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“I pray every night that you find the feeling slightly foolish as he carried it
fiend,” she said. “You'll find him, into the Classon Avenue station. Nev~- i
never fear.” ertheless Inspector Whalen was duly. |- ;
They talked idly for awhile and Shea impressed by the importance of De-
told Mrs. O’Reilly about the funeral of tective Shea’s discovery.
zhan was Miss Mary and the throng that had “A little thing like that could do it,” . .
turned out. ‘ he said. “Mrs. Brennan didn’t see the . :
in’t never “J guess all the ‘neighbors were man?”
See <- —- Ry Fy 0 Rad ot —< enna ee it bas :
k, Jones, rennan, I’ t. r soul, that was seem to me there wou wo or three
ya quite a fright she had.” - prowlers hanging around Madison : M
ig mote . Mi ee geo dl bye rites gonth paras gr I mg ~a idea ap = ae yt THE OST GRIP PING STOR
§ Shea inquired, m on other mat- nan’s fence-breaker, who may ad a T
ee ters. snoot full or was hopped up, just kept on OFFICIAL DETECTIVE STC
afghan nie to ey’ yg Andee ~ Ky i bby “ he made it. That's the way
get: e back yard,” sa stacks up, anyway.”
— Mrs, O'Reilly. “she was scared but she : MAGAZINE EVER HAS
a c away. It’s a g 4 es ELL,” the Inspector replied, “no a
1 —> happened before poor Miss Gray got use wasting time on guesses. Get —IN Ol
‘yes grew killed instead of afterward.” the board over to the lab and see what
; : they can do with it.” ‘
g, but I i at Detective Shea replied, ab- So Mrs. Brennan’s humble pine plank
aw that sently. Then his voice grew crisp. went off to go through the mill of mi-
che knits — “what's that again? Somebody broke croscopes, the shadowgraph, black light
1ey don’t a fence? Where does Mrs. Brennan —and most important of all, the iodine
id black. live?” ; vapor that would cling to the mark of
: afghan “why, next door to us,” Mrs. O’Reil- every pore on the seemingly mute piece
ou don't ly replied. “Fifteen Madison Street. of wood. ;
jo you?” But why are you so excited?” On the morning of Thursday, October
nm “Everything’s important in a case 14, the report came to Inspector
took ‘on like this,” the detective replied. “I've Whalen’s desk. The pine board told its
'm a lite got to see Mrs. Brennan right away.” story, so far as the laboratory tech-
uch, but He bid Mrs. O’Reilly a hasty goodby nicians were concerned. It had yielded
ti heart and set out for Madison Street. Things a variety of recognizable finger-prints,
y certainly had happened on that block. among them those of Mrs. Brennan and
Mrs. Helen T. Brennan, occupant of Detective Shea.
e? ¥ No. 15 Madison Street, another brown- But more important, a _ few
did it?” ,stone, was surprised at Detective “strangers” were in the lot picked out
' Shea's visit. by the iodine vapor. They were not too
ere,” th - “Why, it was nothing,” she declared clear, nor too numerous, and to identify
“Tf ad in her rich, full voice. “I’ve given it no them had not been easy, but the CID,
you further thought.” staking its reputation on the results,
‘ate. “I But what was “nothing”? had found enough for classification and ONLY
T lik It seemed that a few minutes past reported without quibbling that some
‘als e midnight on the morning of October 9, , time in the near past an ex-convict by
ie ", and Mrs. Brennan was alarmed by sounds the name of Walter Davis had pushed
lon’t do coming from her back yard. She al- his fingers against the pine plank of
t to be- ready had undressed for bed and was Mrs. Brennan's fence. ° fe
id black . in nightgown and robe, having a little Walter Davis, 21 years old, single, ‘ 4 coca ween
nothin’, snack for herself in the living-room, convicted as a pickpocket, placed on | POSTPAID —
Mister. ‘<-> when from the rear came the sound of probation, then committed to the
e makes : splintering wood. Hampton’ Farms Reformatory for , MANY GREAT S1
believe ‘Mrs. Brennan's rear yard was en- violation of parole. There was also an
Mister!” , . closed completely by a head-high wood- arrest for grand larceny in the record, Many evenings of thrilling fascination for you and y:
y in the ty en fence, behind which ran an alley.. but Davis had been cleared on that of the best detective stories Official Detective Storie:
Whalen = She hunted up a flashlight and stepped occasion. magazine—has published in one big book—the book
lifetime % to the rear door, shining-the light into Inspector Whalen studied the report. ,
ould tell 4 the yard. “Mediocre,” he said. “Nothing par- e o
ry rang , = > .. “E didn’t see anything,” she said, “but ticularly vicious. We'll have a talk with
sared to “I heard the sound of running feet.” Mr. Davis.” _ Ea
\ he un- ag When all the neighbors got together It was, however, another in the series
‘one did ER after the slaying of Miss Mary, Mrs. of tough breaks that had marked the ;
pe Brennan mentioned this incident to search for Miss Mary’s slayer. :
% Mrs. O'Reilly. They shivered over the The last known address of Davis was,
ou’re in <a experience of both having been aroused as had been the case with Brady, a tene-
deserve a on the same night by an intruder, but ment in Williamsburgh where, as Detec-
ou with “§ Mrs. Brennan gave her prowler no fur- tive McCarthy remarked . bitterly, ‘shed by Duell, SI &
r words % ther thought. nobody knows nothing.” Published by Duell, Sloan & Pearce, Inc., of A
These “He didn’t get into my house,” she Only one thing was certain and that ,
Marie.’ said stoutly. “I’d have given him what was that Davis no longer lived where he
for, T would!” ud like to take alook “Inspector Whalen knew he was in fo Ready Wow! MODERN-UP-TO-THI
he man ea said he wou e e a loo or alen knew he was in for -UP. a
™m and at the rear sore ee yy ea Mrs. 4 Eling lima Bernd ys iy ina -~ *
ot Brennan dutifully ack, e New Yor almost an impossibie ° *
i Hos- y "The detective surveyed the stout task. A full, generous, 310 page handsomely bound in cloth omnibu
‘ed De- wooden fence and noticed that one covers are strongly sewn with an attractively designed an
illy get oe a dear bei . om HE ot the a sarap Rcngge} agen wae jacket. OFFICIAL DETECTIVE OMNIBUS has many thrilling storic
y those “Oh, that,” sa: . Brennan. “He routine. e sent for e parole «have lik + h “ . : +
ripped that’ one off, and I've had no. records to | scamathing shout Davis’ e liked best of all the thousands published in Official Detective
ter her chance to nail it back. What would family and friends and about what kind
y Reilly you be interested in a plank for?” ; of ets Davis might have done to make ,
at the a living. :
vrevious § HEA didn't exactly know. to tell the | Among those who received the “all This ts tf EASY TO ORD
equivo- truth. “It’s a possible link between precincts” notification on Davis was | :. ‘
looking your prowler and the man who killed Patrolman Henry Dwyer. We. want you to be satisfied. We want you to like your O!
Miss Gray,” he explained. “So far we've ‘I know that cookie,” Dwyer said to |. OMNIBUS—the book you asked us to publish for you. We wa
similar . found no finger-prints of value, but it himself. “I’ve had him. But I can’t you can have this handsome collection on ten days’ trial. Your
may be that on your fence he was care- figure out just where. you are not, send the book back and your money will be refunde
before ess, ‘ The problem tormented him, all A bookful of big thrilling stories in one handsome volume. |
: “Oh, go on with you now,” Mrs. through his tour of duty on October 14.. DETECTIVE OMNIBUS
es said Brennan chided. “You'll not be finding Walter Davis! Walter Davis! ;
e from , finger-prints on a piece of wood like Four o'clock came and Dwyer was <
that!” finished with his tour. He trudged back -c-oCoCooe--- - -
‘a her “T can’t,” he admitted, “but we have to the Classon Avenue station, only too |
experts who can. Don’t you remember glad to call it a day. : i | OFFICIAL DETECTIVE STORIES MA‘
L “Ta . the Lindbergh kidnaping trial, when Two men stood talking on the corner 400 North Broad Street
this is ; the finger-prints of Hauptmann were a5 Patrolman Dwyer walked past. , GET IT l Philadelphia 30, Pa
found on the ladder he made to reach “Aarcaro booted home another,” one ' | P oe
vulders. the baby’s window? The process has man was saying. Patrolman Dwyer NOW! | Dear Sirs:
vreathe  — been improved since then, Mrs. Bren- stopped, staring into space. That was i Enclosed is $ ; f
nan. If there are prints on that board, it! “ee FILL IN THE ne $......... for my co
“ak _we'll find them.” .. Walter Davis was “Boots” Davis, the |.__. | Official Detective Omnibus.
oe ‘ aii find ther, Mrs. Brennan trudged shoe-shine boy who used to roll drunks | “COUPON |
4. AN to the basement and returned with a on the subway trains. “Boots” Davis. : \ DO Foi ii paecans ce eaten cone bey oS
would piece of pine planking. “There's plenty | “The little bum used to hang out in |. AND MAIL
f such of mine on there,” she warned. “What the Bedford section,” Patrolman Dwyer | Address ..........0cccceeee eee eee
> ioe will you be doing about that?” muttered to himself. “Maybe he still | . TODAY |
‘- ine Shea laughed. “We'll keep yours sep- does.” ? . : J Ch... reset eeee ee ge ede Zone
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h’Mrs, . ““He departed, lugging the plank and quitting for the day. He changed from Eee ee


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of these cases.

For example, the August, 1948, issue
of OFFICIAL carried the story of the
murder of Benjamin— Chippy —
Weiner, once of Murder, Inc., and of
the search for his killers. The title of
that story was, “Whaddayamean,
Chippy’sarightguy?”, Eventually wise-
cracking, boastful Santa—Sol—Bre-
tagna, a self-styled ladies’ man and
Brooklyn hoodlum, and his partner,
William Rosenburg, were arrested for

that murder,

Bretagna wise-cracked throughout
the period of his arrest until July 7,
1948, in a New York City courtroom,
when he heard Judge Saul Streit pro-
nounce sentence—death in the electric

chair,

William Rosenburg will share

* fate, Judge Streit ruled,

When Anthony Papa of Long Island.

home. The September,

OFFICIAL, under the title, “The

the penalty for his crime,
executed in Sing Sing’s electri

Several years ago a master criminal
threw the police of Los Angeles, Cali-
fornia, into a furore. He shot and
killed State Highway Patrolman Loren
Roosevelt, he wounded two other

‘officers, he robbed and stole almost at
will, Eventually, through long, difficult
and dangerous detective work, William
Erwin Walker, a former police radio
Operator, was arrested for these crimes,

All of this was detailed in the story,
“Here’s the Man Who Murdered Me!”,
in the October, 1947, OFFICIAL.

Since publication of that story, the
Wheels of justice have moved slowly.
While Walker’s father, Weston Walker,
& well-to-do engineer, spent his entire

on. Kini, hie Fis

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‘ington, survived two wives in his travels

’ won & promotion to third-grade detec-

He was

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sentenced to death.

A short while later Weston Walker,
who had committed no crime, was found
dead, a suicide. That was more than
a@ year ago. Today William Walker,
Still is alive, still is fighting the death
sentence which hangs over him,

Roscoe Lee Hayton of Seattle, Wash-

along the West Coast. When a third,
Ellen Coyle Hayton, disappeared, police
became suspicious, They discovered
that Hayton already was registered at
a matrimonial agency seeking.a fourth
wife; they also discovered Ellen Hay-
ton’s body and that of Wife No. Two,
Sarah Lane Hayton. This story, en-
titled, “Why Kill These Mail-Order
Brides?”, was Published in the May,
1948, OFFICIAL. Since this publica-
tion, a Washington court has decided
that Hayton must spend the rest of his
life in the Walla Walla penitentiary.

|X A St. Louis, Missouri, hotel, a
chambermaid, Cleaning a recently
vacated room, opened a bureau drawer,
gasped and ran frantically for a tele-
phone. In the drawer was the body of
@ 21-month-old child, Slowly, police
traced the past occupants of that room:
eventually they decided that William
N. Pollard was the man who had left the
body there. The story, “Buried in the
Bureau in 414,” in the March, 1949,
OFFICIAL, described this and the
eventual capture of Pollard in Chicago,
On April Fools’ Day of this year psy-
chiatrists testified that Pollard was
sane and he promptly was sentenced to
99 years’ imprisonment for murder of
the child, Joseph Nichols, of Hunting-
ton, West Virginia. *
_ Miss Mary Margaret Gray was 80
years of age and she lived the quiet,
respected life of a spinster in her
Brooklyn flat. This, however, did not
spare her from a hideous death; her
knife-slashed body was found in her
room October 9, 1948. “Lest the Body
Point Accusing Fingers,” in the April,
1949, issue of OFFICIAL DETECTIVE
STORIES, told how Police traced her
killer, how Patrolman Harry Dwyer

tive for the capture of Walter—Boots—
Davis. Only two months after the
murder; an all-male jury in Kings
County, Brooklyn, decided that this
was first-degree murder, and made no
recommendation of mercy for Davis.
Death sentence in these conditions isf
mandatory under New York law.

Hand in hand, Gertrude Bauman,
seventeen, and Raymond Smith,
eighteen, strolled ‘through the golf
course near Eau Claire, Wisconsin, on
& warm day last Fall.’ The next morn-
ing their bodies were found near the
fourteenth tee. “Paired Off Together
on the Fourteenth Tee” was the title of
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“Lest the Body Point Accusing Fingers" (Continued from Page 39)

Mundy’s appraisal was right on the
beam. The finger-print classification,
teletyped to the Criminal Identification
Division at Headquarters, brought back
a@ quick rundown on George Brady.
Vagrancy, automobile larceny and an
assault and robbery known as “mug-
ging” were to the prisoner's credit (or
debit, as you choose). From there it
was an easy step to killing.

EQUALLY significant was the fact that
Brady’s last address as far as the
Police were concerned was on New Lots
Avenue, Brooklyn. ¢

That had been his home at the time
he ‘was picked up in: 1946, on which
occasion he ultimately was released.

“If Brady lived in Brooklyn, he should
have known his way around a little,”
Detective Shea argued with Inspector
Whalen. “How could he mistake Seven-
teen Madison Street for Marie’s place?”

“That might have been a stall,”
Whalen replied. “You see, we have two
ossibilities here. One is that the
stranger who spoke to Mrs. O’Reilly and
isked for Marie made an honest. mis-
ake. He may have had nothing to do
vith the slaying. The other possibility
s that he was the killer and gave the
‘xcuse of looking for Marie when Mrs,

)'Reilly spotted him, because he knew
hat Marie lived in the neighborhood

mt she was the first person he thought:

But if they hoped that Brady would

upply any of the answers, they were _

vrong. Under the most skilled question-:
1g he would admit only things that did
im no harm. His police record he
ould not deny and made no attempt to.
fe admitted knowing the girl, Marie,
nd corresponding with her, but he
sughed sneeringly at her statement
1ey were engaged to be married. _..
The broken date? ‘
“She's got rocks in her head,’ replied
rady. “I said I’d see her sometime. I
idn’t say when. I was sick of the dame
ayway.” * ‘
On the early morning of October 9
here was Brady? ,
“Sound asleep,” he replied calmly.
And all alone.”
As alibis went, this was about as weak
sa toothpick bridge, but it was the best
etectives Shea and McCarthy could do.
They had not, however, played their.
‘st trump, Mrs. O'Reilly. ’
Could Mrs. O'Reilly identify Brady as
e man she had seen under the street
a ~ man who had asked for.
arie
At this point a bad break took a
ind in the investigation of Miss Mary
argaret Gray’s death.
Less than three hours before, Mrs.
Reilly had been rushed off to Mount
nai Hospital suffering from an acute
ll-bladder attack. She had under-
ne an emergency operation and would
t be available to police questioners for
least 24 hours. ;
{Inspector Whalen groaned. ’ Who
2n would put the finger on Brady?’ -

E TURNED to the report on Miss
Winkler, the woman who had been
bbed two weeks previously. Her
scription of the assailant tallied in
‘eneral way with that given by Mrs.
Reilly of the man in sports clothes
‘side her door, but there were enough
lefinite points to make it impossible
him to say that the same man was
olved in both cases.
could Miss Winkler identify Brady?
d if she could, then what? It would
be Brady to the death of the little
aster,
sut at least it would solve one crime;
‘o Inspector Whalen sent a squad car
Miss Winkler, with the urgent re-
st that she help him. In less than
hour the trim ‘and pretty young
nan was at the Classon Avenue sta-
1

rom behind a special glass partition
t gave a full view of the prisoner but
vented him from seeing her, she
ed Jong and carefully at Brady, who
sullenly tapping his fingers against
arm of a chair. 3
Make him’ say something,” she

Whispered and the order was relayed to

.“Nuts,” he said,

Miss Winkler shook her head slowly.
“It’s not the same man. I was pretty
certain of it when I saw him and his
voice clinches it. The man who stabbed
me hada high, squeaky voice and he
was thinner than the man over there.
He’s not the one.” 3

Masking his disappointment, Inspec-
tor Whalen provided an escort to take
Miss Winkler home while he debated
what to do with Brady,

Whereas Miss Winkler had failed to
pin anything on Brady, it just might
happen that Mrs. O’Reilly would recog-
nize him and Whalen would have the
case in his pocket. But he would have
to curb his impatience until Mrs.
O’Reilly had recovered from her opera-
tion. In the meantime, it was unthink-
able that Brady ‘be turned loose—not

. with that kind of a record.

WELL. Poughkeepsie could hold him
safe enough on a_concealed-
weapons count. - :
With reluctance the Inspector ordered
Brady back to Poughkeepsie where, on
the following day, he appeared before
the city court and. was held without bail
for the grand jury, — :
Inspector Whalen, a veteran: of 31

years on the police force, could sense -

the gathering storm. .

In the vast city of New York, the slay-
ing of one harmless little old lady might
have been forgotten by the press. But
New York editors, weary of writing the
same old headlines about Palestine,
Berlin, the United ‘Nations and the
Presidential election campaign, took the
slaying of Miss Mary to their hearts.

Edition after edition told the story

of the dogged hunt for the spinster’s

slayer. ‘
Inspector Whalen needed ‘neither

editorial proddings nor blunt warnings

from Headquarters in’ Manhattan to

- give the search everything he had.
The sight of Miss Mary, bloody and ’.

dead beside the frayed but spotless
couch, her afghan over her head, was

with him constantly, and he, spurred,

his men on, determined that the crime
must not go unavenged.

Came Wednesday morning, October
13, the day of Miss Mary’s funeral.

There would be a Requiem Mass for
the little spinster in the Church of the
Nativity, across the street from where
she lived, and then a grave in Cypress
Hills Cemetery would receive her body.

Inspector Whalen hand-picked 25
detectives and he gave them a briefing
they would not forget soon. ; .

“You read about it,” he said, “an
sometimes it happens in real life. The
killer may attend that funeral. He
may follow the body to the grave.
And if he’s there, I want him!”

Inspector Whalen told his men what
to watch for as they circulated among
the crowd. .

“If the killer is there, he will give
himself away. There will be a lot of
People at that funeral and I want you to
watch for strangers, strangers who can't
keep from looking at the coffin,
strangers whose eyes wander back to the
sight and then jerk away from it in
fright, lest the body rise and Point ac-
cusing fingers.- Everything else has

failed. We'll give this a try with all’

that we've got.”

THERE were at least 500 people out-
side the little church when the body
of Miss Mary was born inside for the

Mass at 9:30.

Across the street a tall, thin man
stood almost directly in front of No. 17
Madison, ke : ¥

Suddenly strong arms gripped his
wn.

“Just walk quietly,” ordered De-
tective Shea. “Make a scene here and
you'll regret it the rest of your life.”

Few in the throng of mourners knew
that one of their number had been led
= to the Classon Avenue police sta-

ion. : ‘
Inspector Whalen came on the run

)

and Shea gave him a quick resume
of the morning’s events.

“This fellow -was chain-smoking
cigarettes a mile a minute,” Shea said.
-“He’d no sooner light one than he'd
take out another and throw the first
one away. That got it started, but
when he kept looking up and behind
him at the front window of Miss
Gray’s apartment, we figured we had
something. Not many people know
the exact location of her flat in that -
building, but the killer would naturally
know hers was the top floor.” . .
ner work. Does the description

Detective Shea replied that it did,
as far as it went.

“Tall, thin, pretty well dressed. Says
‘he’s a stranger in the neighborhood.”

T= man was shifty-eyed, with close-
cropped blond hair, a sallow com-
plexion and teeth yellowed by long con-
tact with “eatin’ tobacco” and decay. |

He was, however, dressed in a style
that would be considered fashionable
in some quarters.

The prisoner’s name was Barton
Jones, and down south he had been a
mill-hand but the lure of higher wages
had brought him to New York. Jones
said he was presently employed in one
of the garment plants and tendered a
union card to prove it.

,, .You don’t live in Brooklyn, I take
it,” Inspector Whalen remarked.

“Nope. New York. Got me a room
on Fourteenth . Street, near the
Square.” ; ne
’ “What are you doing in Brooklyn
then?” : :

“I just come over for the funeral. I
like them things, somehow.”

“Did you know the deceased?”

“No, Sir. Just read about her, Read
in the papers how she was killed and
all and I thought I'd take in the
funeral.” i

“you Say you have a job. Was it
worth a day’s pay to you to see a
funeral?” -

“I guess it is. I like funerals real
well. I'll chuck a day's pay any time
to see a bang-up buryin’.”

“What do you do with yourself -
nights?” ' ;

“Why, I take in the movies when
they got somethin’ with. shootin’ in it.
I don’t go for them love scenes. Other
times, I just mosey around. There’s a
heap of things I ain't seen yet.”

“Ever been to Brooklyn before?”

“If Coney Island's in Brooklyn, then
I been there. No place else I recollect
until today.”

“Just came over to see'a funeral,
eh?” rs
ait” nodded complacently. “Sure

“If you like funerals, maybe you like
— How do, you feel about ‘kill-
gs ” ‘ ,

“Death don’t bother me none. I seen
it-before.” . :

“Well, you wouldn’t like to see a lit-
tle, white-haired old lady dead, would
you? All hacked up?”
. “Shucks, Mister, that ain’t nothin’
to what I've seen. Besides, she was
all covered up, wasn’t she, with that
little red and black afghan over her
head? It must of been sort of purty,
come to think of it.”

There was.an electric tension in the
rong but if Jones felt it he gave no

gn.

“They got to be dead before they
get buried,” he said and the listening
detectives shivered. “I like funerals.”

“Did you think it was a pretty sight
when you left her?”

Jones stiffened in his chair. “When
I left her? Left who?”

“Miss Gray, the woman whose
funeral you didn’t want to miss.”

“I never left her nohow! I never
saw her!”

“*With the afghan over her head,’”
the Inspector repeated “smoothly,
“‘The red and black afghan,’” .

“Shucks, Mister, it was in th
newspapers. I've read all about it.”

!

“Did you read that the afghan was
red and black?” 5

a of read that. I didn’t never
see it.’”* é :

“Well, it was red and black, Jones,
but it didn’t say that in the news-
papers. It said a dark gray afghan.
We do that sometimes to trap crim-
inals who think they can- outsmart
the police. Yes, Jones, the afghan
over her head was red and black—and
how did you know?” ,

Jones shook his head from side to
side like a wounded animal. Then
he stopped and his little pig eyes grew
thoughtful,

“Mister, I been talkin’ big, but I

ain’t been lyin’. I never saw that .

afghan. But my old lady, she knits
plenty of them things and they don’t
never change, Always red and black.
I never did rightly know an afghan
could be any other color.. You don't
really think I killed nobody, do you?”
Silence greeted that question.
“I-never did!” Jones’ voice took on

an hysterical note. “I guess I’m a lit-.

tle funny, likin’ funerals and such, but
I never killed nobody! Cross-my heart
and hope to die if I did!” .f
Silence, ;
“You a’gonna give it to me? You
a’gonna whup me till I say I did it?”

‘THERE is no third degree here,” the
Inspector replied coldly. “If you
are guilty, you will confess.”

The man's eyes were desperate. “I
ain’t guilty. I talk too much. I like
them things, killin’s and funerals, and
I read all about ’em, but I don’t do
nothin’ myself. Mister, you got to be-
lieve me! That there red and black
afghan; that don’t mean nothin’,
Mister. It’s like I told you, Mister.
My old lady knits them, and she makes
them red and black. Please believe
me! I wouldn't be lyin’ to you, Mister!”

There was so much sincerity in the
man’s words that Inspector Whalen
could not ignore it. After a lifetime
in police work, he figured he could tell
pretty well when a man’s story rang
true, and Jones certainly appeared to
be telling the truth. Screwball he wn-
doubtedly was, but that fact alone did
not make him a killer. °

ee greet he said finally, “you're in

& spot, but maybe you don’t deserve |

tobe. We're going to confront you with
a witness and you are to say four words
and absolutely nothing more. These
are the words: ‘I’m looking for Marie.’
Got that?” mS .
“I’m looking for Marie,’” the man
repeated. , Yes, Sir, I'll say them and

“Take him to Mount Sinai Hos-
pital,” Inspector Whalen directed De-
tective Shea. “Let Mrs. O'Reilly get
@ look at.him and have him say those
four words.” ; .

On the road to recovery after her
emergency operation, Mrs. O'Reilly
had been permitted to look at the
sullen George Brady the previous
night, and she had stated unequivo-
cally that he was not the man “looking
for Marie.”

_ How would Jones fare under similar
scrutiny?

He stood for a brief moment before
her bed. .

“I’m looking for Marie,”* Jones said
dutifully in response to a nudge from
Detective Shea.

Mrs. O'Reilly slowly moved her
head from side to side,

“It’s not him,” she whispered. “I'd
know that man anywhere, and this is
not him.”

Jones pushed back his shoulders.

“Thanks, Missus. Now I can breathe

again.” -
Thus Jones was not the man who
had aroused Mrs. O'Reilly. But this
man was not necessarily the killer. An
identification by Mrs. O'Reilly would

‘have incriminated him; lack of such

an identification failed to clear him.
Detective Shea sent him back to the
station and lingered to chat with:Mrs.
OReilly. ;


opi>’

uniform into civilian clothes and set he was also p' No. 8 Monroe
out for Bedford and a round of the gin Street was only a block from No. 17
mills. Madison, w Gray was killed

name; all-of them he knew by 3 the net?
“Boots w.

putting ‘Ss the
fhe inflection into his voice.’ “Boots fact that Davis actually lived at No.

8. Then he went Post-haste to the
Patrolman Dwyer got a variety of Classon Avenue station, which had
answers to his question. Shrugs. been serving as headquarters for the

»“Never heard of him.” “T don’t know hunt, and presented his information to

& thing.” “He don’t hang in here no Detectives Shea and McC

more. Maybe at Charley’s. At oo we = night fi _
: ‘ourteen! ani t4
(CAME at last a bartender who did not Davis as he returned home from the
shrug. He did not say fora movies.
minute. At eleven, District Attor-
“et ee prety oF pores haa Bade
» it’s #6 of repo. who wi ‘or
“How big?” Several hours at the Classon Avenue
“As big as can get.” station and announced that the slay-

“=-s OM Monroe Street, say around Number He said that Mrs. weinong brought

Eight.. There’s a Boots Davis moved in from Mount Sinai Hospital an am-
there with his sister and an old lady. bulance, Positively identified Walter

ee A meter reader told you.” $3 Davis as the man who stood outside her

ure,” Dwyer replied. “Sure. ‘Those front door at 2:45 a. m. on the morning
fellows get ardund.” of October 9 and said:
Patrolman Dwyer was exultant but “T’m looking for Marie.”

-

He brought the car to a squealing stop I could be wrong, but rd say the man
at Webster, a cross street. The desig- spent his formative years near the
nated house, No. 101, was on the corner Texas-Oklahoma border.”

- Of the block and it was obviously va- This information was enlightening,

cant. but not of any immediate use, “
Morris tucked the box under his arm “I don't know how we're going to
and headed for the house, walking with catch this fellow,” declared Dierking.

cab. He could hear the relieved intake if interpreted correctly, might yield a
of Kelly’s breath as he got inside, valuable lead, Lieutenant Morris de-
: clared. That item was the location of
HE DROVE around the block once. the pay-off scene itself. 2
The dummy money box was still on “What do you deduce from that?”
the porch. He wanted to linger but he asked Dierking. | :

risk of tipping off the extortioner that “THAT the man is familiar with this

once more on the return journey. have arranged for the pay-off in a

than one-eighth of a mile later neighborhood that was completely

he braked the cab to a halt. Four strange to him. That would have been
squad cars were parked along the side too risky.”

of the street. Officers with flashlights Interest flickered in Dierking’s eyes.

were stopping all traffic Moving in “you've got something there. And look,

either direction, Additional deputies the house where the money was sup-

were flung across the fields on foot. Posed to be left was empty. The fellow

“Not even the invisible man could must have known that. He wouldn't
slip through this barricade,” one dep- have chosen a place people were liy-
uty told the Lieutenant. ing in.” ?

Back at Headquarters Chief Dierking Ten minutes later found the detec-
told him, “No one could escape this tives interviewing a member: of the
trap.” realty firm that controlled the house on

“And no one could et into it, either,” Webster Street. From this man they
Morris replied. “We Set it too soon. learned that the dwelling had been oc-
This extortioner might have calledfrom cupied by a factory hand who long
anywhere in the city and if he spots since had maved and whars ne--n-

; - “ here Miss .-
Some of the bartenders he knew by How’ had Boots Davis slipped through

ception of thirteen- ear-old John
O'Reilly. : m :

blade omg Be “py para — ed
throwing & lot ag from No.
17 Madison Street. :

tion and Investigation at Sacramento

where they gave the extortion message -

and envelope, and Venucci’s registra-
i Handwri

“The lettering on the note and the
card look similar,” declared Morrell.
“But so do a cat and a skunk. Find out
what you can about this Venucci, only
don’t try to make a pinch before I fin-
ish my analysis two or three days from
now.”

In the following 48 hours
and Morris pushed ahead a Gennes ek
high-pressure investigation of Al Ven-
ucci. By checking State and Federal
files they found he had no criminal rec-
ord.

Separated from his wife. :

“He left town not so far back,” said
oné driver. “Naw, I don’t know where
he went. Why don’t you ask his wife?
She's a Snappy-looking blonde, used to
be a waitress. Might be she’s gone back
to- slinging hash now that Al’s gone.”

HE cab driver’s idea sounded like a
good one. Soon the officers were
checking by phone on every waitress in
Vallejo. Their efforts were without re-
sult, Nevertheless, both detectives
thought that Mrs. Venucci was working
Somewhere as a waitress to support her-

her maiden name. Since they did not
know her maiden name their only choice

He further reported that Davis was _

saentifiod by Miss Winkler as her at-

tember

Davis was indicted October 18, 1948,
and on December 6 he was found guilty

of first-degree murder.

At this writing

fixing of his exact sentence is Pending.
Barton Jones, of course, was cleared
released.

completely and

R breaking the case,
ee sioner Arthur W.
Patrolman Dwyer to

Police Commis-

allander promoted

the detective

ranks. He promoted Detectives Shea

were instrumental in solving the slay- ;

ing of Mary Margaret G:
The names of Tessie

Tay.
Winkler, Marie

Farnum, George Brady and Barton
Jones, as used in this story are not real
but fictitious to protect the identity of

vestigation.

persons innocently brought into this in- :

If You Want to Se Your Sun Alive (Continued from Page 26)

they couldn't find Venucci himself.

That night, however, Morris finally
located Venucci's wife in a restaurant

“Al write me a letter?” she asked. _
“You guys must be kidding. Al can’t <3
do nothing but print, and he ain't a

whiz at that.”

“Did he leave before or after June

twenty-fifth?”

The attractive waitress stooped and

straightened the seam
smoke-colored nylons.
she replied. “It must

more
ever. Their only lead to :
abouts was the fact that he had bought a
@ car. Where they had visited cafes be- =

on one of her
‘a been around

fore, they now canvassed auto dealers.
After more days of fruitless effort they
located a credit-bureau adjuster who

Was as anxious to find Venucci as they :

were,

‘¢9THE lousy creep paid six hundred
Tan on a forty-one Buick and

then left town. He o

We're renncenecine +

wes us plenty.

his where- ..<

man wasn’t skep'

DEIMER, Gavino, Ph, elec. NY (Kings) January 28, 1932

ADD

MURDER OF
By
JERRY E.
CRAVEY

*

‘““Whittled to death by part)
or parties unknown.” Thu:
read the first official repor
on the amazing murder o
the world-famous eye, ear
nose and throat specialist-
a murder that was a chal
lenge to the whole New Yor!
Police Force

N the South, when a negro is slain with a kn
or razor, it is said of him that he
“whittled.”
In Brooklyn, New York, when they four
Dr. George Deely dead in his home on
morning of June 2nd, 193), they sought the w
that would most accurate 'y describe the mode
murder employed, and bo owed the southern ter
writing into the records
“Whittled to death, by party or parties unknow!
Dr. George Deely, wor!d-famous eye, ear, n
and throat specialist; noted philanthropist; pat
of the arts; elegant bachelor-favorite of ma
women; bon-vivant. It was hideous that so big,
beloved a man as Dr. Decly should meet with su
a fate. Nor was it alone the inhuman manner
which he was murdered that made his passing
hideous thing. Medical science had lost a value
servant, and mankind a friend.
Dr. Deely was somewhat more than a physicia!
his life something more than a successful career

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Aquendero the Chief Sachem of the Onondage Nation, who was Prolecutor for all the Five
Nations at the Conference I had two years ago at Albany, has been fore’d to fly from thence,
and come and live on Coll. Shuyler’s Land near Albany ; Aquendero’s gon is poyson’d and
languishes, and there is a sore broke out on one of his sides, out of which there comes handfulls
of hair, so that they reckon he has been bewitch’d, as well as poyson’d.

I meet with an old story from the Gentlemen of Albany, which I think worth the relating to
your Lordships. Decannissore, one of the Sachems of the Onondages, married one of the
praying Indians in Canada, (by praying Indians is meant such as‘are instructed by the Jesuits )
this woman was taught to poison, as well as to pray. The Jesuits had furnish’d her with so
subtill a poison, and taught her a leger de main in using it; so that whoever she had a mind to
poison, she would drink to ’em.a.cupiof water sand ' ison f
(which are always
so true a disciple to

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_ me by Coll. Schuyler from Albany, giving me to understan
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who are dwindl’d to nothing almost. ' I write your Lordship these accounts out of Duty, but I
must own that I think it time and pains thrown away, for I much question whether it be in |
the art of man to retrieve the Five Nations. If your Lordships Memorials or Representations

’ (copies whereof you were pleased to send me with your letter of the 21" of last August) had
been comply’d with, I am confident I could have secur’d the friendship of those Nations, but for

want of that complyance with your Lordships advice, and by the ill consequence of it, vizt my

being left destitute all manner of ways, of support ; I cannot nor dare not undertake, to recover

those Nations from the French. I have told your Lordships the substance of Coll. Schuyler’s

letter to me, the master of the Vessell that carrys this, will not allow me_time to copie two

letters which have been sent me on this occasion from Schenectade and Albany.
Vou. IV. 87

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_EVIDENCE— Be :
Geoghan (left) and Kopff examine ornament from bedpost.
crime around two. A.M. The cause of death appears to have
been internal hemorrhages from the throat wound, which
severed the jugular vein. I’ve counted eight “stab wounds
altogether; the autopsy may show more. They were made
by-a knife with a sharp blade at least four inches long.”

’. Police technicians had arrived and already were at work,
photographing the body and dusting all objects in the room
for possible fingerprints. One man was going over the rug
and the floor with a small vacuum cleaner, seeking tell-tale
particles of dirt, lint or hair which might point to the identity
of the slayer.

Commissioner Mulrooney and District Attorney Geoghan,
conferring with the detectives, agreed the prime motive un-
doubtedly was revenge, although: the officers had failed to
find the doctor’s wallet. His jewelry, however, was found
« intact in a dresser drawer, indicating that the killer hadn't

made a search for valuables. 7 t :

“If Doctor Deely’s money was taken,’ Geoghan pointed
(out, “it probably‘ was because the wallet was in full view
on the bureau or on the telephone table. If the slayer had

_. come merely, for that, he wouldn’t have lingered to plunge
“ his knife into the victim again and ‘again.”
In the bathroom, Deely’s false teeth were found carefully

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placed in a glass of water, indicating that he had retired
for the night before thé attack.

Two attendants carried out the sheet-covered body of the
slain surgeon on a stretcher ,to the waiting ambulance for
removal to the morgue at Kings County Hospital. Doctor
Marten followed in his black coupe to perform the autopsy.

Commissioner Mulrooney, Inspector Sullivan and District
Attorney Geoghan set out for their respective offices, leaving,
the detectives at the scene to continue the investigation.

The technicians’ had succeeded in lifting six clear finger-
prints from objects in the murder chamber. They were
rushed to the identification bureau at headquarters for fur-
ther examination and comparison.

O’Hagan and Senff, meanwhile, had completed a thorough
search of the Deely apartment without finding any other
tangible clues.

“The door and all the windows, except those in the bed-
room, were tightly locked,” O’Hagan pointed out to his
partner. “From the bedroom windows there’s a sheer drop
of three stories to the courtyard below. I think we can

* assume that the killer was someone who had access .to the

apartment; he either had a key or knew the victim.”
“No doubt about it,” Senff agreed. “That ought to narrow


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DEI MA R, Gavino, Ph., elec. Sing Sing (Kings)1-28-1932...

