complished, and that defendant Frank Vetere
came to him while his wife was at dinner and
gave him the key to the room so that he could
get into it, and that after Joseph Castelli had
killed his wife he took all her money and jewel-
ry, and he and Frank Vetere went to New York
together, and that on the way there he gave ier
jewelry to defendant Frank Vetere; that sai
defendant Joseph Castelli had stated that he had
paid for Frank Vetere’s ticket to New Haven
on the day of the killing, and also for the meal
Frank Vetere had with Joseph Castelli’s wife in
Jew Haven; and that defendant Frank Vetere
wrote Exhibit 40, which is made a part of this
finding, at the direction of said Joseph epee
addressing the postal to Joseph Castelli an
signing it as coming from Joseph Castelli’s
wife.” aye?
All of this evidence was vitally prejudi-
cial to Vetere, and it is unreasonable to ex-
peet that the jury could have heard this evi-
No mat-
dence in at least 21 instances the court] ter how carefully the trial court cautioned
instructed the jury that certain evidence ad-
mitted was admissible against Castelli, and
not against Vetere, and in at least ten in-
stances the court instructed the jury that cer-
tain evidence admitted was admissible against
the jury as to its duty to do this, the jury
could not have kept wholly separated in its
mind the evidence admissible solely against
Castelli and that solely against Vetere. It
could not do it, because the human mind
Vetere and not against Castelli.
And these! cannot even read this record and. do it, and
Oe te my
spinor iitnelintie ne on
2
e
ive - 4
etere’s knowledge, ascertained by observa
478
101 ATLANTIC REPORTER
county arrived and th
: 3 : e identity of the imi d Vi
nage piled it rydacky e miss-fof Annie an nd killed his w D.
g ith the murdered woman was] der the sedibiben at cers mes gigieg
‘ontrollable rage.
established. E et u
ba - ach iy of the accused freely lliam
; Bree and John Cunliff
Wi A : iffe, Jr.,
which each se
i separately from the both of New H
scribe ia other de- aven, for a 4 3 ‘
fe some Sith Se substantially the fol- puotyrond D. Bowers, of gf arenetiages 5
owing way: Castelli for reasons given was} uUUel B. Hoyt ; eee
tired of his wife reasons given was ‘ yt, of New Haven, f
and desired to g lant Vetere, A » tor appel-
her. He induced V 0 get rid of vet ap rnon A. Alling, State's A
etere to pla and Walter M. Pick ’ e's Atty.,
out ¢ plan and carry - Pickett, Asst. ,
of eh etre i elopement for the Burhans both of New Haven, for tne Bt pe we
ert iN Annie to New Haven, where Cas ey:
vay 2 , ‘as-
spiracy, Wee thie Pursuant to this con-| BEACH, J. (after stating
bight Bine Phrice = Annie to accompany| At the opening of the trial Vet
house at 260 Goes ae eh Eble agar ec ielipecutin ging Song Bie ground that tt
tained.-a <roem,<F et, where they ob- would appear from the c as that it
, Tepresenting themsely notes th oroner’s finding and
man and wi , 4 selves as ne at there was ey
oe ornare then went out to lunch, | ™i8sible against mite in the case ad-
Annie and ieicteite eae of leaving against the other of the seu tenes
apes 1g Castelli, who 1 made n i Sed. Castelli
lowed them 4 li, who had fol-/"2ce no motion for as ial. V.
aboute-4? 9 — oe oe oe of the where- | ™0tion was opposed Ey the Maree Vetere’s
and how t the : 8S attorney on
front door at 260 C oe Sround that the crime w 4
rown street. Af carryi crime was committed in
Vetere and Anhi ter lunch rying out a conspir:
: a e went back to thei ceased acy to murder the de-
where Castelli had j heir room, ,» and that as to any i
: o in the meanti which migt any items of evidence
cealed him : antime con- ‘might be admiss i
Fis rae gas closet armed with a piece only Vetere could be nasty pain eae
pos, ieee ase ere kissed Annie, and after | 2 PtoPer instruction to the iu seen
Vetaih sass ee rer to the front window, | °’@Tuled the motion ana ikesad ny ae
: < nnie appeared ed to be tri ed the accus-
asleep. Castelli to fall e tried togethe i :
ph teeta ng came out of the closet | 28 error by both ye iat eae is assigned
inflicting the cca head with the pipe, [1] The rule as to grunting ac :
wards died. Castelli “oe Peter she after-| t® —s jointly indicted is ete re
Annie's jew etere then took/ : 2rauneis, 84 Con 67 Bay cag
gether a the when ers! and returned to-| 2S follows: es on 226, 79 Atl. 70, 72,
ne train to New York “Wi ,
thé way dow. w York, On|. “Whether a separate tri
y down Vetere, at Castelli’s sugg parties jointly indicted i with re sade
‘ iscretion
wrote a postal gestion, | of th inari
card to the effect that Annie| served seein pies justice is better sub-
les ar
had eloped, add
» r i
mailed it on Soghing Nie bs “pp es = ent partie are a
g y York. P parties i
al card was produced and i wae post | Will be introdu against 0
the trial. That eveni put in evidence at issi swe, Against one which will not be
gether to a soci ening they both went to-| ture of the case it appe sone fear
nt a social entertainment. Bach of will probably bo prejudici i
oe confessions was admitted in eviden oe ers oF the parties “separa “Fla should
aes oe york who made it, but not as ee Ce ey requested. ee
gains e other accused. Th Th i |
sone 1. e state also e discretion of i
peeres baer 5 entity of Annie Castel- | @Xercised before he cial bate eee |
‘ she and Vetere w: reference t ituation ealeueoes
noe oie ere seen to- ce to the situation as it tl
7 arding house; th . |and the pl ) judici; erie Saye
was left alone in the ; at Annie e Parase “prejudicial to the ri
se restaurant f the parties” i r Giah tong
lear Prong or a time means something mor
a ee point fas a § more than that
Se ee : etere was al will probably be less ady
ing house al i geous to th rate trials,
er are alone with e accused than separat .
Sata Crp mdeay: The controlli ion i es ae
ap eto vered from ing question is wh i
onan © whose custody Vetere had com- ee a joint trial will Destidhty pe
- n substantial injusti
On the trial each cessari
of the defendant [2] It is n pede
n ants w ot necessaril r
upon the witness stand and admitted all es ing a separate trial tet villares Gait oo
ys recited in their r ivi missible agai ch 1s
pingpicel facts rodth espective con. gainst one of the accused whi
: ere claimed that the i not admissible agains et
er pobhcran Ta orsioge one, and Castelli an. eee tevesed ‘and its ited apple ton
é e learned of it by seei i | Pointed out to the j ‘where
ed that he learnes y seeing xunis xia ; he jury in most cases whe
sing about it in the si two or more accused % =
guage, , 5 gn lan-| , 7 ict ae oe ee
ge, followed them to New Haven without agers y Meu the axjsteuré of sch evidenee
s relled on as a ground for a i
Gan where their room was at 26 a Separate trials, the character tthe evk
street, and f . 260 Crown} den di Saute ies
street ound ile: raz. Pave Witlegs Mb : ce and its effect upon the defense intended
PR of Vetere, concealed himself in phe Se eke kee
the coset armed sihk a ipleoe oe deen ‘ine ie hed be ina Position to determine the
e becline exifaged Hi the behaiee pas ins of substantial injustice being
) © the moving party from a joint trial.
the facts as above).
(Conn,
Conn.)
It does not appear from: the record that the |
trial court was so advised in this case, and
on that ground alone it is impossible to say
tbat the court abused its discretion in deny-
ing Vetere’s motion.
(3] Ordinarily the fact that one of the ac-
cused has made a confession incriminating
the other would be a good ground for grant-
ing a separate trial. But the peculiarity of
this case was that each of the accused had
made a full written confession of facts which,
if legally corroborated, was sufficient to con-
vict either one of them of murder in the
first degree.
(4] It follows that no material fact incrim-
inating either one of the accused came to the
knowledge of the jury because they were tried
together which would not also have come to
the knowledge of a jury if each had been
separately tried and his own confession ad-
mitted against him. This being so, the claim
that substantial injustice was done by a
joint trial relates rather to the corroborative
effect which each of these confessions may
be supposed to have had upon the other; and
if we assume that the trial court did know
all the facts before the trial began, the ques-
tion presented to it was whether it would
order separate trials of two self-confessed
conspirators, each of whose acts and dec-
larations made or done in pursuance of the
conspiracy was admissible against the other,
because their respective confessions, being
made after the event, were not so admissible.
The mere statement of this proposition shows
STATE vy. CASTELLI 479
cable to the determination of the probability
or improbability of substantial injustice flow-
ing from a joint trial of persons jointly in-
dicted. If it were not so, there would be
grave danger of mistrials from causes which
were unknown to the trial court at the time
when it was required to decide the question.
Moreover, joint trials of persons jointly in-
dicted are the rule, and separate trials the
exception resting in the discretion of the
court. For the reasons indicated we are sat-
isfied that in this case the court did not err
in denying Vetere’s motion for a separate tri-
al, and that no substantial injustice has been
suffered by either of the accused in conse-
quence of their joint trial.
The assignments of error next in logical
order are those relating to the admission of
the several statements and confessions of
the accused. Here again the court had to
deal with a preliminary issue, and upon the
trial of that issue all of the statements and
confessions were abundantly shown by the
state to have been given voluntarily and
without undue influence of any kind. |
[6] Referring first to the assignments of
error relating to this branch of the case pur-
sued on the brief for Castelli: There was no
error in admitting the general question ad-
dressed to the state’s witnesses whether any
threats were made or inducements held out
to procure the confessions. The issue was a
preliminary one, tried to the court in the ab-
sence of the jury, and opportunity was giv
en for cross-examination. Under these cir-
that the question soba of fairly within the cumstances the court might in its discretion
limits of judicial discretion, and that a denial ; tay mg we
of Vetere’s motion for a separate trial was shorten the direct examination of W itnesses
by admitting leading questions and questions
not an abuse of discretion. In view of the
precautions taken in the admission of evidence
and again in the charge of the court, we can-
not assume that the jury were improperly
influenced by any corroborative effect given
to evidence not admissible against one of
the accused, but admitted as against the
other only. It may be observed that our
attention has been called to but two cases
in this country where the action of a trial
court in refusing to grant separate trials to
persons jointly indicted has been held to be
reversible error. In one of them the right to
a separate trial was granted by statute, and
in the other the effect of the joint trial was
to deprive the accused of the benefit of ma-
terial testimony, under the common-law rule
that persons jointly indicted and tried may
not be called as witnesses for or against each
other.
[5] Generally speaking, the decision of a
trial court upon a preliminary and collateral
question of fact will not be reversed unless
in a case of clear and manifest error. In
asking for conclusions of fact. Exhibit 31
was an affidavit for the purpose of extradi-
tion, and the evidence of the officer Enright
is not only that Castelli before signing it
read it over carefully and made a correction
in it, but on eross-examination that the no-
tary warned Castelli in writing that any-
thing he signed might be used against him.
Exhibit 39 is the detailed confession made
by Castelli to the coroner of New Haven
county, and it is prefaced by a written warn-
ing in the form approved by this court in
State y. Coffee, 56 Conn. 399, 16 Atl. 151, and
in State v. Willis, 71 Conn. 308, 41 Atl. 820.
Exhibit 28 is a paper written by Castelli ad-
mitting the killing and ‘addressed to the cor-
oner after Castelli had been taken to the
door of the room where Vetere was, and had
seen that Vetere was making a statement to
the coroner. The witness De Martini testi-
fied that Castelli asked for a piece of paper
on which to write it. No doubt, Castelli was
influenced by what he had just seen and by
State vy. Willis, 71 Conn. 293, 313, 41 Atl.
820, this rule was applied to, or quoted as
applicable to, the determination of the volun-
tary character of extrajudicial confessions as
affecting their admissibility in evidence; and
the statement of De Martini, which was true,
that Vetere was telling the whole story; but,
as pointed out in State v. Willis, supra, it
is difficult to conceive of a confession which
is not induced by a sense of self-interest,
We see no reason why it is not equally appli-
Moreover, this paper added no material fact
ee a
> atypia aan
me
ye
#
476 101 ATLANTIC REPORTER
in this connection was that without making
an unreasonable use of the water of Beaver
brook, which adjoined their land, and with-
out appreciably diminishing its flow, a bot-
tling business could be conducted on their
land for bottling and selling drinking water,
and that the value of the land for that use
should be taken into account. The apprais-
ers excluded the question on the ground that
the respondents had no right, as against low-
er riparian owners, to use any of the water
of the brook except for farm and household
purposes. It appears incidentally from the
report that there are some springs on the re-
spondents’ land; but no question is raised on
this appeal as to the right of a landowner to
impound and divert spring water at ,its
source, and we express no opinion on that
point. The only ground of this branch of the
remonstrance is that the committee erred in
ruling that the respondents had no right as
riparian owners to bottle and sell any part
of the water of Beaver brook. We aré of
opinion that the question objected to was
properly excluded. The just compensation to
which a landowner is entitled in condemna-
tion proceedings is the value of the land
taken (and in a proper case the damage to
the balance of his land) considered with ref-
erence to the uses for which the land is then
adapted. It follows that no evidence of value
is admissible with reference to the alleged
adaptability of the land for any special com-
mercial business until a foundation is laid by
evidence that the land is in fact adapted for
that special business at the time of the tak-
ing. A mere claim of counsel is not enough.
It is useless, for example, to discuss the al-
leged right of the respondents to sell bottled
water from Beaver brook, unless it is first
made to appear that there is an available
market for it. There is nothing in this rec-
ord to show either an existing market for
Beaver brook water in bottles, or that the
water of Beaver brook possesses special qual-
ities which would tend to make it more sal-
able in bottles than ordinary brook water;
and ordinary brook water is not so salable.
As bearing on the value of the respondents’
land, the evidence objected to was too remote
and speculative, and on that ground alone the
committee did not err in rejecting it. On
this state of the record the question whether
a riparian owner may bottle and sell brook
water, provided he does not thereby appre-
ciably or unreasonably diminish the flow of
the stream, appears to us to be a moot ques-
tion which does not require discussion.
[4] A member of the-committee who had
heard of the fact that a cow got mired on the
land in question very properly asked the re-
spondent Kannia about it, when the latter
was on the witness stand, This incident af-
fords no basis at all for a claim of bias or
injustice.
(Conn,
[5] There was no error in excluding the
question addressed to his own real estate
expert by the respondents’ counsel asking
whether he had not in conversation appraised
the premises at a higher valuation than that
to which he had just testified. The fact that
a real estate expert employed to establish an
asking price has revised his opinion down-
ward is no evidence that the revised valua-
tion is less correct than the original.
There is no error. The other Judges con-
eurred,
=
3
STATE vy. CASTELLI et al.
(Supreme Court of Errors of Connecticut.
July 6, 1917.)
1. CrimmnaL LAw €==622(1)—Jo1nT’ TRIAL oF
DEFENDANTS—DISCRETION OF CouRT.
It is within the discretion of the court to
grant a separate trial to defendants jointly in-
dicted, and it is not an abuse of discretion to
deny separate trials unless it appears that a
joint trial will probably result in substantial
injustice.
[Ed. Note—For other cases, see Criminal
Law, Cent. Dig. §§ 2210, 2214.]
2. CRIMINAL Law ¢€=2622(2)—JoInT TRIAL OF
DEFENDANTS—DISCRETION OF COURT.
It is not necessarily a ground for granting
a separate trial to defendants jointly indicted
that evidence will be admissible against one
which is not admissible against the other, since
evidence may be received and its limited ap-
plication pointed out to the jury.
[Ed. Note—For other cases, see Criminal
Law, Cent. Dig. §§ 2210, 2218, 2216, 2217.]
8. CRIMINAL LAW €==622(2)—JoinT TRIAL OF
DEFENDANTS-DISCRETION OF,CouRT,
Ordinarily the fact that one of the accused
has made a confession incriminating the other
is a good ground for granting separate trial of
defendants jointly indicted.
[Ed. Note.—For other cases, see Criminal
Law, Cent. Dig. §§ 2210, 2213, 2216, 2217.]
4, CRIMINAL LAW €=622(2)—JoInT TRIAL OF
DEFENDANTS—DISCRETION OF CouRT.
Where each of two defendants jointly indict-
ed made a full confession of facts which if legal-
ly corroborated was sufficient to convict either
of them, it is not an abuse of discretion to re-
fuse separate trial, asked on the ground that
evidence, consisting of confessions, admissible
against one, was not admissible against the
other.
{Ed. Note—For other cases, see Criminal
Law, Cent. Dig. §§ 2210, 2213, 2216, 2217.]
5. CrRimMInAL LAw €=1158(2)—ApPppEaL—CoL-
LATERAL QUESTIONS.
Generally speaking the decision of a trial
court on a preliminary and collateral question
of fact will not be reversed unless in a case of
clear and manifest error.
6. CrIMINaAL LAW @=531(2)—WITNESSES ¢=
241 — PRELIMINARY QUESTIONS — LEADING
QUESTIONS.
It was not error to admit a general ques-
tion addressed to state’s witness whether any
threats were made or inducements held out to
procure confessions, the issue being a prelim-
inary one, tried to the court in the absence of
jury with opportunity of cross-examination since
=For other cases see same topic and KEY-NUMBER inall Key-Numbered Digests and Indexes
Conn.)
STATE vy. CASTELLI ; 477
in such case leading questions and questions call- (15. CriminaL Law 777% — TRIAL — IN-
ing for conclusions of fact are admissible. ;
{Ed. Note—For other cases, see Criminal
i i i jur. ust take t t
Law, Cent, Dig. § 1214; Witnesses, Cent. Dig. ead his own recollection of the testi-
mony might be incorrect, his omission to state a
§s 795, 840.]
STRUCTIONS. :
Where the court carefully instructed that
he evidence from the wit-
7. CRIMINAL Law €=9673(4)-EVIDENCE—AD- | certain fact testified to was not error.
MISSIBILITY—CONFESSIONS. |, ee
Where two defendants are jointly indicted
and tried for murder, the confession of one of
them is properly admitted as against him if the
jury is instructed not to consider it as evidence
neainst the other. 2s
[Ed. Note.—For other cases, see Criminal
Law, Cent. Dig. §§ 1597, 1873.)
8. CrrmaL Law ¢=518(1), 531(1) — Evi-
DENCE — ADMISSIBILITY — CONFESSIONS —
VoLUNTARY CHARACTER. :
Before a confession of accused can be admit-
ted, the state must show its voluntary charac-
ter, and it is not essential that a warning be
given that accused could not be compelled to
make the confession if the voluntary character
is otherwise shown, especially where the accused
has been warned at another time prior to mak-
ing the confession. aacisat
Ed. Note—For other cases, see Orimin
Law. Cent. Dig. §§ 1157, 1159, 1212, 1213.]