OCTOR GEORGE DEELY was noted for the small

es: hands with which he performed the most delicate op-

Foi al erations. An eye, ear, nose and throat specialist, he

f i a manipulated a scalpel in close quarters with such skill

i BRM that he was known:as one of New York City’s most eminent
be surgeons.

| F ie a It was a weird trick of fate that Doctor Deely, an ac-

ae) ae knowledged master in the use of the knife, was found dead.

pe al one warm June morning with his throat slit from ear to
ae ear. :

‘e ai ( His body, clad in light-blue silk pajamas, lay in a pool of

on s ;

blood on a bright-yellow Japanese rug beside his four-poster
walnut bed. He was stretched out on his right side, with
his head resting on his extended arms. The right side of his
Al skull had been bashed in, a length of picture wire was tied
loosely around his neck and he had been stabbed repeatedly
from chest to abdomen with.a knife. The same sharp blade
had been used to cut his throat. ;
. This was the grisly sight that confronted detectives when
they entered Doctor Deely’s bedroom on the third floor of
eee his brownstone house at 167 Joralemon Street in fashionable
efit. Brooklyn Heights. They had been summoned a few minutes
) Beek earlier from the Poplar Street station by Mrs. Norma Lin-

RE see

UNCENSORED. DETECTIVE , A pril, 1951.

Case of the }
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‘the slashed throat—
it was his own.

DOCTOR—
Deely fought hard for his life but couldn’t win.

dars, who, with her husband Arthur, operated the converted
four-story building for the doctor as an apartment house.

Shortly after eight o’clock that morning, June 2, Mrs.
Lindars, had descended from their rooms on the top floor
to the doctor’s apartment and had knocked as usual to
awaken him. .There was no response, and she returned up-
stairs, thinking her employer was sleeping late. Fifteen
minutes later she knocked again, and still there was no reply.
Alarmed, she went for her husband, and together the couple
knocked heavily for the third time. When silence greeted
their efforts, they called the police.

The call brought Detectives John O’Hagan and Henry J.
Senff. Lindars led them up to the Deely apartment, where
his wife stood nervously at the door. The detectives forced
the door and. entered the well-furnished suite.

They found the apartment in good order until they
reached the bedroom, which was a shambles. There was
every indication that Deely had put up a terrific battle for
his life. Chairs and a telephone table had been overturned,
curtains had been torn from the windows and a heavy, orna-
mental, wooden ball had been broken off one post of the
bed. Blood was splattered everywhere.

“For a small man,” O’Hagan observed, “the doctor must


nverted
ouse,

2, Mrs.
p floor
sual to
red up-
Fifteen
o reply.
couple
greeted

fenry J.
. where
; forced

ul they
ere was
attle for
rturned,
y, orna-
t of the

or must

have given the killer a tough fight. It looks to me as if he
was attacked while he slept and struggled with his slayer
in the dark.”

Senff nodded. “That would account for all this disorder,
And I'd say the motive was revenge or hate. If the killer
merely wanted him out of the way, there would be no reason
for the multiple stab wounds. Any one ‘of them or the blow
on the skull alone probably would have been fatal.”

While Senff went out to the phone in the hall to report

' the homicide, O’Hagan turned to question the. handyman

and the housekeeper. The middle-aged couple were visibly
shaken by the discovery of their employer’s body.

“Did either of you hear any sounds coming from the
doctor’s apartment last night or éarly today?” the detective
asked.

They shook their heads negatively.

“And yet;” O’Hagan pressed, “your rooms are directly
over the doctor’s, aren’t they?”

Lindars nodded. “But this is att old house,” he protested,
“and the floors are thick. It’s pretty hard to hear anything
through them.” '

“How long have you two worked here?” O’Hagan asked.

“Since last Friday,” Mrs. Lindars replied. “But I just

AT CRIME SCENE—
(R. to L.) Presecutors Kopff and Geoghan, Detective O'Hagan,
the slayer, Detective Senff, another detective and a clerk,

remembered something important. The hall phone’ rang at
about two o’clock this morning, and I went out to answer it.
When I said ‘Hello’, a woman replied ‘Never mind’. Then
she hung up. I thought it-was a wrong number.”’

CHORUS of sirens sounded outside as more police cars
A arrived, converging from every direction. Deely had
been a man of importance in New York City, and word of
his violent death, flashed to the newspapers, spread quickly.

Doctor Manuel E. Marten, assistant medical examiner,
was met at the head of the stairs by Detective Senff, who
led him into the bedroom. ;

While Doctor Marten knelt to examine the corpse of his
colleague, whom he knew well, Police Commissioner Ed-
ward Mulrooney and Deputy Chief Inspector John J. Sulli-
van arrived, accompanied..by 25 -detectives of the homicide
squad. Shortly Brooklyn’s white-haired District “Attorney
William F. X. Geoghan appeared on the scene with his
chief assistant, Frederick ‘L. Kopff.

Marten finally completed his examination. “Doctor Deely’

died within about fifteen minutes of’ the time he was at-
tacked,” he reported to the officers. “He has been dead
about seven hours, which would place the time of the
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To

BOSS— .
Commissioner Mulrooney (center) directs the. investigation.

our search considerably. We can begin by questioning the
other tenants of the house.”

The fourth floor, they knew, was occupied by the house-
keeper and her husband. The third-floor suite was-the one
in which the surgeon was slain. Déscending to the first-floor
apartment, the detectives found the door ajar; the rooms
were bare and unoccupied. The only other tenant of the
house, outside of Deely and' the Lindars, apparently was
the party on the second floor.

Climbing the stairs, the detectives were confronted by a
middle-aged man in a crisp, white physician’s coat, standing
in the doorway. His’ face showed concern.

“I'm Doctor Laurent Feinier,” he said as the officers
showed their badges. “I have my offices here. I just arrived
and heard the terrible news about Doctor Deely. Can I
be of. any help?”

“When did you last see Doctor Deely?” O’Hagan
asked. ;

“Five days ago,” the physcian replied. ‘The day before
Memorial Day. He seemed in good health and spirits.”

Feinier said he knew of no enemies the victim might have
had nor of any trouble he had with his servants. But he

curious—
Crowd gathers around Desly's heute in Brooklyn Heights.

recalled that Deely had changed housekeepers frequently
during the seven years Feinier had lived there. —

“Do ,you know the reason for the frequent. changes?”
O’Hagan asked.

“No, but I guess Deely was just a little hard to suit, es

“Can you think of anything else that might help us?”

Feinier hesitated, then added, “Yes. You ought to call
on Doctor Karl Kreag, Deely’s assistant. He was probably
closer to Deely than be You'll find him over at 24
Monroe Place.”

ROM the Joralemon Street building the detectives drove

down to the residence of the-victim’s assistant.. They
were met at the door by a pretty girl, who identified herself
as the daughter of the man they sought to question. Ad-

mitting them to the living room, she returned shortly with °

her father.

Doctor Kreag’s eyes were darkly circled. “I heard the
sad news about an hour ago,” he told the officers, motioning
them to seats on the sofa opposite him. “I’ve been terribly
broken up by this. Doctor Deely was not only my associate,
but one of my dearest’ friends. (Continued. on page /58)

verre

Peace:


ee: “imself,

= ad hadadispute. Eecrsttekn

JI JoLier, Th. * Parse, Gus Reed, a negih convict,

ie Precently in the solitiry department from pulmonary

“Dplexy, according te the coruner’s verdict, brougnt
om bY persivtent- yelilog while a gag Was in his mouth,

> Mhieh had bern put-there on account of his. uiiruly con-

Me - hueteo 4. ; : ‘ f
: 3 ao

Mackinaw, Mich.) On the }Hth-jast... -deserted and then

cvbroke inte the post-office, a drug. store and ‘& grocery,

Tie amount stolen is not known: Their hatues ars
Yemetye Cook and William pApuck: a, Shey: ate still at.
UP ge 3 Ht

At-Coscorp,. x. ll., ON THE 13th, Joba pybalt an

‘she Euglishman, aged forty-five, while drunk. beat his ‘*tfe >

_ sadly mod fired « shot-gun at her, She caught the muzzle
ad threw it up. #0 that the charge inixsed ber, Ds ball
“Wate arrested and oo he meant to o kil his “i and then

2 “A WOMAN IN Hikrisanos. corsTY, “Peuilsy!vaaia,.
~blieed a new-born infant where the hogs wereénabled to

. secure ihe amuunt required, -
Two KORDIERS AE THE Twenty-recond Infa niry. at Fort ;

tthe G. Ko Waterman
Wan srraigaed in the police court charged-with embezz}-

ing $100.00) frum. the Pacific Ming Carparathie, He
Waived eXamioation and entered a of *” not guilty. *?
‘His counsel argued for a reduction of bail from $25. GOO te

) ARS CON DED,

"10,000, but the court refused to graut it Waicrinan was -

He-appeura t feel bis wow:
th a) keenly.

; “Porter Brow; COLORED, WAS hanged, in Tanyipahoa.
.. Partsh, La-, on the luh, forthe murder of -Dr~W.
mALULS

i.
Brown, with: Ben Goodloe, ucder pretcive of
arresting Evaos, took him in-charge and conducted him
in the direction of Sabine rjver... When about half a mile .
row the Sabine town ferry. Evans. being ‘unarined and
his haods tied, they murdered him and dragged his budy ©

off, leaviog it sume eighty yards from the road, robbiug it

vf all money and valuables. -

THE PRELIMINARY TRIAL oF George W. Bell. the mur-
derer of Lee.-in Dead wood, D. T., was concluded on the.
17th, and he was remanded tw await the action of the
Grand jury. Theisilis kent etressiy guarded, for fear

=tit The animals. would have devonred it but fur the sofa furcible effurt to take Bell to adorn a tree. From

eet that. its cries Were beard bya lady residjog in ths.
“ahborheod, who rese ued it. The inhuma ther has.
‘theen dixcovered.

Josep RH. Fork. Wa0-sHor and ki ed his brother in- |
“3We Munswn A: Beach, fa St~Louis; in. July; STB. and

ae erwa:ds attempted t» kill his wife on the atreet with a -

-atchet,:was murdered in the penitentiary. ut (Je *fferson
cA tty on the Ith. by_a convict pamed Rogers. with whom-:
Misa VARNCM, THE MISSING GIRL of Springfield. Ohin,

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HANGING OF GOERGE DENNY Page 5

and warnigg to those surviving and to generations yet to
be born.

When the various people reachedtheix homes, some ar-
riving on the moonlight, neighbors flocked about them
eagerly waiting to hear the story of the execution of
Denny. One eye witness when asked if they hung hin,
piptins "Yes, they jerked him from hell to breakfast."
MINISTER SUFFERS BREAKDOWN

Rev. John Sloat, who preached the funeral service, re-
turned to thehome of J°“mes Foshay, in Kent, where he

was overcome by the effect of the daysSs proceedings and
suffered a nervous breakdown being confined to his bed for
several days and remaining there a week, before he was
able to resume his duties as preacher on the circuit.

For weeks and months the execution was a topic of
conversation ssfaany households of the county and the story
Was related by parents to their children in later

years, and the few children of those days who now sur—
vive comprise the cldest generation of the present day.
Many of them who have passed thepllotted time of three
score and ten and a few who are between 80 and 90, re—
Call very vividly the story of the execution as related
to them by their Saskint= whe were eye witnesses ané

from these sources which we believe to be thoroughlyankk

authentic the foregoing account of the ececution, which

concludes: here, was obtained,

iii tint meet SNS din alma


Slave DICK, hanged Suffolk County, New York, June 19,1772,
From The New York Journal & General Advertiser, issue of July 16th 1772.

We hear from Brookhaven on Long Island that on Monday afternoon the 22nd instant
the following tragical affair happened at South-haven in Suffolk County, viz. Mr.
Nathaniel Brewster of that place having ordered a negro of his to clear a piece of
ground where he was going to erect a house, he went himself soon after to the place
with a cartload of stones, where finding the ground not cleared according to his
directions, he was displeased, reproved the fellow, as he says, for not obeying
his orders and struck him with the cart-whip or goad which he then had in his hand;
provoked probably by the insolence of the negro's words or actions, who, it seems,
returned the blow and gave his master several others, knocked him down and left
him to appearance dead. The negro then went home and said to the negro woman in
the kitchen: "The old dog has fallen down and I believe has killed himself." The
wench, who understood he meant their master, asked how the accident happened. The
negro, whose name was 'DICK', answered: "In making a stroke at me he fell down and
cut his head against a stone or a stump." She asked if her master was quite dead.
The negro answered he believed he was. Then said she: "You killed him." For it
seems she had heard DICK threaten before that if ever his master struck him, he
would return the blow or do him some mischief. He had also some time before run
a pitchfork through the hand of one of his master's sons and broke a thumb or
finger of another and once collared his former master of whom Mr. Brewster bought
him about 13 years ago. He was somewhat sullen’ or surly in his temper, thought to
be not very quick-witted: somewhat bordering on stupidity, but was otherwise es-
teemed a pretty good servant. He was a native of Guinea, was brought young into
America and spoke good English. After the wench had charged him with murdering
their master, he left her and went into her mistress's apartment, where seeing
one of the neighbors with her, he went out again. She called after him and asked
what he wanted. He answered: "The old man has fallen down and hurt himself very
much." And gave nearly the same account of the matter that he had before given
to the negro woman. The man who was with Mrs. Brewster then went to the place
where Mr. Brewster lay and found him recovered so as to be in his senses and able
to speak. He told the man he had been going to correct the negro who had given
him a blow that he knocked him down and reduced him to the condition he was in.

He was not able to ride on horseback but by his neighbor's assistance was got
into the cart and carried home where he repeated to his wife the same account

he had given to his neighbor adding that when his sons came in, the negro must
not escape unpunished. He seemed sensible of only having had one blow with a
stick though it appeared that he had received several and some of them seemed

to have been given with an axe or cutting instrument; his head and hat being

cut in several places. He soon became again insensible and remained so till next
morning when he died. The axe which the negro had to clear the ground could not
be found. He declared he had brought it home but it is thought he had concealed
it and that he had intended to kill his mistress if the neighbor had not been
with her. He was tried the next day as the law directs by three Justices and
five Freeholders who found him Guilty. He was condemned to be hanged on Friday
last and was accordingly to be executed at 'The Mills' about four miles from

the town. He seemed but little affected at his sentence and persisted in denying
the fact. Some of his judges proposed that he should be burnt and others that
his body should be gibbeted. But neither of these proposals were agreed to. We
have not yet received an account of his execution. Mr. Brewster was a gentleman
much respected both in his private character and as a magistrate and his untimely
death is greatly lamenated by his disconsolate widow, his family and all his ac-
quaintance. The sermon preached at his funeral was from these words of Solomon:
Thou knowest not what a day may bring forth.

NOTE: THIS 15 THE UNIDENT/E1ED NEGRO You LIST (N SUFFOLK County NY ON

JUNE 19,1772. THE PLACE NAMES ‘BROOKHAVEN’ AND ' SOUTH-HAVEN ‘ARE

ARCHAIC. BEL/EVE PLACE OF EXECUTION To BE PRESENT DAY SOUTHOLD, ; ay ND.


2 — sngmeep ee hearer iets

(Continued from page 81)
Quickly he outlined what he had learned
earlier that morning, adding, “There may
be nothing to this, Chief, but I’ve got a
hunch. And I’d like help in following it
through.”

Whalen hesitated only momentarily. So
far, the two hundred police and detectives
assigned to the case had uncovered piti-
fully little to work on. This lead, too, was
thin—but he couldn't afford to ignore it.

He nodded as he came to a quick de-
cision. “I'll detail a couple of detectives
to work on your angle,” he told Dwyer.
“Let’s hope it leads somewhere.”

A few minutes later, Dwyer was ex-
plaining what had happened to Detectives
John T. Shea and Robert McCarthy.
“Finding a man nicknamed Boots won't
be too easy,” he admitted. ”But I figure
maybe we could approach it from another
angle. Indirectly, sort of. We might in-
quire around for some girl who has a boy
friend called Boots. That way we might
get a quicker break.”

That'was at 8:25 in the morning.

OR the next three hours, the detectives

and Patrolman Dwyer went methodi-
cally back over the ground that had been
checked so often since the previous Satur-
day. Only this time, instead of asking
about some nebulous prowler, they were
seeking an answer to a more definite
question.

“Anybody around here got a friend
named Boots? Boots is.in trouble, and
we're looking for some friend of his.”

Oddly, both Shea and McCarthy got
similar answers at almost the same time,
And they were quick to contact Dwyer
and inform him of the result.

“There’s a young girl on Jefferson Ave-
nue, named Essie Jacks, has a boy friend
called Boots,” McCarthy announced. “Sup-
posed to have a kid by him, even.”

“What are we waiting for?” Dwyer
demanded impatiently. “Let’s get going!”

Ten minutes later, the men were in the
house on Jefferson Avenue, talking to the
girl named Essie Jacks. Playing on the
floor nearby was a 22-month-old baby
girl that the mother called Ada.

“Boots her father?” Dwyer demanded
softly.

Essie Jacks nodded as she eyed her
visitors nervously. Dwyer went on
smoothly, “What's Boots’ real name, Es-
sie? And where is he now?”

“Walter,” the girl said in a low voice.
“Walter Davis. But he doesn’t live here.
He just comes around sometimes, visiting
like.”

Dwyer nodded. “Was he here last Hr
day night and Saturday morning ?”

The girl shook her head. And in answer

to further questions, she said she wasn’t °

sure just where Walter did live, he kept
moving around so. It all depended on
whether he was working or not, and how
much rent he could pay.

While she talked she kept glancing at a
table in one corner of the room, and
Dwyer followed her glance and noted a
cheap photograph sitting there. Quickly
he got up and walked over to the table.

“Is this of Walter?” he asked then,
picking up the picture.

Essie nodded.

He turned the picture over, saw an ad-

82

dress written on the back, beneath the
name: Walter Davis.

“He still living on Franklin Avenue?”
he demanded then.

“I guess so,” the girl admitted hesi-
tantly. “He's never told me no different.”
Then, even more slowly and tremulously,
as though she almost feared to ask be-
cause of the answer that might come, she
murmured, “What you asking all these
questions for? What’s Walter done this
time?”

“We're not certain,” Dwyer told the girl
gently. “But if it’s what we think it is,
you'll be better off in the long run, Essie.
Safer than you know .. .”

They left then, heading for the address
on Franklin Avenue. That turned out to
be a rooming house. Walter Davis was
not there.

“He left last week,” the landlady told
the officers. “He was three weeks behind
in his rent, and I had to put him out.”

She did not know where he had gone,
but thought it might be to his mother’s
place. And when she gave them the ad-
dress, the detectives stared at one another
in startled surprise.

For the address was that of a house at
8 Monroe street. And that meant it was a
building that must back almost directly on
that at 17 Madison street—or at the most,
no more than two backyards away!

It was a little after two o'clock in the
afternoon by then. And it took less than
ten minutes for the detectives, with Dwyer
accompanying them, to reach the house on
Morroe street.

But Walter Davis wasn’t there.

His mother, an elderly woman in ob-
viously poor health, talked to the officers,
shaking her head sadly with the knowl-
edge that her son must be in some kind of
trouble again.

“He’s out now,” she admitted. “But he’ll
be back sometime before supper. He got
money from me to go to a movie before
he left.”

“We'll wait,”:Dwyer promised grimly.

That was how it was that two hours
later, as Walter Davis walked down Mon-
roe street towards his mother’s home, he
was suddenly stopped. And almost before
he knew what was happening, Detectives
Shea and McCarthy, together with Patrol-
man Dwyer, had bundled him into a squad
car, and were racing towards headquar-
ters.

“T ain’t done nothing,” Davis kept mum-
bling. “What you doing this to me for?”

“What about the Gray murder?” Dwyer
snapped.

Walter Davis shook his head. “I don’t
know nothing about it.”

But that wasn’t what Mrs. O'Reilly said.

Mrs. O’Reilly, who had been the first
to sound the alarm that horror-filled night
that had ended in the brutal slaying of
Mary Gray, was now in Mount Sinai Hos-
pital, suffering from the nervous shock of
that night.

And this time when she saw the man

the police brought before her she was:

quick and definite and positive.

“That’s the one!” she cried. “That's the
man who was at my window!”

But Davis only stared back at her blank-
ly, and.kept protesting his innocence.

Not until he returned to the station

house with the detectives did he break
down, And that was only after he had been
shown his mother and sister sitting in an
adjoining room, apparently under police
guard.

Maybe he feared then what they might
say. And maybe he had some belated
twinge of conscience, and wanted to pro-
tect them against further trouble.

At any rate, suddenly and without fur-

‘ther protest, he broke down.

E admitted that it was he who had

awakened Mrs. O'Reilly in the pre-
dawn hours of Saturday by fumbling at
her window. And after she had sent him
away, he had moved around to the back
of the house, where the fire escape led
down from the upper floors.

“I went right up to the third floor,” he
continued. “I didn’t try any windows until
I got there. Then I saw a window that
was open.”

He paused for a long moment before he
went on. “I went in and there was this
woman there. She woke up and saw me
and started to scream, so I put my hand
over her mouth for about five minutes .
Then I stabbed her.”

He had been up in Mary Gray’s room at
the very moment that the police; answer-
ing Mrs. O’Reilly’s call, were searching
the neighborhood for the prowler she had
reported. From Mary Gray’s room he had
glanced down into the back yards, and
watched the police—and waited until they
left.

Then he, too, left—going down the fire
escape and across two backyards to his
mother’s house. On the way, he threw
away the knife he had used as the murder
weapon. And once home, he took off his
blood-stained clothing, tossed it in a
closet, and calmly went to sleep.

The next day, while police were scour-
ing the neighborhood, he took the clothes
to a cleaner and left them there.

‘There was only one question to which
he had no answer. Why had he done it?

Why?

Walter Davis just shook his head, and
in the end only muttered, “Something
made me. I just couldn’t stop myself...”

The Brooklyn District Attorney prom-

ised a swift Grand Jury indictment and’

trial for the macabre killer in the night,
and early the following week a first-
degree murder indictment was handed
down.

But Patrolman Henry Dwyer didn’t
have to wait that long. Davis had been
caught late Thursday, and by midnight
had confessed. And on the following day,
Friday, Dwyer was called to a ceremony
in City Hall, before Mayor William
O’Dwyer.

There, Police Commissioner Arthur W.
Wallender officially informed him of his
promotion to third-grade detective—the
post he had been seeking for seven long
years. \

Dwyer’s dogged persistence had paid
off. He had proved himself again to his
superiors—and he had solved the lustful
murder of the lonely spinster.

Editor’s note: To avoid embarrassment to.

innocent parties, the names Essie and Ada
Jacks are fictitious.

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The knife used
to stab a 70-
year-old woman

HE eyes of Deputy Chief Inspector
William T. Whalen were ‘granite
cold and granite-hard. The com-

mander of detectives in the borough of
Brooklyn, New York City, spoke from
behind thin lips that were equally cold,
his voice barely rising above a whisper.

“This,” he said, in words that hit like
a@ ramrod driving home a charge of
powder, “is the most loathsome, most
despicable crime I have ever seen. I'm
going to find the killer if it’s the last
thing I do on this earth.”

The little room in which the Inspec-
tor spoke was as still as the death that

.

had entered and despoiled it. Inspector

Whalen gazed somberly, as they. all did,
at the crumpled figure that was
crouched on bended knees, head
against a worn sofa, partly hidden by
a hand-knitted afghan which fell over
the shoulders.

Dark spots showed against the wool,
and on the floor were more spots—the
blood of Miss Mary Margaret Gray.

Doctor George W. Ruger, the Dep-
uty Medical Examiner, gently pulled
aside the afghan and the detectives
saw a sight they long would remember.

Still and quiet in death was a neatly
prim old lady, her gray hair done in
curlers. A modest, ankle-length night-,
gown covered her thin body like a
collapsed parachute. One felt-lined
slipper was on her left foot, the mate
standing mutely beneath the room’s
lone window. Miss Mary might have
been asleep—except that her head and
torso were disfigured by hideous red
slashes. :

“I count nine knife -wounds,” an-
nounced Doctor Ruger. “There may be
more, but nine are all that are visible.
wor at least one has pierced the

eart.” .

Doctor Ruger replaced the afghan to
blot out the sight. “Her fingers were

S

clutched in the yarn,” the Medical
Examiner continued quietly. “I would
say she pulled the afghan over her head
to blot out the sight of something that
was more horrible than death.”

“You mean...”

“You know what I mean,” Doctor
Ruger replied. “There are indications.
I can tell you yes or no after the au-
topsy.” He glanced at his watch. “It’s
just five. I'll have the post by nine at
the latest.”

Inspector Whalen nodded wordless-
ly. This was routine. The machinery
was moving. But it did not promise an
easy answer to the question: Who killed
Mary Margaret Gray?

Did the answer lie within the small,
shabby-with-gentility apartment?

The Inspector and his picked lieu-
tenants had their feet planted on the
third floor of. No. 17. Madison Street,
Brooklyn, a short distance from Clas-
son Avenue. This once had been a fash-

ionable neighborhood of brownstone |

houses, with white stoops and hitching-
posts for the carriages. But the tides
of change had moved along Madison
Street. It was an area no longer fash-
ionable yet clinging to an aura of
threadbare respectability.

On the third floor of No. 17 Madison
Street Miss Mary Gray maintained her
little flat. Three families lived below
her, one on the-“parlor” floor, one on
the ground floor and the other in the
basement.

Information about Miss Gray. was
scanty, Inspector Whalen had learned.
She was a spinster of undetermined
age, perhaps in her seventies but well
preserved for the years. Neighbors
agreed she was a kindly, lovable soul,

a faithful parishioner of the Church of.

the Nativity, located across the street,
and a woman of impeccable habits and
behavior,

From some source Miss Gray received.
@ small income, presumably from a
family estate. Yet it would be apparent
to any casual observer that this was no
more than sufficient to meet the daily
needs of life. a

Investigators early came upon the
name and address of a nephew, Harold
Gray of Brooklyn, and a notification
was sent to him concerning his aunt’s

Were Three Different Persons Prowling Around the
Brooklyn, New York, Home of Miss Mary Margaret
Gray That Night,.or Did the One Come Back
For the Third Time to Kill the Elderly Spinster?

death. If any other relatives needed
notifying their names did not appear
among Miss: Gray’s few personal
papers.

Busy searching the tiny flat were two
crack detectives from the. Brooklyn
Homicide Squad, John T.. Shea and
Robert McCarthy. Due at. any minute
were the finger-print men and the pho-
tographers who would map every inch
of the place and record the scene in-
delibly on photographic plates.

Like the Medical Examiner’s cursory
examination of the body, this was rou-
tine procedure. Inspector Whalen was

By |
Jack Fayer
Special Investigator for

ACTUAL DETECTIVE
STORIES

little concerned with it. He was much
more concerned with the question of
who had killed Mary Gray, and why?

Temporarily the Inspector refused to
credit the motive Doctor Ruger had
suggested. The very thought was in-
credible. In addition, he knew; such a
motive often is only secondary—and
Whalen wanted to know where to move
should the Doctor be wrong.

What, then, was the original motive
for this slaying? Robbery?, Hardly.
Detectives uncovered $154 in small bills
lying in a dresser drawer. They were
plainly in view to anybody who took
the trouble to open the drawer. There
was practically no disorder in the

apartment, such as would have bee
the case if it were ransacked by a thie

Was the motive personal, hidden i
Miss Mary’s past? -

Inspector Whalen thought to himse:
that such a possibility existed in ever
case, but on the surface there was noth
ing to indicate that Miss Mary had a
enemy in the world. A woman of whor

‘all neighbors spoke well, who live

alone in seclusion, was not likely t
have made the, sort of enemies wh
would kill her.

Nor had the hour been propitious fo
such a crime. Miss Gray was slain a
approximately 4:15 in the mornin;
October 9, 1948. This was not guess
work on the Inspector’s part. The vic
tim’s screams, pitifully horrible, ha
been heard by several persons; they a
agreed that the time was 4:15.

Who would kill just before dawn, ex
cept a prowler?

And finally there was Doctor Ru
ger’s suggestion about the motive.

Inspector Whalen shuddered at th
thought. He couldn’t believe it—thi
was a gray-haired spinster who coul:
not have been a day younger than 7(
Yet—

Whalen rubbed a tired hand across
thin stubble of beard. His shoulder
sagged from weariness and his cop’
mind told him this was a tough one
Nor did he delude himself that h
would be permitted to coast on it. Th
combination was deadly from a pub
licity point of view. The newspaper
soon would be in full cry.

Deputy Chief Inspector Whalen wa
going to have to producé a minor mira
cle, and he knew it.

Detective McCarthy climbed bac!
through the living-room window
brushing flecks of rust from his trou
sers.

“There's blood on the fire-escape
Inspector,” he reported. . “‘Maybe hers
maybe the killer’s. At any rate, ther:

“isn’t much doubt he came and went b:
the fire-escape, although a lot of gooc
that fact will do us. I’ve been down
Nothing much there except a lot o
trash and a dark alley that’s paved; n
foot-prints.”

Wearily Inspector Whalen said
“Make all the usual tests. In the mean-

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= But she was wide awake. Sleep
# would not come, she knew, and she
kept thinking about the stranger at
the door. After five minutes of tossing
q and ‘turning she arose and tip-toed to
the front window. Across the street,

mi stranger stood staring at the house,
from which Mrs. O'Reilly in turn
i) stared at him. Even at that distance
# Mrs. O'Reilly imagined she could see a
sinister gleam on. the man’s face.

& Now she was really frightened. What
did he want?) Why hadn’t he gone
on his way after learning that Marie
was not around?
3 _ Mrs. O'Reilly wasted no further time.
| She aroused her sleeping son, thirteen-
aya year-old John O'Reilly, told him about
, the stranger and sent him upstairs to
arouse her neighbor and close friend,
Mrs. Nellie Wilson, a widow. Mrs.
O'Reilly felt that she wanted company
until daylight came. :

But first she would call the police,
Her call was relayed to the Classon
Avenue station and three radio cars
responded to the routine “Signal 32”
alarm.

By this time the man who was “look-
ing for Marie” was nowhere to be seen.
Six uniformed patrolmen made a
search of the block, flashing their lights
woe dark crannies between the old

ouses and into the alley at the rear.
They found nothing, and they went
away. 4 ;

Sitting close together with all the
doors and windows locked, Mrs.

bathed in the glow of a light, the

Chief Whalen: "This is one
killer who will be caught"

ime I want to talk to that woman
lownstairs—what’s her name?”

“Mrs. Mary O'Reilly,” replied Mc-
Jarthy. “She was pretty excited at
irst but I think she’s calmer now.”

Accompanied by -Detective Shea,
Vhalen descended to the apartment of
Ars. O'Reilly, which was jammed with
‘eople and alive with the buzz of con-
ersation. -

Still breathless after her harrowing
xperience, Mrs. O'Reilly accompanied
Jetective Shea to the kitchen, where
nspector Whalen waited for her. Here,
t least, it was fairly quiet. ,

The Inspector could see that Mrs.
Reilly was highly excited. It would
ever do to have her go to pieces.

“Just tell me what happened in your
ery own words,” the Inspector said,
is voice friendly. He lighted a ciga-
atte and offered one to Mrs. O'Reilly,
ut she refused it.

“I told so many people. already,”
Irs. O'Reilly declared in a tone of
dice that indicated she was not loathe
) tell it again. “A noise or somethin’
oke me up. It was a quarter to three.

street light hits the clock on the
resser and I could see good. I said

> myself, ‘What was that?’ Then I
eard the noise again, at the front
indow, like. I was scared but I got
0. I remember thinkin’ a burglar
ould be an awful jerk to pick on my
‘ace. I went to the front door. This
1y was standin’ there, big as life.”
Did Mrs. O'Reilly get a good look at
le stranger? But of course she did.
very good one.

“He was tall,” she said. “Six feet at
ast, and sort of thin. Had on sports
othes—you know, that fancy stuff.
acks, they call them, and a coat that
arly -matched the pants. Light
‘own, I’d say they was. He was a nice-
okin’ fellow, not tough or nothin’.”
But the combination of the hour and

man at her door frightened Mrs.

Reilly, whose husband was not home.
She described how she had opened
e front window a tiny crack and
led out, “What do you want?” .
an looking for. Marie,” the man re-
i

Mrs. O'Reilly did not know any Ma-
> and she said so. The stranger ap-
‘ared to accept that and turned to
ive. Mrs. O'Reilly closed the window
id went back to bed. .

8

* any Brooklyn neighbor should, that he
was on his 48-hour swing and would be
at home, not at the firehouse.

It took considerable courage on her
part to venture beyond her locked front
door and cover the few steps to No. 19,
but she did it and the sleepy Boode
aad answered her agonized pound-

Normally Boode would have resented
being hauled out of a comfortable bed
at the darkest hour of all, just before
dawn, but he knew that Mrs. O’Reilly’s
husband, William, was in the hospital.

“’Smatter?” he asked, yawning
sleepily. i

' Mrs. O'Reilly gasped out her suspi-
cion that something terrible had hap-
pened on the top floor of No. 17.

“She’s. probably having a- night-
mare,” the matter-of-fact Boode re--
hag my “but I suppose I’ll have to take
a look.”

He returned in a few seconds, wear-
ing pants over his pajamas, and en-
tered No. 17.

The door of Miss Gray's little flat
was locked and there was, of course,
no answer to his ‘calls and pounding.

: le in turn became alarmed. He
ran down the stairs and around the
house, staring upward.

“Her window's open!” he said. “She
never opens it!”

That decided Boode on his next
move. He returned to the spinster’s flat
and put his shoulder to the door.

Inspector Whalen listened quietly to
Mrs. O'Reilly's account of the events

,

Mary Margaret Gray, to judge by the
calcium content of her bones, was a
woman in her middle seventies. She
had been in excellent health and in life
must have appeared — considerably
younger.

She had been stabbed nine times,
viciously. All of the wounds were deep,
delivered by a right-handed assailant.
The weapon, Doctor Ruger said, ap-
peared to have been an ordinary clasp
knife with a folding blade. Death was
caused by a slash that reached the heart
through the back but the cumulative
effect of the other wounds would have
caused death in any event,

As for the one question to which In-
spector Whalen dreaded to know the
answer—it was yes. °

Inspector Whalen, the veteran cop, .

the trained manhunter to whom vio-
lence and murder were a part of the
day’s business, recoiled from the pic-
ture that the Medical Examiner’s re-
port portrayed for him.

Robbery he could understand. Mur-
der he could understand. But not this.

yr ironically enough, the sheer hor-
ribleness of the crime promised to
make his task a little easier, This, too,
was a pattern. It might narrow the
fleld of search,

Methodically Inspector Whalen as-
sembled a file of suspects on which to
go to work. Brooklyn, most populous of
New York City’s five boroughs, holds its
share of such criminals, both in and out
of prison. ; }

“There Will Be a Lot of People at That Funeral and-1
Want You to Watch for Strangers, Strangers Who Can't

Keep from Looking at the Coffin, Strangers Whose Eyes

Wander Back to the Sight and Then Jerk Away from It in
Fright, Lest the Body Rise and Point Accusing Fingers"

\

O'Reilly and Mrs. Wilson talked in
whispers, and with each passing min-
ute the harmless-looking pre-dawn
visitor grew more and more sinister.

By 4:15 he had reached the propor-
tions of a monster, a

And then it happened.

From the quiet darkness above came
& series of piercing screams.

The first one was sharp, denoting
surprise. This was followed by shrill
and pitiful cries of stark terror.

Mrs. Wilson, hard of hearing, no-
ticed. nothing but the awful sound of
the screaming was transmitted to her
by the look of fear and fright on Mrs.
O’Reilly’s face. The two women clung
to each other, transfixed.

T= screams stopped and there was no
sound from above, a fact more
frightening than the screams them-
selves. Mrs. O'Reilly and Mrs. Wilson
knew, intuitively but none the less cer-
tainly, that death had joined them in
the old brownstone house. The man-
ner ‘of its coming neither knew, but
there was no mistaking its presence.

For long, dreadful seconds they stood
like stone images, only their fluttering
hearts in motion. a

Then Mrs. O’Reilly managed to gasp.
“That was Miss Gray!" °

Mrs. Wilson, who lived on the sec-
ond floor, directly beneath the spinster,
whimpered in terror. .

Nor did the light snores of the sleep-
ing, John O'Reilly lend them any
comfort. They served, rather, to
emphasize the loneliness.

“I’m going to get Fred,” Mrs. O'Reilly
said at last. ‘

Fred Boode, Junior, a New York City
fireman, lived next door at No. 19 Madi-
son Street,.and Mrs. O'Reilly knew, as

leading up to the discovery of the
crime. He asked himself one question:
Was the tall stranger in the sports
clothes the killer?

The odds were against it. This man

_ had permitted himself to be recognized.

He had hung around the premises for a
time preceding the slaying.

Yet this stranger had to be found
and questioned. :

Who was Marie, if indeed, she
existed? No Marie lived in No. 17. No
Marie lived in No. 19, nor No. 15.

But Brooklyn is a maze of streets in-
which some of the oldest inhabitants
occasionally lose their way. Perhaps
the stranger, looking for Marie, had
blundered into the wrong street. ;

It was an angle worth investigating.
Inspector Whalen promptly sent a crew
of detectives out to look for a Marie in
other streets with the address No. 15,
No. 17 or No. 19,

’ He next turned his attention to the
technical reports.

The slayer of Miss Mary had been
careful, but whether accidentally or on
purpose Inspector Whalen had no way
of telling. He had left no finger-prints,
despite several opportunities to leave
them. No tell-tale marks on the win-
dow ledge, through which he climbed
from the fire-escape. None anywhere
in the little flat excevt those of a wo-.
man, cbviously Miss Gray. The few
smears of blood on the fire-escape -it-
self appeared to have been made sec-
ond-hand.

“His clothes were bloody,” said De-
tective McCarthy.. “Some of it came

- Off on the fire-escape. It is undoubted-

ly the blood of Miss Gray but it’s being
typed in case it doesn’t match.”

Next came the autopsy report from
Doctor Ruger.

pense ° — ET ‘ae wes a ee o.

With the records before him, Inspec-
tor Whalen learned that early on the
morning of September 26, Miss Tessie
Winkler had been seized in the Nos-.
trand Avenue subway station.

Strong and brave, she had fought
valiantly and so effectively that her
assailant fled, but not before he had
stabbed her twice.

Ww4s the man who set upon Miss
Winkler the same man who two
weeks later succeeded in killing an older
and less agile victim?

The report on the Winkler affair in-
dicated that she had failed to identify
any of the hundreds of Rogues Gallery
pictures of criminals of this type. But
Inspector Whalen put little faith in
that.. The man who sits for a police
photograph rarely looks like the same
man who strikes in the semi-darkness
of a subway tunnel. .

“McCarthy,” said Inspector Whalen,
“I want you to.talk to that girl. Get her
to describe her assailant. Let her take

‘plenty of time and don't try to coach

her. I'm interested in any peculiar
mannerisms he may have had, or any
peculiarities in his speech. Find out the
kind of clothes he wore. Was he a natty
dresser, or was he sloppy? The killer
of Miss Gray apparently was a fashion
plate, judging by Mrs. O’Reilly’s de-
scription.”

Detective McCarthy departed to see
Miss Winkler, who was still under a
doctor's care at her home. He no sooner
had left the room than Detective Shea
reported. .

'_ “We've got something,” Shea said
slowly, trying to keep the elation from
his voice.

'“The Marie business?”

“That's it. A Marie Farnum. She

# cclpoads Be

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fee 18

Mrs. Helen Brennan, neighbor of the victim,
_from her fence by a prowler in the first of

moved into a rooming-house two weeks
ago. And the number is seventeen.”

Inspector Whalen’s face lighted up.
“That’s a break, Did you get a line or
the girl?” .

Shea shook his head. “Not too good a
one. She works, the landlady doesn’t
know where. But Marie comes from
Poughkeepsie and she’s had half a dozen
letters from some man in Poughkeepsie
since she’s lived here.” :

“Landlady tell you that?”

“Sure. But what is more important,
Marie has a snapshot of herself and
some man stuck in the mirror of her
dresser, Fellow is tall, snappy dresser,
weighs about a hundred and fifty, judg-
ing from the picture.”

“When is Marie due home?”

“Five or thereabouts. She probably

works as a clerk or waitress someplace.
‘She'll be picked up tonight. I’ve made
all the arrangements.” | :
- It was still a thin thread. Aman asks
for Marie ...on the wrong street. A
few minutes later there is a killing. Are
the two things related? . Is Marie’s boy
friend a killer?

Marie herself could clear up a lot of
things, including the name and address
of the Poughkeepsie friend.

But it was only one strand in the web
the police were fashioning for the slayer
of Miss Mary Margaret. -

The ponderous machinery of the New
York City Police Department was in full
gear, grinding away at a task which was

important but not very exciting reading. .

The roundup of known. criminals
was on. Into every corner of the huge
city hard-eyed cops moved stealthily
and competently.

“You're wanted!” they said to shifty-
eyed men, young and old, whose rec-

with the board pried
three nocturnal visits

ords showed that at some time they
had seized a woman or girl with more
than the intent to rob. es

By mid-afternoon of October 9 at
least 60 men were on the grill at the
Classon Avenue station. Inspector
Whalen and Deputy Chief. Inspector
Patrick J. Kenny announced to the
newspapers that 200 detectives and
uniformed men were assigned exclu-
sively to the investigation.

“We naturally try to solve all crimes,”
said Whalen in a statement to the
press, “‘but this is one killer who will be
caught.”

The dragnet, as headline writers like
to call it, dragged exceedingly fine but
it did not pull in the killer of the little
spinster. Men were questioned and re-
leased almost as rapidly as they were
brought in. They were grilled by de-
tectives working in relays, but in one
manner or another managed to dem-
onstrate they had been somewhere else
at 4:15 on the morning of October 9,
ppb Miss Mary had met her horrible

eath. :

At fifteen minutes past five, Marie
Farnum and Inspector Whalen. met
face to face. Detective Shea brought
her in, frightened and puzzled.

The girl’s face had a shallow pretti- .

ness but it was evident, after the first
few words of conversation, that when
brains were being handed out, Marie
was off somewhere waiting for'a street
car, :
Some introductory questions elicited
from Marie the fact that she was 25, a
native of Poughkeepsie and at present
employed as a waitress in a Fulton
Street restaurant.

“Haven't you got a boy friend in
Poughkeepsie?”

- Spector said dryly.

Marie’s eyes lighted. “Yeah, a peachy
fellow. I’m spoken for.” 5

“When did you see him last?”

The girl wrinkled. her brow in
thought. “Gee, it must’a been a coupl’a
weeks. Not since I left Poughkeepsie.”

It developed, after more questions,
that George—the Inspector got the full
name, George Brady—was to have
come down to take Marie out for din-
ner and a movie, but he hadn’t shown
up. It didn’t seem to bother her par-
ticularly.

When was the date for? This took
some thought on Marie’s part. She
eventually decided the date had been
for Saturday, October 9.

“That would be tonight,” the In-
“Try again.”

- “Then it must’a been last Saturday,”
the girl replied cheerfully. “I ain’t so
hot on getting dates straight.”

Aur at any rate George had expressed
»™ a desire to visit her and had not
shown up.

“Does he know where you live now?”

“I dunno. I suppose so. He’s got the
address and he writes me letters.”

But Marie could not state with cer-
tainty that George would be able to
find her rooming-house by himself
without asking a lot of questions.

Having obtained Mr. Brady’s ad-
dress, Inspector Whalen sent the girl

Miss Mary Margaret died on the third
floor of this once fashionable home

home. She obviously knew nothing di-
rectly about the death of Miss Mary
but the non-appearing George was an-
other matter, entirely another matter

Without ever having laid eyes on th«
man, Whalen figured he had a pretts
good idea of George. Big, not toc
bright, a man of animal instincts. He'c
see, now, how right he was.

The ever-efficient Poughkeepsie po-
lice made short work of George Brady
They had him tamed and waiting when
Detectives George Mundy and Frank
Conwell of the Homicide Squad arrived
in their town. They also had an assort-
ment of objects found in Brady’s fur-
prnee room that boded no good for

m.

Accredited to the. sullen prisoner
were a baseball bat, sawed off; a length
of rubber. hose filled with sand and
sealed at both ends, and a switch-knife
with a five-inch blade. None seemed
suited to Brady's professed occupation,
as an odd-jobs man.

Mundy, Conwell and the prisoner
made a quick trip back to Brooklyn,
where the bat, sapper and knife were
turned over to the crime laboratory at
Centre Street to be tested for blood-
stains. ae -

Their next job was to finger-print
Brady.

“He's been had,” Detective Mundy
reported a few-minutes later to In-
spector Whalen.: “Knows just how. to
move and spoil a set of prints, so these
aren’t his first. It took a little per-
suasion but we got them.” |

(Continued on Page 46)

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The building at Joralemon Street in Brooklyn
where the murder of Dr. George E. Deely took
place on the night of June 2nd, 1931.

It shrouded Columbia Heights, and drew itself
about the white electrolier globes on Joralemon
Street like pearly wraiths of quivering ectoplasm.

Desolate tolling of pitching bell buoys, and droning
horns of fog-bound vessels drifted up from New York
Harbor, in a bleak dirge.

Patrolman Patrick Murphy’s rubber-heeled elevens
carried him noiselessly toward the hundred-and-sixty
block. As eight bells—4 a.mM.—floated through moist
air waves, he stolidly clumped down three steps that
led to the sunken entrance of a handsome, redstone
house, flanked by a brass shingle engraved in black—
Dr. George E. Deely, M.D.

After dutifully trying the handle, Murphy resumed
his monotonous beat, all unaware of the reddish-brown
eyes that spied upon his departure.

A smile crimpled shapely lips, as the small, jaunty
figure turned from the window. Only a mind reader
could have guessed that back of the childlike face
churned ghoulish thoughts of a dead body sprawled on
the floor of the third-story rear bedroom. A two-year-
long dream come true. Vengeance finally accomplished.
And not a visible clue left behind.

A watchman in the school across the street, when
quizzed by detectives, told of seeing a nebulous figure
leave Dr. Deely’s house some moments after the officer’s
form had been swallowed by the fog. Because of that
fog, he could not tell its sex; and color, too, in that
misted distance was as indistinguishable as a gray cat’s
on a moonless night.

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D™: fog smothered the dawn of June 2nd, 1931.

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MIDSUMMER

NIGHT
HORROR

By Isabel Stephen

Quick footsteps... .
A swift knife thrust in

the dark ... . And the
elusive killer was away.

But the New York de-

tectives got their man

Mrs. Norma Linda, the doctor’s cook, discovered her
master’s atrociously mutilated body at 8.30.

It lay on its left side, feet bare, knees updrawn, at»

the foot of the Queen Anne bed. The lower part of a
blue-and-white striped pyjama suit was dragged half-
way down the thighs; gouts of scarlet blood stiffened
the silk.

Gaping knife wounds in left groin, abdomen, and
chest had bled profusely, dyeing the maroon rug to a
deeper purple.

There was no mutilation of the square, jovial face;
but a dried spray of blood from a scalp gash corded
the broad forehead. Staring eyes—somehow expressive
of hideous agony—appeared to be gazing at a bas-
relief of The Last Supper suspended over the white
marble mantelpiece.

A final, fiendishly macabre touch lay in a length of
insulated wire that tethered the corpse to a huge Win-
throp desk.

“T ooks like the work of a degenerate,” commented

Police Commissioner Mulrooney, an hour later, to the —

medical examiner who crouched over the body of his
dead colleague. “How long would you say he has been
dead?”

“Roughly, five or six hours—which checks with the |

watchman’s story,” Dr. Emanuel Martin replied. “The
killer used a small knife. He must have watched our
friend slowly bleeding to death before cutting the

jugular vein.”
“What a death!” Mulrooney shuddered. “Deely was

a prince. In spite of his millions and social position, he

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Midsummer Night Horror 49

A dent in the pillow, and on the lower sheet, sug-

- her to accompany him and O’Hagan to the study.

gested Dr. Deely had retired before the arrival of his O’Hagan followed the commissioner and the secre-
pre-dawn visitor. The upper end of the top sheet tary through an archway into a spacious front room
trailed on the floor, as if he had jumped up hastily. that held an atmosphere of convivial hospitality.
One of the grooved mahogany posts was missing. Woven into the gorgeous indigo Persian rug was the
O’Hagan’s glance discovered it within a yard of the color scheme of the deep, luxurious chairs, and the huge
corpse—ominously blotched, and stippled with dark golden mohair davenport that fronted the red marble
_brown hair that matched the ruffled locks on the dead open fireplace.
man’s skull. Po A buffet frigidaire purred in a butler’s pantry off
. an alcoved breakfast nook. A cellarette’s beveled upper
OVER- N= by, the plushy nap of the rug was scuffed glass panels revealed delicate crystal goblets, provided
TURNEO down hard, over an area of two square feet. for the vintage wines in the lower compartment.
ROCKER) O’Hagan felt this should tell him something—but its Miss Callaghan, perched nervously on the edge of a

significance was then incomprehensible, like blurred
words on a scrap of paper that need their context for
correct interpretation.

“The killer,” Commissioner Mulrooney’s voice
broke into the precinct detective’s concentration,
“didn’t wash up in the bathroom. The place is as clean
as a hound’s tooth. Formed any theory, O’Hagan?”

“Looks like an Oriental’s job,” O’Hagan offered, dif-
fidently. “A knife is their pet weapon... - hitching
the corpse—crowning insult—is an Oriental note....
and the killer used a seaman’s hitch-knots in the

tapestry upholstered chair, looked up anxiously at
Mulrooney, who looked down upon her speculatively,
from his position before the fireplace.

“Think, girlie,” he urged. “Who fits this bill—
Oriental, short, slender, somebody who has keys to the
house, knows when the night patrol passes by, and
might have a motive for killing your employer?”

“a discharged servant?” she offered timidly. “Dr.
Deely had a lot of trouble with his house help. He tried
Chinese, Negroes, Japs, and Filipinos. Last week he
discharged two Filipinos. That was before the Lindas

wire... « came.”

“Well reasoned,” the commissioner commended. “Tell us about the Filipinos,” instructed the commis-
Mulrooney dismissed the cook to her below-stairs sioner.

quarters, as the fingerprint men and photographers “Seneco Simplico was chauffeur and butler. He came

bustled in. Turning to Miss Callaghan, he requested from an Oriental employment agency. George Damico

thearts. One
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was a regular, good fellow. Always ready with a hand-
out for down-and-outers.”

“TIsn’t it queer, doctor,” put in John O’Hagan, a
precinct detective, “that an athletic chap like him didn’t
put up any struggle. The blood on the bed footboard
shows he stood clinging to it while the killer kept slash-
ing at him.”

| geen conceding that it was “queer,” the medical
examiner maintained a noncommittal silence.

“Do you feel able to give us your story now?” the
commissioner addressed a young servant in starched
blue chambray, whose face was ruddled with tears.
“Tell us all you. can think of.”

Mrs. Linda could think of very little that was
helpful.

It appeared that the doctor was in the habit of lock-
ing himself in his private suite at night. When her
knock met with no response, she tried the handle.
Before inserting her own key, she summoned her hus-
band, the butler. He opened the door, but it was her eyes
that discovered the doctor’s key lying on the rug—and
the grisly heap of ribboned flesh that had been her
master.

“You heard no disturbance at all during the night?”
she was asked.

“Only a phone ring at 2.30,” Mrs. Linda said. “I
hung up when I heard a girl speaking to the doctor....
No, I didn’t distinguish any words.”

O’Hagan’s roving eye landed a woman’s blood-spot-
ted visiting card near the desk. He plucked it off
the floor, handed it to Mulrooney.

The commissioner read off the name—‘Miss Ruth

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Dr. George Edward Deely, M. D., prominent New
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Diagram showing layout of Dr. Deely’s apartment in Brooklyn. Lettering indicates position
of body, and route police believed the murderer took in his flight.

Adderle. Know who she is?” he asked the doctor’s
grief-stricken secretary, Miss Callaghan.

“Yes, sir,” the girl stammered. “She used to be
one of the two office nurses up to last September.”

M's ADDERLE, according to the secretary, was
twenty-five, blonde, and beautiful.

“Of course,” Dr. Martin thrust in, “ta woman could
have done it. However, Dr. Deely never gave his private
keys to any woman friend *
| “You’re wrong,” the commissioner objected, “in
‘thinking I want to muckrake Dr. Deely’s private life.
But this is no simple burglary-murder job. We can’t
dump overboard the consideration that he was a popular
bachelor. Some infatuated woman might have gotten
hold of the keys. Anyhow, the Homicide men are al-
ready out, questioning a list of patients and friends—

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and their husbands and families and sweethearts. One
of them will pick up Miss Adderle,” he finished grimly.

Dr. Martin hurriedly packed his instrument bag,
and stalked from the death chamber, leaving behind a
promise to perform the autopsy that forenoon.

The commissioner disappeared through a cream
enameled doorway in the northwest corner of the bed-
room.

In the police chief’s absence, O’Hagan’s eyes snapped
an analytical appraisal of the death scene.

The desk contents had, apparently, not been dis-
turbed. A costly emerald scarfpin flashed green sparks
in the bright sunlight; beside it, on the purple blot-
ter, a roll of bills and loose silver were untouched.

Across the tomblike silence, the quick, delicate tick-
ing of an expensive thin platinum watch on the night
table called attention to the bed.

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The Kolbucz case was broken because
the killers had used a girl as the lure. Be-
fore the Holyoke man died in the hospital
he told Captain Pritchard that a young girl
had come up to him on the street and asked
him if he would accompany her to her home
because she was afraid to walk alone. The
husky war worker agreed and the girl led
him to a tenement at 29 West 112th Street.
As he stepped into the dark hallway three
youths came out from behind the stairway
well and attempted to rob him, When he
resisted, one of them slashed him with a
knife, the blade cutting his heart. The
frightened youths and the girl lure fled
over the rooftops without taking the $118
Kolbucz had in his pockets.

The dying man had been unable to
describe his assailants but said the girl was

neatly dressed in a plaid skirt, a sweater
and saddle shoes. For two weeks police
made no headway but something about the
description of the girl sounded familiar to
Captain Pritchard.

He checked the missing persons alarms
and found that a sixteen-year-old girl
named Frances Stewart wearing that type
of clothes had been reported missing from
home a week before the murder.

Detectives had tried to locate the missing
girl without success. Finally Captain
Pritchard had several detectives casually
inform some of the missing girl’s closest
friends that her mother was critically ill in
Harlem Hospital. Detectives were posted
at the hospital. Later Frances appeared
and asked to see her mother. She was

taken to the (Cont’d on the following page)

Face Value

During the winter of 1940, the FBI de-
cided to clean up Miami, Florida, and J.
Edgar Hoover boarded a plane to have a
personal hand in the job. Miami had long
been the winter rendezvous of the top-
flight gypsters. The wealthy and fashion-
able resort boasted of much circulating
folding moriey and a perennial sucker crop.
They surged to the sunshine winter city
from all sections of the U. S. And the easy
money specialists had made such inroads
on the pocketbooks of the visitors as to
make the intervention of the FBI necessary.

With the announcement that J. Edgar
Hoover was flying south, the gypsters
scattered like frightened quail at the report
of a shotgun. They wanted noxpart of the
FBI or its famous chief. Aaj

One elegant and suave gentleman, Alfred
B. Sleamons, who specialized inthe painless
extraction of paper money from unsuspect-
ing wallets, deserves mention—if only as a
warning to the country at large. Acknowl-
edged to be one of the slickest confidence
men in the country, he had an unusually
long record and the FBI kept his photo en-
shrined in an office file. He had taken post
graduate courses in several ranking peni-
tentiaries, notably California’s San Quentin;
and had majored in get-rich-quick schemes
at Nebraska’s Rock, at Lincoln.

He specialized in fashionable resort cli-
entele, and could talk a miser out of his
last cent. Fashionably dressed, hale and
hearty, he used his uncanny resemblance
to a famous American political figure to its
utmost.

People would remark on the striking re-
semblance—even to the unruly lock of hair
—but Sleamons would deprecatingly dis-
miss it. He never claimed that he was a
close relative of the statesman; but he left
much to carefully stage-managed implica-
tion. He carried a stooge with him—un-
known to the prospective victim—who
glibly filled in the missing clues of supposed
identity.

The stooge was Arthur Ivan Downie, also
a seasoned con artist, also with a portrait
at FBI headquarters. He posed as a wealthy
vacationer. When Sleamons denied any
relationship with the famous statesman,
Downie would later seize an opportunity to
say:

“Don’t let him kid you. I’m from Wash-
ington, and I know he’s closely related to
so-and-so. In fact, I saw a letter he got
from the bigshot himself a few days ago.
I think he’s a younger brother, and is using
an incognito down here. Take it from me—
I know! He just doesn’t want to be recog-
nized here.”

All of which gave Mr. Sleamons a fine
background for the work. Victims, after
the loss of a sizable chunk of long green,
were ashamed to squawk. The man who had
unfortunately lost their money on a “fixed”
race, or a stock deal, was too close to a

great man to be suspected. So much for |

face value.

“OM Meeig

The resemblance paid off handsomely
until J. Edgar Hoover flew south. Then,
Sleamons and Downie packed their expen-
sive luggage and decamped for less con-
tested territory. The only error they made
was in selecting St. Petersburg, Florida, as
a peaceful hiding place. And to while away
their enforced vacation, they tried a “short
take,” just to keep their hands in practice.

However, Chief of Detectives Siers, of
St. Petersburg, had figured in advance that
some of the scattering con-men might make
for his city; so, he detailed two of his best
men, Detectives Nesbit and McPhail, to be
on the lookout.

They spotted the two crooks, for Slea-
mons’ looks worked both ways. The detec-
tives posed as wealthy farmers, and al-
lowed themselves to be lured into an oil
well scheme—then they marched Sleamons
and Downie to the little jail around the
corner,

Sentenced to three months in the city’s
stables, the two aristocrats of the under-
world were aghast—they, with their fash-
ionable clothes and be-diamonded fingers,
soft muscles and soft ways of living, work
in a stable? They’d lose all face in the
upper underworld. It was unthinkable. So
they escaped and are now fugitives from
a stable-manicuring sentence. They will
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(Continued from page 39) —Puerto Ricans
and former residents of South and Central
America—have their own theatres, stores
and restaurants from Third to Fifth Ave-
nues up to 116th Street. A Finnish settle-
ment with its own night-clubs and cabarets
has existed for years in the vicinity of
Madison Avenue from 125th to 130th Street.
Even the gypsies are represented by a small
settlement.

Part of Captain Pritchard’s record is due
to the unusual methods he has devised.
Within two hours after an important crime
his men are distributing 10,000 circulars
in a door to door canvass of every apart-
ment house in Harlem. The circulars are
printed in three or four languages on a
mimeograph machine which the Captain
and his men purchased themselves.

Out of the vast population in Harlem
somebody is bound to be walking on the
street or poking his head out of the window
and seeing something, the Captain reasoned
in inaugurating this system.

™@ THESE DOOR-TO-DOOR visits turn up
tips that have solved many cases. The
sleuths have found that most people are
reluctant to come to a station house but will
talk freely in the privacy of their homes.

However, the. murder of Private Berk-
owitz did not appear to be an easy case
to solve. Experts from the Technical Re-
search Bureau combed the areaway without
finding a clue. Detectives circulated through
the large crowd that had gathered, without
finding a witness who was able or willing
to talk.

As the hours passed the facts gathered
about the slain soldier only added to the
mystery. Berkowitz had been born only
five blocks from the church where his body

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was found. His family had moved away
from Harlem when he was a young boy. The
entire character of the neighborhood had
changed. Nobody at the former address
knew him or his family. No friends of his
were found living in the section. His sister
said he had visited her in the Bronx the
previous day and had two months’ pay with
him.

Assistant Medical Examiner Milton Hel-
pern said that the soldier had been killed
from two to four hours before the body
was found.

“Probably between four and five o’clock
in the morning, after the bars closed,” Cap-
tain Pritchard calculated.

A house-to-house search in the immediate
vicinity of the church produced a conflict-
ing clue. A woman was found who said
she saw a soldier and three men go down
the church basement steps about 5 A.M.

A short time later she saw an air raid
warden as he was preparing to cross the
street near the church and she had shouted
a warning to him not to go near there or he
might be mugged.

The warden was located. He said that
when he was a block away he saw two men
get into a green and white checkered taxi-
cab on the church corner.

“The woman saw three men and the air
raid warden saw two, so it looks like they
might have been separate parties,” the
Captain commented. He assigned forty de-
tectives to locate the green and white cab.
Neither the woman nor the air raid warden
had been able to furnish a description of
the men.

Hours passed with no results. In the
early afternoon Detectives William Secor,
James McHale and Edward Murphy found
the green and white taxi. Reasoning that

only. hackmen who operated regularly in
Harlem would be cruising the streets there
at five o’clock, they concentrated their ef-
forts in that area.

“Two men hailed me,” the cabman told
the detectives. “When I got under way I
discovered: that I had three passengers.
One of them got in from the other side.”

M@ THE DRIVER had dropped the men off at
the corner of Lenox Avenue and 116th
Street. There the trail ended. No one
could be found who had seen the trio on
that corner after they had left the cab.

“We've now got two places to work on,”
the Captain remarked, “one where the body
was found,and the other where the three
men left the taxi. The fact they got out
there shows they are Harlem residents.
Berkowitz must have met them some place
in Harlem.” “

Pritchard drew a chart of the possible
routes the killers could have taken from the
general neighborhood of Lenox Avenue and
116th Street to the church. Detectives then
questioned ‘the residents, tavern owners and
cab drivers along the routes. -

A second taxi driver was found. He’said
that the previous night he had driven three
men and a soldier from Lenox Avenue and
113th Street to 116th Street near Eighth
Avenue. He identified a picture of Ber-
kowitz as the soldier. He was unable to
give any description of the men beyond
the fact that they were white.

Detectives soon were swarming in the
vicinity of 116th Street and Eighth Avenue.
The owners of all the bars, poolrooms and
bowling alleys were questioned. None of
them’ had: seen Berkowitz and the three
men.

“Then they were taking the soldier on a

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PHANTOM LADY AND THE

TOAST OF DEA

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The Craig mansion was closed, but Sheriff Scatterbrook had the old
caretaker let him in one night and there in the locked room he learned the
blood-chilling secret of the phantom lady and the toast of death. Don’t miss

“The Secret of the Locked Room” com

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THE DESERTED HOUSE MYSTERY. Had he lived, John could not have told

who ambushed him, but had he heard

that strange accusation made to the

police, he might have spotted the killer’s motive. Here’s a baffling plot that
hinged on the nighttime visit of a man and woman to a lonely house—and
it’s ten to one you'll never guess the reason they went there.

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Hyde, who wanted old Colonel Tom’s fortune for himself, even if all the other

heirs had to die. How he was finally t

rapped by a young doctor is a story

that will leave you calling for a nurse—and maybe a couple of sleeping
tablets, too, if you happen to read at night.

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tour,” Pritchard decided. “Hit all the
apartments and be on the lookout for any
‘Juice Joints,’ ”

A juice joint is a Harlem speakeasy where
moonshine is sold, Operated in apartments

the living-room. They usually accommo-
date no more than twenty-five persons and
move every two months or so to prevent
detection by Treasury agents,

In a tenement near the corner the'search-
ing detectives found a juice joint where
Berkowitz had been before he was mur-
dered.

“That’s the soldier, all right,” the owner
said after studying a photograph. “He was
here with three fellows. I never saw any
of them before. They sat here for several
hours and the soldier paid the bill. They
left between four and four-thirty this morn-
ing. The three men spoke to.each other
once in a while in Spanish.”

Other detectives found a third taxi-driver
whose information puzzled the officers, He
said he had picked up three men who an-
Swered the description of the killers at

steps. They reappeared a few minutes
later. .No soldier had been with them.

On the way back they stopped a milk
wagon and bought two quarts of milk which
they drank in the cab. He then drove them
to a tavern on 111th Street which was just
opening for the morning. They invited him
in and bought him a drink.

He suddenly became suspicious of them
when he saw one of them hand over a
knife to the other. He downed his drink
and left hurriedly.

“What time was it?” Captain Pritchard
asked.

“About six o'clock this morning,” the
hackie replied. .

“But the soldier already was dead at least
an hour,” the Captain pointed out.

“I don’t know about that,” responded the
cabbie. “All I know is that I drove three
men to the church and they went down the
basement steps, I waited for them, took
them back and I know it was just about six
o’clock because that saloon doesn’t open
until then.”

The bartender at the 111th Street tavern
verified the taxi-man’s statement. He also
said he did not know any of the trio.

“I heard one of them call the other,
‘Benny,’” he volunteered. “He was wear-
ing one of those fancy hats with very wide
brim and almost white in color.”

“That will do it,” Pritchard said. He
turned to Detective Secor. “Everything
seems to check that the men we want live
in the Spanish section. The man in the
juice joint heard them speak Spanish and
they were picked up by three different cab
drivers, each time in the Spanish section.
There shouldn’t be many with the nickname
of Benny.”

Three hours later Detectives Secor, Mc-
Hale and Murphy returned with Benietz
DeJesus, eighteen, of 16 East 110th Street,
a Puerto Rican. He had been found home
asleep in bed.

“Answers the description even down to
the hat,” the officers reported.

DeJesus denied any knowledge of the
Berkowitz murder. He said he had been
home by 4 a.m.

“I always get home early because my
mother is sick,” he declared. “I was out
with Bill Diaz. He can tell you what time
I got home.”

Diaz was brought to the station house for
questioning. Captain Pritchard’s eyes
narrowed as he studied the eighteen-year-
old youth.

Diaz was almost six feet tall and had a
piece of fresh adhesive plaster under his

“Louie says you tol' him to throw the body in the ‘river awright, but he wants to
know which one—the East River, the Harlem or the Hudson?"

left eye. Hig lips were cut and bruised.

“So Berkowitz beat you up,” the Captain
shot at him,

“I got this Sparring at the gym,” Diaz
replied, He said he was a boxer and fought
at the local arena.

“What time did you leave DeJesus this
morning?”

Diaz shrugged. “It was early. His old
lady is sick and he always makes the break
before we can have fun. It was just four
on the Lambert clock when we started
home.” *

Detectives Questioned the parents and
friends of the pair. They learned that
Diaz and DeJesus usually were with a third
Puerto Rican youth, Americe Romano,
nineteen, who was taken into custody,

Although two of the taxi-drivers tenta-
tively identified the three, the prisoners
denied ever having seen the murdered sol-
dier. Assistant District Attorney Jacob
Grumet, in charge of the Homicide Bureau
at the Prosecutor’s office, took part in the
questioning.

Grumet conferred with Captain Pritchard.
“Romano looks like the weakest one of the
three. Let’s concentrate on him. He might
fall for the double-cross line.”

Romano was brought into the room. The
two officials stared at him coldly. “Well,
it’s all up with you,” Grumet said. “Your
two friends have talked and put the finger
on you. You knifed the soldier so you’re
going to the chair.” ‘

Romano wet his lips but said nothing.

@ CAPTAIN PRITCHARD pressed a buz-
zer. A stenographer entered the room.
“Will you read Romano the confessions of
the other two,” he directed, “especially the
part telling how he stabbed Berkowitz.”
As the stenographer went through the
pages of his book as if looking for the state-
ments, Romano leaped to his feet. “They’re
lying,” he shouted. “I didn’t want them to do
it. I told thern not to fool around with a sol-
dier. Diaz stabbed him. The soldier knocked
him off his feet so he came up with a

' knife while DeJesus was holding him. The

soldier was licking all three of us.”

The stenographer had started to write the
moment Romano began speaking. Grumet
and Pritchard exchanged glances. Their
bluff had worked, The other two had not
confessed despite eighteen hours of ques-
tioning.

In his confession Romano said they: met
Berkowitz in a tavern and attached them-
selves to him when they noticed the sol-
dier flash a large roll of bills. When they
learned that he had once lived in Harlem
they offered to take him on a tour to show
him the changes that had occurred. They
planned to rob him after leaving the juice
joint. They decided that the church area
way was an ideal place since it was below
the sidewalk.

“We only found $6 in his pockets,” Ro-
mano said. “We thought we must have
missed his roll and so we went back there
later and searched him again while a cab
waited for us, but we couldn’t find the rest
of his money,”

Diaz and DeJesus confessed after reading
Romano’s statement,

“The streets must be made safe for
civilians as well as for members of our
armed forces who visit here from time to
time,” Grumet said in announcing that he
would immediately Present the case to the
Grand Jury.

On December 10th, 1942, five weeks after
the killing, the trio were convicted of first
degree murder by a jury that recommended
life imprisonment :for Romano. The other
two were sentenced to die in the electric
chair,

Although the only clue had been the
commonplace color of a taxicab, Captain
Pritchard and his men broke the case within
thirty-two hours.

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station house where she admitted her part
and named her companions as Sam Maduro,
nineteen, William Brown, sixteen, and
Frank Holmes, twenty-one, all Negroes.

The girl pleaded guilty to second degree
murder and was sentenced to from twenty
years to life. She testified against the three
youths who were convicted and sentenced
to the chair.

Extra police were assigned to Harlem to‘

clean out the muggers. A week after the
Berkowitz murder, Big Ben Wallace, a
towering Negro officer known in Harlem
as “Mr. Terror,” single handed, captured
five suspects in an apartment on 136th
Street. He shot and critically injured one
of the muggers who tried to escape from a
window. Wallace, who is six feet five inches
tall, has been cited five times for bravery.

The Harlem cleanup has sent muggers
to roaming other streets.

Since January 1st, 1943, street attacks
have been frequent. George Jean Nathan,

nationally known drama critic, was attacked
on Fifth Avenue near 52nd. Street by two

muggers. A week later Mrs. Zina Hamp-
shire, an actress, was slugged on 53rd Street.

In the Bronx, William Fahey was sitting
on a bench at the Westchester Square sta-
tion of the IRT waiting for a train to take
him to work, It was 3 a.m. and he was doz-
ing. He heard two men approach. The pair
thought he was asleep and began a con-
vegsdtion. Soon they were quarreling.
The tall man wanted to mug him but the

‘shorter one was afraid somebody might

come up the stairs. Fahey suddenly sprang
up, bolted down the steps and found a
patrolman. The pair fled from the station
but were found later in a tavern.
Mugging is confined neither to race or
sex. The first two convicted of mugging in
Brooklyn were white men who were sen-
tenced from 5 to 15 years in Sing Sing.
But it took two girls to add refinement
to the crime. John Mok, 77-year-old
Chinese merchant, was sitting peacefully in
his. apartment at 48 Ludlow Street when
his doorbell rang. He opened the door and
was confronted by two attractive girls, one

a brunette and the othe: with red hair.
The girls embraced him. Suddenly laugh-
ing gaily, they ran down the stairs,
Mok placed his hand in his pocket and
discovered that his wallet was gone. Shout-
ing for help, he set out after them and saw

them dart into the back door of a bakery. «

Police searched the place and found one
of the girls hiding in a flour barrel. Then
they heard a muffled scream coming from
the oven. The second girl had climbed into
a metal barrel on top of the large oven
which was alight at the time.

On February 16th, Police Commissioner
Valentine summoned 150 high ranking of-
ficials to Headquarters. “I am ashamed of
the recent murders and muggings since
January Ist,” he told them. “I am not
satisfied with the work being done on these
cases. Go out and get them. Clean them
up. I know members of the detective
division have been working very hard day
and night since the war with the extra
duty they have to do. But still these mug-
gings and murders must be cleaned up.”

Stanley Walker

@ SOMETIME AGO, a book was published

that received a wide reading and was
much talked of—City Editor, written by
Stanley Walker. As most everyone knows,
Mr. Walker was for many years City Editor
of the New York Herald Tribune and he
is an authority on his subject. This book
is generally regarded as a classic in its field.
Whether or not he was the best city editor
in the U. S. A., as many have said, certain
it is, he demonstrated in City Editor that
he is one of the most entertaining writers of
our time. A second book of his, Mrs.
Astor’s Horse, was greeted with delight by
his host of followers. Here was a man
with a keen mind and a sharp wit who had
a style all his own. .

Mr. Walker during his many years as
a New York newspaper editor came to know
a wide variety of celebrities, some of them
murderers, if murderers can correctly be

so referred to; as, for instance, “Legs”
Diamond, Arnold Rothstein and others.

In next month’s issue he will tell about
some of these underworld characters whom
he knew personally, in a highly entertaining
piece called The City Editor Looks At
Murder. This, we hope, will be followed
by other stories from him. Anyhow, he
says he will see what he can do.

@® BACK IN the January issue was a short

article about the outstanding work David
Dressler is doing as Executive Director of
the New York State Board of Parole. Noth-
ing was said in that short piece of his
strange adventure, early in his career, with
a slick con-man, who called himself. “Doc-
tor Raphael.” Mr. Dressler has a high
ethical sense of his duty and responsibili-
ties in his work for the state. We did not
try to influence him away from this view-
point, but on hearing the story of the fan-
tastic doctor, did suggest that since the
scoundrel was convicted and sentenced to
prison and the case closed in courts, there
could be nothing unethical in now disclos-
ing the facts to the public. To this he
finally consented when he became con-
vinced that the telling of the true facts
would have an educational value, and so
next month you will find the entire story

_in all its details set forth under the title:

The Fantastic “Dr. Raphael.” One of the
most sinister characters we know—that hor-
rendous radio horrifier, “Raymond,” blood-
curdling teller of shivery tales of the
“creaking door” and maestro of The Inner
Sanctum, has agreed to pose for the Dr.
Raphael cover illustration. This will be
a double-length feature.

@ KILLER BAIT by Larry Warren is the

story of a young lady who seemed not
afraid to tempt dangerous men to slit her
throat and one of them finally did do that.
The detectives could not find the knife and,
of course, the man who used the knife was
nowhere to be found. That made a good
start but it was only a bare beginning, for
the’ difficulties that developed in solving
this peculiar case were enough to dis-
courage almost any detective. It came to

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the point-where the sleuths would either
have to accomplish some of the best de-
tective work ever recorded or else confess
defeat, and they had decided early in the
case they would never do that. It should
be mentioned that they kept their word.
You readers who appreciate the kind of de-
tective work that gives a real thrill will
like this story. ‘

M@ CAN YOU deduce the meaning of the

words: Signal 30? It is the title of Bill
O’Brien’s next story, following City Desk
and Pickpocket Squad. Well, we will play
a mean trick and not tell you what it means
in the parlance of the New York police.
You will have to wait until next month
and read the story which features that
fabulous follower of bloody murder in the
streets of the Big Town—“Wee-Gee.” That
is the name he is known by and no one
ever addresses him by his real name. Every
detective in New York knows him. He is
the town’s most disillusioned citizen. Noth-
ing that ever happens can surprise Wee-
Gee or even cause him to remove the ever
present cigarette that hangs precariously
from the left corner of his mouth.

Once a man asked him, “How is it that «

you are always in the right spot at the right
time?” and he answered, “It’s the wee-gee.”
Translated this meant, “It’s the ouija board.”
After that he was known as Wee-Gee.

@ THERE IS space in which to mention one
more story that I’m sure you will enjoy—
Manhattan Black Hand by Detective Felix
B. DeMartini. Someone in the office com-
mented, “Why mention that word ‘Black
Hand’? It’s old-fashioned.” Perhaps, but
what’s wrong with being old-fashioned?
Besides, outstanding detective work by
a master at the art never becomes old-
fashioned or out of date. Dealing with
Black Hand killers has always been meat
and drink to gentle-mannered Mr. DeMar-
tini and, since he calls them “Black
Handers,” that’s what we call them. It
best describes the kind of case he was best
at solving—the hardest ones, solved the
hard way, by real detective work, the kind
that requires the patience of Job and the
brains of a DeMartini. That about sums
it up, except we might add that, as usual.
he sent the Black Handers all to prison—
in this instance, seven of them. He’s apt to
do that even while expressing the ut-
most sympathy and understanding. Black
Handers—beware the detective who speaks
softly and who “knows how to make friends
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fiscated along with huge stacks of partially
printed booklets whose titles alone could
not be described here. Account books
found on the spot showed that the planned
retail sale value of the unfinished work
amounted to $26,000 and that the partner-
ship’s income exceeded $250,000 annually.