9. CRIMINAL LAW 6=2531(3)—EvipENCE—AD-
MISSIBILITY — CONFESSIONS — VOLUNTARY
CHARACTER, ;
Evidence held to show that confession of one
of two defendants jointly indicted and tried was
voluntarily made. a
{Ed. Note.—For other cases, see Criminal
Law, Cent. Dig. § 1215.]
10. CrimrnaL LAW €=—=858(3) — ConDucT OF
TRIAL—TAKING EVIDENCE TO JURY Room.
It is not error to allow the jury to take to
the jury room confessions of the accused whic
were admitted as exhibits. eae
[Ed. Note.——For other cases, see Criminal
Law, Cent. Dig. § 2058.]
11. GromnaL Law ¢402(1) — EvIpENCE —
Lost DocUMENTS—ADMISSIBILITY.
Where the assistant state’s attorney stated
that he had been through every scrap of paper
the state had, and could not find papers show-
ing a statement of accused that he would con-
fess, it was not error to permit parol testimony
of the alleged transaction. ct
[Ed. Note.—For other cases, see Criminal
Law, Cent. Dig. §§ 887, 1211.]
6 166(5)—EvipENcE—ADMIS-
12. HoMIcIDE
SIBILITY.
In prosecution for wife murder, a summons
in suit for nonsupport by deceased against ac-
cused is admissible as tending to show accused’s
reason to believe that his wife had complained
to the police. Pad
[Ed. Note.—For other cases, see Homicide,
Cent. Dig. § 325.]
13. CrimmnaL LAW 6=517(1)EVIDENCE—AD-
MISSIBILITY—CONFESSIONS. tt
The confessions of two defendants jointly
indicted and tried, being inconsistent with re-
spective pleas of not guilty, when proved are
evidence affecting the defendants.
[Ed. Note—For other cases, see Criminal
Law, Cent. Dig. § 1807.]
16. CrimINAL LAW 6=834(2) — Trrat — IN-
STRUCTIONS.
‘he court is not bound to use the phrase-
ology of.counsel in preference to its own in stat-
ing familiar propositions of law to iy ;
id. Note—For other cases, see Srimina
ian, Cent. Dig. §§ 1202-1205, 1222-1224.]
: MICIDE €=-107 —JUSTIFICATION.
+ yg oe who on his own story suspects
that his wife and a friend are going to have
jllicit relations, follows them to a distant city,
conceals himself in a closet, armed with a dead-
ly weapon, waits for the expected provocation
to materialize, and then kills his wife, cannot
claim justification. a
(Ed. Note.—For other cases, see Homicide,
Gent. Dig. § 187.]
18. CrmunaL Law @=—=510—AccoMPLICE TES-
NY— TENCY.
“One oe ping ei A jointly indicted and
tried cannot be convicted solely on the testimony
of the other. ie
(ied. Note.—For other cases, see Criminal
Law, Cent. Dig. §§ 1124-1126.]
19. Crminat LAW 6=2508(3)—-CoNnsPIRACY—
VIDENCE—ADMISSIBILITY. 3
an a prosecution for murder against two
defendants jointly on theory of conspiracy,
h | where one of them testified in his own defense.
é : iat < led
testimony was admissible so far as it, ten
naga or Tiaarets the conspiracy outlined by
the confession of the other defendant. sega
. Note.—For other cases, ste srimin:
sta tak Dig. §§ 1101, 1104, 1113-1115; Wit-
nesses, Cent. Dig. § 244.]
20. HoMICcIDE 6=7253(1) — EVIDENCE — Surri-
IENCY. “ ae
. Fividence held to sustain the conviction of
two defendants jointly indicted for a crime of
first degree murder. a
[Ed. Note.—For other cases, see Homicide,
Cent. Dig. §§ 523, 531.]
Wheeler, J., dissenting.
Appeal from Superior Court, New Haven
County; Joel H. Reed, Judge.
Joseph Castelli and Francesco Vetere were
convicted of murder, and they appeal. No
error.
The defendants were convicted in the su-
perior court for New Haven county of mur-
der in the first degree. They were jointly
indicted for the murder of Annie, the wife of
Castelli, who was found in a bedroom at
260 Crown street, New Haven, on Easter
{Ed. Note—For other cases, see Criminal Sunday, April 23, 4916, suffering from severe
Law, Cent. Dig. §§ 1146, 1148, 1149.]
14. GromnaL Law ¢=9823(15) — Trrat — IN-
BTRUCTIONS—REASONABLE DOUBT,
In prosecution for murder, where the court :
fully idktrnsted on reasonable doubt and the de-| of April
fractures of the skull, of which she died on
the following day. The deceased and both
the accused were deaf mutes. On the 26th
both of the accused were appre-
gree of proof required, mere use of the phrase | pended in New York in connection with an -
“considerable doubt” was not error, where the the disappearance from “New
inguiry into
jury could not have misunderstood.
[Fd. Note—For other cases, see Criminal
Law, Cont. Dig. §§ 1992-1994, 3158.]
York of Annie Castelli. While the inquiry
was in progress the coroner for New Haven
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480 101 ATLANTIC REPORTER
to the case made by the state. Castelli made sor forced to make their confessions by the
Several statements on April 26th, and the | conduct or abuse of the officer having them
state very properly offered all of them in evi-|in charge, they should disregard the state-
dence, but, so far as the issue of guilt or in- | ments entirely as of no value.
nocence is concerned, they were all merged [8] Referring now to the statements and
in or superseded by the final confession, x- | confessions of Vetere. It is assigned as er-
hibit 39, which was complete in itself. ror that the court ruled that Vetere’s confes-
[7] Exhibits 88 and 30 are statements | sions were voluntary. In support of these
made by Vetere incriminating Castelli. These | assignments of error it is said that Vetere
were not admitted as against Castelli, and} was allowed to see Castelli in the act of
the jury were instructed not to consider them | making a statement to the coroner; that the
as evidence against him. They were neces- | two were kept apart, and not allowed to com-
sarily admissible as against Vetere, and the | municate with each other; that Vetere was
course which the court took was the only one | not given anything to eat from 7:30 Pim
(Conn.
possible. On their merits the assignments of | when he was brought into the police head-
error relating to these statements of Vetere
go back to the denial of the motion for a
separate trial which has already been dis-
cussed.
[8] In this connection we take up the al-
leged error of the court in admitting the
story of Castelli’s rehearsal of the murder
scene at 260 Crown street on May 3d. The
claim is that Castelli was compelled to re-
enact the murder, and so compelled to give
evidence against himself, This again was a
preliminary issue, and the court so treated it
ruling that the state must show that the ac-
tions of Castelli were voluntary. The state
fully sustained the affirmative of that issue,
but the objection is made that Castelli was
not at that time warned that he could not be
compelled to rehearse the murder or that
Such rehearsal might be used against him.
There is, however, no rule of law in this state
which requires any such warning. The state
must show affirmatively that any confession
or performance in the nature of a confession
was not procured by duress. The fact that
& warning in the usual form has been given
is generally accepted as satisfactory evidence
that the confession was not procured by du-
ress. But when the voluntary character of
the confession is shown either by proof of a
warning or by any other satisfactory evi-
dence the law and the Constitution are satis-
fied. In this instance a warning had been
given to Castelli the week before, and he had
fully confessed after being warned. A week
later he was asked, being deaf and dumb, to
quarters, until 11 p. m.; that his examina-
tion was protracted until 8 a. m.; and that
the attempted proof of the voluntary char-
acter of his statements failed, because of the
generality of the questions asked of the
State’s witnesses. Most of these matters
have already been sufficiently discussed. The
length of time occupied in these examina-
tions by the coroner is accounted for in part
by the fact that he took the statements of
Castelli and Vetere separately, partly by the
mode of communication adopted, which was
by writing out the questions and then hand-
ing the paper to the accused for him to write
his answer, and partly by the fact that Ve-
tere was taken out to Supper. As to the al-
leged deprivation of food, it appears that up
to the time when Vetere complained that he
was hungry he had made no incriminating
statement; that he offered to make a state-
ment in writing; that the coroner wrote out
the customary warning, and Vetere wrote in
reply:
“I want to get food, as I nearly choked to
death, and I got awful headache. I am un-
easy without food, and if I get food I would
bo excited to write and tell all the truth.”
He was immediately taken out to supper,
and wrote nothing in the nature of a confes-
sion until after he came back. This being so,
it cannot be said that his confession was in
any degree extorted by starvation. On the
contrary, the coroner was eareful that no
confession should be made until after Vetere’s
hunger had been satisfied.
eee
[10] It is also assigned as error that the
confessions of the accused were admitted as
exhibits and allowed to go to the jury room;
the alleged wrong being that undue promi-
nence was thus given to the most damaging
portions of the testimony. There was no er-
ror in this. Writings made or subscribed by
the accused are ordinarily admitted as ex-
hibits. If these writings were harmful, it
was not because any rule of procedure was
violated, but because the accused had fur-
nished harmful evidence against themselves,
[11] We take up next the assignments of er-
ror in the admission of evidence. De Marti-
ni testified that he wrote on a piece of paper
go to the scene of the crime and repeat the
confession in pantomime, and upon the evi-
dence he did so voluntarily, A second warn-
ing under such circumstances would have
been superfluous.
Castelli testified when on the witness
stand that one of the officers at the police
station in ‘New York struck him many times
with a piece of hose before his confession
was written. . This evidence was offered aft-
er the state had rested, and, of course, long
after the preliminary issue as to the volun-
tary character of Castelli’s confession had
been tried and determined in favor of its ad-
missibility. Under these circumstances the | that Vetere was telling all, and showed it to
court properly instructed the jury that, if Castelli, who wrote back on a piece of paper:
they found that the accused were frightened “Me afraid of chair; tellall.” This testimony
Conn.)
was objected to on the grounds that papers
themselves must be produced and to prove
their loss the assistant state’s attorney was
allowed to state to the court that he had —
through every scrap of paper the state a
and could not find them. The testimony 7 as
then admitted. ‘There was no error. The
evidence of loss was sufficient to support the
admission of secondary evidence, especially
as the statement itself was of little impor-
tance, because followed by a full written con-
sara 8 to the admission of the summons
in the suit for nonsupport brought by Annie
against Castelli, the objection that it fended
to prove a different offense from that with
which Castelli was charged was properly
overruled. The paper was admissible, being
taken from Castelli’s person, as tending to
show that Castelli had reason to belleve that
his wife had complained to the police against
him in respect of the matter described in the
summons. ‘The probation card, also taken
from him, and the testimony of Enright ex-
plaining it, were admissible on the same
ground, and the exemplified copy of the rec-
ord of the New York court in the nonsupport
proceedings was directly admissible to show
the relations between Castelli and his wife.
Vetere’s assignments of error Nos. 8 and 9
are not well founded in the record. The
claim is that De Martini was permitted to tes-
tify to a conversation carried on in writing,
without producing the writings, but the rec-
ord is that the witness was asked whether
any threats or inducements were made to
Vetere in writing or otherwise, and that he
answered “No.” : ;
[13] The court in charging the jury with
reference to the statements or confessiqns
made by the accused used the phrase, “They
are only admissible as evidence affecting the
one who made them;” and this is claimed as
error because in State v. Willis, supra, we
said that such statements were not “testi-
mony,” but facts to be proved by testimony.
The distinction drawn in State v. Willis is
quite correct, and that distinction was care-
fully observed by the trial court not only in
other parts of the charge, but also in the
language complained of. The declarations of
the accused inconsistent with their respec-
tive pleas of not guilty were not testimony,
but when proved they were “evidence affect-
ing the one who made them” in the same
sense that any other relevant fact inconsist-
ent with the claims of an accused is evidence
affecting him.
{14] On one occasion the court in its charge
used the phrase “considerable doubt” instead
of “reasonable doubt,” but it could not be sup-
posed by the jury that the court intended to
mean anything more or less than that reason-
able doubt which it had been at great pains
to explain and~expound to them at great
length,
STATE vy. CASTELLI : 481
commented on evidence seems to us without
foundation. It is true that the court appar-
ently failed to remember Castelli’s claim that
he had bought his ticket for New Haven be-
cause he had seen Annie and Vetere talking
about going to New Haven, but such a slip
as that in commenting on the evidence after
a long trial is not reversible error. In the
first place, it is the duty of the jury, not
of the court, to remember the evidence cor-
rectly, and, in the second place, the court was
very careful to so inform the jury and to tell
them that he might be mistaken in his recol-
lection of the evidence, and that they must
take the evidence not from him but from the
witnesses, :
[16] The court did not err in refusing to
charge as requested by Castelli upon the sub
ject of reasonable doubt. The charge of the
court upon that point was correct and suffi-
cient, and the caurt is net bound to use the
phraseology of counsel in preference to its
own in stating familiar propositions of law
to the jury. 3
{17] The court did not err in charging the
jury that in order to reduce Castelli’s crime
from murder to manslaughter the homicide
must have taken place under circumstances
which would justify a reasonable belief that
adultery was being committed. That is the
rule expressed in State v. Yanz, 74 Conn. 177,
50 Atl. 37, 54 L. R. A. 780, 92 Am. St. Rep.
205, and State v. Saxon, 87 Conn. 15, 86 Atl.
590. It was too favorable to Castelli. A hus-
band who on his own story suspects. that
adultery is going to be committed, follows
his wife and her suspected paramour from
New York to New Haven, conceals himself
in a closet armed with a deadly weapon,
waiting for the expected provocation to ma-
terialize, and then kills his wife, cannot
claim the benefit of the rule in State v. Yanz.
[18,19] As to Vetere’s assignments of er-
ror Nos. 39-41, the court correctly charged
the jury that Vetere could not be convicted
on Castelli’s unsupported testimeny. This
was all that the case called for. Castelli
was not a witness for the state. He could
not, while jointly indicted, have been com-
pelled to testify. But, since he chose to tes-
tify in his own defense, his admissible testi-
mony was relevant, though not that of a full
witness, so far as it tended to prove or dis-
prove the existence of the conspiracy out-
lined in Vetere’s confession. :
[20] We have disposed of all the assign-
ments of error pursued on the briefs, except
those relating to the denials of the motions
to set the verdicts aside, on the ground that
they were against the evidence. These mo-
tions were properly denied. The rule laid
down in State y. Willis, supra, is that an un-
corroborated extrajudicial confession will not
support a conviction of murder in the first
degree. But these confessions were abun-
dauntly corroborated. The identity of the
victim and ber death f-om the injuries in-
{15] The claim that the court unfavorably
101 A.—3.
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| My ESCAPE from Aflanta
PRISON
| Starvation—freezing cold—the gruelling ache
of gunshot wounds—what won’t a man endure
for liberty?
GERALD CHAPMAN’S Own Story
printed the story of my escape from the Atlanta
Federal prison—but here I am giving you.the inside
dope on my desperate strike for freedom, because
I know the public wants to get it straight. ,
Frank Grey and I made our getaway together. We were
both in the prison hospital at the time and had managed to
secure guns and some steel saws with the aid of Jimmy, our
confederate.
It was with Jimmy’s aid that we were able to short-
circuit the prison’s lighting system and scale the outer wall.
There was, however, no officer of the Atlanta prison .who
figured in our getaway. “
I'll never forget the shrieking of the prison whistle as
we beat it madly for cover. It was loud enough to be
heard for miles around and we knew it was the signal for
all the natives to rise in arms and beat the bush for us.
Me of the newspapers in the United States have
We finally got to a trolley. line and after we got on the.
car we heard the conductor say:
“Hear Old Betsy blowing. Some of the boys has checked °
out of Uncle Sam’s Hotel!”
It was hours later and when we were. about sixty miles
from the prison before we began to feel at all safe.
We were walking along a road lined with pine-trees
when suddenly a big clodhopper stepped out of the woods
and shouted:
“Halt! Hands up!” *
Then five others, all heavily armed, came out of the
woods and leveled their guns at us. >
I dove for the woods, head first, while they blazed away
at me. A bullet plowed its way into my leg. I staggered
on, growing weaker—then finally dropped.
“T’'ll not surrender,” I thought, “—damn them!” .
The posse came after me yelling to beat the band. Sud-
denly I heard one of the gang shout:
“By God, boys, we got him. Here’s some of the rascal’s
blood.”
I was lying in an open space not over fifty yards away.
I thought I was dying, but I wasn’t scared. I have never
feared death and I ‘do not fear it now that I’m about to be
jerked to eternity for another man’s crime.
Presently I heard another yell:
“There he is, boys!”
I knew they had seen me and that the end was near. I
struggled to my feet. Please understand that I was not
armed. I had Jost my gun in the scramble and a battle was
out of the question. I had nothing with which to put up a
battle except my hands.
So, I decided to surrender. I raised my hands when I
got on my feet, but the brave men with their Winchesters
and shotguns blazed away at me. A load of buckshot
landed in my breast and a bullet plowed through one of my
ribs. After that I passed out of the picture.
__ When I regained consciousness I was lying in a cot in
the Athens hospital. The‘ doctors said I was in bad shape.
I guess I was. But the idea of liberty never left me for a
moment. I was still determined to get away if I got half
a chance.
The Atlanta prison officials wanted to move me back to
Atlanta, but the hospital physicians said no.
For the benefit of those who haven't read my auto-
biography, which was published in the New York Evening
Graphic, I want to say that I was in love with a wonderful
woman—Betty. I mention her because she had a lot to do
with my mental processes while I lay there in the Athens
hospital with death hovering over me.
Memories of my dear Betty filled me with an uncon-
querable determination to live, regardless of what the
doctors said about death. ‘They said I couldn't possibly live,
but I swore that I would live and that I would yet gain my
liberty. ,
O just one thought kept me alive—Betty. My body was
“< riddled with bullets and I had.a temperature of 104,
so I must have been in bad shape.
“T'm sick all right, but not sick enough,” I said to myself.
“I’ve got to make ’em think I’m worse than I really am.
I’ve got to stick in this hospital until I can get a chance
to beat it.”
But there was the guard, night and day, at the foot of
my cot watching me like a cat watches a rat. Night and
day they watched me. Every day they telephoned the
prison at Atlanta about my condition. Every day I could
hear the reply:
“No, not yet, Warden. Can’t move him to-day. He’s in
pretty bad shape. No danger of that, Warden—we’re
watching him night and day.” ;
I refused all food. Day by day I grew more emaciated-
looking. If I took food, which was very seldom, possibly
once every twenty-four hours I would force my stomach
to expel it. That expelling stunt was one that I had mastered
in prisons when I wanted to fool the doctors—when I
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The news had been broadcast without
delay and we realized that we had.a long
route to travel before we would feel safe.