In Akron the agents went for Harris both
at his home and at his place of business.
They confiscated 10,000 obscene booklets,
motion-picture equipment, a large supply
of obscene novelties and photographs, and
ne reels of so-called “stag party”

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In Baltimore, the agents found that Mrs.
Friedenberg was in a hospital. Armed with
search warrants they went through her
apartment in a private house. The land-
lady insisted that her tenant was a respect-
able woman who had done nothing wrong.
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opened the refrigerator in the Friedenberg

His company had
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seven tons of the
printed material

apartment and pulled out fifty-seven decks
of obscene playing cards concealed in plain
red, white, and blue cardboard boxes.

In another corner of the kitchen was a
brown-paper shopping-bag ostensibly filled
with old clothes looking as if it were
destined for a rummage sale. But the
clothes were only a blind for three large
eartons of lewd photographs. Before the
agents had finished searching the premises,
they had uncovered similar items hidden
behind picture frames and in the bottom
of the clothes cabinets.

Most of the prisoners were resigned to
their arrest. Ruback, who was taken into
custody at Kansas City, shrugged his shoul-
ders. Both Brotman and Wertheimer ad-
mitted that they had been in the smut
racket for almost ten years and had been

operating as partners since 1936. Skilled
printers and bookbinders, they admitted
they had learned the trade at the hands of

a notorious manufacturer of obscene wares

who had been imprisoned in 1940.

Records maintained by the pair showed
that their Cleveland, Ohio, distributor was
one Joseph P. Capadona. He was subse-
quently arrested on December 4th, 1942,
and was found to be using local prostitutes
as performers in motion-picture film which
he was renting to stag parties.

Upon her recovery Mrs. Friedenberg was
interviewed in the Baltimore hospital, and
was placed under arrest on February 12th,
1943. She admitted that she had been en-
gaged in the traffic of salacious literature
for many years, and had developed such a
flourishing trade in the Maryland region
that she was the syndicate’s sole repre-
sentative in that territory. Shipping rec-
ords disclosed that during the previous
year she personally had distributed more
than one ton of obscene booklets from the
presses of the New York printers.

Indictments were returned by the Fed-
eral Grand Jury in New York that same
month, and on March 24th, 1943, all of the
ring members pleaded guilty to the charges.
Brotman and Wertheimer were each sen-
tenced to two years on the substantive
count, and two years to run concurrently
on the conspiracy count. Capadona was
sentenced to serve one year and one day,
while six-month sentences were given to
Mrs. Friedenberg, Ruback, and Harris on
conspiracy charges.

The racket itself, of course, was far from
being completely smashed. Many of its
activities, carried on by other operators in
a purely local sense, were beyond the reach
of the FBI. Still other phases remained
for further investigation by the Bureau it-
self in its ceaseless battle against what
Director J. Edgar Hoover has termed: “one
of the most vicious rackets which law-en-
forcement has to fight.”

Epitor’s Nore:

The name, George Green, as used in
this story, is not the real name of the
person concerned. Photograph of Sam
Wertheimer appears on page 78; Jacob
Brotman on this page.

Dead Man on the Stairs

(Continued from page 23) cash; and if
they had examined the bill-of-sale care-
fully, as every car buyer should do, they
would have realized that the real owner’s
signature was probably forged, since his
name was misspelled.

Arnold and Harold described the man
who had sold them the car. Both ex-
pressed themselves as eager to help snare
the swindler, and they went back to Buffalo
with Klenk.

Meanwhile, Fitzgibbons and Commis-
sioner McMahon had discussed the ques-
tion of what had become of the gun that
killed Serio. It was the former’s idea that
it, and possibly other evidence, might have
been thrown in the quarry, and if so, could
be recovered if the water was pumped out.

Commissioner McMahon got in touch
with Fire Commissioner Joseph Masterton
and discussed the practicability of drain-
ing the quarry. An estimate of the water
therein put the amount as considerably
over ten million gallons. Masterton fig-
ured it would take three days to do the
job. At the Commissioner’s suggestion he
agreed to go ahead with the work at once.

At Buffalo police -headquarters Arnold

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and Harold Geary, seated in Fitzgibbons’
office with Detective Sergeant Klenk, tried
to give a better description of the man
who had sold them Serio’s car. In spite
of their efforts they were unable to present
a picture to the officers that clicked with
any remembered car thieves that had come
“under police notice.

Then suddenly Arnold recalled some-
thing. “Say,” he exclaimed. “I remem-
ber when that other guy in Niagara Falls
talked to us about getting us the car we
wanted, he said, ‘I think Irish has got
just about what you’re looking for. I'll
get in touch with him.’”

“You're sure that he used the word
‘Irish’?” asked Fitzgibbons.

“That’s what it sounded like.”

Fitzgibbons picked up his telephone re-
ceiver and spoke to the identification de-
partment. In a few minutes an officer
appeared and handed the Chief a photo-
graph. Fitzgibbons passed it on to Arnold
and Harold Geary.

“That looks very much like the man
who sold us the car,” said Arnold, and his
brother agreed.

“That means we’re on the right track,”

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remarked Homicide Chief Fitzgibbons.
“That man is known as ‘Irish,’ but his name
is Peter Lyon. We'll get hold of him and
you boys can look him over.”

Lyon had been serving a jail sentence
in Attica Prison for larceny but his present
status was unknown to Fitzgibbons and
Klenk. The former immediately called the
Warden on the telephone and learned that
Lyon had been paroled and that his parole
record was good, with the exception of
the last report. So the hunt for Lyon
began.

His home address was on record as being
on Tonawanda Street in Buffalo. Klenk
went there, but as he had expected, the
bird had flown. Lyon was too experienced
a criminal not to cover his tracks with
some degree of skill. Klenk knew it would
be a waste of time to put a shadow on
his home or have the family mail watched.
The detective, however, learned that Lyon
had gone on a belated honeymoon and he
succeeded in getting the name of the
man’s new father-in-law.

HROUGH the personal efforts of Commis-

sioner McMahon it was learned that Lyon
was in Chicago and, working through the
father-in-law, the police persuaded the
man to return to Buffalo where he was
placed under arrest.

He was indignant. Yes, he had failed
to make the last parole report, but who
wouldn't, for a honeymoon? Of course
he intended coming back. He had no other
thought.

Seated in Fitzgibbons’ office with Detec-
tive Sergeant Klenk, he wore an expression
of injured innocence when he was asked
suddenly how he had come into possession
of an automobile belonging to a young man
named Joseph Serio. He looked at the
Chief blankly as he said:

“Who’s he? Never heard of him.”

“The story of Serio’s murder has been
in all the papers,” said Fitzgibbons. “I
suppose you never read the papers.”

“I've been in Chicago with my bride,”
Lyon replied. “I didn’t know there had
been a murder here.”

The next day Lyon was placed in a line-
up with seven other men. Harold and
Arnold Geary and their mother came to
Buffalo headquarters. One at a time each
of the three picked out Lyon as the man
who had been paid the thousand dollars
for the stolen Studebaker.

When Lyon, seated in Commissioner Mc-
Mahon’s office with Chief Fitzgibbons and
Detective Sergeant Klenk, was told that the
buyers of the car had recognized him, he
merely shrugged.

“Not ready to talk yet, Lyon?” asked
Klenk. ‘All right, sit down at this desk.”
He handed him a pen and a piece of

paper, saying, “Write the name ‘Joseph
Serio.’ ”

Lyon did. His penwork was painfully
slow.

“Write again,” ordered the Commissioner.
And the order was repeated until Lyon
had written the name ten times on the
sheet.

McMahon picked it up, glanced at it and
without a word passed it to Fitzgibbons.
The Chief, after careful scrutiny, handed
it to Klenk. As each looked at the signa-
tures, each smiled grimly. Not only did the
handwriting of the several signatures just
written, in spite of an effort to disguise
it, appear to be identical with that on
the bill of sale, but in each of these
new signatures Lyon had spelled Joseph
“Joesph.”

Trapped, Lyon now admitted he had
sold Serio’s car to the two Geary brothers
for a thousand dollars, but he denied kné -
ing anything about the young man’s death.

Though the police had thus definitely
connected Lyon with the stolen Stude-
baker, they had no sure proof he knew
anything about the slaying of Serio. He
could have stolen the car from the street,
or obtained it through some other illegal
method.

When Klenk tried to pry from him the
means by which he had come by the car,
Lyon, secure in his belief that if he kept
his mouth shut he could only be charged
with the larceny of a car and its fraudu-
lent sale, refused to give more information.

Klenk and Fitzgibbons held several con-
ferences with Commissioner McMahon in
an effort to devise a means of forcing the
truth from Lyon.

While discussing this problem one day,
the Commissioner had an idea. “From
what we know,” he said, “my guess is that
Lyon wasn’t alone in that crooked car deal.
He had accomplices. I’d suggest you try
to find out who Lyon was going around
with before he went to Chicago.”

Chief Fitzgibbons and Klenk worked
hard at this but it began to look as if they
had struck a dead end. Finally Fitzgib-
bons recalled that Albert Conti, a relative
of the murdered man, had been mixed up
in a suspicious car deal.

Fitzgibbons had Lyon and Albert Conti
brought to his office, and by skillful
questioning, soon got them at loggerheads.
During the disputes which arose between
the two, the name of a third man was

brought in. They called him Sam Chris-
topher, but who he was remained a
mystery.

Lyon was taken into the Commissioner’s
office.

“Irish,” began Klenk, “you know Sam,
don’t you?”

The question apparently struck home,

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but Lyon wasn’t disposed to talk.

“Sam has told Klenk here that you got
the Serio car from him,” the Commissioner
bluffed. “That’s so, isn’t it?”

Reluctantly the admission came. then he
hurriedly added: “But I had nothing to do
with the murder. I tell you I had nothing
to do with that!”

“Why don’t you tell us the whole story
if you’re in the clear?” urged the Com-
missioner.

“I. don’t know the whole story.” Lyon
replied doggedly. “All I know is that Sal-
vatore DiChristofaro—he’s the guy we call
Sam—turned the car over to me and asked
me to sell it. Through a friend in Niagara
Falls I was put in touch with those two
guys who were looking for a car. They
bought it and we split the money. That's
all I know.”

“Who split the money?” asked McMahon.
“Who besides Sam?”

“Telling you that won’t help me any,’
replied Lyon. “And it wouldn’t help you
find the guy who killed Serio.”

Lyon was taken back to his cell and as
the Commissioner, Fitzgibbons and Klenk
sat there, the first-named spoke: “Lyon
didn’t realize what he revealed in that last
sentence,” he said. “What he said is prob-
ably true, that our knowing the others who
participated in the split wouldn’t help us.”

“What do you mean?” asked Fitzgibbons.

“Simply this: Sam is the man who killed
Serio, or at least Sam is the man Lyon
thinks killed Serio. He may not know for
sure, but after getting the car from Sam
and learning that Serio had been mur-
dered, he must have been putting together
the pieces of the picture and concluded
that Sam was guilty. That was why he
said the naming of others who shared in
the split wouldn’t help us.”

The Commissioner’s deduction seemed
logical and it was determined that Di-
Christofaro must be got hold of at once.

Detectives John Foy and Frank Quinn
were detailed to go to DiChristofaro’s
address at 226 West Street and bring him
in for questioning.

ICHRISTOFARO wasn’t at home, but

what the detectives learned from others
in the building interested them. Accord-
ing to the stories they heard, there had
been a big fight upstairs the night of June
10th, and someone must have got hurt.

The two officers quietly examined the
floor and walls of the upper landing and
stairs. They found flecks of blood on a
door as well as on walls and floor. Creep-
ing up into the attic, which was filled with
discarded furniture and other disused ar-
ticles, they made a careful examination.
There was no doubt in their minds that
there had been blood on a large wicker
chair and on the floor, but these had been
scraped until they showed white. Descend-
ing the stairs they came upon a slight,
dark-haired girl who was just going into
the DiChristofaro apartment. She said she
was Mrs. Lorraine DiChristofaro.

The detectives questioned her about the
trouble neighbors had spoken of as hav-
ing occurred on the night of June 10th.
She didn’t remember any trouble. Since
she remained uncommunicative, the of-
ficers decided to take her to headquarters.
In Chief Fitzgibbons’ office she was ques-
tioned by the Chief and by Detective
Sergeant Klenk. She was told of the
bloodstains and what the neighbors had
said was repeated to her. However, she
maintained her attitude of not knowing
anything about trouble in the house. She
was released and went home.

Fitzgibbons and Klenk now felt sure that
the full story of the murder of Serio was
locked up in her breast and that if they
could only get her to talk the mystery
would be solved. It was determined to
make another try that same night. De-

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tective Sergeant Klenk drove out to the
West Avenue address and talked to the
attractive young woman. After some per-
suasion she agreed to go to police head-
quarters with him as soon as she had
finished supper with her children.

At eight o’clock that night Klenk sat
down with Mrs. Lorraine DiChristofaro in
the homicide room at Buffalo police head-
quarters. She was highly nervous and dis-
traught and it was evident a heavy weight
was on her mind. For almost two hours
the detective sergeant questioned her.
With a stenographer present, his questions
and the young wife’s answers were taken
down. Here in brief is the terrible expe-
rience she related:

Her husband, Sam, she said, had come
in a little after ten on the night of June
10th with a friend named Joe. While she
made coffee for them he explained that
Joe was interested in the cabinet upstairs.
Joe was going away and wanted to take it
with him.

As she stood at the sink washing the few
dishes, she heard her husband say, “Come
on up, Joe, and I’ll show you the cabinet
we've been talking about.” The sound of
their retreating footsteps came faintly to
her ears as she sat down. Sam closed the
door. She wondered why.

Suddenly three shots rang out, echoing
down the stairs and through the hallways.
She started up, alarmed. What had hap-
pened? She listened, then got up and
slowly opened the door.

He said, “‘Come on
up, Joe. Dll show
you the cabinet”

She heard a dull thudding sound, and
stepped into the hallway. She looked up
the dimly lighted stairway.

A body was slowly moving down from
the attic passage above. Sometimes it
would rest for minutes on the step below.
Sometimes it would thud down two steps
and stop. But always behind it was a
reaching foot that kept it rolling from step
to step.

The foot was that of her husband, Sam,
and when the body finally lay huddled on
the second floor landing, she put her hand
over her mouth to stifle a scream. The
man who had rolled down the stairs leav-
ing a trail of blood was Joe—Joe, the young
man with whom they had been drinking
coffee a short time before.

She retreated into the room. Sam fol-
lowed. Without a word he handed her a
wallet. She looked at it blankly and asked,
“Sammy, what have you done?” The al-
let fell to the floor from her nerveless hand.
She looked at it dazedly, picked it up and
threw it hurriedly into a drawer.

Sam disappeared. He returned with two
small rugs from the parlor, and picking up
a square of linoleum, went out into the
hall. She followed. She could not stop
herself even though she tried. As her hus-
band rolled the body in the rugs, she crept
closer. He went back into their rooms
and she stood near the bundle trembling.
She heard faint sounds coming from it.

Sam reappeared. He-+ was carrying a
hammer. Pulling the rugs back, to un-
cover the head, she watched him raise the
hammer twice and bring it down with all
his force.

Her husband brought her out of her
trance of terror by a sharp command:
“Take Hold of his feet and help me carry

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him down.” She did as ordered and they
got the body to the darkened street. Joe’s
car was standing at the curb. She watched
while her husband took out the back seat;
watched while he placed the linoleum
square on the floor; watched breathlessly
as he forced the dead body in and drove
away.

She went back upstairs. Right outside
her door and on every step ascending to
the attic, were little pools of blood that
glistened black in the dim light. Hurriedly
she got cloths and began cleaning the land-
ing and each step in front as she ascended.
When she reached the attic she was terri-
fied at the sight.

From that night on she had lived in ter-
ror of her husband and of the day of doom
that she knew must come.

DiChristofaro was arrested at three
o’clock the following morning by Assistant
Chief of Detectives William Tedesco and
Detectives Frank Russert and Thomas
Davis. Learning of his wife’s testimony
and the revelations of Lyon, he confessed
killing Serio. However, he gave a motive
different from that of a desire for Serio’s
car. He claimed he had returned home
unexpectedly and found the young soldier
in a compromising position with his wife
and that he had shot him in consequence.
No one believed him.

Klenk visited the attic where Mrs. Di-
Christofaro pointed out the spot where the
wicker chair had stood when Serio, sitting
in it, was shot. Every piece of evidence
available there and in the DiChristofaros’
living quarters substantiated the story told
by her.

Further, Lyon refused to support Sam’s
contention. He said that three or four of
them (he refused to be more explicit than
that) had combined together for the pur-

pose of stealing cars and selling them, and:

of insuring cars when that was possible,
later reporting they had been stolen; and
after collecting the insurance, selling the
ears to make a double profit.

Sam, according to Lyon’s story, after
seeing Serio’s car, had discreetly suggested
to Serio that money might be made by
arranging to have his car stolen and shar-
ing in the insurance money and the profits
from the sale, but Serio turned the prop-
osition down cold. The way Lyon figured
it out was that this refusal angered Sam
and being alarmed that he might have
talked too much to Serio, he had invited
Joe to his home on pretense of showing
him the cabinet, but with the determined
purpose of killing him, disposing of the
body and getting the car.

ROM what Sam DiChristofaro revealed,

the detectives were able to go to Scaja-
quada Creek and reclaim from its waters
the two almost new rugs which Sam. had
wrapped around the body of Serio, and the
piece of linoleum with which he had pro-
tected the floor of the Studebaker.

Sam DiChristofaro went on trial before
Judge Alonzo G. Hinkley. Mrs. Lorraine
DiChristofaro repeated the story she had
given Klenk in the homicide room, and
Lyon took the stand as a witness for the
prosecution.

The verdict was inescapable. On No-
vember 20th, 1946, Sam DiChristofaro was
found guilty of murder in the first degree
and on November 29th was sentenced to be
executed in Sing Sing. He was executed
in the electric chair July 10th, 1947.

Eprror’s Nore:

The names, Arnold and Harold Geary,
Peter Lyon and Albert Conti, as used in
this story, are not the real names of the
persons concerned. Photograph of Sal-
vatore (Sam) DiChristofaro appears on
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brief iitnita of thie «& bw _ j ke from a ex Cogedive eager
w tere M f slo hel i ¥ pamwr-by Ty &

mircta wi doubt affectionate: y

eo ere f the erties as tha.
feng Hom Tat they osire thas Wo exprens bel want
iia don fier hamean who :
sia pow patho embibition,
yous for what be mot Ef thm
aibed te thi story each clarz
week it for bicett
caiginineanemnpregt
to the jn ter tiemse of the Leg
> have unital ta oppoeitiog t

with we
t eR
wright to abet foety podtda, arod Be we
_ | egal @ beat abeat therty feet i bite
"| it order tu weer ther aif at pte time
be ty proemeal ee imponing fr
A Loormeany

THE WANGING OF DAY | A Bervatd women ben
; Mealing s pair uf tr v@eety be eS Cetin
i female who pent to appropriate the weet

wot the huts of creation,

: es
fren | James G. Blatna, of Augusta, Maine, wh
| it may be rememuieret, wits Gate a Beqiiked
{item of sOtRP Dude a danghterr «i
largest aud foest i
The faurily is detegmined to take

our readers, a

fer thi

wort Bing

ater pis t
presente and | New Youx cy: walt

birthday April S, and the 2erag Coster t
} tee has been apjpxtated to take charge of
| preparations: General Guns

Kington: Koscug Vosm ions, U tiem; Niow
Las Fish, Garrisons, General No M. Cyne
per this cringmmal, bat they did aot succeed Ugdemsiurg, General Weitias H, Sewas
if extecutivs was without regrettable in Aubaury. Col, N. 7 ~ x,

ent, and ite details were «modthiy con Kev. Jom K Vaxtin, Boge

showerag wpe ‘ ences of
Mamie svmpathy av 3) vomited
Some tery si

fromm ¢ 7 Gime thas to el te aad

; du i. For thin, too, Sher?! Barenvion | 8 Mesetsve aol Last M. Barita,
| deserve hearty congratulation,

! Voux, and ex officio, General W. To Bay

(was, Charman; Liuat © Miwmay, V>

| Chairman; General Casateaw HT. Cons
Sec retary.

To the las: Day preserved the stole in
difference to bis faw which characterized

, his conduct since the day of hin sentwace mee

This apparent obliviousness to the terrors | ft is said ¢ Mr. GLasvrome is baving bi
of an iggominious death could not be called | portrait painted me Fhreace by Mr, Thar
t the yooog Irieh punter, Wihuee pie (ur
courage, for there was probably very little | A & ¢
bravery In the man who batchered an un- | af Boge Lan ban Senoree feknctth. oRRE, $9¥.x |

fortunate woman, it seems to have been the | pet gg be Wil ever ogni: wit Cort

result of = species of tuental torpor SSeS

or lack of emotion, and it ASSEMBLYMAN A RTH is ntbing
ato ty him te the end | Det en uneelfieh man, Last week he offic
i tie raed Pick! nal to hae | hese tion, giving the womaa enffrage px
cong is PD drt re. anny have - ple pernsiasion bo vccupy the Asser.bly Char
out intellectual capacity and rude talents, ee eee ee eer

| and these bis eonfitiement im jail developed Titxns seems to be mo end to the aoveli
| to am easily perceptible degree. With some | mrrutuced et fasbionatde suciat partion Uc

| of the meetal attributes of manhood, be | of the jatest, intraluced et « W ashingtes p
The Democrats of Broakiva have wisely |

was iv other regards ao better than @ brute. | ty fy thus describet:

| Lie dentres were low and his instincts de | Mire Thompson introxtuced @ pretty in:

| phased

solebrates by « banquet im the Brockiyn |

of Musle this eveulng The af
fale will be onder the direction of the

Kiage County Dewocretic Club, and many |

t Deenocrate will ba participants,

@amwee. J. Ranpats. sed Davin B Uns |

Will be parrent and make apeechen Presi
dont CURVELAND will be prevested: from
atteeding by the Army aad Navy reception

fa Washingtos, but» letter from him will |

be reed. The Kings County Democrath:
Clab bas spared neither expense sor energy
to insare « colobration worthy of the emi
geet character of the day,

jhe is new before the tribuea! of Infinite | simnt adtvertivementn

Ww ethe custom of several Democratic |

ongeninations anpually to obwerve the birth
days of Jaremneon and Jacueon. Ip our
jodgewet the memory of TILDEN Is eqeally
worthy of yearly tribute, There ive hin
torte glamosr about the nemes of Jxernn
som and Jackson which does sot surroced
thet of Tinpan; yot the reflective citison
who beare ao prejudice against the jatter
of accouat of his prominence as a party
leader must comoede that his serviovs to the
Republic wore of a heroic stamp, and acas
thé lean deserving of gratitude because
gendered in aa ora of prosaic peace, THe
Ouazayua her believed for many years that
the party owes @ much to
. Tapmw as to any other char-

aster te history. We therefore heartily
with this movement! to hear

bis memary and te tse bie name to paint a

| murderer to the ond of time

|
|
|

ti the mn tiie of tae tanch Gy lacs
: before rack gurmt a purer of variously
The apanimoas opinion of the community | cage filled with red, white end blue beans. ar
ie that Day richly merited hin fate, There | Smmetacing that Une one guesing the corre

: 4 Mw Rearet curret mumbler the are con tele
Wea BO mitigating, cireainstance  @mote | tor they all belt exactly the sete nuunter

all the iuecidents attending his attorioas | woulda ® priae; ales the cine Bueedtng |
crime, Furthermore, it dees not appear | oe ia ber sontd be rewarted. This «
th , e , (asionel « great deal of merriaent, and t
vat he aver eri dan need a shadow | yi prise was nelly awarded t Mre Lela:
of fetter for ils COWMNEOU. stantial, why goemeed thet the cuys held 2

His only thoughts regarding the dead» beans, which was the exact number.”
womaa were ia the direction of @ jubiiant | ed

| @kpectation that he would meat her in an j THR moniter of the Amembly bave t
j other world Eve these mey have pro
| Ceeded from a degraded interpretation of

cote Hiket Temperance men simu thie t
Hones showed sigue of lucene, Why

couse Vbey ate afrand of “ « dire Pes
fature life; but of that we must not judge spaghetti tay

Thi wogularly oopstitated butcher Five Come Fer tine.
is out of the hands of men, and Our coaders will notice that tine price fort
tie om first page haa bees
: | duced to thew omnis per ine
Soblody will weep for the death of Dar | Advertion: who have notines under either
He was « Rugs victim to the vengeance | the cheuniiled bendings will of course look
of the law So perish every cold-blooded | them and thus ere cthers Shrewd
. | wall te qetick to discover the adv aatage of

A RRMONeTRANCE ageinst ammexation, to | |g abe f° mae syrensnill
be presented te the Asoombly, ts olny cir ” wens dager Sei eren hare
ulated amoeg residents of the towns of | wea the departments offering wieresting
Deorfinld and Marcy, th rete forth, accord. | ee an Lahn s0 ee bed
ing toa moreing paper, that the territory sti bai ot 5 i inne, :
of the towns of Marey and Deerfield is de Davdice at fe
voted eutirely to agricultural perpoees, asd } prgpends ve citerygre
that « lange portion gf the territory whish | "etmadine for tu own stock. ihe
tis proposed $0 ammex te mot adapted to inewss Ghat Withoest sd vert tedng ihe tree
chy purpasen, and ite agnexation world | MAP only to be apprapnesed by others
aubject Ube property eweem to taxes for Lee to efverties,
which they would reseive wo substantial | erty wow thas unch © grand opportenity
benefit, That brings ap the quection red tone Vow Gtvons conte you mney tell
taxation, and it le well to consider the point | “ory to the radee of Tae Onsen,
briefly, ‘The taxen for comsiy, ieee aod yom will be babking to more thas vos

Sata ealiiaheeainaebabiedbesatiienemeieeenn ened

Justin and Wisdow



Y FEBRUARY 9, 1888

COURTS,

!
'
Over nwa Termiagr, |
{ Mas wk Preaidiog } |
i
!
|
{

, he jary in the « T
‘ teri M-arthy ve.
aml were iersarged

(eran) ®

t

sic a vote trust wate veers oC, ARPHUR DAY HANGED Ts

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~» areed upon by the over '

j wata Very goed talker « i

the ap
{ bales
at granite’
Lane Themes and
ul worms, Complaint ar

MUADERER OF . JOSIE

CROSS IN BOONVILLE

2 Turned Win sek.

Assists 10 Adjusttog the Kepe Alrout Hfley
Be aod Smiles ae the Cap te Drawn
geass: © reitemrest @rver Wie Face—The Smile Kemaine After
cate Bai!

bi BY Oar Wealth - Details of the Eb teeution,

ase Hemet)

el

1-248 “chrie

}

| putfers the Death Peoalty tn thet ties Fatt
Verd—He Walks Firmty to the Seafuld,
Pantin Py, the mu

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(hoes, Waa haayed
| Pegler
Trathites
ovck was broken
. re the* «mile
t ack cap was drawn
went to his death wi

coolness rarely Witne

Clement Arthor Pay. eh hillet bs pare
mour near Boonville, - TSs7, and was
cow lemned to dieon the « affoid to-day, Wt,

Myers, tae int apparently the mowt unconcerbel man ia
ng trial io Madina County. | Utica last night, in the nustter of the fate that
ectied at the present. term of the | be fully reeled was to tet day. He bad

px Terminer, pwing W the de | oe nel interview with bis father aud «hilt

rect the ¢
Py ab ey
joy ore aa bo yesterday afternvon A great tem!

awmgrapuer 7 , pathy bas beeo waated on the old mon
ken baore tig Commision Gmve | oy icy of people bo know bim well say

a vopie ved mw very probable |

ot Attorney Wilson, for tie Peopie, | that he is unworthy of any attention ope way |
vies, fue the prisoner, will afK0® | or amother. He bas used the lad to wit -yay |
y hers : pau pieer Se aml pathy, aod in this movement be has pexie tod |

aie im this ¢ , untsl the first | to give ordinary care to the lth: one,

keatuer, wr case Wil POO | xithough be was provided with pleoty of)

clothing. After he had left the jail the con- }

rt Sehuyler Keanet Cinb e demei man sii that “ ol4 man was drank |
ayects for & most sur maful beach | again,” aad the officers sy that be was pot!

week are growing trigater daly. | ty from correct. Arthur—be said that be
bembers of the Fort Sebuyler Reopel | 144 4, cisina to the additional name of

© woowe eispisows if le givep, are |
he sho atl camamehe vad apy | “Clement,” used cores! nally by bim—aigned

tag ge of aii treela, many | a paper drawn up oy Rev E Owen, biespir- |
pre =- @ inners. Amoug the} be this Pet ‘ avery t
re vuvee of Frank + Dute, “ee adver, By he F , eoevering te
Jia, who wil show four Dall terriers,
ub, Count,” being The ogee . | may thinks best fia the young ooe's future
jon Resgnarys grev- | welfare He de lined to pot him in an |
ord of 20 prape | orphanweyiuas as he believed that ebikdren |
are aut aiways ber efted io such places. ime |
persen meationed im the paper se one to whom
Two Yeursin Auburs. the chiki night be given says that there ts too '
. Kets toperial.}—The Graod! much of the father's and gramifather's bhood
wile bill of indictment against Prank! 1. pigs to make the foundation for & good
hy tren ‘ “
B, ha mabe Merle, KeeyWh FS | muam.” Day ed csbing particstar to say te Ma]
4 . tual advier yesterday aftermoon, an 4 did

arraignei before. the Court of Oyer | &
lager, ove: he pleaded guilty ou not ween anxious for him to return after sup

he saond degres, The pion wan ec | Her In fact he was more interested th Deyauty

i Justices Varker sentencet bum to] Burke wiwhn playing, bis owe fhidlmng, dane

at Aubuge. Kenyou, the young | ing for and talking to the reporters, whe
was stat. is able to be about | spent tbe evening th him, and Deputies Mu- |
little the wore for Ue deep MOIST VP veine and Burke, He chatted ent talked |
|

chiki to hum to be dispesed of ae the clergy-

adie " wins ramsey on every possible subject, aod with no appar
Aw @rjrveble Party. ent thought for the morrow. When asked if |
ping the ¥. L. t., ~onprisl of well he was not weary, be said that it was not his ;
t popular young i {the city, | Heme for retiring, and was ip po hurry about i
gong to bed Just before midnight Sheriff |

ny ie private calicu party at the :
of Livatenant A. F. Kiyereft, corner Hatchelor sweat up & besetiful collation vi |

en) Mohawk «treet. Mine masic, | him, incloding strimps, cold meats, pickles, |
‘unental amt voeel, dancing until & | breml, coffee, cakes, otc. ent he dicpumt of |

in fact» general qui UD | all of it in short order. Shortly afterwart be |

Ry 4

site = teste for (raving ans
t ree woubht

at, Anthony ‘

should “ keep on the hanging so that be
would be well povted when his tame to” Samee

m gothing” came Of course the wm oid
mfort tor Jackson, but be bashed to tale ff
he ord of this will not come with the hang
ug. Jackson is sensitive end the shadow of
wath from Day's geliows, Luke Bange’

ylost will not disappear or down if be lives
fo stand \rial and just punrhuvert

tor bis of-

ens, many Wil be surpreed
While Day was not so ejucated man. be
vod to talk
seit, The pretend@d to wotider whist peo
D2 find of interest 4a bin and to couse
aper rhea toy report his every utterance
thet presenor or fepitted to Then,
tous to know wey they took away
togra aod otber mementoet
“What coed wil iy de thems,” be
sfactory raphy coukl be givee

“ia

ei ups great seat of tater

ing and trascltog ami hed
t panting. Hie
however, wiki
« New York Bo-

bet Var

fut @ Peevets

we es

e » at Dear?

He t *he =
JJ entitle tia

(iramd Army of
os exieuel, they
latniaéd Laat

10s
han
nulbing

if tyey dosed .

At > ww the short time preoners dele

Seitehan work beg ) meee ahoul
ti g trie towek, fooled the Engiths
Wardrastere ant chickens ud ausrl thera
te crow and cack.» bette yoreas ani yet
Dgrs pt

Se” Ballow, of Fonda, eho sad « harge
the gallows, the weavis (of ihe bangwan®

e., retired aboot midnight sheriff

ior followed about 5 a ™ fore few

urs rest. The reporters of ¢ homme Seaté

uw Herald, an teoro of the C ticana,

Yiekte! “ng W tired oatares sheet restorer

about Ga. M., acl slept tn Far.ous © gical por
ations on chairs and tables.

‘The prisoners in the jad began te grow ac
tive after siz o'clock, aod by 4 light every
one but Dey and some of the reporters were
moving

BL. Doug fur Undertaker DC. Whit-
ten was at the jail last evening aad took Day's
measure tur bis coftin. By reyuest of Day's
father, the remaina will be taxen to Lathban
ville, in the town of Verona, about six miles
fr ye, where bis brother, first wife and
othe tives are buried

DAY AWAKEXED aT 6.9).

At 6W a. & Depaty burke come down
stairs and reported that Day wesawake, He
complainw! of a little beadacte and avked for
a riduts powder to avttle the remains of Bis
sbrimp tunch of last mgbt. He touk it apd
twit tetter He made nv mention of the event
that wos so near at hand, at thet time, He
piept on well as usual ant gave an order tor
by breakigst Sheriff Hatcorlor saxd thet be

could have the best thetous: coald afford. =

THe GALLOWS PREPARED.
Tre gallows hed been ready for several
days and the rope tested with the 5 hee
weight Afterwards it was taken

| stored im the pail ao that it would not be af-

fectai by changes in the weather. It was @
new rope made by Adams & Som of Ution,
for this express purpose *

The gallows trre ts ome that hae borne « large
quantity of bamen fruit, Since 1879
mt has been the the mem of
elevating Kecker aad Stecnburgh
at Fouds, McCann at Norwich, Bresnahan
and the boy Van Dyne at Cantos, Smith of
Watertown, Buell at Cooperstown, Earil at
Sageville, Hamilton County, Ostrander in
Utica, Mra _Drase (the last victim eutil to
day) in Herkimer, and several other svurder-
ere whined maines cegnot Le recalled. Origin-

_ Vee

Y

a .
tatanl ah the unast bowr asd won clad to mange |

beig enywhere wear Ger sorme of the emwem |
tom, At & a. mw Deputy Barve aot "|
Ballou hegen plactne the Pope te ris jluecw asad |
oiling: the wheeis of the i? strugeent of |
math. kk hes alwa res Wyre sat }
{riction—in fact there uewer bas Dew: tal cet
@er or wiskap 6 any execution wan
Kew York
& BEMARRARLR WAS ;
When Taser ks ok ® retina ier called mpm |
Day this morning Barter Keiiy wae pl nm
the Anishing touches t> the ~indenmed oan’

%

t

toilet, He was in bie shirt theerys wOTE FS Be:

black vest athl comet, sta ng ol wml
reer a Rbior steme pti is hate ebirt Proms, &
red ribbon in hs Dutt n seer
ebain and probably «
bec Drusbed bie clothing cenete
eprinkled perfneuery Upre u tie
that the neck the slipped ape un b>
Onssnvan’s reporter proned th
oe both ides, whereupon Day
thanks and declaret that be tr
fortable
f he intendsd tawny ar
ey amid Nr
mech sant air , bet arte t
mele up of wartend oer mont
A t repress nt ot
pater b { There is noth:
ean be sai @ nee t Ge ain, 9
talk do ws 1
Right reporters and correnpe ndenia were
the room tirade Dey Coe Che feet tiie fet
the end After awhile be walked aroe,
north si je of the cor bier t of segs
marked to Deputy Burke oT eres Le
fellows hate Come bere to ee u  weeken
guest fool ther
Rev. E. Owen, the wen
viser of Day, arrived aloe
be #oult content bins!
Pore nevus pray in the
one oo the acalfot f
That *®e.in excomtance
niet of the filmes) of th
quest.
Day was in the best of surits an
kiewed after Barter Kelly wien tue latter bol &
bios got bye, and a deputy sugmested Chat Te
shoald kine bist.
Coroner Jones, Dr_ fytand, the Jai) Phy
cian, and Dr, James G Hunt were the phys
clans at the exeeutios

The bast Hour 4
At 10:15 «. w, Sherif Batcheior, accom —~

panied ty «itneess, went do Da; + eperteent
to read tie death Sarrant. Day stood in
front of his cell, wearing a Diack mirk cmt
In the feft huttenbole wee a Jarg: yellow rom
end attached to it wase lock of dark brown ©
heir, He Kaned against @ table as Sheriff!
Hatebelor read the warrant. hen the read
ing wea concluded be clapped bis open
together and uioved from the table with a 7
smile, aa if pleased that this unnecessary form }
mula was over i

tefore the Sheriff and witnesses arrited |
Rev. EB Owen, of the Free Methodint Church ;
prayed with bum, Day knelt and deciared to q
the Lord that be was guiliies of prenwditated |
wourter

Deputy Burke had piaionet his arms loosely
before tae reading of the warrant, ead the
strap was tizhtened later. He bade Tre On]
QARVER's reporter good bye, and remarkef,
with smile, * Take good care of yourwif.” j

THE MARCH TO THE GALIOWSR

At 10:30 a. wt the march to the gallows
begun in the fullowing order:

Sheriff Batchelor ant ker, O. M. Owen.

‘Depaty Mc Eiwaine.

Representatives of Tie Oparnven
Rome Sentinel,

Reporters of Utica Heratd and Fres,

Physicians and county ffirials

Day's face wore a smile froma thy time
rising to the end, Tip route to the sonff
wes from the upper oastern corrkior, do
two pair of stairs, and into the yard tare
the lower eastern corridor, and over 100 fe
of tey walk covered eith light mov, to
stows shed. =o the walk in the yard,
Batchelor slipped ant fet Day laughed ¢
right 4

Thee venerable Rev. EF. (wens slipped;

knife
was

found
yn the
word
ode of
; term,

nown.”
nose
patron
many
big, so

h such
ner in
sing a
valued

sician;
In

to DK

THE FASHIO

Portrait of Dr. George E. Deely taken shortly
. before his strange death

his case science had almost superseded self, until his
friends came to regard him as a slave to the science
of medicine which he strove so devotedly to ad-
vance.

Perhaps that explained why he accepted so in-
differently the love that was offered him with such
mad unrestraint by women; explains, too, the frantic
efforts to probe the mystery of his death.

When the news of the crime “broke,” Edward P.
Mulrooney himself took charge of the investiga-
tion, aided by John J. Sullivan. Mr. Mulrooney was
New York’s Police Commissioner. Mr. Sullivan
is Chief of Detectives. The district attorney of
Brooklyn, William F. X. Geoghan, himself went to
the scene of the crime, instead of sending an assist-
ant, as he ordinarily would have done. ,

The house in which Dr. Deely lived and had his
offices is a four-story brown stone affair at 167 Jo-
ralemon Street, in the aristocratic Columbia Heights
section of Brooklyn. Opposite is the exclusive
Parker School. The news of the doctor’s violent

in Brooklyn, N. Y., Dr. George Edward Deely, was
was taken the morning after the murder

THEY

see

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34 The

premises, is that right?” District Attorney Geoghan asked.
| indars said that that was right. He was then told to
go on with his story.

Master

ETER receiving his instructions from Dr. Deely, Lin-

dars said, he went up to bed. He had fallen asleep,
when the telephone rang. He let it ring several times be-
fore he answered it, thinking the call would be taken by Dr.
Deely over the extension in the doctor’s room, When he
did not answer, there was a long pause before anyone spoke
from the other end of the wire. Then it was a woman’s
voice, and she asked if that was Mr. Smith speaking. He
told her she must have the wrong number, and hung up.

| indars looked at his watch before lying down. It was
two o'clock.

Asked how long he and Mrs. Lindars had worked for
the doctor, the chauffeur replied that they had come only
the month before.

District Attorney Geoghan, who had been examining Lin-
dars, had just dismissed the chauffeur, when an officer an-
nounced the arrival of Dr, Carl Kreag. Dr. Kreag, as has
been mentioned, was one of the two guests who had dined
late the night before with the murdered man. Mrs. Kreag
was the other guest.

Dr. Kreag was horrified by what had happened. He had
known Dr. Deely for many years, he said, and had often
consulted with him on cases when he, Dr. Kreag, felt

The murder of the fashionable doctor received the personal
attention of Commissioner Mulrooney (right). and Chief In-
spector O’Brien (left) of the New York Police

Detective

another physician’s advice would be helpful. He and Mrs.
Kreag were warm personal friends of the slain man. He
reviewed his and his wife’s visit with Dr. Deely the night
before, and told how Dr. Deely had accompanied them to
the door, where they had said good-night.

From Dr. Kreag was learned the name of the murdered
man’s secretary, and that of his nurse. Ruth Callahan was
the former, and Eleanor MacDonald the latter. Neither
of them had seen Dr. Deely since the afternoon of the
previous day.

Commissioner Mulrooney asked each of the young women
if she possessed a key to the street door. Both replied in
the affirmative.

The Commissioner was about to order all the witnesses
to be taken to Brooklyn Detective Headquarters, when In-
spector Sullivan said he had one more question to ask the
housekeeper. She was brought in, and the question put.

“Who was the last woman to visit the doctor yesterday?”
Mrs. Lindars replied instantly: “Miss Lois Adderly.”

Miss Adderly, it was learned, was one of Dr. Deely’s pa-
tients. She was also a close friend of the doctor. She
came as soon as she heard of the doctor’s death, and said she
had called on Dr. Deely, in his office, the previous evening,
and had left about six o'clock. There seemed nothing un-
usual in the doctor’s attitude during her call.

Following Miss Adderly’s visit, Commissioner Mulrooney
ordered the house cleared of all save the detectives assigned
to the case. A complete search was then
made for any clues that the killer might
have left, Until then, no thorough exam-
ination had been undertaken.

The bathroom, which opens off the bed-
room on the west, yielded nothing. The
murderer had not entered it. Nor was
there any evidence of the small parlor
having been entered, either before or after

the crime was committed. All was in
order here.
An almost indistinguishable blood

smear on the inner knob of the bedroom
door pinted unmistakably to the exit of
the killer, if not to his place of entrance.

The dining room, across the hall from
the murder chamber, likewise was found
in perfect order, despite the lateness of
the supper that had been served there for
Dr. Deely and his guests. Arthur Lindars
had done a thorough job of tidying up
after the meal. Just back of the dining
room was situated a small breakfast nook,
lined on one side with built-in drawers
and cabinets. The kitchen was beyond
this.

There was no door between the dining
room and the breakfast nook; only a wide
arched opening hung with heavy portieres.
On one of these appeared a dark red spot,
which proved to be blood. A glass knob
on one of the drawers built into the
breakfast room wall also bore a splotch
of red; and this, too, proved to be blood.

This was undoubtedly the trail of the
murderer: from the doctor’s bedroom out
into the hall, and through the dining
room to the breakfast nook, .where he
stopped before a tier of built-in drawers.
Then with a sureness born of intimate
knowledge, he had pulled out the right
drawer and took what he had come for.

Thus did the shrewd mind of Inspector
Sullivan follow the movements of the
killer before the commission of his hein-
ous crime.

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The police removing the “whittled” body of the murdered doctor from his home to the laboratory of
the Medical Examiner

death had reached the school, and hundreds of girls of all
types and degrees of physical charm deserted the dormi-
tories and classrooms to mingle with the milling mob out-
side the murder house.

Dr. Deely occupied the three top floors of the building.
On the second floor were his offices and laboratory; on
the third one large reception room; and on. the fourth, his
living quarters. There was a spacious attic above this, and
it was here that his chauffeur and his housekeeper lived.

Entrance was by a door opening out upon a narrow
stoop, which led up from the street to the second floor.
This door was locked when the housekeeper ran down to
summon Patrolman Daniel Coyle.

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D® DEELY’S apartment, consisting of bedroom, bath
and small parlor, was to the right of a narrow hall.
The dining .room and kitchen were to the left. The room
in which the body lay was furnished simply but tastefully.

In one corner was a floor lamp of plain design, and near -

this a Morris chair, with a dark suit thrown carelessly
across the back. The pockets were turned inside out.
Against one wall was set a large chest of drawers, and on
* this was an ornamental lamp; a photograph of a woman
with eyeglasses; a man’s photograph; and many small. trin-

| kets of no great value, all in orderly array.
| | Several books and small nick-nacks lay on a low mahog-
| any table in the northwest corner of the room. These, too,
| had been left undisturbed. Above the table hung an oil
reproduction of “The Last Supper.” There was a wood-
burning fireplace, and in front of this a wicker chair, with

doctor had worn last, for it contained his watch and a
small sum of money; but it had not been molested.

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another suit lying across the back. This was the suit the -

£

The bed was a fine old period piece, of the
ornamental poster type, the two head posts
being embellished with wood carvings ce-
mented in place. One of these carvings had
been torn from the post, in what obviously
had been a terrific struggle. The bed covers
had been ripped away, and lay in a dis-
orderly heap upon the floor. Thus it was
reasoned that Dr. Deely had been attacked
in bed, had succeeded in rising, and had
come to grips with his assailant in the cen-
ter of the room.

There were two windows, both opening
out upon a fire escape. Both the window-
sill and the fire-escape landing were covered
with dust, in which no finger-prints or foot-
prints showed. So the murderer could not
have entered that way.

The body itself was not disturbed until Chief
Medical Examiner Marten arrived, which was
soon after Commissioner Mulrooney and Inspec-
tor Sullivan got there. The wounds were many.
They were not stabs or cuts, or even slashes. Wher-
ever the weapon had found its mark, the flesh was laid
back until it curled around like thin shavings, cut with a
sharp jackknife from a piece of soft pine. That was why
the coroner’s jury had used the word “whittled.”

To determine the kind of weapon that could have in-
flicted such extraordinary wounds was puzzling. It couldn't
have been a pointed knife, or dagger, because not once had
a point entered the flesh. It might have been a razor, but
this was unlikely, in view of the jagged nature of the
wounds. A razor, having a keen edge; would have made


a neater job of it. But, “whit-
tling” wasn’t the only cause of
death.

Bound about the doctor's neck
were several strands of light insu-
lated wire, such as is used for radio
antennae and grounds. There was
a radio in the room, but both the
ground wire and the antennae were
intact. The wire must have been
brought into the house by the
murderer.

“Canvass the radio stores in the
vicinity,” Inspector Sullivan in-
structed one of his men, “and see
if you can find out where this
wire came from.”

Two police photographers had ar-
rived, and with them several more
high ranking officers from Head-
quarters in Manhattan, and from

the Brooklyn Main Office Station
Chief Inspector O’Brien and Deputy
Chief Inspectors Sweeney and Bish
op were among the new arrivals
Chief Assistant District Attornes

Kopf appeared a little later

AFTER the body was removed to

the Kings County Morgue, Com-
missioner Mulrooney sent for the
housekeeper, Norma Lindars, and
interrogated her at length.

“You were the first to enter the
doctor’s bedroom. this morning, |
believe,” he began. “What did you
find there?’

“Well,” she stammered, a little
unnerved from the events of the
morning, “I found just what you
saw when you got here.”

“What was that?” the Commis-
sioner asked.

“Why, Dr. Deely lying on the
floor, dead.”

“tow did you know he was
dead.”

Mrs. Lindars was obviously ill at
ease under the searching gaze of the
Commissioner, but she managed to
shrug and say she couldn’t know, of
course, that the doctor was really
dead, but that he looked dead to
her. Mrs, Lindars was asked when
she had last seen the doctor alive.

She thought it around 11 o'clock
‘the night before, when she left Dr.
Deely still seated at the supper
table with his two guests, Dr. and

Mrs. Carl Kreag. She did not

know what time the guests left,
as she had gone up to bed after
learning the doctor would not
need her any longer.

She was not disturbed at

any time during the night

by noise of a struggle on.
the third floor, she said;
adding that this was not
so extraordinary as_ it
might seem, since her
room was in the attic
above the fourth floor
She recalled that the tele-
phone rang some time after
she had retired, and that
her husband, Arthur Lin-
dars, answered it on the ex-
tension in their room.
Arthur Lindars was the
chauffeur.- He last saw Dr.
Deely at a quarter past
twelve, midnight, when he was
giyen some instructions as to
his duties for the next day.
He had remained downstair>
until the guests departed, to
serve them should they re-
quire it. He did not, how-
ever, see Dr. and Mrs. Kreag

Assistant Dis-
trict Attorney
Kopf (left) and
District Attorney
Geoghan in the murder
room examining the heavy

bedpost ornament which the
murderer used as a club

leave the house. He knew, o!
course, when they retired from
the dining room with D:
Deely, but that was all
“Then you couldn’t actually
swear that they ever left th

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50 American Detective

George Damico, former employee of Dr. Deely,
who was questioned at the time of the murder.
He is shown between Detective Senff at left
and Detective Haganon on right.

was house-boy—a friend of Simplico’s.”

“Why did the doctor fire them?” asked O’Hagan.

“Because they went joy riding at night in one of
the cars,” she answered with unexpected sharpness.

“They wouldn’t,” was Mulrooney’s thoughtful com-
ment, “kill the doctor because he discharged them. Any
other motive occur to you?”

“No, sir.” Her lips snapped on the second word.

“How long were they in Dr. Deely’s service?”

“One month, only.”

“We can probably trace Simplico through the
agencies. Let us have George’s description.”

“Slight—boyish-looking, about five feet four inches,
round face, olive skin, small knobby chin, pursy mouth
with sharply cut lips, a straight nose, and black hair—
shiny as patent leather.”

“That fits,” the commissioner snapped, “ninety-nine
per cent of Filipino house-boys. Give us something dis-
tinctive to go by.”

She offered his ear lobes—flattened in an odd, uneven
sort of way .... and his hands, extra small “but
awfully strong-looking—the veins stand out like thick
white twine.”

“Anything distinctive in his walk?” asked Mul-
rooney.

“Why, yes. He walks very gracefully—like a
dancer.”

O’Hagan left the murder scene to hunt the cauli-
flower-eared George.

Re Te Se Ce Ee ee A a

Striding along the second-story corridor, he glimpsed,
through open doors, what were obviously heirlooms in
sturdy Jacobean oak, massive carved teakwood, and
golden mahogany Chippendale.

For a moment he loitered inside the book-walled
library, to consult a copy of Who’s Who, riffling the
pages for Dr. Deely’s name:

“Born Lee, Mass. Williams Coll. and Columbia Coll. Physicians
and Surgeons. Post Grad. Heidelberg and Vienna. Mem. Crescent,

Riding and Driving, Berkshire Hunt, and Lenox Country
Ghub... 3,07

O’Hagan shoved the red volume back into its row;
and thoughtfully shuffled out of the mellow, restful
room.

With the burglary theory shelved, what possible mo-
tive could a Filipino servant have for killing the aristo-
cratic, celebrated Dr. Deely?

A HATE-RIDDEN ferocity had driven the knife that
had ribboned the doctor’s body. A ghoulish ven-
geance was registered in the slow, torturous death.

The motive might be jealousy, fear, or revenge.

But such motives implied intimacy, or some ex-
traordinary, unimaginable phase, which gave the case a
further mysterious twist.

O’Hagan took these riddles with him to the sordid
Red Hook District, where ships from the seven seas
daily discharged crews of all nations into the toughest
section of New York City’s five boroughs.

Detective Ramirez of Brooklyn Headquarters picked

up Seneco Simplico that afternoon, in the Garden City |

home of his new employer.

Simplico offered what he seemed to consider a quiz-
proof alibi. He had been in his kitchen until midnight
—had re-entered it at 6.30 A.M.

A lot of ground can be covered in six night hours,

and a homicide suspect requires a more closely knit |

alibi than that.

His tardiness in admitting that on the day they left
Dr. Deely’s service, he and George Damico had jointly
rented a room on Concord Street didn’t help him any;
especially when detectives brought in a pair of blood-
spotted socks, found in the vacated room.

He stated he had heard nothing from George since
Friday, when he left to enter the broker’s employ. He
could not, or would not, give any definite information
about Damico’s past or associates.

It was the ticklish question of motive that stumped
the grilling detectives.

Simplico denied the secretary’s statement that the
doctor had discharged him because he had gone joy
riding in the Deely Rolls-Royce. He refused to give the
real reason for his dismissal.

So they held him, pending further investigation,
along with other suspects whose social standing put
Simplico in an embarrassing position usually met only
in stage or movie dramas.

In the meantime, O’Hagan had put in six barren
hours combing the Red Hook shipping agencies. Equal-
ly fruitless was a canvass of the blatant sailors’ resorts
that fringe the Brooklyn Navy Yard.

Manhattan inquiries took longer, since it was after
office hours and the detective had to hunt clerks at their
homes. Fortunately one of them remembered a Filipino
who answered Damico’s description. He obligingly ac-

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companied the detective back down town,
and searched the office files.

“This is the fellow,” said the clerk, hand-
ing O’Hagan a card that carried the name
of Gavino Damier, Renngio, Cebu, Philip-
pine Islands. .

O’Hagan put through a call to the Brook-
lyn Homicide Squad. The detective in
charge put his question to the detained
chauffeur. The answer was discouraging.
So far as Simplico knew, Damico had
never gone under the name of Gavino
Damier.

“If you like,” the shipping clerk sug-
gested, “you can check up on Damier to-
aight. Two of the vessels he shipped with
are in port. There was something unusual
about him—superior to the ordinary run of
mess boys and oil wipers.”

“Well, he’s certainly worth looking into,”
agreed O’Hagan.

Brooklyn and Manhattan midnight
chimes were mingling across the Bay when
O'Hagan broached the subject of the miss-
ing houseboy to Chief Engineer Hansen,
aboard the S. S. Cedrick, which had docked
at Red Hook that evening.

“Sure, I know’ Georgie,” Hansen
chuckled. “His real name is Gavino Damier.
He used to get mail addressed to George
D’Amico. What’s the matter? Girl
trouble ?”

“How'd you guess?” evaded O’Hagan.

Hansen shrugged. “If Gavino had left
the ladies alone, he might’ve horned into
big fight money. He used to be a lightweight
in the navy.”

O’Hagan’s pulses beat faster, as he
listened to this unexpected tip. The navy
meant fingerprints.

And the precinct detective remembered
the blood-spattered bedpost-bludgeon. A
killer clutching such a weapon would surely
leave prints. These prints would condemn,
or clear, the Filipino servant.

Repressing his excitement, O’Hagan con-
tinued to question.

“George ever mention any special girl?”

“Uh-huh,” Hansen rumbled. “Mary D—
something. I remember that, because ‘Mary
D.’ was the name on a barge laying along-
side. George’s Mary is a hostess at the
Roma in New York. I wanted him to take
me along some night. He gave me a funny
look—told me to keep clear of ‘closed’
halls.”

O’Hagan knew detectives would rake all
“closed” dance halls for Damico. He knew,
also, that without some definite lead as a
battering ram, they would meet an uncrum-
bling wall of reticence in those joy palaces
of Orientals.

His immediate problem now was to find
Mary D.!

One hour later, as O’Hagan crunched up
the cobble-stoned incline that leads from the
harbor to the Poplar Street police station,
he felt reasonably content with the progress
he had made.

He had just finished a chop suey lunch,
and a confidential chat with the Chinese
proprietor’s wife—Rosie LeBlanc.

Rosie, one of O’Hagan’s trusted inform-
ers, had promised her aid. In this contented
state of mind O’Hagan swung into the po-

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lice station to find his chief, Lieutenant
Dillon, speaking on the phone.

O’Hagan dropped onto a swivel chair,
rested his weary feet on a wastebasket, and
snatched a newspaper from the desk.

Picture spreads of the Deely crime
slapped at him. Mammoth headlines
shrieked its importance. His eyes, gone
sandy with fatigue, flashed across lines here
and there:

The click of the receiver against its
claw aroused O’Hagan. He lowered his
paper to meet his chief’s questioning smile
with a cheery grin.

“Ramirez,” Dillon told him, “has traced
Damico to a room he rented this evening
on Seventy-Eight Street. Just missed him.
Frisked his baggage. Found a mono-
grammed handkerchief of Dr. Deely’s
stained with rusty colored blotches, three
sharp knives, girls’ photographs, and pack-
ets of letters. George seems to have used
aliases, but Gavino is not among them.”

“°Twouldn’t be,” agreed O’Hagan.
“That’s his real moniker.”

He gave the lieutenant a brief summary
of the Hansen interview.

Dillon grabbed the telephone, put through
a call to headquarters.

“We'll wire Washington for fingerprints,
right away,” he told O’Hagan.

Over another wire, O’Hagan phoned the
identification bureau.

“How did you make out with the Deely
case fingerprints?” he asked, when he got
his connection.

As he listened, O’Hagan’s air of satisfac-
tion vanished.

He hung up, and faced the lieutenant with
a wry smile.

“They got only one clear set,” he gritted.
“That was on the bloodstained bedpost—
and they check with the deceased’s prints.
Sure, they were planted with the doctor’s
dead fingers,”

For a long minute the room was very
quiet.

“Tl make a bet with you,” O’Hagan of-
fered Dillon, then, “that Damier never
shows up at the 78th Street house.”

Dillon didn’t take up that bet. If he had,
he would have lost.

mst morning when O’Hagan reached

the Poplar Street station house, he
learned that Detective Ramirez had left
for Chicago on a red-hot tip from one of
Damier’s girl correspondents.

Also, that every available first-grade de-
tective was still scurrying about, digging
into the intimacies of the dead doctor’s past
life, turning up unsuspected hates and loves,
envies and intrigues, some of which would
have greatly surprised the debonair physi-
cian himself.

O’Hagan climbed into his flivver and rat-
tled over to the offices of the New York
State Boxing Commission.

No psychic hunch foretold him that in
Damier’s fight career he would stumble up-
on the key to the solution of the most fiend-
ish crime of the decade. It was simply not
his way to leave any trail unsifted.

In Secretary Bart’s office, he pawed
through yellowing files ; found a ‘boxing li-

cense issued to Gavino Damier on Novem-
ber 1, 1924,

The importance of the few bouts listed
on Gavino’s record jolted O’Hagan’s inter-
est. He interviewed the Filipino’s one-time
manager, but drew no explanation of why
the license had not been renewed.

Attempting to fill in the six-year gap,
O’Hagan circulated through various sport-
ing quarters, gathering names of managers
who engineered undercover fights. He
pigeonholed the list in his head to use later,
if Ramirez’s out-of-town leads petered into
deadends.

Late Thursday night he reached the sta-
tion house to find on his desk a cautiously
worded note from Rosie LeBlanc.

“If you happen along this way at 11.30
come and say hello! R.L.”

In less than ten minutes O’Hagan was
striding through the squalid slum street.

On the dot of 11.30 he knocked on her
door at the head of a dark flight of splin-
tering steps.

Rosie opened, and a.cloud of incense-
laden air snapped at the detective’s nostrils.

He followed her through a railroad flat
to a parlor where ultra-modernistic Ameri-
can furniture clashed with Chinese what-
nots and screens.

Rosie, a short butterball, chemical blonde,
was flamboyant in gold embroidered pa-
jamas. She flopped, proudly, on a magenta
damask sofa. Her moon-round face beamed
serenely, as she proceeded to put the finger
on an old-time Roma rival.

O’Hagan drew up a chair, prepared to
listen to garrulous chatter.

Rosie fooled him. The information was
bubbling on her lips.

Mary Dehan was the full name of George
Damico’s sweetheart. She lived in a West
125th Street apartment house, superintended
by a lady who enforced only one rule—rent
must be paid promptly.

On the night of the murder, George had
failed to show up at a party to which he
and Mary had been invited. Mary had been
annoyed and embarrassed.

Her landlady was clamoring for rent;
her hostess was insulting because George
did not show up with a promised case of
gin.

George had made amends on Tuesday.
Mary’s landlady got her rent; the hostess
received the gin, and gave another party.

“You're sure,” O’Hagan asked, “this is
the same boy who worked for Dr. Deely ?”

Rosie’s peroxide curls bobbed affirmative-
ly. “Positif! My girl friend was at the
first party. When George didn’t show up,
Mary phoned the doctor’s house between
two and three to see if he was there.”

“Do you know where George went after
the party Tuesday night?”

“Of course,” Rosie smiled cynically,
“home with Mary ....Do you really
think.George killed the doctor to get money
for her?”

There was ghoulish eagerness in her curi-
osity.

“No,” O’Hagan answered truthfully, and
—as developments proved—correctly,

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dred and Twenty-fifth. The other went to
the Twentieth Street station house where
detectives are stationed to look after the
property and morals of the block in which
the Roma Dance Hall does business.

The Poplar Street station house clock
was ticking past three-thirty that morning
when Mary Dehan was ushered in to the
lieutenant’s office, where Dillon and
©’Hagan impatiently awaited her.

They saw a comely girl in her middle
twenties. Her oddly prim features had a
madonnalike profile, but her brown eyes
were hard and glistening like glass marbles.

There was something schoolm’amish
about her demure brown-and-beige costume,
and her clipped speech was businesslike.

In laconic, terse answers: she corrobor-
ated Rosie LeBlanc’s story.

“He knew the police were looking for
him?” O’Hagan asked.

-“Search me!” she shrugged. “We were
having breakfast about four on Wednesday
afternoon when a boy brought the paper. I
showed George the article. He asked if it
would be all right to tell the D.A. he had
stayed with me Monday night. I told him,
‘Certainly not!’ I didn’t want to be mixed
up in a murder.”

“Did you ask him point-blank whether
he killed the doctor?”

‘Naturally .... He answered that if
he had it in him to kill a man, he would
have killed my husband when I married.”

“Where was he Monday night, did he
say?”

“Gambling, in an alleyway.”

“Do you know,” O’Hagan asked slowly,
impressively, “of any motive George might
have for murdering Dr. Deely? Something
in the past, perhaps?”

Two splashes of rouge suddenly flared
against powdery white skin.

“You're going too far,” she said brittily,
“when you ask me to make guesses. That’s
your job. In the last four or five years he
has been out of New York a lot. I don’t
know what he has been doing, or whom
he met.”

“You honestly believe George is inno-
cent?”

“Yes. He often laughed about Dr. Deely
being an easy mark. Why should he risk
the electric chair?” She shuddered.

“Then, help us find him.”

“He sent me this yesterday,” she said,
fumbling a postcard out of her pocketbook.

 Siscanne! examined the card. The
stamp was canceled by a substation in
Philadelphia Chinatown.

“Didn’t you know Dr. Deely had dis-
charged George?” Dillon asked.

“Of course not,” she snapped. “Otherwise
I would not have called up there. When
Dr. Deely answered, I said it was the
wrong number.”

“George had other ways of making
money ?” O’Hagan insinuated.

“He used to have. Up to the last two
years, he was always well heeled. I know he
hated domestic service; too confining. Be-
sides,” she offered with a bleak smile,
“Georgie is nuts on outings.”

American Detective

O’Hagan’s eyes clung to the postcard.
His mind clicked to a significance tied in
that cancellation stamp. Sun Kwong’s shop
was in Philadelphia Chinatown, and it was
headquarters of a certain shyster fight man-
ager who might have a line on George.

The ten o’clock Philadelphia-bound train
carried Detective John O’Hagan and De-
tective Garcia Carlos who looks like a
Filipino and speaks their dialect fluently.

At the Broad Street station the two de-
tectives parted company. Carlos headed to-
ward Indian Point where Orientals were
enjoying a day’s outing.

O’Hagan jumped into a taxi, and gave
the driver an address.

A midday downpour. was sluicing the
slimy gutters in Chinatown when he paid
off the chauffeur outside a small, dingy
store.

Presently, across a glass boxed counter,
he faced a wall-eyed, tallow-skinned old
Chinaman.

The pungent aroma of spices, dried
shrimp, sunflower seed, sandalwood, and
that odd, mordant odor, which is popularly
attributed—wrongly—to opium, permeated
the cluttered stock—a sort of Chinatown es-
sence.

Sun Kwong, O’Hagan gathered from the’

elderly gentleman’s almost unintelligible,
pidgin English, was at Indian Point. He,
himself, was not acquainted. with the gen-
tleman whose name O’Hagan mentioned.

“That’s tough,” the detective worried.
“Y’m a fight manager. Want to make a
match for George Damico—sometimes he
calls himself Gavino Damier. You know?”

The old man’s lips parted over long,
spaced, yellow teeth. A comprehending
cackle agitated his scanty-haired goatee.

“George no fightee—Georgie catchee.
Bang-bang. Savee? No good now. Bad.
Nice boy.”

Reading O’Hagan’s genuinely puzzled ex-
pression, he explained that George had been
a “catcher” only—a “stooge” who took
bang-bang, round after round, returning no
harmful punches.

Too much bang-bang had finally spoiled
George for his “‘catchee” réle.

One night, two years ago, he dived off
the deep end when he was scheduled to
stand up against a man twenty pounds
weightier than himself. The manager of the
heavier fighter had caught a suspicious
gleam in the elastic waist hem of the Fili-
pino’s silk trunks and plucked ou. a razor-
sharp dagger.

A bystander had whanged Gavino’s head
against the dressing room wall. Hours later,
the little Oriental was picked up, uncon-
scious, in a far-away alley.

“After that,” the old Chinaman cackled,
“Evlebody scared.” His’ clawlike fingers
swished significantly across his own skin-
ny throat. .

The detective thanked. him profusely for
the name of another “catchee” who was
available—promised to look him up.

“Seen George recently?” he asked.

The Chinaman’s head wagged affirma-
tively. ‘ :

“Last night he play fan-tan. Today, he
go to Indian Point. Tomorrow he leave for
somewhere—I don’ know. Tonight mebbe
he come back here . . mebbe, no.”

Before he parted from the ingenuous,
chatty Chinese, O’Hagar had learned the
name of- the fight manager who had fig-

87

ured in George’s last engagement as a
“catcher.” Bye

Again, O’Hagan had come into the shad-
ow of ‘the motive, but this time, also, it
had eluded him.

He and Carlos had planned to meet at
the Greene Hotel on Broad Street. On his

‘ way there, he dropped into the precinct

station house and arranged for a surveil-
lance of Sun Kwong’s store.

At 2.15 A.M. O’Hagan seated himself in
the deserted foyer of the Greene Hotel, and
smothered back a yawn.

Detective Carlos was due with his un-
aware prisoner, who had innocently ac-
cepted an invitation to share his supposed
compatriot’s room for the night.

As the minutes crawled on, O’Hagan
fidgeted. Matters had gone a bit too
smoothly in Philadelphia. He had an un-
comfortable hunch trouble was brewing.

But presently there came from the en-
trance the sound of light laughter. A dash-
ing figure in a double-breasted blue serge
tripped in, his small feet touching the Tur-
key red hotel rug as lightly as the pads of
a-cat. Looming over him, from a superior
height of 5’ 7”, was Garcia Carlos.

O’Hagan sauntered over to him, smiling
a welcoming grin.

Damier glanced interrogatively from this
strange red-haired man to his masquerading
friend. But there was neither fear nor ap-
prehension in the flashing dark eyes.

. With practiced speed, O’Hagan frisked
the little man’s clothing.

Damier whipped out a purple silk hand-
kerchief, blew his small nose violently. This
act, O’Hagan knew, covered up a inoment
for thought.

“Excuse it please, sir,” with a flonrish,
the Filipino flipped the handkerchief back
in its pocket. “I do not understand——”

“We've been looking a long way for you,
George,” said O’Hagan. “Why did you run
away, instead of visiting the D.A.’s office,
as you promised Mary?”

George declared himself overwhelmed
with regret.

“I thought maybe it were better to wait
until the honorable district attorney cap-
ture the right man. Are you police, gentle-
men?”

“Your guess is correct,” O’Hagan said
grimly. “Now, there are two things we can
do with you. Lock you up here, and wait
for extradition papers, or, if you are will-
ing, take you right back to New York and
get it over with.”

Damier expressed his perfect willingness
to go to New York.

“That’s swell,” O’Hagan returned with
a smile. “Well, let’s see what we can get in
the way of a train at this hour.”

Luck greeted O’Hagan in the telephone
booth.

A sidetracked train from Harrisburg was
leaving in ten minutes with a vacant draw-
ing room.

A PULLMAN porter was picking up his
“& steps when the detectives, with a chat-
tering prisoner between them, tore along the
platform. O’Hagan roared a command. The
conductor lowered his ‘flag, waited until the
ill-matched trio had clambered aboard.
“You snatch some sleep,” Carlos invited
O’Hagan. “If this bug makes a peep, Tl
stretch him out.” =


88

“Thank you, sir. I’ll stretch myself out
with your kind permission.”

In Gavino’s politenéss, the detectives
sensed a flick of mocking impudence.

It was O’Hagan who remained on guard.

As the train rushed through sleeping
towns, across swampy wastes, he gazed
speculatively at the little Filipino who
slumbered as peacefully as a healthy baby.
His small-featured face was like a sun-
tanned cherub’s.

' The bloodstained handkerchief found in
the 78th Street apartment; the socks picked
up in the rooming house; his possession of
keys to the dead doctor’s doors; the watch-
man’s nebulous description; the Dehan
girl’s story—all these weighed against Ga-
vino Damier.

In the other scoop of the scales, which
favored him, were the absence of known
motive; his alibi; his size against the doc-
tor’s ponderous bulk.

.Even O’Hagan found it hard to believe
that this little creature, curled up like a
tired monkey, could have perpetrated the
ghastly wounds found on Dr. Deely’s body.

-“You'’ve got to prove it,” the wheels
clanked monotonously.

Why had the doctor not overpowered
this childlike small person?

Had he gone there to blackmail the phy-
sician?

What other possible motive might have
been behind the sadistic killing?

If Damier had an accomplice with him,
that would account for much.

But it wouldn’t clear the riddle of motive.

O’Hagan’s ponderings availed him noth-
ing at-this point. When the train roared
into the Pennsylvania Station, he was as
mystified as he was when it left Philadel-
phia.

Police Commissioner Mulrooney, Inspec-
tor Bishop, Inspector Sweeney, Lieutenant
Honan, and Lieutenant Dillon, greeted
O’Hagan and Carlos when they brought
their prisoner into the Poplar Street police

station just as the leaden night sky was -

opening to let through the first flush of
dawn. :
Damier faced the formidable array of of-
ficials without shrinking.

“IT have an alibi,’ he claimed blandly.
“All Monday night I shoot craps in an al-
ley with friends. I give you the names,
gentlemen. When you find them, they will
tell you it is true what I say. Alas! I do not
know their addresses.”

Hours of ceaseless, grueling questioning
soaked the rich olive tan from Damier’s
cheeks, left them as colorless as the sand
on the beach of his native Renngio on the
Philippine Island of Cebu.

.Beneath inflamed eyeballs,
moons hung, like tear sacks.

Lieutenant Dillon, bleary-eyed and
hoarse, glared at O’Hagan across his desk.

“We'll never get a conviction,” he
groaned. “The medical examiner says it
wasn’t one of the knives found in the 78th
Street apartment that was used. Gavino
doesn’t have to prove his alibi. I’m sure as
I’m born he murdered the doctor, but un-
less he makes a statement we’re sunk. And
he won't. He’ll keep up this tongue shadow-
boxing: y

O’Hagan’s fist whacked the desk: his
half-closed eyes shot wide open.

“I’ve got the meaning of that patch of
matted carpet at last. Let’s re-enact the

dark half

American Detective

murder. He'll crack!”

In voices that were worn to hoarse mut-
terings, they worked out a scene with the
skill of movie directors planning a million-
dollar production.

O’Hagan left the station house to face a
fog-as dense as the one that had shrouded

‘ Brooklyn Heights on the night of Dr.

Deely’s tragic death.
At four o’clock they brought Gavino to
the third floor of the redstone residence in

the hundred-and-sixty block at Joralemon

Street.

Lithely, he mounted the familiar flights
of stairs down which he had frequently
sneaked to go joy riding.

He exhibited no symptoms of nervousness
in the dimly lit study where, in his natty
white house-boy livery he had so often
served tea and cocktails to the doctor’s
decorative guests.

The death chamber, haunted by long,
grotesque shadows floating through the
archway from the study floor lamp, appar-
ently held no ghosts for him. =

“Sit down on that chair!” ordered a voice
out of the darkness.

A flash spotted a club chair, in. a line
from the great purple splash on the maroon
rug. For a split second the torch glinted
over a sharp knife that gleamed on a tabo-
ret by the chair’s side.

Then the room was drowned in pitch
blackness.

{ was sitting with his feet on

the matted patch, where he had stood
that night, gashing his victim slowly, dia-
bolically, to death.

The metallic ticking of the doctor’s watch
whispered echoes of the murder night into
the tomblike silence.

Long minutes passed, punctured, rhyth-
mically, by harbor sounds—the desolate toll-
ing of pitching bell buoys, muted sirens of
owl ferries, droning horns of fogbound
vessels, that drifted, dirgelike, through the
inch-open windows.. - .

Then, suddenly, light blazed inthe room. °

-O’Hagan threw off a dark rug—sprang
to his feet on the precise spot where Dr.
Deely must have stood, futilely warding off
the ghastly knife thrusts.

He lunged forward.

Quick as a tree snake, Damier leaped, the
knife gleaming in his hand.

Though the attack was anticipated,
O’Hagan barely. escaped a murderous on-
slaught.

The polite little Filipino was instantly
transformed back to a wild jungle boy. His
body writhed with extraordinary strength,
as he attempted to escape from pinioning
hands.

The scene was a inatter of seconds.

Then Gavino slumped on the club chair.
His dark eyes blazed. Perspiration dewed
his plump yellow cheeks.

“Where did you put the other knife,
George?” O’Hagan gasped.

Gavino wabbled a left hand toward the
bas-relief of The, Last Supper. “A hole in
the back,” he explained proudly.

A detective lifted down the metal mold-
ing. He pried off the metal back. A grape-
fruit knife dropped, clattering, on the
hearth.

As suddenly as he had lost it, Damier

regained his composure. Boastfully, now,
he admitted his brutal exploit.

. He had gone, he said, to Dr..Deely simply

to ask for a loan of fifty dollars ‘to pay
Mary Dehan’s rent and buy a case of gin.

Looking through the communicating arch-
way, he saw the doctor in bed, apparently
asleep. He had played his. electric torch
about the room; it had picked out a roll
of bills on the desk.

As he tiptoed past the bed, the doctor
switched on the light, called: “George, what
sat you doing here,” and jumped out of

ed.

“He kicked at me with his bare foot,”
Gavino’s voice went plaintively indignant,
“It was a foul. I remembered, in a flash,
the bedpost was loose. I seized it—leaped—
whanged his temple. He fell. He looked
dead. I went to the desk, took fifty dollars.
-“As I leave by the archway, I hear the
master getting up. I look back. He is pull-
ing himself up by the footboard. I had al-
ways wanted to cut a big man like him. I
got the grapefruit knife from the break-
fast nook ....J stalked back.”

Gavino’s voice sank to a purring, jungle-
like murmur,

“The master is weak—groggy. He holds
to the bed. Even now, he tries to strike me
with his right hand. But J am master. If I
say so myself, sir, my footwork has always
been good .... 1 wait between spurts of
blood, to protect my clothes. Only once am
I too. slow. He catches the knife, but I
pull too quick for him. I must teach him
he must not do that... .”

What followed is too gruesome to de-
scribe.

“When the master finally dropped,” Ga-
vino went on coolly, “I had to wait a long,
long time before he lay still enough to let
me zwish his jugular vein. . . .”

“Why did you tie him to the desk?”
O’Hagan asked.

Damier shrugged. “He kicked at me as
if I were a dog, sir. So I leash him to the
desk, as if he were a dog—a dead dog.
Then I wipe off the bedpost, place his fin-
gers upon it..I-conceal the knife. I walk
down to the drawing room to watch for
the so interfering officer Murphee ‘to de-
Patt. 4

Gavino repeated, and signed, his state-
ment an hour later.

The motive?

O’Hagan figured it out as fear. Anybody
who has had experience with prize fighters
know they are scared into spasms by an
amateur. Their hands speak a different lan-
guage. It’s something like an elephant being
scared of a mouse.

In attempting to visualize the crime, the
precinct detective never lost sight of that
matted patch so near the dried blood pool.