The taxi man, incidentally, made the es-
cape the subject of his talk with us all the
way from Atlanta to Athens. .He was a
slick article, as you will presently see—an
actor from the word go. He knew all
along that we were the “cons” who had
“beat” the Atlanta stir. We subsequently
learned that he was the fellow who “tipped
us off’ when we left him in Athens,
Georgia,
When we hit the edge of Athens we
‘paid him and dismissed him and after he
had gone Grey remarked:
“T’ve got a hunch that fellow i is wise to
us.”
I agreed with him. If he had been a
native I. wouldn’t have entertained the
hunch that he was “hep” to us. He was a
wise-cracking “hacker from St. Louis—
wise-cracking. and yellow-hearted—as we
were to ascertain very much sooner than
we expected.
We started to “skirt” Athens. That is
to say, we decided to duck the main part
of the town and keep close to the suburbs
on our way to the railroad yards on the
north end where we expected to board a
freight-train. This was a bad decision.
| If we had gone right into the town, we
might have avoided the tragedy that .we
encountered,
We were walking along a road lined
with pine-trees when suddenly a big clod-
hopper stepped out of the woods. He had
a gun over his shoulder. He was about
twenty-five yards from us when we first
saw him, :
“This fellow looks bad to me,” Grey
‘said. “What do you think?”
Now I figured that we were onuotidaliy
safe, in view of the fact that we were
approximately sixty miles from Atlanta.
It never occurred to me that they would
be “beating the bush” for us sixty miles
from the prison, therefore, I was, so to
speak, off my guard, a little more opti-
mistic than I should have been under such
circumstances. I told Grey the rustic was
probably hunting.
ELL, he was hunting all right, but
not four-legged parties. He was
hunting Chapman and Grey, the escaped
convicts. ‘The idea that he was hunting
rabbits or ’possums had hardly flitted
across my mind when he yelled:
“Halt! Hands up!”
“What’s the meaning of this?” I re-
plied. “Who are you?”
“Who am 1?” he shouted. “Never mind
who I am, Mister Chapman, I know you.
Put up them hands damn quick or I'll
blow the head off’n your shoulders.”
That must have been the signal for the
rest of a posse to materialize, for just as
soon as he finished his speech, five other
heavily armed “hunters” came out of the
woods and leveled their guns at us, order-
ing us to “put them hands in the air.”
I dove for. the woods, head first, while
they blazed away at me.
A bullet ploughed its way into my leg.
The blood was trickling out of the wound,
but.I kept going. They came after me,
yelling like a gang of drunken Indians.
I felt myself growing weak. The blood
was literally pouring out of the wound
after I had gone about a hundred yards.
I ran until I dropped—until I couldn’t run
any further,
Then I began to crawl on my hands and
knees,
“T’ll not surrender,” I thought. “I'll
croak out here in the jungles before I sur-
render—damn them!”
Chapman is in a tight fix. How will
he get out of it? Read in the February
issue of TRUE DETECTIVE MYSTERIES
the thrilling developments that follow.
On the news-stands January 15th.
“I Did Not Mean to Kill Her”
(Continued from page 35)
took the stride or two between him and
‘the trunk and reached out a muscular
hand to lift one end of the tray.
In a flash Jordan spun around on his
heels and was ‘climbing through the open
window when Sergeant Crowley reached
for his gun.
ORDAN: had one leg over the sill. The
awkward movement, however, of draw-
ing his other leg over, delayed him an
instant. In that brief instant of time,
Sergeant Crowley had allowed his gun to.
slip back into his pocket, and with the
swiftness of a cat slamming a mouse to
‘chicsget|} earth, had grabbed his man, and yanked —
him back into the room.
As they grappled near the window, Jor-
dan made a desperate attempt to free him-
self. He uttered a cry of surrender, how-
ever, and stopped struggling when he
‘found that his efforts to break the Ser-
geant’s hold were useless. He did well
to give up, anyway, for at that moment the
‘officer who had’ accompanied Sergeant
‘Crowley to the house burst in and covered
“him ‘with his ‘gun.
“Got a gun?”’ breathed: she Sergeant «as
he ran his inquiring hands over the cap-
tured man’s pockets in accustomed police
fashion.
“If I’d had one, I’d have used it before
now,” retorted Jordan angrily.
The Sergeant felt something on Jor-
dan’s back.
“Well, what's this ?” he asked.
“A saw.”
Jordan pulled out a large hack-saw
which he had been carrying with one end
stuck under his belt and the remainder
extending up his back under his coat
Sergeant Crowley gave the saw only a
glance as he -placed it on the table. At
the moment he had no idea of the part it
had played in the case. He faced Jordan
again.
“What’s in the trunk?”
“You know as well as I do.”
“But I want you to tell me. Is it the
body of an infant?”
“No, you know what ‘it is.”
. “Is it the body of your wife?”
“#¥Ves,”
“Where did you kill her?”
“Well, I don’t know. that I. did, or
didn’t—or wnat
pened at our hon
“When?”
“Night before
“Ts all of the |
“Ma.”
“What's missin
“The head and
“Where are th
“In the furnac
home;”
“Jordan, you a:
der,”
T the Joy §S
which Serg
-dan, after leaving
his fellow office:
ing its contents,
dan’s story—the |
the opinion .that
meditated = murd
necessary to wind
body and convict
But _ startling
were to reveal
being practically
more than begu
the murder.
In the first
police departme:
claring in a con!
his wife, if at
high lights of hi
were:
“We.were mar
a time we wer:
past two years
constantly. She
ways accusing 1
attention to «
“Last Tues
found her in
supper. When s
a vile name, an
“She made a 1
knife,” continued
to protect myse
the face! She
short flight of
kitchen to a lov
my blow knockec
“T started to
From that mon
blank. I was no
drinking.
“Tt was morn:
senses. again. |
partly undressed.
my stockings anc
happened. But 1
“T went to the
of the floor wa:
She was almost ;
her clothes and 1
‘tered with crims:
“Not far fron
were a razor an
throat was cut.
“T was stricke
thought was to g
“The first thi
patch of skin fr:
tattoo mark wit!
of the ship on w
“Then I seve
trunk of the bk
the legs. Later
member the part
knife taken from
“Then I burn
—
a am pigeon
48 True Detective Mysteries
wanted to convince them that there was something radically
wrong with me.
Eventually the doctors began to feed me liquids. They
were puzzled. They were certain that the bullet punctures
had disorganized the digestive processes. I expelled . the
liquids just as easily as I expelled heavy solids. ‘This was
something new. They were mystified and in the meantime
I was wasting away to nothing but skin and bones.
“Just a chance—half a chance—and I’ll be gone,” I kept
whispering to myself.
“THEN I conceived the idea of appealing for help from
some of my old underworld friends in New York. I pass
up certain details relative to how I managed to smuggle a
letter out of the hospital.
These friends of mine that came from New York to help ©
me had to go back, so I was compelled to do my own think-
ing and planning. Every day I heard the reply to the request
from Atlanta that I be returned to the prison.
“Can’t move him to-day, Warden. He’s worse; can’t move
him to-day.” :
Even the guards thought I was going to die. One fellow
tion to escape desert me. From that night on the guard be-
came more careless. Then one night when he began to walk
about the floor on which I was confined, I started to get out
of my bed. I intended to dash to the window when he
entered the room. I motioned for him to come to me and
then I faintly mumbled:
“See if I can walk.”
He seemed pleased.
“That's the idea, Chapman,” he said. “If you git out of
that bed and move around you'll come around all right.”
Here is where I began to act. I pretended I couldn’t
walk. I dragged my feet behind me when he put his arms
under me and then he carried me back to the bed.
“No good,” I sighed, “—I’m through !”
The expression on his face convinced me that he thought
I was helpless, that I couldn’t walk.
RicHt then and there I had a strong hunch that it was
only a matter of.time until I would get an opportunity
to make a*break. The opportunity came the next night about
eleven o’clock.
The guard left the room. I heard him going to the toilet
“I WAS suffering with the cold, and my chest and back and legs
_~ ached like mad. I thought if I could. get warm again, I would be
able to travel out of Athens before
hospital -basement.
day broke, so I went back to the
‘I hadn’t been there over five minutes when a nurse discovered
me. I hastened to assure her I wouldn't harm her, but before I finished
she screamed, and then———”
in particular, the night guard, was sure I was going to die,
consequently he saw no necessity for unusual vigilance." |”
I began to work on this night guard when I saw that he
was becoming careless, indifferent. When he first went on
the job he never left the room, never for a moment did he
take his eyes off me. But now he had changed. He thought
I was dying and the human in him was predominating.
“How do you feel, Chapman?” He spoke to me one night.
—the first time he had spoken to me.
I just looked at him with a woebegone far away expres- :
sion in my eyes. I- rolled my head from side to side and
pretended that I couldn’t talk.
“Don’t give up, old boy,” he spoke again. “You're as
good as ten dead men.” .
“I’m through,” I whispered faintly. “This is the finish.”
r was the only time I spoke to him and I made it appear
that it was a tremendous effort to do so and that I suf-
fered agony when I talked.
The night this conversation took place between me and
the guard one of the hospital physicians paid me a late .
visit. It was around two in the morning and after he had
taken my temperature—which had jumped to One: hundred
and five—and pulse, I overheard him and the guard talking
in the next réom. :
“He’s really in bad shape, isnit he, Doctor,” the guard said.
“Yes,” the doctor replied. “Bad—very bad. _ He’s a-very
sick man and it will be a miracle if he pulls through.”
Now I realized that I was in bad shape but at no time did
I think I was going to die, and at no time did the determina-
_ at the other end of the corridor. I got out of my bed when
I heard the door shut and staggered over ‘to the window,
raised it hurriedly and dropped to the ground. i
-_ It was not until then that I realized how weak and ill I was.
When my. feet hit the ground some fifteen or twenty feet
below the window out of which I jumped, my legs doubled
up under me. I ran about ten yards when I fell, exhausted.
It was an unusually cold night for Georgia. I was shaking
from head to feet and my teeth were chattering. I had
traveled about a hundred yards when I heard them shouting
back at the hospital:
“Chapman’s gone—Chapman’s escaped !”
I alternately walked and crawled. I couldn’t walk over
. fifty yards without falling to the ground. It was tough
going and for the first time the thought of death took
possession of me. I, tried to shake it off, but couldn’t. I
was growing weaker and more discouraged by the minute. I
think the cold which chilled me to the marrow made. me
- feel worse than I really was.
“If I could only get to where there’s some heat,” I mused,
“T’d be all right.”
I hadn’t thought about food even though I hadn’t eaten
any solids for almost seventy-two hours. I wanted heat—
heat—heat and it seemed to me that I would cash in if I
didn’t get where there was heat. My body was covered with
sores where the brave man-hunters had riddled me with buck-
shot, and the wounds from the bullets ached incessantly.
I sat on the ground in a little strip of woods and tried
to think what I should do. God knows I wanted to get away,
but I realized the utter hapelessness and futility of the under- —
a a
©
was dis}
darling
stood m
manifest
Betty
sweet ar
and puri
glimpse
the cc
memory
ing ove
again t
-moments
with he:
fired wi
able res:
and get <
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Betty ag
mured be
teeth.
And s
‘of §failu
and hope
whip har
I decid
to the
get warm
along o
hands an
to the ba
and c
through
dow to
the boiler
located.
the tj
hun
was
yet no
seemed tc
I would b
the hospit
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me with
ambitior
then an
desire for
took hol
me. But I
have a c
my pocke
even thor
had had 2
dred doll:
couldn’t
shown up
vicinit:
Athens.
body, or
had_ heard
seen my p
I recogniz
I couldn’t
hospital
daylight.
of there an
I left the
four o’cloc
was chilled
old deserte
hospital, an
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vegan to walk
ted to get out
tow when he
* to me and
ou git out of
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ed T couldn't
put his arms
hed
it he thought
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1n Opportunity
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OVER ALR
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ny bed when
the window,
ind ill I was.
twenty feet
legs doubled
‘ll, exhausted.
was shaking
‘ring. I had
hem shouting
it walk over
lt was tough
death took
t couldn’t. I
the minute. I
ow made. me
sat,”’ | mused,
hadn't eaten
vanted heat—
cash in if I
covered with
ve with buck-
ssantly.
ds and tried
get away,
the under-
True Detective Mysteries , 49
taking when I couldn’t walk, and just about the time that I
was disposed to acknowledge defeat I thought of Betty—my
darling Betty, the only person in the world who ever under-
stood me, who ever tried to steer me right, or who ever
manifested any affection for me.
Betty! Her face shone before me in my imagination,
sweet and sensitive, blazing with pity and tenderness, love
and purity. It was through her that I had caught my first
glimpse of the illimitable vistas of beauty. Down through
the corridors of
memory I traveled, liv-
ing over again and
again the wonderful
moments I had spent
with her until I was
fired with an implac-
able resolution to live
and get away:
“Tl do this. T7ll see
Betty again!” I mur-
mured between clenched
teeth.
And so all thoughts
of failure passed on
and hope now held the
whip hand.
I decided to go back
to the hospital and
get warmed. I crawled
along on my
hands and knees
to the basement.
and crept
through a win-
et tall x
dow to where \ @ eta
the boilers were ; p>
located. And all
the time the
hunt for me
was going on,
yet no one
seemed to think
I would be near
the hospital.
The heat fired
me with new
ambition and
then an insane
desire for food
took hold of
me. But I didn’t
have a cent in
my pockets and.
even though I
had had a hun-
dred dollars, I
couldn’t have
shown up in the
vicinity of
Athens. I knew every-
body, or most everybody
had heard of me or had
seen my picture. Further,
I recognized the fact that
I couldn’t remain in the
hospital basement until
daylight. I had to get out
of there and move on. So
I left the hospital about
four o'clock. Presently I
said,
was chilled again, shaking from head to feet. I came to an
old deserted house on a street about five blocks from the
hospital, and entering it I flopped on the floor.
Gerald Chap-
I don’t know how I ever lived through that slow dawn
and the long day that followed. I never realized that I had
such a capacity for suffering. Before night came dis-
couragement had predominated again. Once I concluded to
go back to the hospital and surrender.
“I can’t go on,” I thought. “I’ll croak as sure as hell.”
| THOUGHT it foolish and stupid to die fighting a losing
game.
“I'll go back,” I mused. “Later on I’ll get another chance
when I have regained my health and strength.”
That seemed the better thing to do. It seemed the better
thing to do until Betty and the mad, magnificent moments |
had spent with her came back to me in splendor and glory.
I couldn’t go through with
the disposition to sur-
render when [ thought of
Betty. Night came. I
left the shack,
going to a deserted
stable further up
the street, next to
a cheap boarding-
house, in front of
which were two
refuse cans.
I dove into them,
pulling out a hand-
ful of potato and
apple peelings,
skins of tomatoes,
crusts of bread
and bones galore.
Nothing that I
have ever eaten
tasted half so
delicious. No
dog ever
gnawed or
licked a bone
more raven-
ously nor with
greater relish
than I gnawed
and licked
those bones!
Food was just
what I needed.
I felt much
better, but
still I was
suffering with
the cold, and
my chest and
back and leg
ached like
mad. I thought
if I could get
warm again, I would be able
to travel out of Athens be-
.fore day broke, so I went
back to the hospital basement.
I hadn’t been there over
five minutes when a nurse
‘discovered me. I hastened to assure her
that I wouldn’t harm her, but before I
finished she screamed and then dashed up
stairs. I made a hasty exit and as I went
I could distinctly hear her shouting :
“T saw Chapman—he’s down there in
God,” she
“ain’t you
man?”
the basement !”
The impression has prevailed that I had been in the
hospital basement all the time. (Continued on page 114)
no Jonger a woman but a lifeless body.
The cross had been made with bullets,
and in each wound an empty cartridge
casing had heen inserted, its metal gleam-
ing in the frozen light. :
From that moment on, as though by
special request, the moon kept its bril-
liance. Police, under the direction. of
Chief Allen Judson, arrived on the scene
about an hour later. As the men searched
the grass for signs of a weapon and pos-
sible clues, each would stop momentarily
and gaze in wonder at the bullet-etched
form.
TOP: Twice this killer bore his sweetheart’s
Despite the disfiguration caused by the
ghastly symbol, it was possible to see
that she had been a woman of great
beauty. Her rich olive skin and her life-
less black eyes spoke of Latin birth. Her
slightly aquiline nose, firm features and
fine clothes whispered Old World no-
bility. Untouched around her once lovely
throat was fastened a rich diamond and
pearl necklace.
Judson saw at once that the case would
probably involve probing into Bridge-
port’s “Little Italy.” Straightaway he
sent for a specialist—Detective-Sergeant
Frank Virelli. He spoke the language
and was familiar with the folklore of
Mediterranean crime. ;
The officer arrived 15 minutes later.
“I hope this means something to you,
Virelli,” Judson said. “Coggswell and
I”—he glanced. at the medical examiner
—"‘can’t figure it out at all.”
Virelli was silent. Although there had
been no surprise involved, he was almost
as shaken by the sight of the weirdly
marked body as George, the grave dig-
ger, had been. Rushing back to mind were
stories of the Sicilian Maffia which his
mother had told him. In the old country,
when this criminal society slashed a
victim’s lips, it meant vengeance had been
dealt to a loose tongue. He struggled to
recall what the cross might signify to
this barbaric group. Suddenly it came
to him.
“She was faithless,” he told Judson.
“What!” Judson had always to strug-
gle against the Anglo-Saxon in him to
get in the right frame of mind to ap-
preciate Virelli’s strange and often weird
interpretations. . Bee:
Virelli, in rapid-fire language with
which it was hard to keep up, explained
that for tribes in parts of southern Italy
and Sicily, the cross. still retained it's pre-
Christian meaning—punishment.
“In the old country she might have
been nailed to the cross. Here, apparently,
they’ve brought their methods up-to-
date.”
“You mean, you think the Maffia did
this?” Judson asked, incredulously. Al-
though members of that society had im-
double-crossing, but the third time he caught
her nothing could save her from his savage
fury. He settled the score in his own way.
ABOVE: Sergeant Frank Virelli‘s problems
doubled when an undertaker delivered a
corpse to the police morgue. This was:
the second victim to appear in 12 hours.
PEOPLE shuddered at the thought of
¢ 4 Jennie Cavali (tight) being as-
sociated with a character like Joe Buonomo,
well-known as the town’s cheapest crook.
migrated to the States after the Ttalian
government had cracked down ‘on their
reign of terror, their activities were now
mainly legend.