That was simmering every minute in his
trained imagination. Curiously enough, it
wasn’t until he was deathly weary of the
third degree session that he suddenly
realized it was exactly the sort of imprint a
man would make practising shadow boxing
—or an experienced boxer would make if he
were lunging at somebody with a knife—
and wanted to keep clear of spurting blood.

For two years, since that night when he
had been kicked and beaten in the dressing
room, he had nursed a grudge against big
men. He confided in O’Hagan that his at-
tack upon Dr. Deely was like a dream
come true.

A jury found him guilty of murder in the
first degree, and he was electrocuted.

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position ‘of Director Of Typography! ' Clinton. Prison Inmate Executed at: Sing Sie Nein. . _

in the Government Printing Office, ie t tains His Stand of Atheism to The Last: ao Body

The salary is $4,604 a year, lesa a}. Claimed by Brother And Sister—Funer al To Be » 1

deduction of 3 1-3 percent toward|: .
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tical printing expericnve and, in ad-j~,,0 SINING.ON! ¥. Feb, a4 (UP) \
dition, at Jeast four years of con. i Vincent DeLeon, who wanted to HUNDREDS AT
sistent cmployment7Dy a printing j. “have it over as soon. as “possible” | :
or publishing house, in laying out, “tlea in the electric chair in Sing] ~ } ;
and ‘preparing complete “dummica" : Sing Prison tonight for the fata) CONCERT AT -
of proposed publications; in the! Stabbing of Danie! Nickersoa,. a
creation aud development of artistic Keeper in Ciinton prison:

desiens, ijiustrations, ttle pa us, He was placed in. the chatr até 211 -ROUSES POINT

book aint pamphlet covers, letter: | P. M. and pronofinced dead .four

ing, ant cecorative design for re- | minutes later,

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cesses; in the selection. of ock Years in Sing Sing prison for a

and eeio’s to be used, and) in the | New York City robbery,, In Feb. lage Combine Orchestras te

b ig of margima, and: othet wise 1931, he was transferred to Clin- te

I ing of complete publications. ton and the stabbing » o¢curred : a,

or jobs of commercial printing. | shortly afterwards, ; EXHIBIT: CLOSES : ‘
‘Balt information may be obtained | DeLeo, who Was known at Dan- é

from tae EF Miurke, Secretary we nemora by the alias Vincent Anier-

the nr eee Civil, Service, i0, killed Nickerson with a clasp Boncart Marks Closing of.

‘Roard of Exawiners, at- the post | knife when the guard came to the Two- -Day Better Hous-
‘office An this city. rescue of two other keepers whom .

ae A the convict had’ attacked when | ing Exhibit

CE CARNIVAL they attempted to search him. ” ‘ i
He was tried and = convicted in! \
lings county court at Plattsburg haven hundyed persons tquoced ;

a biting February wind last night

in June, 1934. District ‘Attorney
‘ ‘ ; to‘hear the combined forces of the
Andrew W. Rian prosecuted: ,the -Phatiat ' in P t
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j ; Viction that resulted in’ a death the ; aie ‘
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: ae Better’ Housing Exhibit «in the
2 as years, . ,

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Of Variance with the law. <As a The -whole personnel ‘of the

Radio Stars Will Be Fealuralec he was sentenced to q re-{| Plattsburgh orchestra was not pren- -

ent, for the stage would not have

; {formatory and since then was re-
Attraction At Show 7 lonisd da: Mave...nhdee Vengeance | held it and the strenéth of the

In Olympic Arena J against all law and order, = * | neighboring kroup th the wind acc-
‘ 7, : After hie was placed! in the death | tien obviated any reinforcement in

‘ oe hotise at Sing Sin he wa that quarter. But several of the
PLACID, “Feb. 21—Lawell oe a, EEE ss aed

. i; News Voi / t: ‘pr isonerc. and “had for the past | Viattsburzh ‘strings were added,
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wished it was all over—that “the; (uo other important units

| souyr it was done the better.” | The concert was notable for more

NES met word, ae 4 He was an atheist and died with- | than one reason. The. unison play-

as etwo : , . sty ; ‘ ;

: se b. out ewnbracing & religion, To the ing was smooth and well balanced,
yPuomis who was king | of last .

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typi & studio at Lake Placid Ciub?
ton, cht “et his wsual honr, 6: hed yukd

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‘tion a atudly at Jake Placté Che me Wished it was all over—that “the! sea otber, important units,
OS tontet at ifs usual hour, 6:45 ove er! sooner it wan done the better,” ‘The concert was notable for more .
nt I rs NE one two, 5 ee He was an athcist and died with- , than ong reason, The unison play-
fr} Phos whe was hing ‘of at: :out embracing a religion. ‘To the) ing waa smooth and well balanced.
Miyears wonter carnival will be ag} (At he denied any _exixtence of} The solo playing: expecially that of
he ithe Ci Ci vip, Arena, follew ing. hia’ Gad and refused the offer of hav- Anthony. Rodette, fate, and Futlec sy
jlraadcott.. He will there crown as! ‘ing the consolation of a clergyman. | Allen. Arompet, drew mych favor. |
Be cares itd quceén of winter’ for 1935 3) The amall wizened body with tte] able attention. ‘And the shading and
| Ozate Nelson, tamous band leader Diack gla:ing eyes,-closed in death, | precision work Was perhaps far
jand rAdp star, and blonde “‘Mariiet| 88 claimed by lis brother’ and) above ‘the usual standard in ama.
(AI hrig featured with Nelson on j Sater who wiil conduct funeral} teur musicianship. Hut what call«
ene. foe Uonner Sunday night broad- tsetvicea for liu in New York, ed forth the most coniment and ap.
ST cart ee plause was the about
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1 Pitacid mach Matar aas To att oy i Lb Wi di al ine whose efjorta the! twa ore tie si
| hens & Of Nyrthern New York). \ {were Brought tometer,
NY iarat taterce at the St, Morits, "ARRAIGNED': yin Hudsen employs atrict diset~"
jhatel tual evening. a a pline, insisting, even a@gainst§ the.
— Recesaity for working and rework-
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eating ext it thone by famous kate. tyraadwells~ Mills .

leu. fh edy ‘Rkits and novelty num- j

‘ eg toot ding “Africa on Shates.” oo Charged With ard De-

oo Tie sore pe: féPniance will be, ae a gree. Burglary o.

of Pested foncrvow night at the Arenal. , : 2 -

‘. seats for tonight are complatety | pee t , 7

cy oT ee necessitating. the second. ” Arraixaed in city court” before

1, Caray i Judge Robert S. long yeaterday
a — f mopning, oank Stewart, 30, ot |

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i Treadwel!s. \tils was charged with#
burglary in tue third YWerree. | - |
He pleaded not gulity to they
;count and requested an adjourn:
the iment ot the case which was grant-_
yed, Continuance af the case mae

f.talle moderpization pro- !
| put off untit F iday, . . |

(' Rout ade stands are among

ett ieets h ¢an be undertaken by
nips 4 ; Stewart was arrested. bv loc al! '
: facnie:s whose crops are harvest] ; cord ft
olice ear esterday. morning aft-
‘ed on ands hordering “much tray. | Lat iy J “e 2
ed cnwais oe | era window in the rear of Tuttle
oe. CO and Parahall’s Jewelry store had)
Re Inereysme muunbers of ‘farme:s i‘ Sica nae . ee.
oo re oken,- in wha nice Clhalm,
ant VIn freag Near large metroperitan! © pall ak : ' : ms *: !
crt! was a burglary attempt. ;
Bop. ellos Nave found theses art “ Went xe'l
er the prelinipary hearing.
ati stan‘s a prafitaliie means. of i a \
use ,§ tewart walves an examination, dis;
msing of Ee of their p: odtice, ¢a~
van: case will go to the Grand dey
_ begiart "ls, Poultry, ‘vegetalies, i
ly re 7 6 when it convenes here in April. | |
fret, . tle ‘ ‘ > ak .
“ rr r. pee an OTries, " i
Bi ty Talbe eS AE PAR sides wiands aca |
OT ec cte! be Uh e.. aype irance: at: > PERU YOUTH INJURED '
and and the ¢ display: of/ edihte |
aM WHEN TIRE EXPLODES
oheételandise alinost as omudéh as hy
7? y o's : EERIE ARROUND
"the a aity of Tha produce Atselfor. 7 \
Pwr which Sre anitestiy aan Jerty Bitapatiick of Dein was

seriously Tafured on a freak aceddeat
at/the G. W. Pavker there
‘ Wednesda a@tternoon Wlienm a te

, with the goals Envittnels dis-

pluve  naturatty atteact the: lare- caress

, Qperatic airs by

Rousarws t “oine- ttign WEIOM I

- Syl") whale’: _bersaupel ot” 4 he

Piattsburgh otchestra Was not pres. ;

ent,-for the stage would not have -

held it and the. strength of' the
| neighboring group in the wind sec--

tion obviated any retafore ement in
that quarter. Dut several

/Man Is. rent "and. lively: expression. Himselt’.

an instrumentalist and teacher, -he- #

also knows the limitations of mere-
insistence: and draws’ out his play.
crs by appreciation and sugses-
tion. ‘Jast night, as “ye final
tehearsal, they added thei

applause to that of the audience,
as though well shtaified with what
he had caused them to accomplish. -

The Work of the whole orchestra .

and parteilarly the string section
was greatly enhanced by the play-
ing of Samuel Racicot, who headed
the violins as concertmaster,
Kurc ot was long a member of the:
Plattsburgh Symphony and since
going to Ropses Ioint to live
has been widely influential in. the.
musival life of the community,

The best baits ef thé concert,
penhaps, were
Mintietto Giojosv ef Mozart and J.
SB. Neredy’s arrangenye nt.of Various
Sulllvan,
view

to

balreds remained afterward. ta
® prestam ol motion pictures,
leur ospeeches enc ouraKing con-
atruction amb repair of homes, and
J, bP. R.

a epee Ye

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de la Marr, Thomas, white, hanged Goshen, NY, 1/22/1779

"Perhaps the most notorious of these Tories was Claudius Smith who has
come down to us by the sobriquet "Cowkoy of the Ramapo Mountains!’ ena
hanged for his misdeeds, including; toe murder of Mwai Jor Nathaniel
Strong, on January 22, 1779. he shared taégallows that duy at Goshen,
Orange County, New York, with two others of lesser reputation, Thomas
Delamar and James Gordon. Delamar and Gordon were hanged for bur-
Glary. omitn and three of his sone terrorized the nélechborhood by their
pillaging depredations, Stealing horses and delivering them to the
British in New York City, «after smith had murdered Major Strong, a
bounty was placed on his head by Governor Clinton and the man-hunt was
on, He was apprehended on Long Island and Eventually brousnt back to
Goshen where he met his death fron thebough of a cottonwood tree,"

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",eeHang by the Neck..." by Teeters and Hedblom, pages 370-371,

"We hear from Goshen in Orange County thet at a Special Court of Oyer
& Terminer held there the beginnins of this month, six criminels were
found guilty and sentenced to be hanced on Friday next the 22na
instant, , viz. the infamous Claudius Smith and Four other men by

the names of James cordon, #etthew Dolson, De la Marr ané Rines, and
@ young woman for the murder of her bastard child," NEw YORK JOURNAL
AND GENERAL ADVEnTI six, Poughkeepsie, NY, 1/8/1799 (stare Books Division
New York P ublic Library) same sourcefor 3£29L17%9 stites "Tne Legis-
lature of this state during their late Slitting at Poushkeepsie passed
an act for pardonings auy auger for the felony therein mentioned,"

"We hear from Goshen in Orange County that on Fridey the 22nd last
Claudius Smith with the other men, (or some of them), lately condemned,
were executed pursuant to their sentence." Seme source, Feb. 1, 1779,

"On the 22nd last, pursuant to a sentence of the supreme Court of this
State, Claudius Smith, James Gordon end one de la Merr were executed

at Goshen in Orange County in the presence of a number of Spectators,
Claudius has been long noted for his villainy and had been often
Committed to gaol, but though his race has lnsted longs, he has at last
met with his deserts, He was convinced the people wished for his death,
which he mentioned more than once, arraigned upon three severesl indict
ments, he was found guilty of all. He bore the sentence of desth with
resolution. But at last when the order for nis execution arrived, he
lost his courage. He confessed nothing of his crimes nor those of his
impious companions, but on the whole appeared to be a most hardened, im
penitent wretch. Gordon, convicted of bh rse-stealins and de lu Merr

of burglary, confessed their crimes und owned the Justice of their
punishment, His Excellency the Governor was pleased to respite the
execution of the other three criminals till March next." Sane source,
February 8, 1799.

Note: Smith' s son, James, was hanged on 6/8/1779.

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fyek che tA ere ” ina ‘ Poe eds mm othe TA 6 of" Mi.
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ms ; myer! . " ; ; a re arti ¢ ‘turesque oo.
eos e “"s Voral Prominent Artists p |, F( TODIE a nt amd tej cont
Eye's, 2) i |. Catered. In Second fee |
oe a yom Annuat Hanging IN PLECTRIC : Th thin met ted of te
6 OOP rae swat \ \ ,eision And its effects, Tre
te ofa ' a . fe SE meg —_ Saney of the. story and the t+
' - me Porter the ae ts re Mae [lattes i tA IR TONITE ie Castine: i: ul settings
as , aa THT s Ga rvilel thie spond anneal I - mnie at phy:
on) ae a they Vit VN at will bre neh an thos Ticketa may be: ob Ware a.
Pat ee 7 rf 4 wats Mfrs e249, . at. 28 Margaret. — pupile of the ap tiaut. or at
behets gers sec ae A, ny if a ae Vincent DeLeo, elie Vincent: aft ‘the aud dees :
Pelco pe EER dhe i ee Vinerign, . condemned hiler of Cast
a ee _ Mapes with a Ua play of. artistry Ihiniel Nickerson, Chaten prison Meenonette Tivéiwa: ag
a 4h . . ‘, jt ak ac jt ted crankit hats pote those geeard, will de mW the electric char 1861, Yreonne Ry iy ae
ES [ey ents , With cittr racum Rhe Fahiiet and tonight cuniess Govertio: Lehinan Rose Deardag, | her greasy
ory oe fiese who sloweit their ay POCCAS Cotervenes apd urders a atay. Eyelyn Me'tus; os t
r of De Molay : tion by Attending. Vt s iter De Leo was: convictéd of the mur. | Jonathan Mie. Mi :
iar ae Pree PENS Aineng thease in last veat’r Oxhl- dor here last June anit WAD sen ‘lover, Alvatl laAsell, ‘) eis
i a seeder ale Din Titers Were sevrial mationaily  re- es Need te the chair’ by suetine sh Justin flailgay, Ruxy’s
! Pe saspele at Oop niice dd ScuTptars ana painters. Gon Justice ) Byson “Hrewster. ‘ Russell Mirray, ; : .
MAREN! Loses ss den ; Hae Of Beekniantewn was Whe Court. af Nppeals and Appel. Blizcbeth Maaweil, friqnd ‘
wit Pome ted ci ered Dy! popular vite the ote ocate Divisian approved the con- nonette. Mercedes Louggan,
tH ca Tetteay cette a id n seu PUTIN g. The! viction and Governor Letimank who. David Franca a weafthy
on) oer Cs 0 | Ff: Farntines: shown we re of the finer heard a ‘ecemency pea ‘two works grower, Roswell Rack. [

Meo ane rita at bere thpe, fer tie hidst part, und have agg haa. not vet uflered to stay the Thomas Mills, Jona hs
oa “Fhe Deer fruivss ta large expibits. enec ution. ; / ° * Ww iam Kennedy. r° De
on's Guid Dance In this years hanging walk be wev> oat wag fealned here yesterday |’ Giadva Whe, frtend) of 3

reds. Tost. coal entiies! from Dannemora State lthat action of ‘the Goxecnoe poste ette, Mary Garden, .
Aw bis fags «ned beso, many of The intuates diss pomnge the execution . was looked , Mauainy Dac, an olf Negre

most, Ded’s peas. playing a thorough kapwietge Of pon -as improbable. | This being vie ssSanth. | coe
fenitene i pe ore Walle ae printing and sculptoring. — truce ‘feo will weg down the short: Lou. Mansnis Tou when
wattage oof Tie ON aang. i har that must of those . hall to- the tetlial. chainber from Donets Matoney
weodal@ebe rai, Lend and whoa wlre in the previous exhibit \ the death house ad about ten min. |: Mr. Biirher, ea ars lous
eo fhelbesdhestetite: me Will Ve in this Vents showing, and j wtes to ‘eleven tantieht, . (Cycrleton Bt shew

. ‘ \ te Woentiies have becn added to ei ‘Executioner Robert Eiliot, “ws, ¢. Annateile Hagains. Presic

sed saslsiaesll * | durin, bint, ; jot the same Vilage where” the: Ladies Aid, Witufred Kanals

_B, A. To Meet _ | : Persons desfring te exhibit, whe | murder took place wild place the: stetta Pogyan member ot
ty Plevdie, Yo 69. AW, a have not orecetved a notice, ahould | }iack cap over the convict’s heat | Ald, Jane Borde.

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on November 16, 1908

DEL VERMO, Andrea, elec.(Aupburn) NY

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elopemen: cake thin moratng
thee DeAngelia in @pectal Ter
an interlecwtory devree of
Witiam Pex of that village
wife, Grace Fon, who lb new
be somewhere in Wiseunala
bert Taft, who claims to Be
President-elect Wittam

Andrea Dr!
j Convicted om Jan 28, 1907, of the murder

Verma,

to Page's vide, severing the Intestines
The murtered man was @ foreman ta
the Wire Works and all who knew him
j spoke of hiva dm the highest terms The
| Murderer fed to Oreenway, hanging |
{about there for sore time, and Anally
; Pought a ticket for Behenectady He
(had formerly werked on the raiirved | of
at that place Officers bowling and i Taft
John Pianagan went to Cireenway, but Lawye: Devid &. Powers
the Ttaltan had bearded @ train that |. c five witnesses: w
Passed through Rome that evening. | Ox, and five
“A waiter behind ) Rae Dele fiw 30 ' | CRef of Police Barry at once cotnmn- hey were , Mary Y
and a ly: hurt ‘is indeig re within p bloated with the chief at Beheneciady | pe *], Sdna Bowlin? Leta
nives are»! . hereened to | fu vor, whee | with the resuit thet the frerderer was : ahanney.
“"The peter is” wu avighbor, turned off at 6:09 The second | found at the tome of hia alater in that gar Finn glen Bacay. i
haute’ we: ot the ‘aée. wt? city, plave@ under arrest and by ught ment of $500 againat Taft in 4

of Antonio Page, at Rome or June
Was #lectroeyted in Aub

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Rated the procession. hoe Speman op later.”—Chicago News.
oo Og gg ie 90ME SHONT sTORIE
| te the infiuenee and penn Saline ameamamiee
fhe Dowager timprees. With « <-e Por Protection. Piwitenicniitinadeeagtatan \
t hem@ foreign aggression ’ Dreset Midgie. whose origina! ‘
and bri eounte tte is Ne ‘ "
We tade targe inroads on ibe | wealth, awd pe Mg ton ‘poiicn, | Del Vermo, an Italian Who Brutally Slew One of His Coyatrymen in Reme
it, Indeed, it had not almost en- | hee » Rim for some years one of Death in Aut i O'Clock
it, The -pesition of | Philedriphia’s most prominent Was Put to - P; até
be the More secure be auve be’ bere I. ed yen — i th Was Tried in This City.
Of the Emprem during the! bos.” said Mer. Drexe! Biddle who ip one rh Ee
Chiee was fret awakening. to A ~~ best asnateur boxers In Amerios f
+t n * CORO of Attack bys jek por het . *
oe and when the tom's” | or tw defenee ef @ tua, Wikeot. In 3 Auharey Mer. 36
pitation of the empire «os dred crises, how Gepiccabiy awkeard
among Buropesn nations ia, to be unable to box
ih be the rule of Prince « Bhi mae
ft we have no meane of kn preys Sigg, hate
it thet China's future ix tairts : te, | thle morning at
red if only the regen: will ad shocks
the lines laid dowr hy the 4 x t one adminisiersd a: 8 OT 36
Empress is reasoned) certair he rE rggetec a aa 4 we ae of 1.860 volte, eight iperes. ‘Tite
of the Dowager Emores= | waives at the Fight of tis 5 Wan held at ful strength + th nee

an to try thetr edges on t , | onde, Shee fedured to where

enarnt then

we be atten
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Utica and

he lsueewlren, the the was

oe . ; “T'm looking for a b ‘ Taat time
© of the homes in I attended a Banque ! ne back here for trtet
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New York to the contribetion of | mouth Buffalo & ipeftes, and wae held for thirty | phe crtat was held tn Utlea and was cn maa ag fave ePe:

4 iad al ends, Del Vertis telag dectaced dead | opened hy Jiistice Deverderf on the 21st ‘ i he

Marland to The Cbeerver against Kim by hfs retg

arg ee retried a ee see et at mult | ry decided agalnet bien end
pid thore which are to fultoa Two litle children, being awakened | ma. ag neo ta | WAS Feturned om the 26th, and appes! | aint of 9600, after oupre ;
tol meet henerea | OD® MOrKing and fais : hat « hh ache. sree (0 | was made to the Court of Appeaia tn opinion teat’ ha. hed Sean |
eats Pe. * gates oak new litth brother, were ie He ineioted nfemsers, | June, 1908 Cm the 20th of inet Beptem- Pa extent j
titer (ny Amer Ths fare, to know whence « ett and chev. that | ber the Court of Appeals announced that Preparatiov@ were made 1 |
Needs oP dome kit Page : i; ware? it had affirmed the decision, and fixed the Judgment, and then the :
pier and surcreding. <napiere It must have ben ent weet as hegre in white | ration ewohe ONS petrite te i
ind op this page the girt ae a at Vermo should he executed tn tit od hy the news that Taft, de i
Why the milky a Frage vhair at Auburn The Let hed run away with j

= sssahenctanie ted thet ' wht thar he? Verma contvection te said to have been
the vecend one of murder, first degree.

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on ‘- a Page , ; that baw heen had fe thie county since

brother niovements wer: tra
part of the State,

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erident of Cuba “AN. tndeed.” said the ‘
fulis. but with a faint Mix«

aJorits in « tetal A
about 360,000 The + was Yes, f have,” repeated
“and what is

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‘rat what I say is trie
tiven me the reeent election here aie”

prea
wae nlened F
fay by 45 nde

he American convervatives Bla- The ather, much ah«orhed o
housand’ (ts 4 goed reond ma The conductor wax approm
an isiand «hase aregete sot | Man Who claimed tha! he
* than that of Brookiyn power fined Nie eye stern
— ~* sa ductor Aw if fam inated
drew
iecide «f Macricé Hane wh ite, ‘oe. ;
ttempted (¢ assatetrote Fras wes te. ald braaer
In Judae Lawlers court His companion was #taring
neiaes bh« éry pecattar , ietereet, The werve of his
That ‘ tid have beet | 7 py Ge te paws ta
ay oerrbed Mice whos ® | ‘area. ‘aes Ries a tre gey
Hh which he Killed ines betre) yy Aawitndl’ ta decreas. noe
te higtty fmprehabte If the | tentota
Was parsed t> fim by Rie wite! The conductor niet
fal) te eee Ady fares tut with
investigation of j at Axed upon his
oe regiigence mate nlemet im hie he
hing possible} The whole affair iG ria eens “

rongly of the roffenness that

the Beobrita-Beaf regime tn
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Elkins now posttively denies ]

ie any engaarment between | |
ter Katherine and the Duke of |

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‘Gives 11,877 Books

To Harvard College. |

Rare Volumes Presented by Edward
D. Beandegee as a Memorial.

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Marion Harland’'s Talks |

was substituted for hanging
f death
Bedy Taken te Rome.

Rong, Nev. 14--A Delos Lawton, of
the Orton Undetraking Company, feft
yesterday for Aulurn, and returned to.
fay with the bedtytaf Andrea De: Vermo,
who woe electrocuted Mf Auburn prison
this mors (ne The bedy will he buried

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Gevernor’s Anneuncement ;
Having Cailed by atl other meane to
(eater hin clhent, Attorney John KE Mason
[ef Horie laid the (ese before the Ital.
jan counsel @f Albany andl thet off
jade an appeal to Ooaverner Hughes
on Geturday tele@raphed to
‘ foe @ tranecript of the ¢ .
mony of Wiitlant Abet of Binghantnn
fend HBome, whe tt made conftivting
Statements us wbat be had seen of
the «ri
The ¢) -verner "
jteriaye and he tele@raphest
Attorne, Willie and to the
Auborn that he weold nat interfere

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THE MASORMIC CL
A Pian of’ Reorpenisation

anne
When the Masonic Clab o:
in June lost, fnelly dewnded ¢
net & paying Grganiaation, 1
and property was tutmed «
Masenic Aswoctation im pay
that had accrum? to the Aw
the wee of the club roone on
of the Masonic Tempie
eonic Assdciation hy an od
that i* made up ofthe «

j Mehties of the city Tht uni

erection of the Temple, and t¢
‘ettery ia Une various bed
it ts composed @eking that a

; ty he Compe of two meet

body be appointed to devise
the Pe-organixation af the
eemmitice finally selected |
ot followlog Geo #
Andrew Mccarthy, Utlea Lo

{tee Bteteon and Marry JM

Lodes. F & Jones and
y, Fantom todtge, Fo On
> Mughes Oneida Ch
ant George and RH. Gen
Commandery, Mo M Kieek w
Johneon, Kivare  Tampie
vae chosen ehaitinan and

} ocretary

The committee haa held a
Hieetings and vcathvyasmed ¢

) \@ry themtaghty, and tt haa

decided that the orly
te te

Memberehip af 460
cored. The di

HOUSEHOLD AND OTHER MATTERS
FROM A WOMAN'S POINT OF VIEW.

Mahm be betier
Wh) not Moe
‘ited te the tae. tt

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had bal some (rouble with her hushand,

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F ‘i é weil We ioft etd ome 16 thie phase Foe : i 2 i 2

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. Noe : ie a corse. | : ) the Charkestom emai
GFP cen mR sol Pwho itend oe ng CSTR Bho ws

5 bhai j
) pout wifien de rerren ted Fev ‘pe Moasur- tn : e+} : Hp =:
men et ay eariy « to erin al . he ¢ Hi by ey ; ness a. made all recerd ‘tn
? of mail at any | at: 1 ot : i Tewihg © . Fe ¥ : ;
Nditioned wooen auch ce .
UT a,

Pus r : a ae 4 4 Mbucth
Fell ee ea oe “nd board expenses

__raeue Seott of
re ney t
mgt ements
nning | Of Univereitee” ore ‘ot the State river as x
eet of the nina aye, Yee, | extablishment of statona Ak Sinem ne CONRAN,
st of South Carolina by stg = i ger i ; Msi aquinanl aah

} Chancellor Barrew of the University! oe the Pee Dee river ym
i ber Mig a n. vag porn ry watershed which will
}@ member. of the committee to decide
the winne? of the Rhodes rcholarship. | POM Om the rainfall

” one a % He traced briefly the rise and the
prey: reine heel tendencies. of the university type of |°* *®* river in South s
; Beer 3S ar tie Phone ee ‘ schoola from Babylonian times to the ame
wr Viet “ ; * ~ av : at : ‘ + ee re pon ' IK
a omer gulch : Pe sda . tly enjoyed by all present. is 7 in charge the,
wens a 4 a ae : ; me ' © office, was struck on
| mg srt . : . FORMER CAROLINIAN. | plece of timber on Adgere

| Saturday afternoon, sustal paln- | Note
pea injuries about.the fade. i

the editorial _Statt Peiron “9 aint one, 686 Sm

ahs AY ta ¥ 4 Fae ee Sah ae Ns
a Presid tof -Barnwett
y oma cmt the sur eoumty. was among the visitors St] condition i Se ee a!
ane bing at &-0'¢ m the aft ami. yeseraay. ce s. writing a | sions on the side of his
ee ‘ ee ke fee Of articles op South Carouns | —sout the nose. ;
te. for, ae ane bee gr ” the are i a itera)
Fon or several wee r. Ryan Aldewan O’Rburke will be ie sae |
_ Caroling over 30 years! aidate tic the office of “pro! No need tome
tem at the meeting of cit;
le
|

next month, when various
be filled by Weetion and ap
with the con\irmation of
ipal body.

es I oeieeeteaietn atm aenaensinae
| ooo GAP IN DEATH Row.
 iekonston of, Young allan Leaves
~~ Vacant.

Oentning, hee Dec: 1¢6,——Mattee
ath Italfan convicted
his sister, mother and niece

Pians are niaking for the

sion of the: ‘present ¥o

Christian association

King street into stores

ments upoy, the delivery of the ee ae oan
» to, syndicate which bought. a a ae \

Jast weok, as soon as the tlom iss gy. 4

mov’s into its new home on™ Roe \

cet next month. The Nes ~y or.

investors ts to make two sterem @

the first floor and four apar 4

each of the upper foora... The.

ine wae bought for $40,035 <

recent sale. ‘ae
ot. A. Freed, Cie ef the

eran church. The cere- LOSSHTOOTOGOCS

teal performed at the oe wereon:
‘a quiet one. The groom? ~Smpty Stocking F
S onenenenninteetie alias  Dreav iousiy agknowledsed Re 3

iiyn in 1911, paid the penalty
in the electric thair at Sing
' Sabet a . es 1 this morning. The execu:
ee gates. pikes wage ong tion oa a vacant oell in the death
Sey sa house for the first time since the in
ecarceration there of Charles Becket

and the four gunmen,

afternoon

di eects Williams Candy | Po, ¢sesegseser eee
a Wate Hampton Chapter Mects. | Cash... - oc sess. <<:
“emrytod—vwilt+ dts: das. A. ~bhetlitei 5

aid
on the afternpon of December | i cg onan tate
the J. M. C. A. building, when! | ‘Tot i i | ee Rome: |

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‘George Denison, Convicted
Of Murder, Gave Life
| In Public Square

eh Nearly a century ago 95 years to
2" tpe exact, March 19, 1833, George
7 Denison, aged 27 years, was hung in
Norwich, paying the penalty for the
murder of one Reuben Gregory, who
resided in or near Columbus. In-
iensely dramatic. the hanging was
gai ieee hy: witnessed by a crowd estimated to
“ nuniber 12,000 people. The hanging
of Denisen was the first in this sec-
tion of the couniry, and according to
newspaper accounts people started
arriving in Norwich to witness the
event twenty-four hours before the
scheduled hour. .

The swift striking of justice in
this country 95 years ago as com-
pared to the present speed of the law
is easily compared with that crime.
Denison is alleged to have committed
the murder on the night of Septem-
ber 30, 1832, and five and a halt
months later he paid the supreme
penalty with his life. The crime was
—<-Jecommitted while Denison was under
S{the influence of “ardent spirits.” Ele
lett his work in New Berlin on Sep-
tember 29, 1832, journeying towards
‘Columbus to visit his wife and two
children. Stopping at several tav-
erns along the way he was soon un-
-}tder the influenco of intoxicating
: “drinks.

-feommiuie the sentence from hanging
so lire imprisonment and Denison
"went to the seaffold, content in his
own mind that he was not guilty of
premeditated murder and would
“+ not have committed the crime if he
“< had been sober.
=: Rather elaborate ceremonies
marked the hanging of the man. Just
: previous to his death he read a last
Mmessagq to the vast audience as-
‘sembled. Newspaper descriptions,
,taken from the “Anti-Masonic Tele-
.graph,"’ the paper of that day in this
,county, tells of the sobbing of women
iwhile hundreds of the thousands
}gathered to view the hanging fainted.
z, Completing his last words to the
;public Denison said: “I have said it,
a'and I now say it again that Iam not

“‘one of my fellow beings.
‘done. Farewell. I freely forgive ail

Appeals to the governor failed to.

‘guilty of wilfully taking the life ot |)
I have},

2 DENISON, George, white, 27, hanged Norwich, Ne Ye, on March 19, 1833,

LOLA REE EAE EB GES Ts Se hai Bot

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ve] ~ “On Tuesday, pursuant to his sen-

Jin the public square. eis

-|men, the sheriff and some other offl-

The newspaper, tollowing the exe- q-
cution, described it as follows: ;

tence, George Denison was exe- .
cuted in this place for the murder of |
iReuben Gregory. The evening pre-
jYious the people began to pour into
liebe) village from all quarters and
j Continued to do so until 12 o’clock
}(mi.) on Tuesday, on which day for
‘several hours the public square and —
fll the reads and by-paths leading to
it seemed to be one living, human
Inass. The crowd of persons to fet
to the jail was great, but the mili-
tary, under the command of Colonel
Ilughston, performed their duty cor-
rectly and promptly. iP oops
“At about half past 11 o’clock the |[.%:
prisoner, robed in white, was @on-)| |
ducted from his cell by Sheritf :
Franklin and his two deputies to a|
Sleigh drawn by two horses and in!

stationed within a few Teet of the

him to his place of execution. In
this sleigh he took his seat wilfully
and cven cheerfully by the side of
his coftin. Near him and in the same
vehicle sat My, Brown, deputy sher-
iff and jailer. The procession, under
the escort and protection of the mili-
tary, moved to the place of execution

“Arriving at the foot of the gal-
lows, the prisoner sprang from the
sleigh unaided, and = firmly he
ascended the gallows and took his |p j2.0 °°
seat on the bench, his feet resting: ee
on the fatal drop. On his right sat! 2 aN
Deputy Sheriff Brown and on his lert
Deputy Sheriff Perkins. On an ad-
joining scalfold were several clergy-

clals,

“An cloquent and highly appro-
priate prayer was made by Rev. Mr.
Sprague of Sherburne, after whieh
the prisoner rose and standing o1
the fatal drop read his lest address
to the public. He was firm and hed
the greatest self-command througrh-
out. Concluding he again took hi:
seat.

“Following him addresses were
made by Elder Swan and Rev. Mr.
Brogue of this village, Rev. Mr.
Sprague of Shernurne, Rey. Mr.
Birdsall of Coventry. The speakers
dwelt with earnestness on the per-
nicious and fatal effects caused by
the use of ardent spirits, an example
of which they called upon the as-
sembled crowd to witness before
them. During the addres of one of
the clergymen the prisoner asked for
a quid of tobacco and coolly put it
into his mouth.

“After the conclusion of the ad-
dresses, the sheriff adjusted the rope
about Denison’s neck, fastened it to
the hook above, drew the cap over
his face and took leave of him by a
shake of the hand. A prayer of 20
minutes’ duration was given by the
Rev. Mr. Brogue, atter which the ill-
fated Denison paid the penvlty af thay

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which was his coffin, which had been |p!

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By LARRY REED tle more than a frontier set- “spirits” in his Town of and a half's deliberation reo |
orest Direau Chief slement, Columbus tavern, monte with a verdict +.
uilty.
Noryich—The hanging of Today a murder trial would But, shooting from the door *".% . Rts :
Grace ea for murder in run for weeks. into the dim, candlelighted One of Cook's associates has oe Pts
Ted of the “hig™ In January, 1833, Denison, room, Dennison had mistaken opened the deiense.  ‘i:¢
teak whos na County in a twoedaye trial, was cons the son for the father, newspaper reports an interct-
i aT ys victed of the murder of Reus This was only some 40 years ing sidelight which occurred
“ rc Stoest, ‘crn and only ben Gregory and sentenced to after the first settlers estab- during the remarks of this as-
; fheivchlly hgg-syera Nd” Lang, lished the community of Nor-  sociate, S. S. Randail:
ditties rae - Tue circumstantial evidence wich. Along the Canasawacta “In the midst of his re-

showed that Denison ned shot Creek in what now is a resi- marks an alarm was raise
li-vear-otd) Gregory with a dential avea, there Was a tane that the galleries of the
mu//le ioading musket strik- nery, a rope Walk and a grist- church were breaking down.

M ing aim at least 60 times with mill, powered by the waters “A seene of confusion ‘ol-

eae hi three sizes of shot. from the creek. Jowed which, for a few min-

4 rae . utes, Was truly alarming. A

BESS “f In addition to revealing this The charge was intended for The Chenango Canal, which feneral rush was made to the
RES a Soe a eee almost lost cvent in the hise Reuben's father, Hamlin Greg- since has been constructed.

doors and windows, befere
which a dense mass of people

wy f. ~ tucy of a

ea, Ule secounts ory, who, in modern slang, served its purpose and has

sive a picture of the times and had “shut off” Denison, re- been abandoned, was in the were struggling to get out. | Sa
people Wiea Norwich was lite fused to serve him. more talking stage then. Travel was s
: by horse, farm work done by “The galleries however re-
F oxen, butter sold in firkins mained firm, and the pcople :
. (smal wenden casks), and. Were at length induced to re-
‘ : iHumination was by candles turn to their seats,
Renta and —— a * Pati Denison was sentenced to .
fome 50 years hetore Clete one hanted until: dead .on
aes ; : city-came to Norwich, March 19. i
be Roe ; Yet thousands of persons = ce pears
| 3 A s ‘heard about the conviction of 75 Aa in wi h ‘the condemned
| reais etek / * 3 : hand for Pectacle with the condemned |
ote Sy ; peiagitate tion bbe cod, man acting Ais part to the }
ig eG RAnA NE. end, :
nt ; The trial took place on Jan The report. read. '
Sy : . { 21 and 22 in the Presbyterian “The evening previous
“ae 3 Church, which no longer ex- people began to pour it i
Ly y ists. The present courthouse vijtase from all quarters. |
: , had not yet been built. | continued to do so durmng the |
ve i Denison was_ tried before whole night and until a! |
: : = Circuit Judge Robert Monell, 42 o'clock, (M.,) on Tuesaac, |
four associate judges and a on Which day for severai i
| f jury of 12 men. hours the public squire and
acs | y-patnas
| : At the trial, Denison said, Jeading Miia inthe ie | s
7 “the whole transaction seems 6) living, moving mass of | 2
more like a dream to me than human. beings.”
anything else,” but later at The spectacle took about | :
. the gallows he admitted the two jours. | , a
“ crime, , :
- : “At about half past 11 | :
Although the trial was o'clock the prisoner, robed in ,
short, defense attorney Abial white, was conducted from hi. |
. Cook's plea to the jury for cell by Sheriff A. A. Franklin ;
: mercy was long. and his deputies,” to a sleich wee eR
Ghiecie He said in part: in which he “took his seat, j
. Wes “Gentlemen, I have done. willingly and even cheerfully | 5 :
F Into your hands I commit this to all appearances, by the side |
*s - life—the remaining hopes of of his coffin.” Bry Peet . “
et re this unfortunate man. Should / I yi Taree nr
2 ina your verdiet unfold to him the The scaffolding and gallows |
doors of the dark chamber of had been constructed in thie : :
death, I lay my hand upon my eg a hg: cri is Auburn |
j mouth in submissive silence:— - and King streets, and there | .
L i Seiwa eed ABER “hoping that conscience will Was a second scaffolding ina
—Sunday Press Photo, not stand as my accuser, for yearty for the clergy and f
HANGING SITE—A children’s play yard now occu- not performing those things isnitaries.  -
2 Ss . las . which my ability has not per- This site probably was |
pies the site believed to be that at which George mitted. Picked because of the amphi- ;
; i i theatre-like hills to the north ; "ae
Denison was hanged for murder in March, 1833, in “May the Almighty so dis: and eset The ethe nor Car
Norwich, , , Pose your understandings, that picture the scores of sleighs
: ee" your deliberations shall bring and _ bobsleds drawn up -and
Fae BANG AM 4 diy bat Sag a Ben . forth a verdict pragner in ai intermingled with a mass of :
Se es aor or ake Ea ccten eure a etme af _ ture time, when in contempla- spectators on the hillsides
tion you look back to this then probably bare of struc.
period, ‘conscience, in its vi- tures. .
brations,’ may produce no un- A .
harmonious jar in your bos- Denison borrowed a “quid” |
of. tobacco from one of the
Ome deputies, and while several
“And, as time conducts you clergymen spcke on the ef-
ently down the declivity of fects “caused by the use of
lifes hit rdent spirits,” he looked at
e—as you approach its ardent spirits,’ he looked a
.verge—may you be able to bx throng about him, but |.
look back on the path you “shed no tear,”
have trod, and behold it . - '
adorned with the monuients , In his turn, Denison icad
of your philanthropy and 4 manuscript he had prepared
when at last the solemn hour om aden eae biprens
1 me—and may that ce, va stinetly
pen be tar remote—that with heard many rods distance,
3 you the silver chord of life «+ a y ‘
shall be ioosed and the gold- He began his statement
‘ en bowl be broken—may you With, “You have assembled in
be gathered to your fathers in &reat numbers today to wit-
peace, in an old age, fully ess a scene, the like of which
ripe—‘as a shock of corn com- ever occurred in this section
4

eth. in ils season,’ of the country before, and I

“And when you have passed hope never will again till time
the final ordeal, death, and With you shall be.no more,
appear before that tribunal of “4 5
high denier resort, which is to wis ved ct aaet wha
judge the quick and the dead, yoy came out of vain curios-
‘may you hear pronounced by ity, or whether you came to
the oracle of heaven's high sympathize with the feelings
Judiciary, ‘Blessed ‘are the

; of oO} f f s
merciful, for their reward is whe te ior ie
in heaven,’” :

The eloquence of lawyer Denison ended his state-
Cook had little effect. " ment with, “I freely forgive all
men and hope to be forgiven.’

The sherif€ adjusted the
rope and “pulled the cap over
his face,” and, according to
the report in the old news.
paper, Denison stood on the
trap door while “an appropris
ate prayer of about 20 min-
utes’ duration was offered by
the Rev. Mr. Bogue, at the
close of which the ill-fated
Denison paid the Penalty of
the law which he had vio-
lated, at precisely’ half Past
one o'clock.”

The old newspaper reports
_ that the jury “after an hour

Ne died with “scarcely a
struggle” and his “body was
lowered into his coffin after
about 35 minutes.”

He left a wife and two chil-
dren, and his body was taken
to his friends in Columbus for |
burial, the report concludes,


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—_—-—

IVE MEN TO RENEW
' IN GRIM ABODE
ING 30 YEARS

o1—-Willlam Marweg,

ed of murdet, yesterday

‘ings Sing deathhouse for
Only five iuen in
have renewed their}

his grim abode.

is convicted of first de-

for the Kili Ne Ol George

‘alo pawnbroker, about
Wig econrederate in

3 electrocuted six months
yes was granted a new
is the deathhouse, he es:
le \krie County jail, and

in New York shortly
ile committing burglary. |
ected of first désrec mur- |
aeathhouse.

ON SAYS
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Jan. 31—The people of
siates are entitled to
it disposition of the Jap-
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announced in a formal

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DEATH INSTANTLY

DWIGHT CURTIS WAS RUN DOWN.

BY LA VERNE SHELDON
DRIVING AUTOMOBILE

Dwight Curtis, 74 years old, was
run down and instantly killed in the
Village of Georgetown by the car
driven by LaVerne Sheldon, postmas-
ter of North Otselic, on Friday eve-
ning: ,

The aged man becime confused, it
is believed, as he saw the ear start
for the curb of the street. Mr. Shel-
}don was in the act of parking his car,
and intended to go to the moving
pictures. Curtis ran back to the walk
and then out again, directly in front
of the car, and was thrown violently
to the ground,

Despite the fact that Sheldon suc-
cecded. in stopping in twice the’ length
of his car, the aged man was dead
when picked up, having suffered a
fractured skull, The coroner was
| called and pronounced death due to

‘|that cause, received in an accident.

No blame is attached to Mr. Shel-
don, whose car was entirely under
control and moving as slowly as it
could possibly have been. The victim
of the accident has not been‘ consid-

.ered quite competent for some time,

it is understood, ans doubtless be-
came frightened as the ear apparent-
ily was bearing down upon hin,

ITAL WAS GLYEN
AQ THE GALPIN STUDIO

The tiilowtie Gee program was well
rendered Saturday evening, January
29, at the Galpin studio: ;
Piano duet—March Processional

Leon Ringuet

Mrs. Strawn and Miss Westcott

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| Violin solo—Traumerei

Robt. Schumann
Richard Tillotson

Piano solo—Air varie Lewis
Miss Lottie Peck
Violin solo
(a) Spring song Ath >rton
(b) Chauson de Berceau  - Himser
Miss Clare Backus OY toe
Piano solo—Valse in E-flat Durand.

Miss Elizabeth Phetteplace

‘Violin duet—Maiden‘s Frayer

Badarzewska
Miss Hattie Robb and
‘Miss Lillian Robb
Piaho solo—Polish Dance '
Scharwenka
E. B. Cor
Vocal solo—Elegy Jules Massenet
Miss Grace Walbridge
Piano solo—Mountain Stream. Smith
Mrs. Mae Strawn :

| Violin ei a and Ferns

Keiser
Miss thence Peck ©
Piano solo—Berceuse from Jocelyn

Benj. Godard

Miss Pauline Westcott

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Violin solo—Coutilena Carl Bohm
Miss Ruth Carey
o—Adieu j
Genari Karganoff
Mrs. H. D, Pierce
iV iolin solo—Ave Marie
Cecil Rogers :
| Vocal solo—Barearolle from Tales of

Schubert

dl Noifman

Miss Gr

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Violin obtiss: ‘

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CHENANGO COUNTY OFFICIALS WER

N. TRUESDELL ARE NOW OUT

“D. & H. operator says burglar has
shot store keeper at Nineveh Junc-
tion and he is dead, they think, by this
time. Send sheriff at once.”

That Js the message, as received by
the operator on duty at the D., L. &
W. station in Norwich between three
and four o’clock Sunday morning,
which started Chenango county of-
ficials on the track of the perpetrat-
ors of one of the most atrocious mur-
ders in the criminal history of this
county.

Officers Responded Promptly

Under Sheriff Herkimer’ received!
the news, and immediately called
Sheriff Hovey: District Attorney
Ward N. Truesdell was reached by
telephone at his ‘home in Sherburne,
and ordered the sheriff to wait /until
he could join the party in Norwich.
Within halt an hour the district at-
torney was in the city, and both he

car for the scene of the murder,
In the meantime news had reached
Binghamton to the effect that the

county, and county cfficlals. had lett
immediately for Nineveh Junction.
The Broome county men did every-
thing in their power to assist the
Chenango county Gificials, and im-
mediately after the arrival of the lat-
ter, the entire company bent every
possible energy, rani down “every
available clue, and at noon Monday
were still at work upon the solving of
the mystery.
The following from The Morning
Sun of Monday tells. the story as giv-
en by the officials of Broome county:
“A few seconds after they had cap-
tured and shackled a yeggman they
found attempting to loot Nap general
store and postoffice at 2:30 o’clock
Sunday morning, Lewis iL. Johnson,
42, was shot to death, and his father,
George A, Johnson, 72, was clubbed
into unconsciousness, either by the
man they had just handcuffed or by
a confederate lurking in the back-
sround wo seized an opportunity io
strike back and free his pal.
Abandoning the intended robbery,
“he thug or thugs escaped unseen and
all efforts of the authorities of two
counties, Broome and Chenango, had
failed Sunday night to locate a single
clue to the murderer.

Bloodhounds brought from Oneonta
picked up a trail soon after the trag-
ady but apparently lost the Scent

Wwoen

BURGLAR ALAR SU
_ WARNING ANSWERED

LEWIS ¥. JOHNSON MURDERE D WITH GUN HE HAD USED
GUARD BURGLAR WHILE HIS PATHER WAS ’PHONING
THE RESIDENCE

and Sheriff Hovey left immediately by !

crime had been committed in Broonnxe !

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WERE PROMPTLY NOTIFIED AND

BOTH SHERIFF FRED L, HOVEY AND DISTRICT ATTORNEY WARD

ON THE CASE—NO CLUE HAS YET

BEEN FOUND—MURDERED MAN’S FATHER WAS. TERRIBLY
BEATEN BY THE MURDERER WHO ESCAPED AFTER HE HAD
BEEN HANDCUFFED—SECOND MURDER THERE IN ABOUT TEN
YEARS STARTLES THE COUNTRYSIDE ABOUT THE VILLAGE.

the heart of his son and killed bin
instantly, George Johnson, the aced
survivor of the attack, related Sunday
the few harrowing details ho conld
recall as he lay propped up in bed at
his home, a short distance from 1+)
store which he and his sons conduct

Shortly before 2:30 o’clock Sundar |
morning, he said, the burglar alarm
with which the store is equipped rang
in the bedroom of Mr. Johnson. Sin-
ultaneously it sounded in the home of
his son, Lewis. That bell had tinkled
its chilly warning i1 times before and
the Johnsons knew what it meant aw
they hastily dressed and armed tein.
selves, the father with a long barrelled
Colt revolver and the son with a sin-
gle barrelled shotgun,

Reaching the store they flashed or
the lights from an outside switch,
signed for just such an emergency,

“Hands up!” a voice cried and th:
figure of a man, leveling revolt
at them, rose from behind a cou,
inside the store.

But the Johnsons had handled yegr
vfore. They dedged 2nd at th

ame time commanded the robber +:
drop his gun.

The weapon clattered to the A ovr
and whi'e the eldes Johnson cuovore
the man with a revolver. Lewis
grabbed him and fastened a pair of
handcuffs on his wrists, commanding
him at the same time to sit down
a chair in the center of the
Then sitting on a counter, he kent
guard over. the thug with his gun
while the father went around a cou!
ter and to another corner he
store to ’phone his wife.

“We've got the man and every
thing’s all right. ?’u—.”
“Bang!” came the roar of the
gun,

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Father Is Struck Down
Mr. Johnson dropped the
and turned just as he saw }
ant coming toward him with
weapon. He dodged a blow, rea:
for his revolver, but before

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use it, another blow found ifs
Ife staggered but foul

struck the robber with his
it was an uneven contlict
Johnson sank to the floor unecon:.
Searchers atterward found wyai .
the assailant’s blows thar ?

its mark erashed throus:
dow pane next to the tele;
,Ssround ifs way deep into :
j sill, fier fiveo from ow!

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Se ccna nt { ry DIR » APY least before persons aroused in the ina Chi
si vicinity of the store had Kad time to New York, Jan. og—-The mystery af hala VM
ov—The family |The Rev. Frank Dean Gifford Believes Teach the... scene. Painfully he the Belgian cargo steamship Canno- Chenange
connection! Christians Ought to Use Same En. ,crawled to the outer part o: the store ‘yier, which was reported in distress VD 4
bree prominen: ergy in Religion as in Business and there, stretched out bebind & \ednesday and jater reported salC, the home
jcounter found the body of his SOM, wag cleared uP when the skippeT ial wel
tad

ae ting to resi Yesterday morning at Emmanuel dead. The single charge from the .eered her into port here and related prograr
y carries epom | Episcopal church the Rev. Prank Dean shotgun had riddled his breast and 2 tale of two months’ hardship, sie« that
1} Gitford preached a sermon on the literally zorn his heart to shreds, Iness and alleged mutiny. twith
necessity of putting enersy and “pep” | Tirat, pieced together, Was the Story | Five sailors were alleged to nave. ite oe
‘into the Christian life if it is to be a George Johnson told authorities. His} orused to budee fram BA
dV interests. jsuccess. recoliecuon of details was hazy andl ing to have threatened the life of the | Savioar’s
eg Dee. 22, 1920, | The reetor said in part: “Many be was unable 10 Say definitely sixth, an 1ayenr-old Frenchman, if eae
Gtnte. hospital | ChMsuans today are like the natives whether the man who attacked him 5.6 offered to take his turm at th? ing 1
; of the South Sea Islands who are so,was me same man he and his SOR .yo9}, The captain's offer to promote nett |
Hazy that they lie under a tree and captured and bound. | jim and ‘give him a punk amidships | want?
eal health maxing 1" ot for the fruit to drop in order to Only One Man is Seen | vilea to remove nip fears: oun
4 So some Christians lie down in}. The improbability of thehandcuffed|""",), pesponsibility for running tit pers
ad ‘ af . Latigsias

+
} Man mereg | ote
aired. Mr. Gross | |
:

c¢ ye
Sa Tle

rit} » (ro ; and
tibur Gross and

s

uring the preceu

treatment, Hota

lthe very shadow -hurch and mans ability. 10 overcome Lewis : . oo t
: ofthe: cea oe Jenison kill him with his own wee ship, therefore, devolved upon t2° . among 3
. Ss , { SS) yea P » P Fao) we -

ida skipper, his mate and three officers.) .4q 3

in a family of }
‘non and then turn on the elder John- uate ;
B who by this time were becoming £e3

E< prothers, chil |) dt for heaven to slrop ito
}laps.

hn and. FAizabeth | ; id :

eos } “f know a man } New York city Se” leads authorities to the ‘belie : — eae

born jn the town {.., man in New York city : a . : ~ tweary. During a storm on Wedneseay he ton

Poy. <c¥n 1850 nis lwho never utters a prayer except that more than one man was impli- aa «anon went aecd ) Th et

is rhe. Ad mo] y . : , m .

‘ |when he asks God to damn somebody, cated in the tragedy. They are prac: | pattie call ies <scatage: pee ft

ny rf ‘ : * Spyere 43085 | shakey ae

agreed, however, of the saeory| i Geapel » U - 12

ry after many efforts managed '0|¢ eee

7

Nathan Aldrich.) .y aoe 5; ;

the farm where {who never lifts his finger to do any tically
ie) re farm wa VO rea agi ‘ ° aa © f

iChristian work, and yet has tn los- that one man accomplished the two ;

i yet gs the Omlos:: lsend the distress message which, 0:

3, and be grew tO {.o) j .
‘ sal impudence to go about saying that

ie is just as good a Christian as any- or a confederate who surprised the

10 1860 salen, | " +4 : : . TOES ) \ » 5 | og 2 5 > ra
boos . a aieks - ‘one. Would you agree with him? son from behind and shot him before | s4rblea on its ged ee aaed 1] Lt
han Margaret “A : ; : ale : rever sto F 1, aay é
: bes oe Dae | A certain woman said to me not he could make a move. . | oe wn i a Lanes amd they ‘game Serv
a lanes Pa a long ago, ‘Yes, I was baptized and con- |, The gon’s body was found by the i ee engines e shai . le for’ rf 7 fe ‘
avs was the farm |qrmed in the church but I don’t often father behind a counter, whereas {Pegan 10 make DrOsress, a {
time in 24 hours. [call to 16

hen he left him to go the ’phone, he|

attacks, whether it was the prisoner |° : ; } oy B
;aecount of weather conditions, W2S}oyer reco

hair V7 : ¢
tif {T OiAtin- 9 th or apt

by Mrs. Fred tl.) eer to church now. No, I don’t do any W

ney moved to Mil-| Christian work. You see I don’t be- Was, sitting on the edge, facing the —_— OOO of the
ney bought a farm |jieve one ought to fuss much or work Prisoner in the chair. | oy . pie lend: the

neined until 1901,) much at their religion.’ | he belief that more ‘than one rob- HOBOKEN ROTEL BURNS: he gelive

nd returned to | “What in God’s name would a man ber was involved is strengthened by HTD UE ay Ao call t
Scand cil) enor: ay is . " , ‘ ;' ? .
}
'

9
nieh they filted UDjously to serve his Master and who (that, he. is: positive the man he and!" ° WT rl One 1s
cintained a pleas:|urged men Yo ‘work out their. salva- is’ son captured is one of three men) ~ LIVES MS A KREGUUL bis
sane sick

se there until the }uon’ say to such foolish twaddle? who were:in. his store a. week or 10,

‘ nA ayesy¢ os P : y |
ss, which. occurre What would St. John, who wrote days ago.
which Mr. Gross jto the Laodiceans that because they Two Pair of Gieves Found persons were burned to

j 2} fey rowayrny 4 = it? -. @ sity ‘i § a ; we
wade his home|were lukewarm God would spue them Another supporting clue» to this }Gunday in a fire which destroyed the; She

ccopt: for the few out of His mouth, say to those who is

Hoboken, N. J, Jan. a1—twelve | bu’

theory * the fact that a pair of Over tyz5tel Colonial here. four others were!aud bh
alls, a pal of leather gloves; and also

i e
above. iso cheerfully admit their lazy indit-
a vat) “Ape Sial 9 c < ai 2 j rer 4 q hi Vv . ‘ 2 ah 4 yi } }
nd three sons Wel ference? , i pair age we repaint where it was reported that they prob- | herald
13 » ; yroor truders.. ‘ities . ay \ +
ie intmider or intruders.. Aw rorities | pry would not recover. ita bo

Vins, Cross, Jennie “What would Theoddre Roosevelt,
infaney. Tenry was |who prayed, preached and lived the
Goneganisiet while | strenuous Christian life of service to

are puzzled as to whether the . two
airs of gloves meant the presence of
two burglars or whether they were

morgue
idenlify the bodies of the

ri¥ LOL 3

+ ate oarty tone TOL
deailr eamy, Gne to.

brdly burned and taken to @ hospital }irth oi

“A stream of persons Wis at the the wo!
all day Sunday trying to Jils we
Victhums.ithe ca

his brother, Lewis, |God and man, say to those so-cé Hed
from the water py | Christians who never utter a prayer owned by simply the one a Phey met with only partial success, john.
ewis went with his jor lift a hand to spread the kingdom Mr, Johnson was able to give only |), wever, although police said jewelry ea Tl

a sketchy description of the man. they) ang other articles on the ¢hn red’ i res]

where he died Dec, ;of God?

1 6 . ‘ . . 7 : x . i. r ib: j mS .
oe was a successful | Just as sure as hard work is found at work. He described hem. 43 }padies would probably lead to discov | left
sod member of the {necessary to any oak auedea, woin CUED 25 and 30 years of age, »

reet, 6 or 7 inches tall, weighing be-

| Jo, .
he time of his deata ‘the Christian life zeal, energy, will-
tween 135 and 140 pounds, of medium

.

The body of b. G. carder, Brook-laynd
lyn, was identified last night by his’

\5 , or “¢ ,
one sister, Mrs. Geo. ;hsness to do one’s very best is abso-
Inte . ts, ' i reari Ce : ¥ bai ; oe
raw. and one brother, ilutely essential. ey Ser hehe = Me he wife after a friend had declared pete 7)
: The father aiso elieves that he) .ona) effects found on the body bes ai J

sss of this place, no- “The great question is not how | ;

4 ‘ } : , J : : r 3 ; ; 6 ; | ,

jeath appears below, ‘much show ot piety.you make or how dene me —— bans attacked ome {tonsed to Mr. Snyder. A woman WHO repay
e swung his revolver severa’ Wine twas with him had: not been idenuhea yiy

ery of relatives of all those burned. of jhe

« held Dee. 27 froma lofien you oceupy a seat in chureh, bt
»9UL + Crore succumbing to the blows of
— a, {last night. In the corridor of ONC 4-, ge

one! of which he wan {are you minded to work at your re- : ca :

tho Rev. A. R. Breseg | lision, are you doing your honest best the thug and is eacaeoes het Ome . !rgom a man’s body was found, Which, spa

ce for the dead. The | ‘them took effect. Tes crue. also IS ater was identified as that of Frank ic be:

Mart J. Gross, T. Ray-| At the,10:45 a. m. service in Em-

Surton C. Beach, Wie manuel church ‘Sunday “F. ecnard 2 2 enceial - Sehumacher, 42, Jersey City, Was. .9

nephews of Mr. Gross. | Burchard of the firm of Burchard and | Failure. 0 get through a "phone ) round in the room, and no hope ee

vivan Lawn cemetery. i Gillespie, one .of the vest of the onlaaonidid ‘made - nerenes ts Sunday |yorq out for her recovery. _Anotner

Wilbur Gross. church and chairman of the parish mexnone ‘shortly after 3 o'clock to woman, who refused to give her name,
campaign committee, made an in- telegraph. Sheriff Moves at Norwich 1M} juentitied the body of her companion,

order to notify Chenanso county @t-| yo was burned to death, as William

bur Gross diced at his
rs itn “ |teresting address io the large congre
DC at OF oO i) yr Olt id D . large congre- ¢ “ ‘
Fe in iithess of wix| So" on the financial side of ihe ——, Undes Short ene of, Jersey Cily. She escaped! ,
ae eae unexplained CO ~ [ehureh. He explained the 1921 budget took. ihe message and immediately unharmed. ita 6
adopted by the vestry committee and notified his chicf,, who with District Register Destroyed how
Attorney Truesdell of Sherburne and ‘ane body of Nliss) Daisy Grey, 7. WeTt

brain Which caused in: sh 1 a A
snowec y fig ures that this co
: 5uUTES ‘ 5 uld age a
other officials, hastened there to be- | 4 ; i . oe ~
ot Jersey City, wis identified as Was

o vw rapid physical de-| oo. . nate
osa was the youngest bern be raised by an average con- gin an investigation
of Ave sisters and nine | tribution of only filly cents each week ° Jan T lithe body of Miss lester Peterson, 0 ©
‘ae sail bh 1 . Joh * , {fox each subscriber, p Word Sent to Binghamton lot Brooklyn. The register was buch-
ren of the late Jobn an ah Later in the morning word of the ‘te Saco ieee sedi
: — occurrence filtered through to Bing ed to a crisp, and there was No menns
. ° : ad S-\of learning’ the names ol the vieiims

drich) Gross ‘and Wa

Lt

: i On Sunday after ree
che farm now owned by | ; moncay Salil sit January 39, pamton, the first report being that the, ne pare” sis
a” Me , oe committees of men :visited every fam-: mg ae elms: at runtil they were identified by friends.
ross Jan. 14, 1854, antiny © ae 4 : shooting took place at Nineveh, which | : 6s
there until his marriage ily connected with Emmanuel Episco- i; in Broome county Sherifl George | One woman in the hospitas has ne!
4g Pollic, daughter of ee chureh to secure pledges of serv- a Poriate elas ot hee eieathus been identified, but the two men
oy. ee ahh cen lice for the work of ithe parish anc ee at ea j/ 3 there were found to be Jesia Rider of
y and Huldah (Spafford) | opiain subscription: . to p Cronin, Chief of Detectives Loren . : .
ir home except car eae obtuin subseriptions on the weekly yr Rummer Detective Abels naa Jersey City, and Richard Dierksen, a
a \ - hWhaeie wet hn a ~ i . a ’ m P S r e wanes i - -_ , . :
n Greene village was on fo for the support of the church peputy United States Marshal Van dish washer, who lived at the fee
. ts . aie ‘ P s : . 4 ‘S Ri Ss . ron . 7 . , .
farm until the death of and its missionary and charitable yajxenburg left at 10 aoek tae ‘Ke: Dierksen, it was, said at the hosplial,
which occurred Oct. 18 work. The campaign committee im scene and aided ‘Chenango county of shad lost his reasb™
: ‘}charge cf this every member canvass Antath n° funning femal all hice | Bernard M. MeFeely, director ot
= - . eiiataael of Messrs. F. Leonard Bur-' gyaj ——, €S i publie safety in Hoboken, hes orcered
sere porn to them, Jobn | ehard, Homer : available, and at the same time notl-) bee ae >
5 yesided in the town oth’ iard, Homer H. Higley and Archie fying as fast as limited communica ‘two investigations; one by the police
resiae > \ ‘ ) Nihthe . r FS e S , é y ‘ "Le \ P ti ‘
died ther AU o4 nt bal Gibbs. Most encouraging results ston’ fudiiities would permit the i linto the manner MW Waien the hetes
‘ @ AUS. ot. ‘ sag = fa ba. : re - ti8 J 7 ‘ ¢ + ~ , rs :
ne? oe rere "jy were secured and although it 1s too Tiapiane ot surrounding territory aU-lwas being conducted, and the other
, a , whe and Hves arly anno . ° : : : . . surro o . . Wa {is yen t <oy4
Faison farm Mr Grol ic hid annount: the final report, 1t! A motor propelled handear on the by tie fire deparimont ww dei rity
rariy. ‘ is believed that this united effort has p, & H. was put into service to notify fee the fire starive.
: : ‘YY! According to a suitement by 4

ea ¢f
Ming J.osee) Vromen ave Pee
_ r ( ‘ » pont met With surprising success. eaily : . ; \
Tan. 20, 1903, and they at i railroad stations for some distance layoip the nigh fort
; Sah os nhnipos re: 7 ; ‘ ' i als Vey at SIOVE, oak.
yp their residence on ae | 1¥e8 . around tere, in a f¢ est's 2 - ' i.
f ote tek et mn ina leant’ . nha guest's room, but Che mt
, has since been ineis (EH ' It was leaimed that @ lunch’ room, ;,,, ah: time i ‘ a
it she WAX : : at > , Lis belioved
ef is eT ae ee ye py the Johnson's store, was. ” toe 1 —_
had left a dishted emar or

' Lifer

0 ere ee ek. hay ;
orl & ran We ‘+i 2:80 o'clock Sunday morns {cy oyy '
tapip

for God, your neighbor and yourself?” ) lized seheth
eing , ici Soul fi
ing utilized by officials IM MET) Togan, 36, Hoboken. Mrs. Mary gertal

Ci ins 4

DENNY, George, white, 18, hanged at Carmel, Putnam Co., Ne Ye, on July 26, 18h).

"George Denny, aged 18, of Philipstown, was the first person to pay the death penalty
for murder in Putnam County. He was found guilty on his second trial on May 31, 18))),
of shooting and killing Abrbham Wanzer, aged 80, on October 10, 183, at a log cabin
house in which Wanzer lived up a lane from the Carmel-Cold Spring Road in Philipstow,
te was hanged in a specially constructed gallows at the rear of the court house on
July 26, 184. Denny, according to historical accounts, was brought from the jail

on the morning of the execution, the noose placed around his neck and marched a
short distance down the main street and then returned to the court house, where he
sat on his coffin while the local Methodist minister preached his funeral sermone
He was then taken to the gallows and hanged, A crowd of ),000 people gathered for
the hangings Denny's body was placed in the coffin and put in a long wagon and,
with his relatives sitting next to the coffin, they drove out ‘est Street and re-
turned over the hills across the county to Philipstown."

Putnam County, New York, COURIER, September, 1952, page ones

Hanging of Geoege Denny, P ge 2
from the Putnam Coujjty Courier

Next in order came the holding of the funeral
service. From a YERSATRSAT secluded spot in the
court house was brought Denny's coffin, an old
fashioned hexagon shaped affair. This was placed

on the porch and Denny, with the noose about his
neck, sat down on it. John Sloat, a local mRxxx
skankx Methodist preacher, one of the three
preachers who were on the circuit at the time, took
his place and dembienned the
service, preaching ang extended funeral sermon, It
was said that several hymns were also sunge

“TAKEN TO THE GALLOWS
At the conclusion of this service, Denny was

taken to the court yard at the rear of the court
house and inside of the high fence where the gallows
were located. Certain officials, lawyers. doce
tors and a few others were admitted inside the

fence to witness the execution. The crowd of

people flocked to the rear also an#xk and those who
were able climbed up irpearby trees while others not
endowed with the bouaNcy of youth took advantage of
the cracks between the boards of the fence in an
effort to witness the hanging. A few, who did not
care to see the tragic end, remained in front but
eagerly listened for the sound of the creaking of

the woodwork of the gallows.

f

ThE HANGING OF GEORGE DENNY

IB PUTNAM COUNTY IN L888

4 REKERKEKHEEKKEKKKEEKKKEKRKEKHKKKMKM KAKA

* taken from an old proof of the Putnam County
Courier since the exact date of publication of
the story is not known at this time ~~-12/8/73 D. JEVELL

Execution Day Arrives

When the time arrived for the beginning of the
tragic event, Denny, under guard of the officers was
brought from his cell. As the youthful lad of 18
years stepped out on the porch, all eyes were foe
cused on him, necks were stretched to their limit
and elevated locations were at a premium, Many a
sigh was heard from women who were in attendance
while it is said some nearly fainted,
The ceremonies, whth began in the morning, accord-
ing to the information gathered, continued until
late in the afternoon being concluded with the
hanging,

DENNY PARADES WITH ROPE ABOUT HIS HECK
Shortly after Denny reached the porch, the rope
with which he was to be hung, was produced, being
easily distinguished by the noose at one end. The
old residents state that the noose was Placed about
huis neck, the sheriff or deputy holding the other
end and accompanied by the crowd of onlookers, he
paraded down thé village street some distance and

back to the court house porch,

Hanging of George Denny Page 3

Sheriff Smith became quite attached to Denny curing
his stay in jail and some weeks previous to the
day set for the hanging, said he could not ex=
ecute the boy and having authority to
deputize the undersheriff informed Taulor he would
have to perform the execution, Taylor replied,
"Don't worry, it won't be any trouble for me to
hang him."
when the time for the execution did arrive Under-
sheriff Taylor proved to be a man of his word and
carried out the hanging without difficulty, thus
ending the life of Putnam's first murderer.
MANM PAINT AT HANGING

When the rope was cut and the body «f the boy want
up several of te men and women present fainted, be-
ing overcome by this gruesome sight. This was
attributed in part ‘nm weakness on the part of the
men, whoh d spent the night there without sleep ain
and the long fasting since leaving their homes the
day previous.

Denny's body wag exabined by the doctors and when
pronounced dead, it was piaxmsix placed in his
coffin and the cover nailed down.

RELATIVES TAKE the BoDY

Denny's relatives, most of whom lived.in a come~

munity in PHilipstowneane over to the execution

HANGING OF GEORGE DENNY Page 4

in a big wagon, It contained only the driver's
seat, and the members of the fanilysat in the
wagon body.

After the execution and preparation of Denny's
body for removal, the coffin was placed in the
Denny wagon, the relatives sat down on it and
they proceesied out West street on their return to
their homes in Dennytown, where Denny's body was

buried in a cemetery.

People around the court house watched the wagon until

it passed out of sight over the knoll of Raymond Hill,

expreseeions of sympathy for the bereaved rela-
tives being heard in every direction.

THE LRSSON TAUGHT

With the concluding of the execution people re-
turned to their homes, Those coming from the
neighboring places gathered their families to-

gethexjand wagon loads could be seen leaving the
village over almost every road that branched

out iu poartie directions. A great day in Put-e
nam county, long to be remembered, was fast pass~
ing into eternity as the sun set behind the hills,
but an impression had been made on the minds of
the people which was lasting, the terrible con-

sequence wijich was to come to those who go astray

had been demonstrated and was to provide a lesson


you thinking about the sound of Serio’s
body as it splashed in the pond?”

‘The man’s face turned an ashy white.
“You. guys got something all wrong.
I had nothingto do with Serio's death!”

Klenk had been wandering about the
attic and now‘stopped before a square
of wallpaper that was noticeably clean-
er than the rest. With one quick, strong
movement, he ripped off the lighter
square. DiChristofaro’s face assumed an
even paler hue and he clenched his
teeth.

“Those holes wouldn’t have been made
by bullets, would they, Chris? Of course
you don’t own a gun!” Klenk said
sarcastically.

The frightened man. refused to say
anything beyond a flat denial that he:
had anything to do with Serio’s death.

The detectives searched the attic
rooms thoroughly and then-went to the
floor below. In the second drawer of
what was obviously DiChristofaro’s bu-
reau, they found a box of .32 calibre
shells.

“They're not mine!” Chris blubbered.
“I... I found them!”

“Tell that to the judge!” Klenk said
harshly. “You're coming to headquar-
ters.”

ERE, at 3 a.m. on July 3, it was
a simple matter to break down the
frightened man’s resistance. At first, he
denied everything. But, when confront-
ed with Ars’ story, his panic changed
to anger against his former prison-mate.
“He’s a liar!” he said viciously. :
After another hour of grilling, Di-
Christofaro finally hung his head and
sobbed. “All right,” he confessed. “I
did it, I shot Serio and hit him over
the head with a hammer. I wrapped
him up in-the rugs and dumped him
in the pond. But I did it because he
was too interested in my wife.”
Continuing, he said he had thrown

“the hammer and gun in the pond and

had disposed of the rugs in the creek.
When questioned about Serio’s car, he
refused to say any more. “Ain't it*
encugh I confessed?” he said wearily,

want you fellows to check every angle
of Butterfield’s alibi. Question farmers
alcng the road who might have seen his
truck pass and remember the exact ,
time.”

“Coroner Noland: and Doctor Wolfe
both agree that the victim died at about

* four o'clock,” Coale propounded slowly.

“Jf Butterfield did actually leave his
home at three-thirty, as he said, then:
he’s in the clear. It's unlikely that the
time of death would be that much in
error.”

The men glanced at each other but
nobody offered a way around that solid
fact. :

Wienche got to his feet. “I'm going
to locate this Robert Golden and see
what he knows.” ;

OLDEN wasn't hard to find—Wie-

nehe discovered him at his home
just outside Taylorville. He was a short,
interesting-faced man and _ plainly. dis-
turbed over a visit by the sheriff. “Sure
1 was engaged to Zelma,” he admitted.
“But. she fell for this Butterfreld guy.
Den't think I killed. her. There's. plenty
of other’ women in the world ‘besides«:
her.” After a moment, he added: “There
were. other guys who liked Zelma too.
you know.” He rattled off several names
that were already listed in thé sheriff's
notebook. ; Land

i at a a td al toed ace

“Jf Arns had kept his mouth shut, this
wouldn’t have happened!”

The next morning District Attorney
Leo J. Hagerty placed a first-degree
murder charge against DiChristofaro and
ordered John Arns’held as a material
witness in $10,000 bail. Mrs. DiChristo-
faro was, of course, not involved.

Arns attempted to: sell some property
to raise the $10,000, and DiChristofaro
was angered at the thought of the
other man’s freedom. When questioned
again at the District Attorney’s office,
he made threats about “blowing the case
sky high” when he had a chance to
talk in court. Goaded beyond endurance
at the thqught of taking the rap alone,
he changed -his original confession arid
made a 21-page statement to George
Fox, official stenographer. :

“Serio refused to go ahead with the
deal,” he stated, “after he had: agreed
to report his car stolen and then let
us sell it. He came to my house: the
night of June 10 to tell me, and we
got in an argument. I got. sore at him

_ and fired a couple of shots. They didn’t

kill him, so I hit him over the head
with a hammer.

“But wait’ll I tell all I know about
Arns,” he added savagely. “He: thinks
he'll go free, does he?”

N the morning of July 7, 1946,

Detective John Foy of the Homi-
cide Squad escorted the handcuffed Sal-
vatore DiChristofaro to the Delaware
Avenue Jail for incarceration.

He was indicted on October 23rd by
the Erie County grand jury on charges
of first degree murder and first degree
grand larceny. The latter true bill, hand-
ed. up in connection with the theft of
the car owned by Serio, was also re-
turned against John P. Arns, who re-
mained in jail, unable to get bail.

When a ‘curious ‘detective asked Di-
Christofaro what he thought his chances
were, the man’s. answer was a shake of
his head and an almost imperceptible
shrug of his shoulders, The memory of
the splash in the quarry pond was not
reassuring.

Wienehe nodded. ‘Then how about
your alibi? Where. were --you Sunday
afternoon at about four o'clock?”

Golden answered quickly: “I was
hunting way over in Sangamon, County
with Jack Schneider . . . " His voice
trailed off, then he added with a nervous
grin: “You'll: have to wait to check
that. Schneider drove into Chicago with
my coupe and won't be back for a few
days.” ;

Wienehe decided that Golden was
speaking the truth. He left the ftman
with a crisp reminder that he was un-
der suspicion and not to take any long
trips himself.

He drove away in the direction of the
Wicker farm, still pondering over this
last. interview. Had, Zélma’s old love
for Golden warmed 1 and had. she been
meeting him secretly? If. so—and she
had abruptly refused to run off with
him—there lay a-motive for the mur-
der, one feature which this case still
lacked.

Proceeding on this theory he started
to canvas farmhouses in the vicinity
of the Wicker fatm. The people were
cordial and expressed a willingness to
help, but there was little they’ could
offer. From house to housé he heard
the ‘same story: “Zelma/wasya good
girl . . . devoted to her: hiasband and!

Pk oe pele pte

Re:

ye, “ ae

William Nickel who looted the Mergenthaler Linotype

Company. of $734,000, signs his prints at headquarters.

child.” Not a hint of scandal could he
unearth. .