“Not the Maffia,” Virelli said. “But
some sadist who retains a streak of the
Maffia in him.”
By this time Virelli had got over the
initial shock, and started to loosen up.
He spoke of this barbarism in a tone al-
most bordering on complacency. “It's not
uncommon in the old country,” he said.
“An unfaithful woman is lower than spit
in the gutter. Have you found out her
name ?”
Judson liked to have an ace up his
sleeve. He produced one now.
“Yes, we have,” he said. “She was, a
countess, the Countess Cavaliero.”
“Countess?” Virelli. said, impressed.
“You say Countess Cavaliero?” Vaguely
he recalled that some woman ‘bearing a
similar name and a title had arrived,
about two years before from Italy, but
had not been heard of since. Which was
surprising in a community where titles
were not two for a penny.
“We found these under the body,” Jud-
son said, handing him a_ lace-trimmed
handkerchief, six envelopes, a compact
and the purse which had contained these
items.
“Nothing inside the envelopes, eh?”
Virelli queried, glancing at each in turn.
HE INSPECTOR shook his head.
The letters were gone. The envelopes
bore no return address, but were all in-
scribed in the same handwriting, Count-
ess Jennie Cavaliero, and the address on
158th Street, New York City.
Why should a woman carry empty en-
velopes in her purse? Virelli_ wondered.
Then the idea occurred that possibly
they had been love letters written by the
jilted killer who had removed them
realizing they might incriminate him.
But Judson doubted this. “Why did
he leave the envelopes? It doesn’t make
sense,” he said.
When the time came for the body to
be carried through the gate to the wait-
ing ambulance, Judson still murmured
like a man unconvinced, “Are you still
sure it was a murder of passion?”
Virelli turned on him, his eyes flash-
ing. “Of course. Pearls and diamonds
left behind—what else could it be?”
Judson gave in to the idea reluctantly.
“Do you think it might have been her
husband ?”
“There was no wedding ring,” Virelli
said with a shrug.
“Have you ever seen anything like this
before? I mean this cross—the sheer
pagan viciousness of it?”
“Never,” said Virelli. His voice
dropped as if he were speaking to him-
self, as he went. on, “He shot her in the
head, right through the temple. Then he
stood over her and deliberately placed
the bullets to form the Sign of the Cross.
Then he. upturned the spent shells. There
was plenty of hate there.”
Judson got busy as soon as he reached
headquarters. Patrolmen were ordered to
stop and question passengers in all cars
leaving the city and on county roads, and
to give special attention to Italian occu-
pants. Knowing that, if he were on foot,
the killer couldn’t have got far, he also
ordered ‘his men to search the few
homes scattere:
the cemetery.
But it was t!
first .to report
Phil De Marco
skirts of Bridg
searched and nr
two men were
ters. Although
town, they wer
slot machine ra
Virelli’s office t
rogantly and a
charge. In Itz
“Suspicion of n
Their eyes nz
“So you're
his voice as s
detective. Yor
anything to me
and smiled in:
heard, a beautif)
A countess. |
De Marco and
De Marco and
country. Sudd
car.” He gest
but De Marco
alibis to prove
time of the mur
Their alibis c
released.
Virelli spent :
grass of the grz
to find the gun.
eral bullets fron
proved they hac
revolver. But
Before starti:
murder, he’d ha
in New York,
address at 158t
which had bee
envelopes by t
was with a ho
emerged from '
ried back to he:
As he drove !
reserved for it
‘was surprised °
drawn hearse.
was the junior |
Italian underta}
casually and, a
further down th
in Italian, “Pici
“The other w
gloomily. “You
boss.”
Judson’s voic
high-pitched — tc
vainly trying t
made a babel o:
the office. U
help.
“What's up,
Judson stepped
first.
“Listen,” he s
livered us a cor
everything. All
good. His cor;
its stomach.”
Angelo boun
ball. “Mr. Vir
clutching the o
an Italian blue
little man colla
mopping his bro
“Come on,
cried.
“That he didi
him get his
through the sto:
It was 20 n
start translating
(Cont
ter the Ttalian
down ‘on their
ities were now
dh said. “But
. streak of the
| got over the
to Joosen up.
n ina tone al-
cency. “It's not
ntry,” he said.
ower than spit
found out her
in ace up his
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d. “She was a
‘avaliero.”
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ero?” Vaguely
man ‘bearing a
had arrived,
rom Italy, but
ce. Which was
ty where titles
the body,” Jud-
i lace-trimmed
es, a compact
contained these
nvelopes, eh?”
it each in turn.
ook his head.
The envelopes
ut were all in-
writing, Count-
the address on
‘ity.
arrv empty en-
relli_ wondered.
that possibly
written by the
removed them
iminate him.
is. “Why did
t doesn’t make
or the body to
te to the wait-
still murmured
“Are you still
assion ?”
his eyes flash-
and diamonds
uld it be?”
lea reluctantly.
have been her
- ring,” Virelli
ything like this
oss—the sheer
His voice
eaking to him-
shot her in the
‘mple. Then he
berately placed
n of the Cross.
it shells. There
1 as he reached
vere ordered to
rers in all cars
unty roads, and
o Italian occu-
e were on foot,
ot far, he also
‘arch the few
homes scattered within walking distance of
the cemetery. ,
But it was the highway patrol who were
first to report back. Joseph Buonomo and
Phil De Marco had been stopped on the out-
skirts of Bridgeport. Their car had been
searched and no weapons found. But the
two men were known as hardboiled charac-.
ters. Although only recently established in
town, they were deep in the gambling and
slot machine rackets. As they walked into-
Virelli’s office they shqok their shoulders ar-
rogantly and asked to_be informed of the
charge. In Italian, Virelli replied quietly,
“Suspicion of murder.”
Their eyes narrowed.
“So you're Virelli,” Buonomo retorted,
his voice as. smooth as silk. “The great
detective. You don’t look like much of
anything to me.” He straightened his tie
and smiled insolently. “From what I've
heard, a beautiful woman has been murdered.
A countess. I’m very sorry Virelli, but
De Marco and I don’t move in that circle.
De Marco and I are taking a drive in the
Suddenly a policeman stops our
car.” He gestured. “Very sorry, Virelli,
but De Marco and I can supply very good
alibis to prove we had not left town at the
time of the murder.”
Their alibis checked, and the two men were
released.
Virelli spent the next day searching the tall
grass of the graveyard, in a renewed attempt
to find the gun. The coroner had taken sev-
eral bullets from the body and ballistics tests
proved they had been fired from a .32-caliber
revolver. But he found nothing.
Before starting out for the scene of the
murder, he’d had a wire sent off to the police
in New York, asking them to check on the
address at 158th Street in New York City,
which had been written on the six empty
envelopes by the same unknown hand. It
was with a hope that something might have
emerged from this inquiry that Virelli hur-
ried back to héadquarters.
As he drove his car up to the space usually
reserved for it before the police station, he
was surprised to see it taken—by a horse-
drawn hearse. Holding the horse’s head
was the junior partner of one of Bridgeport’s
Italian undertaking firms. Virelli knew him
casually and, as he passed to park his car
further down the street, he braked and called
in Italian, “Picking someone up?”
“The other way around,” the man replied
gloomily. “You better go inside and see the
boss.” .
Judson’s voice, raised in anger, and the
high-pitched tones of an excited Italian
vainly trying to make himself understood,
made a babel of sound as Virelli strode inio
the office. Utter relief transformed the
senior undertaker’s face as he saw the de-
tective. He rushed forward to entreat his
help.
“What's up, Angelo?” Virelli said, but
Judson stepped in front, determined to be
first.
“Listen,” he said. “This guy has just de-
livered us a corpse. He says he can explain
everything. All I can say is it had better be
good. His corpse has got a bullet through
its stomach.”
Angelo bounced forward like a rubber
ball. “Mr. Virelli, Mr. Virelli,” he cried.
clutching the officer’s coat. After talking
an Italian blue streak for three minutes, the
little man collapsed in a chair and started
mopping his brow.
“Come on, what does he say?” Judson
cried, ;
“That he didn’t do it,” said Virelli. “Let
him get his wind. He’s only halfway
through the story.”
It was 20 minutes before Virelli could
start translating, and this gave Judson time
(Continued on page-63)
inside photography
UTUMN means harvest, harvest means
Thanksgiving, Thanksgiving means pic-
tures, and pictures mean fun. This
time the fun of making pictures is chiefly
concerned with the, family, for no other
holiday has so strong a call on family ties.
No other day in the year finds all the mem-
bers of the clan trying so hard to get home
even if it is only for the few hours around
the table.
Because of the chance of seeing uncles
and cousins. who are almost strangers the
rest of the year, there are opportunities for
simple portraits either indoors or out and
there is the perfect setup for a short movie
of more than average permanent interest.
But it is also an informal day which, trans-
lated into photography, means candid pic-
tures or, at least, posed shots that show
neither interest in the photographer nor
consciousness of his camera.
Let’s: see about the still pictures first and
then get around to the movie shooting.
You'll undoubtedly be using several models,
so the first step is to find a suitable place.
The background should be simple so that
it will not detract attention from your real
subject, but it might well be a familiar part
of the house or some spot near it that will
add to the homey feeling.
The outdoors setting must be chosen with
the light in mind, and the chief factor in
that is side lighting, the kind the profes--
sional uses with one big light above and to
the side and another near the camera. If
the high one is about 45 degrees above the
sitter and at that same angle from the lens-
model line, the modeling of the face will be
satisfactory, and the second light only fills
in the shadows from about two-thirds as
far away as the high one. That takes care
of artificial lighting with No. 1 or No. 2
flood bulbs in reflectors, and your camera
store will give you the General Electric
triangle lighting chart for full information.
In sunlight try for the 45-degree angle to
the sun and place a fairly large light-colored
reflector on the shadow side to do the fill-in
job. It may be a light wall or a white sheet
hung outside the camera’s range.
With such a setup, the same exposures
that you use for any regular daylight shoot-
ing will do the: trick nicely and the only
problem is the expression and pose. These
really are just as important as any technical
part of the portrait making. A compara-
tively poorly exposed shot of Aunt Sally
will be highly successful if you catch one
of her characteristic expressions—that smile
that everyone so loves. But a_ perfectly
exposed and printed photograph of her only
proves that she has the customary number
of ears, eyes and other normal features if
you just make a map of her with no special
expression.
That means that you must get all the
‘technical parts of the portrait. just as you
want them and then wait for her to look
right. Get her mind away from that awful
camera by talking about something she en-
joys, and then let her talk too. When she
shows her interest in her face, shoot fast. Be
ready to waste some film in order to get ex-
actly what you and everybody else will like
and admire. Film is dirt cheap compared
with a really good picture.
Incidentally, don’t forget to shoot the
turkey as it comes out of the oven (the
photo at the top of the page is an example)
and before the wolves get at it, and don’t
miss the picture of the loaded dinner table.
It is easy to do with a flash bulb and the
battery case your camera store will sell you
for “open flash” exposures. Measure the
distance from the bulb to the table—its
center is a good spot to measure from if
the camera can be placed not less than six
feet from the near edge—and then use the
figures given by the bulb manufacturer to
determine the proper diaphragm setting to
use. Then with the camera on some solid
support so that it won’t move, open the
shutter on the “bulb” setting, fire the bulb
and close the shutter again. It’s all that
easy—and the same technique can be used
for any number of exciting pictures of the
group after dinner. Such a shot of Uncle
Abner might make good blackmail too if
you make it while he’s sleeping off that
too-much-dinner feeling.
The Thanksgiving movie needs more of
what the golfers call “follow through” in
your planning. A series of stills only needs
the sudden decision, (Continued on page 71)
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19
ieated shoes—or
ordered. “That’s
all along that
| that anybody
aight was badly
ed that he not
trom his prison
ut actually had
for willful in-
id here’s some-
prison, he tat-
vith a motive,”
be too hasty.
with a gun that
fopson's body.”
ce Came sooner
hope when the
the cafe owner
hway paid off
1oned to report
‘d Bobby Stan-
tic pistol from
Thursday, just
murdered.
id tells me he
ver the week-
e doesn’t know
questioning of
1 over to Cap-
hen taking
derson with
where they
s young Stan-
< was another
it, son,” Holt
way you can
pistol in his
e one who has
murder. But
rap for Lester
t worked.
iow, then,” he
it to Brown.”
s order.
‘y if they wan-
! in search of
Lester Brown
duty at noon.
i man alone?”
“You're not
«k to Orange,
th a lecture
then -con-
with the evi-
shrugged off
il and met ad-
silence. Then
e office door
fiddleton who,
sent him to
noment their
Lester Brown
u're my Jo-
hose shoes?
idmitted. “Up
othes I wore
ne out there
ing you want
ered.
little of his
soured out
of vicious
>a grudge
auministered
the Louisi-
45, and that
son, to return
to Orange and square the account. That
determination had prompted him to borrow
the Stanton youth’s pistol on Saturday night.
The kidnaping, as he related it, had taken
place just as Nance and Holt had recon-
structed. Arriving at the lonely spot, he
had ordered Hopson into the brush and
punctuated the command with a single shot
fired into the air. That shot accounted for
the extra spent shell.
“Then what?” Holt prompted.
“I made him squat down on the ground
about four feet away, facing me, ‘and I kept
the gun on him,” Brown continued. “We sat
there in the moonlight for a while and |
just kidded him. I asked him if he remem-
bered me, and he said he did.
“That's fine,’ I told him. ‘Count out your
money. I’m going to kill you.’”
Hopson had complied, and Brown said
that he had kept about $30 in currency and
handed back the small change.
“Then he commenced to plead, ‘Buddy,
don’t kill me!’” the ex-convict continued
with evident relish, “I said, ‘I’m not going
to kill you, I’m just going to play with you
a little bit.”
Brown said, he had waited just long enough
for Hopson to snatch at hope once more,
then he had deliberately shot the cab driver,
first in the head, then in the chest and leg.
“But that didn’t seem to kill him,” Brown
said. “He was the hardest man to kill I ever
saw.
With only occasional prompting, the young
suspect related that he had picked up the
club which lay nearby and started beating
Hopson over the head. The dying cabbie
had thrown up his arms to protect himself,
but finally had collapsed. Satisfied that the
man was dead, Brown said he had taken
Hopson’s body by the heels and dragged it
to the spot where it was found on Sunday
morning. :
“About that time,” he continued, “a car
came by on the road, and I ducked down be-
hind some bushes. When I looked around
again, there was Hopson sitting up!”
Brown then had found the freight car stake
and had belabored the defenseless victim until
he knew that he was dead.
He had loaded the stake into Hopson’s cab
and driven away, only to stop and discard in
in the weeds, then ditch the cab farther on.
At the conclusion of Brown's blood chilling
confession, Deputy Sheriff Mitchell pulled up
the young man’s shirt sleeve, and bared the
two numerals tattooed in blue just below
Brown’s left elbow.
“Thirteen,” he said grimly. “The same
number as Hopson’s cab.”
Brown regarded the number ruefully.
“Yeah,” he said. “I knew the damned thing
would get me. Thirteen is a hoodoo.”
Hastening to Brown’s home near Maurice-
ville, Holt and the rangers found the youth’s
cleated shoes in the attic, just where he had
told them, and with them a bloodstained shirt
and pair of trousers. Comparison with the
cast left no doubt that Lester Brown's shoe
had made the print found at the scene of the
murder. Tests in the Texas state crime
laboratory at Austin showed that the blood
on the garments was that of a human and
other tests proved conclusively that the bul-
lets recovered from Hopson’s body had been
fired from Bobby Stanton’s pistol.
With this evidence, a hurriedly called
grand jury at Orange indicted Lester Brown
for murder June 25, only five days after
Hopson’s body was discovered. As this is
written, the 20-year-old ex-con who con-
fessed to the crime has not yet come to trial.
Eprtor’s Note: To spare possible embar-
rassment to innocent persons, the names
Charles Pettigrew and Bobby Stanton, used
in this story are fictitious,
Vengeance on the
Jilting Countess
(Continued from page 19)
to calm down. He listened quietly as Virelli
told him the details. An Italian had driven
up to Angelo’s undertaking parlor two days
before. In the back of his sedan was propped
a dead man. He carried a phony doctor’s
certificate saying the man had died of
ptomaine poisoning.
“Next thing Angelo knew,” Virelli went
on, “This Italian gangster had carried the
stiff into his parlor, handed him the doctor’s
certificate and a $500 bribe, and prepared to
leave. He made no pretence of hiding the
bullet hole and threatened to come back to
shoot Angelo if he opened his mouth.”
Judson stared at the undertaker then at
Virelli. “Who was he?”
“He won't tell me. He’s scared he'll bump
him off. It took him two days to get
enough courage to report to us. Where's
the body now? In the morgue ?”
Judson nodded, and called to the sergeant
to send away the man with the hearse, but not
to allow Angelo to go. He then beckoned
Virelli to follow him.
HE MORGUE’S hard ceiling light high-
lighced the fine lines of the dead man’s fea-
tures. A few slabs away lay the countess.
Virelli, his eyes wandering from one to the
other; was startled to notice a strange simi-
larity. Not a family resemblance, but as if
they had been cast from the same fine mold.
He commented on.this, and Judson gave
him a sharp look. “Angelo helped us down
with him”—Judson pointed to the shot man—
“and nearly ppt g out when he saw the
countess. He looked even greener than the
morgue light warrants.”
“Did he explain?” : :
Judson shook his head slowly. “Said’ he
didn’t know her. In the voice of a scared
rabbit. Odd behavior for a professional un-
dertaker.” ‘
Virelli was thoughtful for a moment, then
pointed to the man and asked, “Was he shot
with a .32-caliber bullet too ?”
Judson told him that was what they had
come to find out. At that moment a door
opened at the far end of the morgue and the
medical examiner entered bearing a small
white enamel tray. On it were laid two me I
slugs. “They were both fired from the samé
gun,” the doctor said.
Judson took them and silently gazed at
Virelli. “Looks like you were right. A
passion killing. A double-header.. Who
was killed first?” he said turning to the
doctor.
“The man,” the medic replied.
“First Romeo, then Juliet,” Judson said,
unusually poetic. He handed the tray to the
lab assistant. “If we can only make. this
undertaker talk we'll have the killer’s name.”
“I don’t think he’ll talk,” said Virelli.
“I know Angelo too well.”
And Virelli was right. However, during a
long, patient probing of the frightened under-
taker, he gleaned only one new interesting
fact. The man did not know the countess,
but he admitted to having buried the countess’
husband six months previously. But when
Virelli had asked him for the count’s address
the man had shaken his head rapidly and
opened his eyes wide in fear.
“I think,” said Virelli to Judson, after the
undertaker had been told to wait in the ante-
room, “I’ll pay a visit to Angelo’s funeral
home. Will you hold him here a bit longer ?”
Judson nodded.
About an hour later the chief answered the
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FROM THE INSIDE FILES OF CONNECTICUT
HE ANCIENT TREES, their limbs like groping
arms,-drooped down to the very tombstones and of
a winter night the wind moaned as if it were the voice
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early, the graveyard on the Shelton Road, near Bridge-
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years and was as used to eerie sounds and inexplicable
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One night in October, when the moon was riding the
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on his way home from the church, and was annoyed
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The gravedigger did-not believe in ghosts, but what
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By John N. M
IN BULLETS C
Deaf Mutes Can’t Scream Bloody Murder
(continued from page 45)
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his coat tensed for a break, but we gave
him no chance. We crowded him into a
passing taxi and drove back to the Third
Branch police station. Castelli was seated
at a desk outside the captain’s office
when we brought Vetter in. He reached
for a pencil.
“Not him!’’ he wrote, holding the note
for us to see.
We passed without responding and
closed the door behind us when we en-
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started from her seat, eyes never leaving
Vetter’s face.
“You've got him this time,”’ she ex-
claimed. ‘‘He’s even wearing the same
gray topcoat I told you about.”
“Did you kill Mrs. Castelli?’’ Jones
wrote upon his pad.
There was no change of expression as
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Vetter read the note. ‘‘No, I did not,"*k
h Vetter grabbed the pencil and began to
» wnte. As policemen, we were all accus-
tomed to the sordid side of life, but this
- ' ; d didn’t prepare us for the
d by, Castelli, who remained og "ckgroun |
side Scene and more nervousa @acabre tale unfolding from the deaf
his eyes constantly flitted towards & "le scratching pencil.
captain’s office. Once when the do In the midst of this slow and tedious
swung open he stretched his neck a examination, 1 thought again of Vetter’s
saw us crowded around Vetter watchiy *S!stence that the room have a large
him write. As the husband watched doset. In that instant I knew the explana-
detective slapped the prisoner on ton for those two drying heaps of stone
back in a friendly manner. Then Jon and lint on the closet floor. I went out to
the dq Castelli and grabbed a pad of paper.
pei up and loudly ordered the da “Vetter never killed your wife,’ I
The situation was really not as it wrote. ‘‘You did. You were hidden in that
peared to Castelli. We were only trying! closet."’ I shoved the note savagely at him
: , and watched the sweat pour from the
, of
get Vetter to talk. Despite Mrs. Muns man's forehead. But I wasn’t through yet.
positive identification, he still denied k :
ling Mrs. Castelli. The hours passed a ; japon! piece of paper and con-
we were getting nowhere. Then therew “B oO write: . aa
a light rap upon the door. An officere wae AnOWwnNg When You eareres the
: house. Standing waiting inside that
tered to tell us that Castelli wanted mo ”
closet, your trouser legs felt uncomfort-
paper. In a few moments, this same| ; :
face returned with a folded note from Set 22 YOu emptied the cuffs of snow
and other accumulations.’’ Then I bluf-
— It was addressed to Cordt fed for I had not yet had these small
oak ‘ag will cone Get id woe'me,”4 Seapings analyzed. I reached into my
winskegetesd “I am willing to tell you pocket and drew out the envelope con-
" ee, eae taining the gravel bits. ‘‘ These came from
When Mix went out into the corrié your trousers, and I can Prove it.”
he found Castelli had changed his mit ,<*cll! read my message in silence.
He would say nothing. en he shrugged and reached for a pen-
noth a , cil, all bravado gone.
‘*Very well,’” Mix wrote, ‘‘but thi i, : he< Ma i
your last chance to talk. There’s red Yau are right,” he agreed. “'T'vg had
. : # in for i ‘
nothing you can tell us. We've learned: her ever since she had me ar
rested.”*
there is to know.”
Castelli watched Mix vanish back! As the two men related what had hap-
side the office with a look of hatred. Fo pened on the growing bits of paper, we
: realized we were face to face with a
nhis seatl scant
heresy ei a eis tal upon! ©4:blooded plot that defied credibility.
: kxeph Castelli was 24 years old; Frank
dexk and rains ae = the 4 Vetter was 23. Deiwn: toecthiek by the
through which Mix had Pav ee ollow ME unfortunate affliction, they had
’ : Neen pals since boyhood school days.
morning when Castelli reached fot! thei affection for one another wis
pencil. He scribbled ° ape noes timulated by the realization they were
pad og motioned to an officer stam fy ever shut off from the rest of the world,
nearby. .,. tying in perpetual silence.
When Mix returned to the captain's Cacieil, two yeaes ‘befobe, bad. inet
fice an hour or so before, he had 9 fddie Ruel. The two became friends and
Castelli S message In such a way | Castelli visited Ruel’s home where he met
cited Vetter’s curiosity. The es Sia. youtia nad attractive wife, ihe mether
iety mounted as one after another ‘ ef three children. These visits became a
police officials read this note and ! tgular part of Castelli’s life, and he be-
shot accusing glances at the prisonel came more and more interested in the
P ‘ i an appa : :
ting beneath hot lights. After an app’ young wife. Eventually he discovered
conference, Jones wrote a short mest 4. inieteet wead-ccturned. Six mocthe
which we all read and okayed. The ter, he persuaded the woman to leave
handed it to Vetter. + Ser husband. Sh i
: F x JS and. She secured a divorce and
io says. you! kiled bss ore "amed Castelli with Vetter as best man.
an ear nt ha stole the Je hey moved into an attractive apart-
and dispose . , Penton 103rd Street, in the same buildin
Vetter was angry. He grabbed a p@ pny on the same floor as the bride’
and bore down heavily upon the papel eather, who took care of the three chil-
didn’t kill his wife,” the response en. For a time the young couple were
‘As for the jewelry, he gave it to M™ very), T : I
“If that is true,’ Jones wrote b# Ppy. Then Castelli grew lazy, res-
$d his position, and made his wife
’ H ¢ ¢ : , goto
“you'd best tell us just what happef werk He be . :
Otherwise, we are preferring a came harsh and abusive, and
: «8 night k
degree murder charge against you." ent knocked her down.
scribbled in reply. I must admit that
manner carried conviction.
An hour passed, and then another ho
meg, Castelli had her husband ar-
(continued on next page) ,’"**'ed and he spent six months on
Blackwell's Island. News of this was
published in the deaf and dumb news-
paper which served New York readers,
Vetter went to the apartment to express
his sympathy. One call led to another and
when Castelli left prison he found his wife
and Vetter had become close friends, He
saw nothing wrong in this relationship
and told his old friend he was always wel-
come.
Castelli got a job, but it didn’t last long
and soon he again suggested his wife sup-
port the family. Then she discovered he
had found and spent her savings. She was
furious. She said that if he tried to force
her back to work she would tell the police
what he did and he would go back to
prison.
The husband never had a moment of
peace, he said, from then on. His resent-
ment grew to becoming an overpowering
burden. He decided his wife was becom-
ing a nuisance. He approached his old
friend, Vetter, to see if he would assist in
disposing of the woman.
“IT told him I wanted her killed and out
of the way,”’ he stated in his official con-
fession. ‘‘Vetter agreed this might be a
good thing. He told me Annie had grown
to like him and he felt she could become
persuaded to do whatever he suggested. I
asked him if he could get her out of town
on a pretended elopement and he said he
would try.”’
The two laid their plans, which started
with a violent ‘‘quarrel’’ between the men
in the Castelli apartment on Friday, April
21. Vetter stole back after the husband
had left. ‘‘There’s no need for you to take
this abuse,’’ he gestured. ‘‘Come with me
and I'll give you a good home, better than
this, one with things in it your husband is
too stingy to buy.”
‘*Will you be good to me?”’ the woman
signalled.
‘And how,” Vetter had signalled with
his fingers. The woman nestled happily in
his arms.
They decided to slip away from New
York on Easter morning while the hus-
band was in church. Then the false lover
told Castelli it was all arranged. The two
made arrangements for the murder which
would take place in New Haven. Castelli
gave Vetter one hundred dollars in small
bills for incidental expenses.
The man and woman left the apartment
furtively on Easter morning and hurried
to the 125th Street station. Once or twice
the wife looked behind anxiously, but she
saw nothing. But when they entered the
train, Castelli swung onto the rear car. He
watched them leave the train in New
Haven and he didn’t jump off the train
until it was pulling out. He found a pile of
junk iron and hid a long railroad bar in his
suitcase. He knew the couple would
pause outside the railroad station, be-
cause Vetter had promised to do so.
Castelli followed his wife and Vetter,
always remaining a block or two behind.
The couple went through Meadow Street
to George, stopping occasionally to
scribble a note asking about a room, Fi-
nally, he saw them turn into the lodging
house on Crown Street and noticed the
landlady ask them inside, Several mi-
nutes later, Vetter raised the shades. This
was a signal between the two men that all
was well.
Castelli waited until he saw the pair
leave the house and followed them to a
George Street restaurant. He ducked into
anearby doorway and Vetter joined hima
few minutes later.
‘*Everything is going all right,”’ he sig-
nalled. ‘‘She suspects nothing.”’
‘*Where is the passkey?’’ the husband
motioned.
‘*The landlady keeps it under a corner
of the front doormat. Unlock the door,
put the key back. The door of our room is
open. The closet is large. Is everything
else ready?”
‘*Everything,’’ Castelli indicated with
his fingers. “I'll go up there and wait.
Keep her away from the closet until you
are ready.’’ Castelli reached into a pocket
and pulled out a blackjack. ‘‘You may
needit,’”’ he signalled. ‘‘Don't be afraid to
use it if she tries to get away.”’
As the husband hurried down the
street, the lover returned to his
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n : vleyiiaa was ae “Ht is my wife. He must have killed urne : o Jones, who nodded in ce woe Enclosed is my check or money order for $___——________----
responded with surprise. her.” iyponse. Mix left the room and returned ts, SAEED Name
—e. i far coat with green fining. We grilled the man as best we coulf *ith Mrs. Munson. As she entered, one _RE pio cane aaa a
The h band reported her disappearance with pencil and paper to learn who **he! espe eta he | pen a sharp jab Se es =
€ husbe es P “cage sng she sent WS. Castelli wrote that he didn’t knoy ¥ith his elbow. The hus and looked up, L :
early Monday oe ed Seta she and had no knowledge that would hel straight into Mrs. Munson’s eyes. She it and then handed it to the New Haven badges quite visibly displayed. ‘We're " Dee
hima postcard | epi nae ah nthe tracking "him" down. j returned the stare blankly. r landlady who studied the picture criti- going back to King Street,’ Cassidy an- eta
was eloping ee — er man. eMartini got the captain and myselft Who is he?” she asked. ‘‘This is not cally. ; nounced with twinkling eyes. ‘‘I think :4
am Castell She lived with her one side and told us that from inquirié es man who came to my house toaskfor ‘Never saw him before in my life,’ she Brooklyn is in for a serious epidemic.”’ i
husband at 313 East 103rd Street.”” the two detectives had made at th tones and I could hardly beli said. 99 : We went back to the large apartment i
s ae foray GG husband's apartment house, they fou iz ould hardly believe our Then look at the others,”’ the captain house, starting at the basement and going ey
Who did she run off with? 1 asked ap : ears. “Not the man,”’ we both exclaimed d AT
<aptat out Castelli had been trying to sell : ‘ , oe claimed suggested. from door to door. At every apartment we aa
Ee eail dsaid he didn’t know, but furniture ever since he received the pot ® unison. Are you sure? . She slowly peered at the collection, took names, business addresses, and list- i
‘The 1usbanc Br e nie the on card. | ‘‘Positive,”” was the response. ‘‘He and then stopped abruptly when she ings of all the occupants. We even ex- ‘a
wait a minute. : Seiten . Show us the postcard your wife set ‘4 dark hair and dark eyes, but the re- found a large colored photograph. “This amined children’s throats and ears, secur- bf
seats an rand Fel D Martini entered you from New Haven,”’ Jones wrote af semblance ends there. 7 ___ is the man,” she asserted. The husband _ ing in the process the family history. The ate :
rick Cassity a8 a 7 le en eaves. shoved the note to the grieving husban Mix spoke for all of us. ‘Then who did saw the photograph in Mrs. Munson's Vetter family was tucked away on the Eide
i sap is idy ae liken Rae The husband reached into his pock til her?" he wondered aloud. hands and was aware of the excitementin fourth floor. Lil
sonally. — ta : rit Hic ine and handed the card over. A photograf * aptain Jones called Cassidy and De- the room. “Is this all of you?’’ Cassidy asked, as :
and was quic hi nie wad eyed him of the Court House was on the pictut rtini to one side and spoke to them for He grabbed for a pencil and wrote furi- he went through his now familiar routine. ate
genuity and fast t aa . er euntieds side: on the message side the follow vined After they hurried out, Jones ously: “‘It can’t be him. He is my very The woman he was questioning said
from many eae aoe heer pwere was written: 8 ah he was playing a hunch. best friend. There is some mistake.” there was one more member to her fam-
DeMartint's amncene®. ° ; al 7” atation “Tam going to elope with a man.” | eanwhile, the tedious grilling with writ- Mrs. Munson was indignant. ‘‘There is _ ily. ‘‘I have a boy, Frank,” she replied.
earned him an i tne eee ce wah I looked at the postmark. The card q"® notes continued. The husband wrote no mistake,” she asserted. ‘‘That’s the ‘‘He is playing in a theater over in New i! 3
and his exciting a ventures been mailed from New Haven East a" and again that he knew no more man. I'd know him anywhere.” York. I don’t expect him home until 5 PEGs i
sa Oak with Joseph Cas- Sunday night. The stamp wis cancelk “y pe he had already told us. Who is he?”” Jones wrote to Castelli. p.m.’’ Cassidy dismissed the matter as tf
FINEST QUALITY DOUBLE-EDGED TEMPFRED we ee - ee lained to the two at 6:10 p.m. 1 pulled out the enveldf — on information supplied by the ‘‘Where does he live? unimportant.
STAINLESS STEEL BLADE telli, cape rath oa on Fast 103rd aontaining the message given to Mint r, Jones got in touch with the dead The husband scrawled a reluctant “There will be more inspectors along
detectives. ‘“He s ' : em oie aise ctrncon by the dead girl. We compalt sivas Mrs. Vincenzie Fertia, and _ reply. The man’s name was Frank Vetter. ina day or so,’ he answered offhandedly.
Tough Enough to Cut Metal Street who repar e : habeas is ng. the two handwritings and immediatt «) . Joseph. She was shown the clo- He wasa deaf-mute vaudeville performer “I'll make a note for them to see him.”’ |
Great for Breads & Sponge Cake Bring him in at once bu SE nat ice ie Such down from New Haven. who specialized in exhibition bag punch- Then we were off ringing doorbells at Wha
Slides Through Meat Like Butter thing: he detectives had a chance to That woman never wrote this pd te irmed the husband s identifica- ing and he lived on King Street in Brook- another apartment. We finally finished at I
ee Foods With Ease Be i ye - sarin a sean about card,” DeMartini exclaimed. “Thereby... ob ie —— the two loathed lyn. At first, Castelli insisted he did not 4:30 p.m., crossed the street and hid ina Hite
) : You Like eave the 0 Ice, et semblance, but that's all. Look how . s the son led his hysterical know the house number but finally he doorway. From this location we could not ?
Slices Vegetables Thin as 10U the message Castelli received from his — rese! » dU - mother away, Jones swung about in his gave it. only watch the rt t bef b til
Side 1—A Precision Honed. Razor | | wife in New Haven. Jones told the depart- capital letters ae ase a hair to face Castelli. “There must be Captain Jones turned to Cassidy, told could see for eee Glocks in euhier ai
Sharp Tempered Stainless Steel ing detectives to bring back the pose fe seenhd cudowened it over: “Your Then you suspect,’” he wrote. him to go to the address with me to see _ rection. We waited and a few minutes | ly
Blade. Side 2— Hollow Ground the husband had shewn® oe a ven never wrote that message. It is not here x usband thought deeply before he what we could find out. It was early after- past five the detective nudged my arm. |
Saw-like Serrated Edge. Cuts I called Coroner Mix in New ven handwriting.” ve . a reply: “I can only think of noon when we climbed the steep stairs ‘That looks like him coming now.”” ae
Fresh/Frozen Foods with Ease while waiting for the Se corer te a “My wife wrote that card,” Cast, ee uel (fictitious). She divorced him _ leading froma Brooklyn subway exit. We | Cassidy waited until the man almost ae
Special Fork-tip for Piercing and I told him | thought we ha yen ‘asked penned back in protest. “1 wou Cassi sa -_ went to the King Street address and dis- reached the entrance to his apartment. ane
Picking Up Food e pei tN rama acolem vadk d Per handwriting anywhere.” He sta sidy and DeMartini returned from covered it was an apartment building ‘‘Stay out of sight but be ready for any- it
ae wwe eee im to bring Mrs. ‘ © ae
it mysterious errand, and Cassidy housing over 30 families. There was no_ thing,”’ he instructed me.
T Sherit Trading Co. Dept. Satisfaction ! once, together with the deaf mute’s : put Legare aes eel ve the captain a flat package wrapped way we could locate Vetter’s apartment, As the man turned into the apartment -
Oats te sxe i clothes. He promised to catch the next ec rie and placed it on the een Paper. “We went through his for the people, eyeing us with suspicion, doorway, Cassidy sprang out onto the ate
iDpiease rush me __— Amazing ; train, arked that I ver next to the postcard. We com hag as you instructed,” he said. refused to speak. Cassidy drew me to one sidewalk. ha
Knives at $4.99 plus 75c (postage &y When I hung up, Jones remareee the two samples of handwriting. | Jo se were all we could find.” side. “Prank. Oh, Frank,’” he called. i
handling) each. 1 | might have trouble getting infor cat “Look at the word ‘wife,’ ” Cas Nes opened the package and a dozen ‘“We won't get anywhere here as police The man couldn't hear us, of course,
jEnclosed is my check or money order 1 | from the dead girl’s husband, he was dea nserved, “These two messages . Photographs tumbled out upon the officers,"’ he explained. ‘They close up and he disappeared through the entrance
jfor $ “s ' and dumb, too. : astelli tes 6 the same hand.” Although brag: The group included snapshots, the instant we start to question them. doors.
Name ____-______— ! The detectives returned with Caste”! Ce ttn on the postcard was i photos, postcards, and colored en- Let's take the easier way.” “Quick,” Cassidy ordered. ‘This is a i
; t | shortly after [1 a.m. We think we may em As S aed ther similarities A ie They were all of men. Jones I followed Cassidy down the street and tough neighborhood, I want to get him ,
Address — ——— 1 | have some news for you regarding your peed 4 cones cccused the husband hse them out before him and penned we entered a large brick building several before the whole neighborhood is +
i City ‘state. Zip_ —— ' wife.’ Captain Jones wrote onapadand pear’ * the postcard. Castelli prot er message for Castelli: “Which blocks away. When we emerged a few aroused.” 4
le ew ee pushed it over for him to read. writing the pos , q tell ‘he wrote. minutes later we were, to all intents and }
| watched the man’s face brighten, but (continued on next page) -astelli picked one out.Joneslooked at purposes, board of health inspectors with (continued on next page)
45
Deaf Mutes Can’t Scream Bloody Murder
(centinued fram page 21)
a fractured skull and bruises. | want you
to take a photographer and go up to the
Coroner's Office right away.”
I asked who the woman was.
**Nobody knows,’ Donnelly replied.
‘For some reason or other, Mrs. Munson
did not learn their names, their business,
or where they came from.”
I called our police photographer to get a
picture of the dead girl for identification
purposes. Then I picked up a stenog-
rapher and went to see Mix. He could add
little to the facts I already knew, so we
hurried on to the Crown Street lodging
house. | found Mrs. Munson and her
boarders very much upset when I took
their statements. The landlady said she
was hurrying to get to church when the
couple arrived. They seemed so tired she
decided to have them sign the register
after she returned from church. The cou-
ple was out when she returned, and she
did not go to their room again until the
body was diseavered. | asked her what
_the man lookéd like.
“He was about 28, very handsome,
with sharp black eyes and dark hair,’’ she
replied. **He wore a light gray topcoat
and a black-and-white cap dotted with
red.*’ She added that he wore a blue serge
suit.
**A respectable-looking couple, they
were, she asserted. “So well-groomed
and such perfect manners with him acting
crazy over her. | thought they were bride
and groom. He had money, too. When he
paid the rent, he took the money from a
big roll in his pocket.”
I learned this man was about five-feet-
eight and was smooth-faced with a dark
complexion. He was also wearinga bright
green tie. This was a most excellent de-
scription. Leave it to a landlady to be
observant, | thought, especially when
there is no baggage.
**Where did the poison come from?” I
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asked Mrs. Munson.
She replied she didn’t know; that it
wasn't thers the day before when the
room was cleaned. *tAs you knew,”* she
added, “‘it was an empty bettle of -
iodine.”
“Did the girl have a pocketbook with
her?”
“If she did, I didn’t see it nor have I
been able to find it in the room. But when
she took off her gloves, I noticed she was
wearing two diamond rings. I bet they
were worth $500 apiece if they were
worth anything.”
*“Was she wearing them when you
found her?”
**| don’t remember, but now that you
mention it I don’t recall seeing them at
_ that time. But you can find that out at the
hospital."*
She took me upstairs to the front room
occupied by the couple. She had left it
untouched pending the police investiga-
tion. It was immediately apparent a ter-
rific struggle had taken place there.
Although she couldn't cry out an
alarm, the victim had put up a desperate
struggle. Furniture was overturned and
some heavy pieces had been moved out of
place. Upholstery was soaked with
blood. Near an overturned wicker chair
directly in front of a large closet, a dark
reddish brown trail led to a low window
seat where a congealed pool indicated the
young woman had remained for some
time. Mrs. Munson watched my inspec-
tion with keen interest. ;
“IT noticed these marks yesterday af-
ternoon,”’ she told me. *‘I tried to tell the
doctor about them but he wasn't in-
terested." She indicated bloody impres-
sions of the victim's hands against the
white wooden sashes. Other marks upon
the otherwise spotless glass panes bore
shocking witness to the fruitless efforts of
a mute woman trying desperately to at-
tract the attention of passersby. Probably
these attempts had ended in frustration
due to the gale which had sprung up at
that time.
“One of the lodgers told me that when
he first heard noises in the room he tried
to open the door but found it blocked,”* |
said. ‘‘But when you tried the door a few y
minutes later, it opened freely. Do you ¥
think the woman had fallen against the
door and become confused when she re-
gained consciousness and crawled away
from it instead of opening it?”
‘Il suppose that might have hap-
pened,’ she responded thoughtfully,
‘but I can’t get that closet out of my
mind. The man in his note said he
wouldn't take a room unless it had a large
closet. | can’t help but wonder if he
wasn't hiding.in the closet when we Came Smeg,
in and discovered the girl.*’
‘*But you would have seen him when
he slipped out,’* I reminded her.
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“| suppose, but the hallway was dimly
iighted. This room was dark and we were
all very excited.”
“One of your lodgeys said he had seen
him just a few minutes before.”
“He wasn't sure," the landlady ob-
served. He thought he saw him standing
ty the door when he came out of his
room. Later he said he met him leaving as
he came in the outside door. You know
how hard itis, sergeant, to get an accurate
eyewitness account.”
| asked if she had kept any of the notes
the man had written.
“He kept them all, kept slipping them
mto his pocket as soon as I had read them.
But | have one from the girl. | came ac-
ross it in my room this morning.”’
I secured this note and saw it was writ-
ten on a small sheet of cheap white paper
of the type carried by all five-and-ten-
ent stores. It bore no watermarks or
other characteristics by which it could be
traced. The message was written in a
clear, flowing hand with a medium soft
pencil. I put it carefully into an envelope
to be processed later for latent finger-
pnnts. Then other business occupied my
sind, and it would be later before I would
‘earn of the valuable secrets contained in
this small slip of paper.
| stalked over and threw open the
closet door. There was nothing sinister or
ysterious about it in the broad daylight.
The coat hangers on the central pole were
‘are and the closet was empty. I stepped
vide for a better look and ina far corner
eeticed two drying heaps of stone bits,
rand lint. | had no idea what they were
ot why they were on the floor. On im-
alse, | scooped them into an envelope to
‘ater examine.
Further questioning proved of little
Yalue, and some of the lodgers were un-
svailable for statements. As I left, Mrs.
Munson clasped my hand and looked im-
sonngly at me. ‘I can’t help think,”* she
“ed, “that the closet played a more hor-
Me part than we realize in what went on
* that room.”
At the hospital I leamed that the girl
“ore no rings or other jewelry when she
*as admitted. A photograph was taken
J the body removed to the Lewis &
aycock undertaking parlor at 1112
‘apel Street to await identification,
& went next to the New Haven railroad
‘ation where I questioned ticket agents
sw other employees on duty the previous
‘emoon. | had to wait for the ticket
™t who had been in charge but it
aphiogs worth it. He remembered seeing
™an who answered my description.
man of that description was here at
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the Springfield and railroad police and
then drove down to the undertaking
rooms. I carefully examined the dead
girl's possessions after the undertaker
told me the body had no birthmarks,
moles, or scars that might aid in identifi-
cation,
Her clothing was expensive but there
were no identifying marks in the green
lining of the black fur coat or on the dark
straw hat. The dealer's name in her mod-
ish shoes had been obliterated by wear. In
fact, only one piece of clothing struck a
discordant note. This was a cheaply made
slip of rather sleazy material.
When | held it up I could tell it had been
clumsily fashioned and a closer inspec-
tion made me conclude that this under-
garment might have been mass produced
in some institution where the girl could
have stayed.
Because the Springfield clue was fresh
in my mind, I thought of the Clarke
School for the Deaf in Northampton,
Massachusetts, where Mrs. Calvin
Coolidge had once taught. I telegraphed
the victim's description to authorities
there. Later that night I received word
they did not know her. At the same time,
our Springfield lead on the alleged hus-
band also proved to be another man.
; I secured a list of other New England
institutions and queried them by tele-
graph and drew all blanks. I had been
assuming the pair came from that part of
the country and now realized this might
be wrong. I remembered that 80 miles to
the south, in New York City, the High-
bridge Institute operated for such unfor-
tunates. Maybe I could learn something
there.
I caught the morning train for New
York early the next morning. This insti-
tute was in upper Manhattan, so I got off
the train at 125th Street and went to a
nearby police station to see my friend.
Captain William Jones, who was in
charge of the precinct then known as the
Third Branch. I needed advice on how to
proceed. As I entered this office. he pul-
led up a chair and pushed a box of cigars
my way.
**What brings you to the big town?" he
asked with a grin.
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Deaf Mutes Can’t Scream Bloody Murder
(continued from page 47)
weetheart who welcomed him warmly.
le ate heartily and then they walked back
> their room. On the way, she wondered
‘she should have left her husband a note.
We'll take care of that later,’ Vetter
eplied.
He watched her every move in the
oom, holding her in his arms and cares-
ing her. Moving the wicker chair directly
n front of the closet door, and holding her
ight so she could not get away, he kissed
rer with his eyes intent upon the slowly
ypening door. Vetter watched gloved
iands raise the railroad iron higher and
iigher. Then the murderer struck.
‘She fell the fwst time I hit her,’’ Cas-
elli wrote in his official confession. ‘‘I hit
ver more around the head to make sure
he was dead. Blood streamed from her
vounds, but I was careful. I got a little on
ny gloves and I washed this off.’’
Speaking ofthese blows, Vetter wrote:
‘T was holding her in my arms and kissing
rer when I saw him raising the bar. I
urned away my head so I would not see
vhen he hit her.”’ .
The woman slumped to the floor and
‘astelli turned her over with his foot. He
stooped to strip the diamond ring from
ier fingers, together with the other
ewelry which he told Vetter to throw
way. Instead, he gave it to a friend in the
King Street apartment house, where we
subsequently discovered it.
After the killing, Castelli slipped out of
the room and into the street. It may have
been Castelli whom the boarder saw out-
side the door for he, also, wore a gray
coat and cap. Vetter left a few minutes
later, joining the husband on the street.
Both denied any knowledge of the over-
turned bottle of poison.
The two men slipped away to the rail-
road station where the husband wrote the
‘‘elopement”’ postcard. He said he in-
tended to use this later as an alibi when
the girl’s mother asked questions. He
planned to sell the furniture and move
away with the proceeds. We caught up
with them too soon.
Mix and I finally succeeded in having
these two men extradited to Connecticut.
Prior to this they were arraigned in First
Magistrate’s Court in New York City on
charges of first-degree murder. They
pleaded not guilty.
They went on trial October 10, 1916, in
the Criminal Superior Court in New
Haven before Judge Joel A. Reed. The
government was represented by State’s
Attorney Amold A. Allen. Samuel Hoyt
and William Brea represented the de-
fense.
The trial proceeded slowly, for every
word uttered in court had to be written
out, although an interpreter was used at
48
times. Hoyt and Brea put up a masterful
defense but the jury found Castelli and
Vetter guilty of first-degree murder on
October 16. '
Castelli quietly received the verdict
from Brea. He stared at Vetter for several
moments, then picked up a pad and
wrote: ‘‘Does he get the same thing,
too?’ ie.
Brea nodded.
‘*Then I'm satisfied,” the mute wrote.
‘*He was in this as muchas I. After all, we
have to die sometime.”
On November 2, Judge Reed sentenced
the two mutes to be hanged. The sentence
was carried out several months later q
the Connecticut State Prison in Wethers
field. 4
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(continued from page 17)
his former friend who found DeAnn as
desirable as he had.
It looked as if the case could be wrap-
ped up in a hurry. All the investigators
had to do was to locate Moore. They did.
But he had a perfect alibi.
Moore had been in the hospital for
three days suffering from high blood
pressure that brought on nose bleeds. A
thorough check positively established
Moore had been neatly tucked into bed at
the hospital at the time Blankenbaker had
been slain.
The only other lead was that Blanken-
baker had booted three young men out of
the tavern where he worked when he sus-
pected they were using narcotics. The
three were located but came up with a
solid alibi for their whereabouts at the
time Blankenbaker had been gunned to
death.
‘‘What have we got?’ Chief LaRue
asked Kline and Brimmer as a conference
was held with Yakima County Prosecut-
ing AttorneyJeff Sullivan.
‘It’s got to be tied to the musical beds
that Blankenbaker, Moore and DeAnn
were playing,’’ Kline said. ‘*But DeAnn
didn’t do it. I’m positive of that. She just
got her divorce from Moore and was
going to marry Blankenbaker again.”
“*And Moore has the perfect alibi,’’ La
Rue said.
Sullivan asked: ‘‘Could Moore have
hired it done?” ;
**We're working on that angle,”’ Kline
answered. ‘‘It isn’t going to be easy.”
He related they had already checked on
the telephone calls Moore made from his
hospital room. There were only two. One
was to the high school to inform them he
would be off duty for a short time. The
other was to Angelo Pleasant, a student at
Central Washington State College in El-
lensburg,
Pleasant had been a star on the wrest-
ling team Moore coached to win the 1972
AAA championship. Moore claimed, and
Pleasant confirmed, that he had called
Angelo to ask him to coach his team until
he recovered and could return to work.
‘*All we've got are the slugs they dug
out of Blankenbaker and the shell casing
from an automatic,’’ Brimmer said. ‘'f
we could locate the gun, find out whi
owned it, we might get who pulled th
trigger.” %
Chief LaRue nodded. ‘‘My hunch i
that gun is long-gone by now. Probably ¢
the bottom of the Yakima River so
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The kitchen door was open and th
lights on. Moore was sprawled on th ™itted. ‘That's what the city pays you
floor in a pool of his own blood. He wa ys to find out. But it doesn’t make
dead. ‘much sense for both Blankenbaker and
The autopsy revealed Moore had be@ Moore to have been killed by the same
shot in the back, just below the righ *eapon unless there was a third weasel in
shoulder. The slug ricocheted off hithe chicken coop.’
breastbone and pierced his heart. “You mean that maybe somebody else
“It's a freak thing,”’ the pathologif ‘da yen for pretty DeAnn and elimi-
told the investigators. The bullet woul "ted the competition with a gut?”
only have wounded him if it hada! Simmer asked.
glanced off the shoulder bone, ricocheté “It’s possible,"” LaRue said.
from his rib cage and gone into his heart’ _ Brimmer and Kline did not think it was.
The big kicker came in with the repo ‘hey had checked. There were guys who
from ballistics. The shell casings and t# "ght have liked ‘to slip between the
slugs from the murders of Moore a# ‘heets with the lithe. and attractive
Blankenbaker were fired from the sam Ann, but there wasn't even a hint of
weapon. It was one hell of a mess to tryt “h activity and it certainly would have
figure out. ' \%en known, if there had been,
The triangle between Moore, Blanké Prosecutor Sullivan offered a theory. It
baker and DeAnn was well known. T# *88 known that Moore had threatened
corners of the triangle had been elim ankenbaker to get DeAnn to come back
nated by murder. DeAnn could not po#® him. They had previously entertained
bly have been involved in either killinf * Motive that Moore might have hired
‘‘Maybe we're being led up the gardé ankenbaker’s murderer.
path," Chief LaRue suggested. ‘“‘Ts Let's suppose he did,”’ Sullivan sug-
bed-hopping of DeAnn was pretty mué®ed. “Moore was drinking heavily and
known. The killer could figure we'd fi himself fired at the school. The killer
low that trail and killed the two victiemeht have been afraid Moore would go
for some other reason.” * his rocker and start talking. If the
‘*Such as what?’ Kline asked. red gun got his payoff from Moore, he
“I'll be damned if I know,” LaRued 0h have done a free one for himself for
nce,"
(continued on next page) Iwas a good theory. All it lacked was
any kind of evidence.
The police and the prosecutor were not
the only Ones in the guessing game as toa
motive. The entire community of Yakima
joined the contest and a lot of weird
stories were concocted and offered to the
Investigators. They were also being
pushed by numerous relatives of the slain
men for a solution to the crimes. But up
against a blank wall, the pushing had little
effect.
On February 15, 1976, a 15-year-old
boy was fishing below Twin Bridges just
outside of Yakima where the Naches and
Yakima rivers join. He spotted a .22
caliber automatic pistol in the clear
water, fished it out and brought it home.
His father was trap shooting with Chief
LaRue the following day and mentioned
his son had found the weapon. LaRue
asked him to bring it to headquarters.
A ballistic test indicated it was the
weapon used in the murders of Blanken-
baker and Moore. The next step was to
trace it.
It took some time using the serial num-
bers to follow it from the manufacturer to
a wholesaler, then to a retailer and finally
to a young man who had bought it. He
was asked about the gun and said he had
given it to his older sister who lived in
Walla Walla for protection.
When Kline-and Brimmer checked on
her, they found she was a very attractive,
27-year-old black woman. As far as they
could determine, she had not known
either Blankenbaker or Moore.
‘‘How do. we make our next move?*’
Kline asked Chief LaRue and Sullivan,
**She is the link to the gun’. The gun is the
only link to the murders. If we blow it
now, the whole thing goes down the tube.
We've got to put that gun in somebody's
hand.’
It was ticklish. If the woman should say
the gun had been stolen or lost, they were
back at the end of the trail.
**Let’s not rush it," LaRue suggested.
“Check her out as thoroughly as you can.
Try to locate somebody who may be a
link between her and somebody who may
have known either Blankenbaker or
Moore."*
The following day, Kline and Brimmer
reported back to Chief LaRue and Pro-
secutor Sullivan. ‘We're fishing with a
long line and a light leader,’ Brimmer
said. **But I think we've got something
hooked, if we can land it."
“Let's have it,”* LaRue said.
Brimmer explained that in checking on
Moore while he was in the hospital, they
learned that one of the two calls he had
made had been to Angelo Pleasant at the
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At the time of Chapman’s
mysterious escape from
St. Mary’s Hospital at
Athens, Ga., on April
6th, 1923, Mr. McKin-
non, suffering from a
broken leg, was a pa-
tient there, in Room 25,
near that occupied by
the wounded bandit—
Room 23—and the story
he tella is that of an eye-
: witness '
(Right) Chapman again
‘in the toils of the law!
This photograph, taken
on January 21st, 1925,
shows the notorious ban-
dit on his way to jail at
Muncie, Indiana, after
his arrest in that city
following a country-
wide search for him
after his daring escape
from the Federal author-
ities. He is in custody
‘ of Deputy Walter Cook
(left) and Deputy S. T.
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“extra” down in Georgia and read of a robbery that
had stunned the country. A U. S, mail truck, loaded
with registered mail, had been held up on Leonard
Tis night of October 24th, 1921, I bought a newspaper
Street, New York City, and looted of more than a million
dollars in bonds and currency.
Timing their exploit to the minu te, three men ina limousine
had drawn abreast of the truck, swung aboard, overpowered
the driver, calmly transferred the million in bags from the
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Just what was that secret of the “super-
bandit’s” famous escape from Athens ?
Did he fell it himself before he died
in the electric chair?
By WILLIAM MCKINNON
Motorcycle Policeman, Athens, Georgia
As told to FRED DENTON MOON
truck to their car—
and escaped!
The Associated
Preas dispatch — re.
ferred to the robbery
as the ‘most daring
and reckless hold-up
in the history of
New York State.’
It was all of that,
and more. It was
one of the most re-
markable robberies
in the ‘history of
crime. No ordinary
desperadoes, that
trio of bandits! It
had taken a genius
to work out the de-
tails of a hold-up
in ordinarily crowded
Leonard Street.
And the details had
been worked out with
amazing accuracy.
Calculations as to
time and place were
mathematically per-
fect. Each of the’
three men knew his
part like a master
actor, and each went
about his part of
the work with the
Precision of a= ma-
chine. Seconds had
been split, and every
word, move and
gesture had been
planned for in ad-
vance, The master-mind behind the hold-up had even
taken into account the foibles of human paychology—he knew
beforehand that the very daring of the exploit would calm
suspicions of any chance passers-by in the darkened street,
Shortly afterward, I read another Newspaper story-—this
time an account of the capture of a young man named Gerald
Chapman. The name meant nothing to me then, nor did
the picture of a thin, anemic, sad-eyed fellow who peered
wearily from beneath the glaring head-lines of the news-
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At the far end of! the grounds, however,
_we’encountered’a ceremony to which more
time had to” be! given.:'The wives and
widows of veterans were lined up three
‘hundred strong, to’ be reviewed.
Mussolini passed along the first rank,
bowing and occasionally making a half-
military salute. Several of the women had
babies in their arms, which they held out
toward the hero as if ‘for a blessing. «
| I was treading close at his heels. I had
been worried when ‘we had been among the :
booths, Despite the. watchfulness’ of the
secret service agents, it seemed to’ me
that it would have been easy for an as-
sassin to edge up close.. The situation was
less perilous now:
But suddenly my eye was caught by the
woman at the end of the second rank,
which the Premier was approaching. A
very young baby, completely swaddled in
wraps, was clutched close. to her breast.
Her face was lowered and turned to, one
side, so that I could see only part of her
profile. Yet something about her whole
figure was oddly familiar. A hunch took
possession of my brain with the violence
of a natural instinct.
I have never moved as swiftly as I did
in hurling myself ‘upon that woman and
throwing my arms about her. A scream
strangled in her throat, as her body writhed
and her head swung from side to side.
She was Giovanna . Parigi, the daughter
of the wine shop keeper in Paris, the girl
who had once assured’ me that ‘politics
bored her, and who had fooled my oper- .
ative into believing she was confined to her
room with grippe.
The “baby” that I gingerly removed
from its wrappings at her breast was a
ene
_ bomb powerful enough to have mown down
‘ every one within a dozen feet of her. She |
did not try to deny that it had been in-
tended for Mussolini. Had she thrown it,
she would undoubtedly have been killed
along with her victim, and so should I,
Consternation broke loose around us. .
But Mussolini remained calm, A sardonic
smile curled his lips.
“A woman! Just imagine that! An-
*“ other :woman: trying to kill me! Well,
don’t let the mob hurt her,” was. all he |
' said, before he turned away. d
_JE was plainly remembering the attempt
:#.to shoot him made the previous‘ April
by Violet Gibson, an Englishwoman: He
prides himself on his attractiveness to
women and hates to think that one of them
should be willing to strike at him.
Later, he gave orders that news of the
Parigi attempt should be suppressed by the
censor, : "
The Italian Government admitted last
year that of five attacks on Mussolini, the
details of two had been censored. I have
given here the story of the sixth.
Marini was arrested that same day.
Giovanna Parigi, Marini and Dorando,
all were convicted of being in the con-
spiracy. and sentenced to prison. They con-
fessed at their secret trial that they had
devised the false clues concerning Sturza.
The latter had never left France.
‘ The three conspirators after reaching
Rome had agreed to strike separately, but
only the girl, Giovanna, had come. any-
where near Mussolini. She had used false
papers to convince the managers of the
fair that she was the wife of a Facist
veteran.
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My Escape from ‘Atlanta Prison...
ee (Continued from “page 49)
Of course I wasn’t." It ‘would have been
‘absurd for me ‘to have remained there
after I had jumped out of the ward win-
dow. I took a desperate chance by going
that-I had to find heat.. I was still within
‘a quarter of a mile of the hospital three |
days after I got out of‘it.
In the early hours of the fourth day I
wandered into an automobile repair. shop
where I'‘obtained a' disguise of a sort. I
took an old suit of ‘greasy overalls and!
a hat. I threw‘an old tire rim over my
shoulder and with’a ‘hammer in my’ hand’
I made up my mind’ that I was going to
get to North Athens, where I could catch) :
a freight-train or die trying. BAe
I started ‘out before dawn, but I had to
go under cover in a warehouse to rest and:
while resting I’ felliasleep and woke up
hungry and: cold.;Itiwas about nine in
the morning ‘when I: began my. journey -
right through’the main part of town. I
was staggering all over the street. Now
and then a gang of natives observed me
and shouted at me and most every corner
and “store~I- passed I heard them talking
about Chapman having been seen in the
hospital basement that. morning.
- Everybody thought Iwas drunk. It was
only after a terrific struggle that I man-
aged to get through the main part of town.
I was losing my strength rapidly. The
a
realization that I couldn’t possibly g ;
further’ was before me. I crawled~into.a-
wagon ‘shed’ and there I remained until
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was all -in'and ready to:toss up the sponge.”
T didn’t: care whether I lived or died “and
somehow or other I seemed to obtain con-
solation out of the realization that I shad
made a game effort to get away} s!04
_ |)“E have gone the limit,” “I, thought. - “I
can’t go any further. This is the finish.”
| Then I -heard voices, laughter,; revelry.
_T listened. attentively.. The sounds came °
from the house on my left. A piano—
_one.of those hurdy-gurdy like affairs—be-
gan to beat. They were raising hell in
, that house and clear and clean above: the
blatant din of babbling voices and the off-
' tune beat of the piano I: heard a woman
uttering dirty maledictions. How she
swore!
“Where am I?” I asked myself,
] CRAWLED over to the window and~
peeked in. Now I knew where I was
_ and what sort of house it was. The room
was crowded. There were four or five
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painted. The room in which they sat was
the last word in vulgar decoration. The
furniture was bright green, while here and
there a bright red plush chair stood out
prominently against the green. The walls
were decorated with pictures which would
have made a vice censor blush with shame
and howl with bitter indignation. The
woman who was delivering the choice
English was a pretty blonde whom the
girls addressed as Miss Mary. She was
evidently the boss of the joint and she
looked like a good sport to me.
“Miss Mary,” I said to myself, “looks
like a good sport. Maybe she'll take me
in and feed me and give me a boost.”
I was feeling so wretched that I didn’t
care whether she turned me over to the
police or not. I was about as near all in
as it was possible to be without taking
the final count. I knew that women like
Miss Mary had been known to turn cop-
per. Many of them cater to the police so
that they can live and flaunt the banners
of vice and immorality. Women in Miss
Mary’s profession have sent many a crook
to prison.
“Tf she’s in bad with the cops,” I
thought, “she will hand me over to them.
The cops will be indebted to her for the
rest of their lives if she turns up Gerald
Chapman. She will be a privileged char-
acter around Athens as long as she lives.”
Then, on the other hand, I thought she
might be O. K. She might do a good turn
for a brother from Subterranea. It was
a gamble one way or the other. I con-
cluded to gamble with her. I made my
way to the back door and .knocked. A
colored maid responded. Now I hadn’t
been shaved for a week or more and I
presume that I looked like a tough mug,
and when the boogey maid got a flash at
me she backed away and said:
“Whatcha want?”
“Miss Mary is the landlady, isn’t she?”
“Yes,” she glared at me curiously and
speculatively, “Miss Mary’s the landlady,
but whatcha want with Miss Mary? Miss
Mary’s busy now.”
She slammed the door in my face. I
knocked again. Then I heard her calling
loudly: “Miss Mary! Miss Mary!
There’s an old dirty-looking tramp out
yere. Ah told him y’ was busy, but yere
he is knocking on the door agin.”
HE opened the door and then I saw
Miss Mary come breezing through the
kitchen.
She looked at me with a startled ex-
pression. I started to speak.
“My God!” she gasped, interrupting me.
“My God!” she repeated. I knew I
looked like a ghost anJ I thought her ex-
pression was one of horror at my appear-
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She sent the negro maid out of the kitchen
and closed the door between the kitchen
and the dining-room.
“My God,” she said, “—ain’t you Gerald
Chapman?”
“Gerald Chapman?” I tried to grin
knowingly. “Do I look like Gerald Chap-
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Her remark knocked me off imy feet.
She dashed into the adjoining room and
came out with a paper in her hand. She
glanced at the paper and then looked at
me and then she said:
“T knew damn well you were Chapman!
I knew it as soon as I laid my lamps on
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you, boy.” Her voice became soft and
appealing. “Yes, kid, I know you. I’ve
been reading about you every day—ever
since you got out of Atlanta. Why, Lord
bless your soul, boy—look here.” She
handed me the paper. “Look,” she re-
peated—“it’s the dead image of you sure
enough,”
I looked at the paper and there on the
front page was my picture. I read the
offer of a reward for my capture—“dead
or alive,”
Of course denial that it was the picture
of me would have been absurd. I didn’t
know what to say because I didn’t know
what the woman would do if I acknowl-
edged that I was Gerald Chapman.
She reached for a bottle of whiskey
on the sideboard and poured me out a
good, stiff drink of first-rate whiskey. I
quickly poured it down my parched throat.
My mind began to work after I drank the
whiskey. The woman spoke again:
“Now, don’t be afraid of me. Don’t
be uneasy.” Her voice was vibrant with
sympathy. “You’re as safe with me as
you would be with your mother. Don’t
think I’m a copper, for I’m not. I'll not
squeal on you. I wouldn’t squeal on you
if they gave me twenty-five thousand dol-
lars reward, let alone twenty-five hundred.
I'll take care of you until you are able to
travel, and nobody will know you're here.”
There was something about this under-
world woman that gave me the feeling
that she could be trusted. I decided to
take a chance with her. I admitted that
I was Gerald Chapman.
“ OU’'VE got me right,” I said to her.
“I am ‘Gerald Chapman.”
“I knew it,” she smiled. “I knew it
just as soon as I laid my lamps on you.”
Then she had the boogey maid prepare
‘a meal for me which I devoured raven-
ously. While I ate she discussed various
underworld characters whom she had met
and then she confided in. me that ‘her
brother Eddie had ‘been a grifter, a bank
sneak-thief and that he had passed out
at the end of a rope for first-degree
murder in Illinois some few years back.
When I heard that story I, never en-
tertained any doubt about Miss Mary’s
loyalty. Now I knew that we had some-
thing in common and that she wouldn’t
tip me off to the bulls in Athens. I was
sure that my complete escape had been
consummated. and that it was only a matter
of a few weeks until I would be out on
the highroad of life again,
But I suffered a relapse due to the ex-
posure. My fever jumped again to one
hundred and five and for three or four
days I surely thought I was going to
croak. Miss Mary wanted to call in a
doctor, but I couldn’t see that proposition
at all. Twenty-five hundred dollars would
make any doctor in the land turn me up.
I preferred to gamble with death, ancl
yet at the same time I realized that if I
died in her house that she would be in
Dutch when it was discovered that she
had harbored an escaped convict. I had
her send a wire to some underworld
friends in New York, the friends who
had been in Athens, but had to go back
without me. I wanted them to get me
out of Miss Mary’s place in the event of
my death.
Before the friends arrived I was on
the road to recovery. She nursed me as
one would nurse a child. Business ceased
from the moment that I entered hcr house,
and when I talked compensation to her
she wouldn’t listen,
“Don’t talk to me about money,” she
said. “I don’t want no money. I ain’t do-
ing this for money. Forget it, kid.”
I shall never forget Miss Mary or what
she did ‘for me.
I did what I could to convince her that
I was grateful for taking me-im and nurs-
ing me back to health when I was near
death’s door. I presented her with a Rus-
sian sable coat and ten grand before I
left Athens with my friends.
But Mary took the jump into the in-
finite, a victim of pneumonia, before she
had time in which to sport the coat or
spend the money.
I go to the infinite by another route
in the near future. And I go believing
that every crook in the world is a sucker
—or he wouldn’t be a crook! I go at the
end of a rope, ghastly testimonial to the
cold fact that crime doesn’t pay.
The Spell of the
Blackmail Queen
(Continued from page 57) .
strongly with me. I was there to tail her
in case she left the hotel. I wanted to
satisfy myself that she was not meeting
anyone in whom she should not be in-
terested—such as stick-up men for in-
stance. I should not have permitted her
to catch me in the act of staring at her.
But I did, just the same.
OMANLIKE, she immediately sensed
that I had “fallen” for her, for I
thought I saw her smile just the least bit.
Immediately I changed my tactics. I
returned the smile.
We dined together that evening.
When |, suggested that I was lonely. be-
cause my‘ wife was out of the city and
that I would live at the St. Trimmus for
a few months, she confided that she was
permitting herself a little harmless flirta-
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It was but natural then that I suggested
dinner together again the following eve-
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“This place is perfectly all right,” I
commented. “But I suppose you become
tired of it—all so proper and sedate. It's
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would enjoy ourselves more if we could go
to some place where there’s more life—such
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After just the proper amount of hesita-
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couldn’t see any harm in it, and she con-
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I think I am well within the bounds of
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“Have you any preference as to where
we shail go?” I asked.
She seemed to be seriously considering
the matter.
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Anderson walked to the corner, where
he picked up a taxicab and was driven
down-town to Eighteenth Street. There
he walked castward to aristocratic
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With the familiar air of a resident, he
entered the apartment house at No, 20
Gramercy Park, and remained there for
the rest of the evening.
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under close surveillance by detectives of
the Post Office Department. Many times
he made this identical trip, and the in-
vestigators who received the shadow men’s
report came to the conclusion that the
tenement he visited on 142nd Street was
probably an opium-den.
According to the Automobile License
Bureau, the number of the yellow Pierce-
Arrow turned in by Drayton had been
issued to “George Colwell,” his address
being given as a hotel at Broadway and
Forty-Third Street. An interview with
the manager there brought Inspector
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the hotel manager said, was a broker, a
tall, distinguished-looking man, his char-
acteristic features being rather bulging
eves and as full-lipped mouth, Te had
been a very desirable guest, but had left
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This address was found at post-oflice
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there asking that all mail for “George
Colwell” should be forwarded to 12
Gramercy Park.
“Bulging eyes—a_ full-lipped mouth!”
Again, the description tallied with that of
the man seen with Anderson (or “Gen-
sler”) in Detroit; and with the descrip:
tion given by Havernack, of the second
bandit in the mail-truck hold-up!
Even yet, the post-office sleuths had
no hint that his real name was Gerald
Chapman—that Gerald Chapman, ‘“Col-
man,” the unknown man in the Detroit
hotel foyer, and the bandit of the Leonard
Street hold-up, were all one and_ the
same man.
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NE carly afternoon toward the end of
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carrying himself with an erectness which
suggested army training, called upon Tn-
spector Stone,
“T am George McCulley, an investi-
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pany,” he said, introducing himself with
military conciseness. “Some time ago T
wrote you about a man named Charles
Loerber, if you remember.”
“Yes, Io remember,” Stone answered
with his usual brevity, waiting for the
other to get to the object of his visit.
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the country, and though we’ve managed
to lock up several passers of the travelers’
checks, we're no nearer to getting the
hold-up men than we were in the be-
ginning,” McCulley went on to explain.
“This man, Toerber, may be only a fence
who is trying to get rid of the checeks--
or he may have had an actual hand in
the crime.”
Stone continued to listen without ¢om-
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“IT would like to have someone = ar-
range a ‘meet’ between me and Toerber.
What I want to do is a little roping-in.
I have thought of posing as a_ stick-up
man from the West. Could you
help me there?”
“Yes, | believe so,” Stone said slowly.
“I can send a man to you, by the name
of Drayton. He isn’t a stool. He did
time with Loerber in Auburn, but he has
really reformed and is now helping in
investigations for the Post Office De-
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McCulley explained that he had taken
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TONE immediately summoned Dray-
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for the next few days from McCulley.
McCulley’s disguise as “Jimmy Me-
Knight,” bold, bad Western stick-up man
and bank robber, was excellent. His
clothes were models of the “city slicker”
type; ready-mades, with the latest thing
in a pinch-back coat ornamented with a
narrow. strap and fish-tail sleeve cuffs:
his bulging shoulders threatened to burst
the narrow back, and his brawny hands,
bronzed complexion and rugged features
just helped to caricature the foppish at-
tire.
Drayton “ran into” Loerber in a saloon;
it was the dingy speak-easy where In-
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Loerber seemed ready enough to meet
Drayton half-way. In the course of their
conversation, it developed that the former
had very few friends in the underworld.
It is not etiquette in the underworld to
ask personal questions, so Loerber’s occu-
pation as chauffeur for Anderson was not
touched upon. Casually enough, however,
Loerber asked Drayton whether he ex
pected to stay long in New York.
“That depends,” Drayton answered with
a grin. “There’s a pal of mine here—
a big stick-up man from the West—and
he wants me to help him get rid of his
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“All right, bring him up) some time.
I’m usually free in the evenings. But I'll
have to ask my girl friend, T.ucy. When
T have any spare time, T like to spend it
with her!”
“9S O. K. with me. Got a girl for
Jimmy, too?”
“Lucey take care of that!’ | Loerber
promised cheerfully.
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detail from the
that it was dis-
Dapper, called
! said very defi-
seen the killer
one was not the
ctor Dapperson
dmitted that he
not realize the
or did he realize
cientious might
‘crime on him
innocent,
year after—the
pper is still the
e to his death—
hed as if swal-
The Doctor's
its, his prescrip-
ise.
‘lass of the car
ealed no finger-
ts of the physi-
at would) supply
There was no
che best of all
n enemies who
Ce
rld—unless the
ongs has inter-
ya tall, angular
layer of Doctor
and where he
‘are as yet un-
solved. He came in the night to slay one
whose mission was to do good in the
world, And he went as a phantom, with
blood on his hands and guilt in his heart.
True Detective Mysteries
Yet he left not a trace that could be
found,
So here, perhaps, we have that oft-
referred-to “perfect crime.”
The Real Truth About Chapman—
America’s “Super-Bandit”
(Continued from page 59)
or about the persons who frequented it,
As the detective drove slowly westward,
Drayton sauntered close enough to his car
to receive low-voiced instructions.
“I’ve been sent to relieve you,” was
all he heard. “You can go home.”
That) was enough. Drayton obeyed
orders explicitly. This was one of the
traits which made him valuable.
While whizzing down-town in the sub-
way, his thoughts took a philosophical
turn, Subconsciously he patted himself on
the back for his acumen in quitting a
losing game, Again it came home to him
how much harder crooks worked to live
without working than honest folks worked
to live!
Like all men who lack education, Dray-
ton had a great respect for those who
had enjoyed all the facilities to procure it.
Yet, there was this Anderson, now, he
mused they said he had college de-
grees and everything and. still, what
was he but a low-down crook, sneaking
into colored dives and scared to death that
at any moment a hand would grip his
shoulder and say he was “wanted” at
Headquarters ?
At Auburn, Anderson had been a domi-
necring dominie to the “lags” who at-
tended his classes as an escape from more
arduous tasks. His sarcasm had been bit-
ter and sharp-edged, but it had failed to
ruffle the thick hides of his hard-boiled
pupils.
Drayton bore him no respect now; nor
did he bear him any rancor. He fol-
lowed the orders of his superiors as
blindly as he had hitherto carried out the
commands of the gang chiefs under whom
he had formerly worked. In short, Dray-
ton, the reformed crook, fitted into his
new role of post-office sleuth as snugly
as jelly fills a mold.
T that same hour a grim scene was
being enacted in the New Jersey
police station.
A dozen men were lined up in the cap-
tain’s office.
In front of them stood the New Jersey
police captain, Inspector. Stone and Frank
Havernack, driver of the Leonard Street
mail truck.
There was a gleam of triumph in the
New Jersey police officer’s eyes, as he
asked Havernack if he recognized the
men who had held him up as being pres-
ent in the line.
Seven months had passed since — the
night of the crime, and at no time during
the hold-up had Havernack had a very
clear look at his assailants. Yet, until
now, he had imagined that their features
were engraved if his memory, and that
if he should ever again encounter them
he would have no difficulty in identifying
them.
Up and down the ranks his eves roved.
Each time they fastened themselves, as if
he were hypnotized, upon two figures:
one over medium height with stooped
shoulders, cold, blue protruding eyes, and
a full-lipped mouth; the other, shorter
and stockier, his small, thin-lipped mouth
twisted into an unmistakable sneer, his half-
shut eyes windowed behind horn-rimmed
spectacles.
He couldn't be mistaken,
“Yes, they’re there!” he finally stated
in a voice all the firmer and more posi-
tive because of his inward uncertainty.
“Put your hand on the shoulders of the
men you identify as the two who held up
your truck!”
Ieven the captain sensed the contemptu-
ous confidence with which the prisoners
received Tlavernack’s formal — identifica-
tion. Not a word of protest passed their
lips as the detectives who had stood in
line with them were dismissed. Obvi-
ously, they had an alibi for October 24th,
on which they felt they could positively
rely.
Had Drayton not telephoned that he
had) Anderson under surveillance at) the
very hour on which the New Jersey po-
lice captain had telephoned notice of the
arrest of the two suspects, Stone would
have hoped to find the “Professor” (as
Dutch Anderson was called in the under-
world) trapped. A few minutes’ conver-
sation, now, with the stocky, bespectacled
one of the pair, convinced him that Ander-
son was still at large. The man caught
in New Jersey spoke with a decided Mid-
Western twang that was unmistakable —
and it was apparent that the furthest: he
had ever got in cultivating culture was
the lower grades.
Concealing from the complacent New
Jersey police chief his skepticism in
regard to the importance of his cap-
ture, Inspector Stone returned to New
York,
That night he was off his way to
Minneapolis.
[MEDIATE following his arrival
in Minneapolis, after a long confer-
ence with the inspector who had charge
of the investigation of the “hot” bonds
passed in the Twin Cities, Stone decided
that there was cnough circumstantial evi-
dence against Stanley McCormick, Beau
Brummell society light and prominent
banker, to warrant his arrest.
Gayly dressed stenographers wearing
the first of the summer's finery, pompous
bankers, and jaunty clerks were stream-
ing happily back from their noonday lunch-
con hour, as Stone drove into the finan-
cial district.
The offices of the Minneapolis broker-
age firm of which McCormick was a
member were located in one of the finest
buildings, Anoair of conservatiem and
high-class stability prevailed even to the
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outer reception room, where a soft. voiced
clerk politely asked the Inspector whom
he wished to see and whether he had
an appointment. McCormick had _ been
kept constantly under surveillance from
the time Sorlein had made the accusa-
tion against him. From the shadow man
who was on the job that afternoon, Stone
had learned that the broker was in his
oflice,
‘Therefore, he brushed aside the girl's
offer to afinounce him, and greatly to her
indignation strode through the door which
led to the stenographic department. Well-
groomed young women were seated before
their machines, typing busily. One or
two looked up curiously as Inspector
Stone strode straight to the door marked
“PRIVATE,” on the lower right-hand
corner of which was the name: Stanley
McCormick.
It was a luxuriously furnished office in
which the suspected broker sat. A heavy
carpet covered the floor. The huge, plate-
glass-topped desk in front of which he
was dictating mail to a_ meticulously
gowned secretary, was of rich mahogany.
Three perfect pink roses in a slender crys-
tal vase struck a happy note of color
amid the rather somber furnishings.
McCormick looked up from the letter
he held in his hand, and regarded the in-
truder inquiringly. The secretary's shoul-
ders automatically straightened, and there
was that hint of belligerency which seems
to develop in the majority of these trained
feminine watch-dogs.
“You are Mr. MeCormick—-Stanley Me-
Cormick?” the Inspector asked formally.
McCormick nodded. “Yes. . . . You
want to see me?”
tisk the slightest hesitation marked
his answer. Stanley McCormick was
not accustomed to having strangers thrust
themselves unannounced into his private
office. But he must have guessed the
nature of Stone’s business, for there was
no resentment, but merely suave interest
in the tone of his response.
“Yes. I want to see you on a private
matter—alone.”
How) often importunate visitors had
tried to crash McCormick's sanctum with
this same explanation for their proposed
intrusions! And how deftly the courteous
but determined private secretary had sent
them about their business!
Here was a situation in which she was
powerless !
“You can type these letters—take the
correspondence with you. And when you
have finished,’—for a moment he paused,
as if a premonition of the outcome of
this interview had suddenly struck him—
“when they are finished put them
on my desk.”
Both men waited until the door was
closed before: addressing each other fur-
ther, though the young woman fumbled
in picking up the correspondence and
seemed to take an unnecessarily long time
to make her exit.
“I am from the New York Post Office,
and am in charge of the Leonard Street
mail robbery case. TO have reecived a
complete report of the investigations made
in regard to the stolen bonds passed in
this city. You are aware that Henry Sor-
lein has implicated you as the one from
whom he received the bonds?”
The Inspector delivered each statement
with the dry precision of an) automaton,
Though he did not wince, the broker must
have received the impact of each like
physical blow.
In a pleasant, earnest voice, he replied:
“Does he still persist in that) preposterous
statement? I never knew Sorlein, though
I met him once or twice possibly in the
course of business transactions. When
the inspector from the Minneapolis Post
Office called, I told him all that 1 can
recall of my dealings with the man. I
can add nothing.”
McCormick faced the Inspector and
looked him candidly in the eyes. If he
had been aware of the silent shadow which
watched over him day and night, his ap-
pearance did not show the strain. He
was the personification of the man to
whom the gods have been very, very kind.
Strikingly handsome, he suggested a back-
ground of wealth, swagger town and
country clubs, perfectly equipped homes,
excellently trained servants and a_beauti-
ful young wife. A grayish pallor had
momentarily drained the color from his
cheeks as he had listened to Stone's
words, but the sound of his own voice
and the Inspector’s seemingly amicable at-
titude imbued him with new courage.
The Minneapolis authorities had been
afraid to arrest Stanley McCormick, and
—the thought doubtless flashed through
his mind—it was presumably in the course
of routine for this New York inspector
to travel west and wind up the mess which
had enmeshed him!
Stanley MeCormick’s charm and per
sonality had always been his greatest as-
sets, and, with a rather grim sense of
humor, he now prepared to exert these
to their ath degree in ingratiating him-
self with this New York postal cop.
But before he had an opportunity to
exercise these gifts, Stone had risen to
his feet. “DT think we had best) continue
this interview in the Federal Attorney's
office,” he said dryly.
Again that grayish pallor drained the
broker's face, to be replaced almost. in-
stantly with an angry flush. However, he
had his temper well in hand. He rose,
and went to a hat-tree from which he
took a soft gray hat.
“I am perfectly willing to have the in-
terview take place anywhere the authori-
tics wish,” he said quietly. ‘AIL I want
is to have this affair cleared up so that
I shall be saved from further annoyance !”
TONE accompanied him while he ap-
proached the desk of his secretary
“and gave her instructions to sign his mail
herself, as he would probably not) return
that day.
Tt was a long time before MeCormick
returned to that tranquil seat of financial
activity !
The session in the Federal Attorney's
office proved devastating. Confronted with
the amazing mass of data which had been
gathered about him, MeCormick sat dry-
lipped and ashen.
Stubbornly, he protested his innocence
in the face of irrefutable proof of his
criminal association with Sorlein, When
the investigation touched on his friends
and other connections, he -suddenly adopted
a campaign of silence.
He was placed under arrest: and held
under very heavy bail.
The news of Stanley McCormick’s ar-
.
Pee’
rest) broke in
doy, morning.
piece of report:
in years. Ban
received it wit!
the sole topi
smartest social
Finding him
by the men wl
Sorlein made a
authorities.
As a result
amount of ca
This included
swag, the proc:
mitted in New
Canada; cash ;
Chicago Union
robberies at
Cincinnati, Oh‘
in) bank-notes
of the United
It was socr
spectors that ¢
not caught th:
governing — this
between the uj
more the dete
fications, the 1
thyt the soci
shielding some
They were
tity of this |
might, they ¢
him.
McCormick
He was re
awaiting: trial.
When Ston
he left behind
in Minneapoli
Mrs. MeC
cence of her
She was one
—and he had
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kind, she cor
in their town
home.
Newspapers
coming out w!
McCormick h
that, since he
name of the
project, detec:
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The identi
known” was °
cussed. Und
cious cordialit
long friends !
askance at en
cloud of the
the trail of—:
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tightening ar
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Anderson's a-
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tions. When
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the man. I
Inspector and
eyes. If he
shadow which
night, his ap-
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the man to
ry, very kind.
gested a back-
r town and
tipped homes,
and a beauti-
sh pallor had
dor from his
d to Stone’s
his own voice
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courage.
ties had been
eCormick, and
ashed) through
in the course
York inspector
he mess which
irm and per-
is greatest as-
‘rim sense of
to exert) these
‘ratiating him-
vostal cop.
opportunity to
had risen to
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However, he
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ed up so. that
‘+r annoyance !”
while he ap-
his secretary
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bly not return
re McCormick
at of financial
ral Attorney's
onfronted with
vhich had been
rmick sat dry-
his innocence
proof of his
Sorlein. When
on his) friends
iddenly adopted
rrest and held
‘eCormick’s are
ees
fie
rest. broke in the newspapers the follow-
ing morning. It was the most sensational
piece of reporting that had been published
in years. Banking and brokerage circles
received it with consternation, and it was
the sole topic of conversation in the
smartest social sets.
Finding himself now quite abandoned
by the men who had used him as a tool,
Sorlein made a complete statement to the
authorities,
As a result of this investigation a vast
amount of cached loot was recovered.
This included part of the Leonard Street
swag, the proceeds of safe robberies com-
mitted in New York City, and Montreal,
Canada; cash and securities stolen in’ the
Chicago Union Station hold-up, and bank
robberies at Table Grove, Illinois, and
Cincinnati, Ohio, as well as about $80,000
in bank-notes taken in the great robbery
of the United States Mint at Denver.
It was soon quite evident to the in-
spectors that even in McCormick they had
not caught the real, controlling principal
governing this extraordinary conspiracy
between the upper and under worlds. Phe
more the detectives delved into its rami-
fications, the more convinced they became
that the social registrite broker was
shielding someone higher up.
They were morally certain of the iden-
tity of this personage, but, try as they
might, they could not fix the goods on
him.
McCormick kept his lips grimly sealed.
IIe was released on heavy bail while
awaiting trial.
When Stone departed for New York,
he left behind him a situation unparalleled
in Minneapolis society.
Mrs. McCormick's belief in the inno-
cence of her husband remained unshaken.
She was one of his staunchest defenders
—and he had many.
With true sportsmanship of the finest
kind, she continued to entertain lavishly
in their town mansion and their country
home.
Newspapers had not been backward in
coming out with the statement that Stanley
MeCormick had been made a catspaw and
that, since he had refused to divulge the
name of the man behind the nefarious
project, detectives were keeping his asso-
ciates under careful surveillance.
The identity of the “mysterious un-
known” was widely but circumspectly dis-
cussed. Under masks of well-bred) gra-
cious cordiality and feverish gayety, life-
long friends began surreptitiously to look
askance at cach other. Over all was the
cloud of the shadow men constantly on
the trail of—cvhom ?
ACK in New York, Stone learned that
the two men apprehended in New
Jersey had provided incontestible alibis and
been duly freed of all implication in’ the
New York hold-up.
On the other hand, the net was slowly
tightening around Anderson. It was still
a matter of conjecture whether Loerber,
Anderson's associate, had had any connec-
tion with the crime.
In order to pick up the threads, which
Inspector Stone had placed in other hands
upon his departure from New York, it
will be necessary to go back to the day
the convict-dominie was sighted and trailed
by Drayton,
After lunehingg ina Thirty-FPourth
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Street restaurant, Drayton and a girl
friend were walking eastward in the di-
rection of Fifth Avenue, planning to take
a bus up-town.
As they approached the Waldorf Astoria
Hotel, the girl exclaimed:
“Just look at that car, Paul! Did you
ever sce a gaudier buggy? It looks like
a bumblebee!”
“It may look like a bumblebee,” Dray-
ton remarked grimly, “but it’s likely to
prove a carrier-pigeon for me! I'll have to
leave you right here!”
The girl asked for no explanation. She
was aware of the carcer he had adopted;
in fact, she had been quite an important
factor in inducing him to adopt it.
Drayton hopped into a taxicab and di-
rected the driver to follow the bright-
yellow Pierce-Arrow car into which a
man of medium height, of rather stocky
build, dressed with a negligent careless-
ness in clothes of good cut and material,
was stepping, having just come out of the
Thirty-Fourth street doorway of the
fashionable hotel.
Drayton had recognised him’ instantly
as the long-sought cnderson!
Though Fifth Avenue at that hour was
crowded, Drayton's chauffeur had little
diMiculty in keeping Anderson’s machine
in’ view. The bright-yellow body was
girdled with broad bands of black, and
it was as conspicuous as a bedizened
courtezan in a Quaker meeting-housce.
THLE waiting for the signals to
change, Drayton caught a glimpse of
Anderson’s chauffeur. It was Loerber, a
man with whom he had done time in
Auburn!
The Pierce-Arrow led the shadowing
taxicab eastward up Park Avenue, west-
ward across Fifty-Ninth and through Cen-
tral Park to 110th Street. Shooting into
Lenox Avenue, it drove to 139th Street,
where it stopped.
Anderson got out of the car and stood
talking for a few minutes with his driver,
who remained on his seat. Several times
during this conversation he passed a large
silk handkerchief across his face, and a
deathly weariness was expressed in every
movement of his body. Finally, he gave
an impatient dismissing wave of his hand,
and the Pierce-Arrow started, crossed over
to the west side of the avenue and pro-
ceeded down-town,
Drayton had made a note of the license
number in his memory; he didn’t dare
write it down on paper, which might be
found on him on some awkward occasion.
He then paid off his'driver and proceeded
to trail Anderson.
After walking a block and a half, An-
derson turned and looked after the Pierce-
Arrow as if to make sure that Loerber
had obeyed his instructions. Seeing no
trace of the black and yellow car, he
turned into a drug store, where he made
a telephone call in one of the booths.
There was considerably more spring to
his step as he again reached the street
and walked briskly up to 142nd, where
he entered the house described by Dray-
ton in his telephone call to Inspector
Stone,
It was close to 6 o'clock before
the post-office sleuth who _ shortly
after relieved Drayton of his watch in the
garage saw Anderson leave the building.
Looking neither to right nor Ieft,
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ridiculed because of their frall make-up and developed
them into the strongest men of thelr locality,
I WANT YOU FOR 90 DAYS
These are the days that call for speed. In olden days
it took years to develop a strong, healthy body. I can
completely transform you in 90 daya, Yeu, make «
complete change in your entire physical make-up.
guarantee to increase your biceps one full inch, also
gaerantee to increase your chest two inches. But |
don’t quit there. I don’t stop till you're a finished
athlete—a real strong man. 1 will
dera, deepen your cheat, atrengthen your neck I will
give you the arme and lege of a Mercutes, 1 will put an
armor plate of muscle over your entire body, Bat
with it come the strony powerful lungs which enrich
the blood, putting new Iife into your entire being, You
will be bubbling over with strength, pep and vitality.
A DOCTOR WHO TAKES
HIS OWN MEDICINE
Many say that any form of exercise Ia good, but this
is not true. 1 have seen men working in the factories
and mills who Mterally killed themselves with exercise,
They ruined their hearts or other vital organs, ruptured
theimselves or killed off what little vitality they possessed.
1 was a frail weakling myself in search of health and
strength. I spent years in study and research, analyzing
my own defects to find what I needed. After many
tests and experiments, I discovered a secret of pro-
grewsalve exercising. | Increased my own arms over alx
and a helf inches, my neck three inches and other parts
of iny body in proportion. I decided to become a public
benefactor and impart this knowledge to others, Phy-
aiclans and the highest authorities on physical culture
have tested my system and pronounced It to the surest
means of acquiring Nears manhood. Do you crave a
strong, well-proportioned body and the abundance of
health that goes with it? Are you true to yourself?
If so, spend a pleasant half-hour in learning how to
attain it. The knowledge is yours for the asking.
Send for. My!New 64-page Book
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EARL LIEDERMAN
Dept. 5712 305 Broadway, New York City
EARLE LIEDERMAN
Dept. 5712, 305 Broadway, New York City
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