It was from a talkative boy, trudging
along the road, that he picked up what
appeared to -be his first solid lead.
“There was a car parked near Mr.
Wicker’s farm Friday night,” the boy
revealed eagerly. ‘It stayed on the same
spot for more than an hour. Do you
think he killed Zelma?”

Sheriff Wienehe studied the boy in-
tently, decided at last that he was not
just telling a wild sory. He asked:
“Then it was a man in the car?”

The lad ‘looked uncertain. “I guess
it cculd have been a man or a woman.
I was watching the nifty ‘radiator cap.
It had one of those long squirrel tails
tied on it.” , :

“What year car was it? What make?”
Wienehe probed.

The boy shrugged. “It was a. coupe
—that's all I know—and that nifty radi-
ator cap.”

Sheriff Wienehe ‘saw that that was as
muchas he could learn from the boy.
But it was plenty, he decided, as_ he
headed his car back to Taylorville. Gol-
den had admitted owning a coupe. He
could have been the one in the mys-

_ terious parked coupe.

T WAS mid-afternoon and Deputies ~

Dureen and’ Ludwick were waiting
at his office when he arrived.

_-with a seajed govertior that regulates

“Looks like we can scratch off Hollis
Butterfield as a suspect,” Ludwick an-
nounced. He explained tersely what they
had accomplished. The day being a Sun-
day, few farmers had been in their fields
and none cculd be found who had seen
Butterfield’s truck enroute to the Wash-
burne farm. Fortunately Zenith Wash-
burne remembered checking his watch
at the time Hcllis had arrived at his
place. It had been just five minutes after
four o'clock.

They had then retraced the route back
to Wicker’s farm, driving at a speed
of thirty miles an hour. “The trip took
us exactly thirty-two minutes.” said
Ludwick. “’That checks with Butterfield’s
story that he left the farm at three-
thirty.”

Wienehe stared at the deputies, puz-
zied. “So what? You drove at thirty.
If Hollis drove at sixty miles an hour
he’d make the same trip in sixteen min-
utes and still have time ‘to commit the
murder.”

“That's. true.” Dureen admitted with
a smile. “But we had a talk with a
mechanic at‘the Barnes and Oller garage
and gas station before we started out.
Hollis often trades there and brings his

‘=truck in for occasional repairs. The me-
“chanic told me about a certain clause

in Butterfield’s accident insurance policy.
His truck. is required to be equipped

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Meanwhile, the search continued for
Serio’s missing automobile. Public: ga-
rages were checked and second-hand car
dealers questioned. A description of the
vehicle appeared in the evening papers.

NE of those lulls occurred, when -

time and the investigation seemed -

to move with leaden feet. McMahon
impatiently waited for some develop-
ment that would shed light on Serio’s
death. A whole week had gone by and
they were no nearer a solution to the
mystery than on the day the body
was discovered.

Then, by a freak of circumstance
that investigators believe is Providence, .
Detective Fitzgibbons stumbled over an
important piece in the jig-saw puzzle
of Serio’s death.

He dropped into one. of the down-
town police stations to see the desk
sergeant about another matter he was
investigating. An argument was being
waged, with a couple and a patrolman
heatedly disputing some point. Fitzgib-.
bons waited until he could confer with
the sergeant on his own business. The
woman, an attractive brunette, was de-
nouncing the whole police force.

“Why should I give my name?” she
shrilled. “Do I want it dragged all over
the police courts?”

“Madam,” the desk sergeant explained a

patiently. “We can’t arrest this man
until you lodge a formal complaint

Swiftly, by intelligent police work, Det. Sgt. Klenk
helped put the pieces of ‘the murder puzzle together.

A funeral with full military honors was given to Joseph

Serio. He died because he wouldn't go crooked.

against him. To do so, you must give
us your name.”

“All I can say is, it’s a fine state.

_of affairs when a young woman can’t
get protection from the police. He was
annoying me in. the movies and I want
an example made of him!”

“Annoying you!” The man next to
the patrolman made the sound of a
rude razzberry. “Sister, you're falling
into middle age and you try to deny it
by ‘thinking everybody’s a masher.,You
took up twice the room you were en-
titled to at the show. Could I help it if
I had no place to put my knees?”

‘ The woman gasped. She looked from
‘the patrolman to the desk sergeant ap-
pealingly, but they remained silent, wait-
ing. “I never was so insulted in all my
life!” she screamed, and then, turning
quickly on high heels, flounced out of
the station.

“Okay if I leave, now the dame’s act
is over?” the man inquired. Sergeant

- Callahan nodded coldly.

The man turned and came face to
face with the waiting Fitzgibbons. His
small eyes passed quickly over the in-
vestigator before he placed his hat on
his. blond hair. Some. warning buzzer
clicked in the detective’s mind, and he
reached out a restraining hand. “Just
a. minute!” Fitzgibbons called.

The youth halted. “You ever do
time?” the detective stalled, watching
the man’s face. .

“What's it to you?” he replied angri-
ly and jerked his arm away.

Fitzgibbons flashed his badge and the
man’s attitude changed to a quiet wari-
ness. His eyes flickered from the’ de-
tective to the desk sergeant and then
back again. “No,” he said finally, be-
tween clenched teeth.

“T think you’re lying,” Fitzgibbons

said quietly. “What’s your name?”

For a moment it appeared as if the
man would refuse to answer. Then,
shrugging his shoulders, he _ replied,
“John Ams. Okay. So I did a stretch
at Attica. But you got nothin’ on me
now ‘cause I didn’t do a thing. That
dame just wanted some attention.”

“Where do you live, Johnny?” Fitz-
gibbons said softly. “And what do you
do for a living?”

“On Military Road, and I help op-
erate a pool parlor. It’s legitimate, see,
and honest. You got nothin’ on me,”
he repeated.

“Sure, Johnny, not a thing,” the de-
tective agreed. “You can go.”

As soon as Arns left. the station
house, Fitzgibbons quickly requested as-
sistance from Sergeant Callahan. “Have
somebody tail him and report to me.
Find™ out if he owns a 1942 Chevvy
coach!”

Forgetting his original business with
the sergeant, Fitzgibbons returned to
headquarters and reported the incident
to McMahon.

“Tt’s the doggondest thing, Chief, but
I'd swear Arns is the guy Serio’s land-
lady and girl friend described. He’s a
mean customer, anyway, and could bear
watching. I didn’t question him about
Serio, because I didn’t want to scare
him off.”

“Let’s see what he was sent to Attica
for,” the commissioner said.

A search of the police files revealed
that a John Ams, now 34, had been
sentenced to prison -for beating a wom-
an.

Klenk, who had been summoned to
the conference, thought of a new angle.
“It’s quite possible Arns made a couple
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of passes at Serio’s girl, which Serio and
the girl resented. They might've had
a fight that resulted in Serio’s death.”

“I'd like to think it was so simple—
that you could pick up a man in a sta-
tion house and solve a murder like

that!” McMahon said bitterly. “It’s”

going to take a lot of digging around,
and the first thing yeu'll have to come
up with is the missing car.” 3
“Perhaps Serio sold it,’ Klenk -haz-
arded.
“Okay, find me the buyer,” the com-
missioner demanded.

IHE next day, while the detectives

were checking Arns’ possible con-

nection with the case, and pressing the
hunt for Serio’s automobile, drainage
operations of the quarry pond were
under way. Police still roamed over
the entire area, searching for further
evidence that would tell how Serio died.

At Scajaquada Creek near Elmwood
Avenue, a police grappling crew came
up with two almost brand-new rugs, four
by seven. Tacks still remained in the
corners of one rug. It seemed very
unlikely that anyone would deliberately
dispose of good rugs without an excel-
lent reason. They were sent to the po-
lice laboratory for examination of sev-
eral stains.

“Tf it’s blood, we'll know it, no mat-
ter how long they've been in the water,”
Barrett assured the police chief,

McMahon replaced the telephone re-
ceiver and mopped his brow. Too much
time was passing without results: A
knock scunded at his door and at his
gruff “Come in,” a detective entered
with a slight, timid man. He seemed
very nervous and kept glancing around
as though he expected something to
happen to him. ,

“This man’s Ray Miller,” Klenk ex-
plained: to. McMahon. “He thinks he
has the automobile we’ve been looking
fer. At least, the description checks
with one he bought.” ~

“Why'd you wait so long before no-
tifying us? We've had a description of
that car in the papers every day!”
McMahon barked. ;

“I'm sorry.” Miller. explained: “But
I've been away on a fishing trip and'I
didn't see a Buffalo paper until this
morning. “I wish this hadn't happened.”

“What happened to Serio isn’t good,
either,’ Klenk reminded him.

“Okay, tell sus the story,”
missioner demanded.

“T met a fellow in a lunch room, and
he said he was going to California,
wanted to sell his car. Mine was in
pretty bad shape, so I asked him how

the com-

much he wanted. We argued, and final- -

ly settled for $700. It’s a good car,
too, and I thought I had a bargain
until this happened.”

“Where’s your bill of sale?” the de-
tective inquired. ee

“That’s what’s -so terrible,” Miller
moaned. “I lost my wallet yesterday,
and all my papers were in it.””  . *

The police officers exchanged glances.
The story sounded pretty thin. ,

“What was the man’s name . ... the
one who sold you the car?”

“Serio. Joseph Serio,” Miller replied:

“And when did you buy it?” Mc-
Mahon asked.

“June 14th.”

The Medical Examiner had fixed the

probable time of death as June: 10 or 41,

and here was a man claiming that Serio
40

scld him a car three or four days later!
“You own a gun?” Klenk queried.
“Yes,” Miller replied: “But I have a
permit. Why do you ask me all these
questions? I’ve done nothing wrong.”
“Unfortunately, you’re mixed up in
a murder case. We know you're telling
us the truth. But you have no proof

of ariything you claim,” Klenk said. .

“Unless you paid for the cat by check.
Did you?”

“No,” Miller answered slowly. “He
... Serio . .. said he didn’t think he’d
be able to cash a check, so I went to
my office and got him the money.”

ILLER’S story was interrupted by

the entrance of Detective Fitz-.

gibbons, who had been checking on
John Arns. -

“No luck,” he reported. “No trace of
that Chevvy or anything else that would
tie him in with the case.”

“Maybe you won't have to bother
with Arns if we can get a few more facts
from Miller,” Klenk said. He quickly
explained the events leading up to that
moment. i

“Yeah?” Fitzgibbons looked sur-
prised. ‘Then maybe I’ve been barking
up the wrong tree.” He turned to-Mil-
ler. “Have you seen the pictures of
Serio in the papers?”

“No. I only*just got. back home last
night,” Miller explained.

“Here.” Fitzgibbons reached ‘into an
inside pocket and produced a. newspa-
per clipping. “Was: this the man who
sold you the car?” ;

Miller studied the picture as though-

his life depended-on it. Finally, and
very positively, he stated that. he had
never seen that man in his life. :

“What did the guy look like...
who sold you the car as you:claim?”
Klenk asked. :

“He was a rather stocky young man;
strong-looking. Blond -hair, but his eyes
were kind of small and .’. .”

“T knew it!” Fitzgibbons exclaimed
elatedly. “Something kept telling me
I was right. Go ahead, describe him
some more.”

Miller, sensing escape in this new
turn of events, gave a painstaking,
elaborate ‘description of the man who

>. had sold him the car on June ‘14.

“Okay,” McMahon directed Fitz-
gibbons. “Go pick up: Arns and bring
him here.” Then, turning to Miller,
“Please stick around until we can prove
that you’re innocent of any connection
with this case.”

bead ps moved quickly, as -

though ‘it was something he had

been wanting to do. Within half. an .-

hour he. was back at headquarters with

a sullen, wary John Ams. — bo
“What’s this all about?” he said angri-

ly. “I tcld you‘ yesterday I wasn’t both-

ering that dame.” ees

“We want to question you about the
murder of Joseph Serio,” McMahon
announced ; abruptly.

Arns drew a deep breath but gave’

no other sign of disturbance. His stocky
body seemed ready and waiting for:
further shocks. “I: don't know anything
about it,” he finally stated, “except what.
I read in the' papers.”

“You're lying, Johnny,” Fitzgibbons
said in the soft, persuasive tone he

had. used: the-day before. “You bumped-
~ off Serio because~you--had-an argument

with him. What about? His girl? Or did

you just want to get hold of his car
and sell it for $700?”

“JT didn’t even know: the guy,” Arms
said in a hard voice. “And I don't own
a. gun. ‘Never have.”

“Oh, so,you know a gun was used!
That. was a bad slip, Arns.”

The poolroom operator: licked his

‘lips. “Sure. I read it somewhere in the

papers. You guys. got nothin’ on me.
I’m clean.”

“What'd you do with the seven-hun-

- dred bucks you got for the car? That

you took from this man?” Klenk said,
6 a side door and admitting Mil-

r.

“That’s him!” Miller said ‘steadily.
“That's the fellow sold me the car.
He said«he. was Joseph Serio.”

“He's a liar!” Arns’ small eyes nar-
rowed with hatred. “I never saw this
nut in my life!" + .

“Come clean, Johnny,” : Fitzgibbons
coaxed. “Was it a private feud, or is
this some kind of a new racket for you,
bumping off a guy to sell his car?”

Sweat glistened on Arns’ forehead and
Fitzgibbons knew he had struck a vul-
nerable spot. The two detectives and
McMahon questioned Arns for two
hours, until his defense finally crumbled.

66 A LL right,” he said wearily. “Gim-

me a cigaret. Yes, I sold
Serio’s car to that dope. If he'd only
kept his mcuth shut! But I didn’t even
know Joe was ‘dead. That’s the truth,
so help me! I got more sense than to
get mixed up with a murder. Chris
must know something: about it, but
I haven’t been near him to find out.”

“Who's, Chris?” McMahon asked.:

_ “Salvatore DiChristofaro, Calls him-

_ Self Sam Christopher sometimes. We

were in this car racket together, My
hands are clean. I swear it!”

Klenk sighed. “What is this, a relay
race? As fast as .we pin something
on.one of you guys, you pass the buck
to somebody else. I think you killed

“Serio!”

Arns’ hand trembled as he lighted

the cigaret and he mopped his sweaty

forehead with a handkerchief.
, “Honest, this is the truth: While I

was doing. a stretch at Attica for beat-

ing up a dame, I met DiChristofaro . . .
he was in for third-degree robbery . . .

_ and we figured out a new racket.” He

drew a long pull on the cigaret. ¥
,. “Fixing it so you’d be back at the
old Alma Mater again, huh?” Fitzgib-
bons said. Arns’ eyes glowed hatred,
but te made no reply. After a mo-
ment, he continued.

“We figured the ‘used-car market
would provide a good racket. The idea
was to find a friend who'd co-operate.
He'd declare: his car stolen and after
he cellected the insurance, we'd doctor
up the car and sell it. Then we'd split

‘the double profits.”
“Why'd you kill Serio? Did he welch °

on the deal?” McMahon said.

“I didn’t kill him!” Arns screamed.
“I persuaded him to go ahead with
the plan. Chris brought me the car.

Ask him!”

The detectives could not shake Arns’
story, even after another hour of ‘grill-
ing. It was now one a.m.,’ but they
decided against waiting until morning
to question DiChristofaro, who, they

“now recalled, had been-questioned earlier
sin, the «case,

“Where's this fellow live?” Fitzgib-

bens. inquired, to-see whether it was
the same man.

|.» “Out West Avenue,” Arns mumbled

wearily.

After locking up Ars on suspicion
of murder, Fitzgibbons and Klenk pro-
ceeded to West Avenue in a police car.
Most of the houses on the block were
quiet and shrouded in darkness, but
at the house they were looking for a
light was burning in the attic story.

“You watch. the back door,” Fitz-
gibbons said, “while I ring the front
bell. If this guy’s implicated, he may
try to make a get-away.”

HEN the detective pressed the

, doorbell, the light was snapped
off'on the third story. The silence was
unbroken. Fitzgibbons pushed the bell
again, longer and harder and he could
hear thé sound echoing through the
house. A baby whimpered and a light
snapped on in a front upstairs room.

’ Footsteps came down the stairs and

a man wrapped in a bathrobe opened
the door. .

“What d’you want waking people up
this time of night?” he demanded angri-
ly. y
“Hello, DiChristofaro,” the detective
said.

The man nodded his head and wait-
ed. Fitzgibbons. whistled softly and
Klenk came around from the back of
the house .

“What's this, a stick-up?” DiChristo-
faro sounded frightened.

“No, we just want to question you

‘about a little matter of murder,” the

detective chief said blandly.

“Murder!” DiChristofaro pulled his
bathrobe tighter and Fitzgibbons no-
ticed a dark, smear of paint on his
right hand. Before the frightened man
knew his purpose, the detective ran an
inquisitive finger over the smear.

“Wet paint!” he said to Klenk.
“Kind of a funny time to be dabbling
in oils, don’t you think?”

“Yeah,” Kienk agreed. “Let’s see. the
masterpiece’ you were working on, Di-
Christofaro.”

“I wasn’t working on anything!” the

man babbled. “I was asleep when you.

rang the bell.”

“You generally sleep with your clothes
on?” Fitzgibbons inquired. With a
strong, firm hand he wrenched aside the
folds of the-robe that DiChristofaro was
clutching. “You should have taken your
pants off, Chris. Been more convincing.
Come on upstairs!”

The two men yanked the trembling
man to the second story. A slim, -dark-

haired young woman stood in an open -

doorway. Her wide, frightened eyes rest-

‘ed on the two detectives and then turned

to her husband. “What’s the matter?
Who are these men?” é

Klenk flashed his badge. and said,
“We're investigating the murder of Joe
Serio. Know anything about it?”

“No! Oh, no!” she gasped in a* whis-
per. “But why ... ?”

“See you later, lady,” Fitzgibbons
interrupted. “Come on, Chris. Up to
the attic.” f

When Klenk switched the light on
the third floor, he emitted a low whistle.
Two freshly-painted rectangles, about
four by seven, were noticeably visible
on the floor. “Sort of sprucing up the
place at-an odd hour, aren't you, Chris?
What happened to the rugs that cov-
ered those spots?”

“There were no rugs!” The 34-year-
old DiChristofaro attempted a bluff,
belligerent tone. “Any. crime in a man
decorating his attic when he can't
sleep?”

“Why couldn't you sleep, Chris?’ Were


Police Officer Schmidt, Dr. DeDominicis the Medical. Examiner and
Assistant D. A. James Ryan, examine the pond where body was found.

DiChristofaro shook his head: “I didn’t
know any of Serio’s friends,” he said.

The detectives reported back to head-
quarters and were then sent to Niagara
Falls to interview the dead youth’s girl
friend.

“Tt looks as if my work in this case _

is about over,” the homicide squad de-
tective said on the drive to the Falls.
“If the landlady’s version is correct,
Serio must have fainted and fallen into
the pond.” i

“That’d be fine,” Fitzgibbons agreed,
“except for that 15-foot ledge below
the embankment. I dori’t see how his
body could have bounced off there
and fallen into the water. You better
stick around a little longer.”

The girl in Serio’s life was. grief-
stricken when informed of young Serio’s
death. And a little remorseful about
something, the detectives gathered from
her incoherent words.

“When was the last time you saw
him?” Klenk inquired gently.

“Sunday, June 9,” she sobbed.
“M ... more than two weeks ago!”

“Weren’t you worried when you didn’t
see him in all this time?” Fitzgibbons
asked. He recalled the Medical Examin-
er’s hazard to the probable date of
death. It could have occurred June
9th. This girl seemed to be more than
normally upset by grief.

“No, I wasn’t worried exactly,” she
confessed. “We . . . we had a quarrel
that night. I thought he was still mad
at me.”

“What. about?”

“It seems so silly now,” she answer-
ed sadly. “Some man wanted to buy
Joe’s car, but Joe didn’t seem to want
to discuss it with me. I didn’t like the
fellow’s looks anyway, and I said if
we were going to start keeping secrets,

what would it be like after marriage?”

One thing led to another. You know
how it is.” é ,

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a a i BEE ce.

“Who was the prospective buyer?”
Kienk asked.

“T don’t know. I just saw him from
the porch while he was arguing with
Joe by the curb. A blond man, about
30, maybe, with sort of mean-looking
eyes.” ; N

The detectives’ interest quickened.
The girl’s description checked with the
landlady’s story of a surly caller look-
ing for Serio.

Before they left the girl’s home, the
detectives verified the landlady’s story
of young Serio’s illness, He had been
subject to fainting spells and really in-
tended to enter a veterans’ hospital.

A check at Serio’s Niagara Falls ad-
dress failed to turn up any clue about
him or his automobile. He had paid a~
month’s rent in advance and the land-
lady assumed he had gone off on a trip.

ITZGIBBONS and Klenk returned

to Buffalo and reported to the po-
ilce commissioner, A description of the
missing automobile was broadcast over
the police teletype: License NF3462,
1942 Chevrolet coach painted tan with
red wheels. Three hub-caps missing.

“There’s something fishy about this
case,” McMahon stated. “What was -

~ Serio doing out at that old quarry?

And who’s the blond guy that keeps
cropping up in the investigation? I’m
willing to bet that young fellow didn’t
die an accidental death. Come on, let’s ©
have another look at that quarry!”

Once again at the death scene, Mc-
Mahon and the investigating detectives
were more firmly convinced that Serio
could not: have rolled off the 15-foot
ledge into the water. Nor did the the-
ory that he had jumped off the broken
diving-board in a drunken stupor ap-
pear likely.

“That pond is 20 feet or more deep,”
McMahon said. “Deep .enough to even

+t

hide a missing automobile . . . or a

A freshly painted floor in the attic of the DiChrist-
ofaro home, gave the police a very important clue.

murder weapon of some kind. I’m going

>. to have it drained!”

Fire Commissioner Joseph S. Master-
son and Fire Department Master Me-
chanic George A. Leo were summoned
to survey the terrain.

“There's about ten to fifteen million
gallons of water in there,” Masterson
stated. “It’d take us about three days
to lower the water to any appreciable
degree.”

“Well, start as soon as you can,” Mc-
Mahon said grimly. “And I want every
single thing you find, no matter how
insignificant.”

The next day Dr. DeDominicis stated
he was ready to issue a death certificate,
after lengthy consultation with several
pathologists at Meyer Memorial Hos-
pital.

“I'm going to say death was due to
compound, comminuted fractured skull.
Cause unknown. I want to make fur-

’ ther microscopic tests on lung tissue

and other organs. I’m not satisfied
with my findings so far.”

“Do you think death was caused
by a dive off the ledge?” McMahon
asked. ;

“Highly impossible,” the doctor re-
plied. “There’s a fracture of the right
cheekbone that appears, to me, to have
been made by a bullet. Furthermore,
no water was found in the man’s lungs!”

The — investigators were interested.

’ Their hunch was now a strong supposi-

tion. If no water had been found in
the victim’s lungs, then he was dead
before his submersion! McMahon re-
quested the fire department to proceed
as swiftly as they could with the drain-
age project.

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But once again, Mrs. O’Reilly, facing the men in a. routine.
police line-up, shook her head definitely.

“No,” she said. “The man isn’t here.” She paused then, ind
gave an involuntary shiver as she added, “I can still remember
his eyes ... . and the way he looked at me through the open
window. . .”

Deputy Chief Whalen sighed heavily. It was more than pos-
sible, he admitted reluctantly to himself, that the dark killer
had long since flown the scene of his vicious: crime—that he
had lost himself in the teeming masses of Harlem or Paradise
Valley in Detroit or Skid Row in Chicago.

And they had so. little to go on. No fingerprints. No positive
identifying clues. Nothing but a description...

It was that evening that Patrolman Henry Dwyer, of the
Classon Avenue station, stopped the Deputy Chief Inspector as
he was leaving headquarters.

Patrolmen Dwyer had once been a first-grade detective. But
then in 1940 something had happened—the details of which are
unimportant here—and Dwyer had been reduced in rank, de-
moted to a patrolman with a subsequent reduction in salary.

Since then, in all the weary years of pounding a beat, he had
been intent on one thing and one thing alorie—getting back his
old rating.

That was in his mind as he stopped Chief Whalen and de-
manded abruptly, “If I break this Gray case for you, will you
put me back in the bureau?”

Deputy Chief Inspector Whalen stared at him intently for a
long moment. Then he snapped, “You break the case for me
and I’ll do anything in the world for you that ‘I can. And I
mean it?”

“That’s all I wanted to hear.” Dwyer started to turn away.

Whalen stopped him. There was something in Dwyer’s voice...

“You got any leads on the case?”

Dwyer shook his head. “Not yet, but I will have.” There
was grim seriousness in his voice and expression. “If there’s
a lead to be uncovered in Brooklyn, I'll find it! You can bet
your bottom dollar on that!”

Dwyer lost. no time in setting methodically about his self-
assigned task. It meant that for the next seventy-odd hours he
was to go without sleep, without rest; but he was driven on by
the knowledge that here, at last, was the chance for which he
had waited so long.

When he reached his home, after leaving Deputy Chief
Whalen, Dwyer changed into plain clothes. Then he started
on the rounds he had already mapped out-in his mind.

URING his years as a patrolman, he had become familiar

with every poolroom and bar and tavern in the community.
He had made a point of making friends in allof them—building
up a backlog of goodwill against some future time when it
might be needed. And, he knew the habits of Brooklyn’s under-
world.

Now these casual friendships and his knowledge came in
handy. As Dwyer moved unobtrusively from lunchroom to bar,
and from tavern to poolroom, his.presence excited no comment.
And everywhere he went he listened.

The Gray murder was still the major topic of conversation
in most places. And where it wasn’t, Dwyer adroitly prodded
it into being with some seemingly idle remark.

Gradually, as the night wore on, he plodded block after block,
visiting every establishment that remained open. In all of them
there was talk aplenty about the spinster’s brutal murder—talk
and loud theories and excited debate. (Continued on page 81)

11

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in the apartment on the floor above, moving about, and she
went out into the hallway and called to her.

A moment later, all three of them repaired to the basement
where they sat and talked. Somehow they felt safer there.

By that time, it was exactly 4:15 a.m.

Young John O'Reilly had just looked at his wrist watch when
they heard the screams. For a moment, the three persons in
the basement sat motionless—frozen into immobility by some
nameless fear. Then together they rushed up the stairs to the
first floor.

The screams were fainter now, seeming to come from the top
of the house. And there was a pounding on the front door, with
a neighbor from next door standing there, panting, “In God’s
name, what’s wrong! What's happening?”

In answer they could only point wordlessly up the stairs. And
then they were rushing up the two flights to the tiny attic apart-
ment occupied by Mary Gray, a little 80-year-old spinster.

They stood back while Fred Boode, Jr., the neighbor from
next door who was also a city fireman, put his shoulder against
the door of the apartment and pushed.

A moment later they were crowding into the room behind
him, to stop short with sudden cries of horror.

For Mary Gray was there. She was crouched against the side
of the divan she used for a bed, kneeling almost in an attitude
of prayer. There was blood on her face and throat, and on her
aged, shriveled body.

She was dead.

NCE again the wailing sirens of squad cars broke the
early pre-dawn quiet of Madison Street. But this time it
was no routine, perfunctory investigation. In short order, over
two hundred police were swarming over the neighborhood,
searching every nook and cranny, stopping every nocturnal way-
farer.
New York City’s Deputy Chief Inspectors William T. Whalen
and Patrick F. Kenney headed the investigation. They stood in
Mary Gray's attic apartment while Dr. George W. Ruger, assist-

OF THE

LONELY

Suspect being exam-
ined by D. A. Miles, Mc-
Donald, and at right is

Henry Dwyer, the cop
with a burning ambition

ant Kings County medical examiner, made his preliminary
findings.

“She was stabbed at least nine times,” the doctor grunted, as
he bent over his work. “Any one of them could have been fatal
to a woman of her age.” Then he paused, frowning heavily,
and added in a flat, toneless voice, “From outward evidence, it
appears that the woman was assaulted first.”

Deputy Chief Inspector Whalen swore softly under his
breath. Then once again he turned for a careful inspection of
the room. The open window was mute evidence of the route
the perverted killer had taken, for there was blood on the win-
dow ledge and blood on the fire-escape outside.

But that was all. There were no positive clues to the actual
murderer to be found—no evidence that robbery might have

_ been the primary motive of the crime that ended in the elderly

spinster’s brutal slaying.

Whalen recalled the earlier report of a mysterious prowler
and the quick, fruitless search by the police. Either it was a
remarkable coincidence, or the skulking figure in the night and
the awful killer were one and the same.

For the moment, the chief inspector was willing to bet on the
latter. Hurriedly he shouldered his way out of the tiny attic
apartment, now crowded with police experts, and pounded
down the stairs to the first floor.

There he found Mrs. O’Reilly, surrounded by an excited ring
of neighbors. He wasted no time in getting her to one side,
and beginning his questions.

“f have reason to believe that you are the only person, out-
side of poor Mary Gray, who saw the killer face to face,” he
informed her with quiet seriousness. “We'll have to depend on
you for a description.”

Mrs. O’Reilly gasped, and her voice trembled. “You mean

' the man I found at my window? You thinks he’s the one!”

The policeman nodded grimly. Slowly, bit by bit, he gathered
from the frightened woman a description of the dark prowler

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she had discovered at her window but a short half hour before
the murder.

. And then the dragnet went out, with two hundred policemen
and detectives scouring the Bedford-Stuyvesant section of
Brooklyn, looking for a light-colored man in his late twenties,
six feet tall, weighing about 150 pounds, with a thin, sharp face
and wearing light brown clothes.

By then, dawn was breaking, and the task was made doubly
difficult by the fact that the streets were beginning to fill up
with workers heading for the day’s labors. Hunting for a light-
colored man in that racially mixed section was worse than
hunting for a needle in a haystack—it was like hunting for one
particular wisp of hay outwardly no different from the rest.

But the police were driven on by the knowledge that back at
headquarters, Deputy Chief Inspector Whalen was waiting—
waiting with a grim and forbidding intolerance for excuses and
failure.

So. one by one, they started bringing in suspects.

And at headquarters, other police were patiently checking
over files of rogue gallery pictures, winnowing out all those
who matched in any respect the description given by Mrs.
O'Reilly.

That was on Saturday, October 10, 1948. Throughout that
day, and the ones that immediately followed, Mrs. O’Reilly
made repeated trips down to headquarters, to view police line-
ups, to scan another batch of rogues’ gallery pictures.

And each time, after a long, careful study, she shook her head.

Y Wednesday, four days after the death of the aged spinster,
close to one hundred suspects had been picked up—and, in
time, released. And in the Bedford-Stuyvesant section, tension

‘ 10

Casket bearing body is being carried to hearse: % Cops climbing poles and
the street was lined with friends. and neighbors chetking

“trail the slayer might have”

was mounting steadily, implacably. And along with it, fear.

What had been at first only a muttering murmur of com-
munity protest over the horror of the crime had gradually
swelled into a threatening, ugly roar. Crime had long been on
the increase in that over-crowded sector of Brooklyn; now the
knowledge that a rapist-killer was on the loose served to fur-
ther spread unrest and fear and suspicion of each man for his
neighbor.

Everyone was blamed . .. in the end, the police most of all.

Deputy Chief Inspector Whalen was well aware that he was
sitting on a dynamite key of tension that might explode at any
moment. In consequence, he drove his men and himself, grimly
promising that there would be no rest until the guilty had been
caught.

Wednesday, October 13th, was the day set for the funeral of
Mary Gray. There was a requiem mass at the Church of
Nativity, directly across the street from the little house where
the frail spinster had been so wantonly slain, and long before
the service, the street was thronged with grieving neighbors
and a milling, muttering crowd of the morbidly curious.

Detectives and plainclothesmen moved unobtrusively through
the throng, on the lookout for any who might answer the wanted
description, listening carefully to conversation and talk of the
crowd in the hope that some lead might be revealed.

In the end, two men were picked up and taken down to head-
quarters. Both fitted the word-picture given by Mrs. O’Reilly
and both, it soon developed, had previous records for assault
and attempted assault.

For a moment, it looked as though the case might finally be
cracked, although both men had alibis for the pre-dawn hours
of Saturday, October 9th, the date of the gruesome killing.

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went to bed. He didn’t sleep. He rolled
and tossed and seemed greatly disturbed.”

Ina Edmondson, when questioned, ad-
mitted that a little while before she had
seen Christine Haynie coming past her
home from the store, she had-seen Lester
Lang walking into the woods where Chris-
tine had been murdered. She hadn't
thought anything about it before, since the
road led to Lester’s brother’s home.

With this information placing Lester
Lang at the scene of the crime, Troupe
decided to pick him up for questioning.
He was found at his brother’s home. He
glowered at the four officers as they
walked into the room where he sat.

“This your knife?” Troupe asked, hand-
ing him the knife that had been numbered
seven when it was sent to the criminal
laboratory.

“Sure as hell is,’ Lester growled.
“Where did you get it?”

“All right, Lang,” Troupe said quietly,
“we're arresting you for the rape and mur-
der of Christine Haynie. This knife carved
the piece of wood found near her body
and that piece of wood was dropped by
the killer.”

Lang blinked and gulped. “Hell,” he
roared, “you’re crazy. I didn’t kill that
dame. What are you talking about?”

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woods just before she entered,” Troupe
said. “That wouldn’t have been enough
if the technicians hadn’t discovered that
your knife carved that piece of wood. That
is enough to convict you.”

Lester Lang didn’t break or confess.
He claimed that the leaves on his clothes
had gotten there because he had gotten
drunk and had ‘lain down on the ground
im the woods and slept for about am hour:
He was taken to Hartselle and questioned
for hours. He never changed his story.
Troupe and Kirkpatrick continued to
work on the case and build up evidence
against Lang. They learned that he .had
attempted sex crimes before and had
served time. Eli Edmondson, who had
found the body, told the two officers.that
he had seen Lester go, down the road a
few minutes before Christine Haynie
and that he was certain that Lester had
done something to her because Lester was

‘known to be abnormal.

On August 10th, 1948, Lester Lang was
brought to trial. The State presented its
case. The defense chose to rest their case
without introducing -any evidence. The
jury filed out, took one ballot, and found
Lester Lang guilty of murder in the first
degree, and recommended that he serve
ninety years in the state penitentiary.

Editor’s note: The name Mary Ranson
is fictitious, to protect the identity of an
innocent woman.

LUST SLAYING OF THE LONELY SPINSTER

(Continued from page 11)
But in the end the words always meas-
ured up into nothing .. .

Midnight came and passed, and Patrol-
man Dwyer was conscious of weary feet
and an aching head. But by now he was
a man obsessed with a mission, and a grim
determination to see that mission through.

Yet time itself seemed to be against
him. One by one the taverns and -pool
rooms closed down for the night and the
dark, sparsely-lighted streets took on a
nocturnal quiet.

And then, in an all-night lunchroom ...

Dwyer was drinking his tenth cup of
coffee for the night, and egging the
counter-man into loud debate on the Gray
case. -

“I don’t think the killer even belonged
in these parts,” Dwyer insisted vehe-
mently. “I’ll bet he was somebody from
out of town, probably gone on his way
by now.”

“You’re wrong there,” a voice beside
him cut in, “It was a local man that did
it. When the case breaks, you'll find it
was a man who lives right in that neigh-
borhood !”

With an effort, Dwyer restrained him-
self from spinning around and grabbing
the man. Instead, he turned slowly. and
drawled in a tone of patent disbelief,
“That's what you say! But the police
claim different, and they ought to know.
They've checked and rechecked the neigh-
borhood.”

The stranger on the stool next to Dwyer
snorted. “So what! I’m telling you it was
a local guy what done it, and I got good
reason to know what I’m talking about.”
He paused, then added slowly in a heavy
whisper, “I overheard talk .. .”

Patrolmen Dwyer sighed inwardly. This
was going to peter out into a matter of
idle, worthless gossip, like all the other
tentative Jeads. But automatically he re-
peated, “So you overheard talk. Maybe
you heard who the killer was, too?”

For a long moment a queer sort of
silence hung over the lunchroom. Then
the man frowned and said slowly, “I do
and I don’t. I mean, I don’t know what
the guy’s real name is, but it’s some one
they call Boots. That’s what I heard .. .”

Then it was that Dwyer identified him-
self. But under repeated questioning the
man stuck to his story, although ‘he
could add no further details.

Finally Dwyer took his name and ad-
dress, and made certain the man would
be available whenever he might be needed.

Now, at last, he had something to work
on, he told himself as he started home. It
was nearly six in the morning—he had
just time for a shower and breakfast be-
fore checking in at the Classon Avenue
station.

After that, he had important business
with Deputy Chief Inspector Whalen!

Two hours later he was waiting at
headquarters when Whalen arrived.

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| The crime for which Edward Alonse «2
Deacons was executed this MotiLsy was a :
the murder of Mre. Ada Stone, comipitted 37
on the afterncon of August 16, 1887, at the’ J
residence of the victim on Hayward ave-—
nue, East Rochester. On that evening
| William E. MoKee, @ carpenter, living on
Gation avenue, almost im. the) rear

of the house where the orimé’ was. |
committed, was startled to see Alonzo A.
Stone, husband of the murdered wemam, ©
with whom he had just returned fromwork,
rush back Yrom the hoage toward him, ex jj
citedly shouting and calling that his |
wife was dead, McKee returned $0 the {|
house with Stone and going down eller ©
looked at the body which lay there and = ,
then pulled the petrol box summonigg the =~
wagon and officers. It secon armved con =
taining Sergeant Zimmerman and Officers
Cummings and Swanton. Leaving the
wagon in charge of Cummings and Swan- . jj
‘ton Sergeant. Zimmerman entered the ,
house and went down cellar where he —
found the body of a woman} in the...
northwest corner on her) 3 de,
Her hmbs were drawn :up and —
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agony. The tongue was aught between
the teeth. There was a cut on her ¢
whioh looked asa if it been inflicted 2.
sharp instrument. ad neck. wv: a
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e heard the shot, and then Woodrow re-

‘turned, saying, “See how easy it was,
you—.” :

- It was Jones’ word against two
young white men of excellent family,
education . and address. When we

' placed the matter before District At-

torney John H. Carter, he agreed with
us that no Southern jury would place
credence in the Negro’s confession.
Even’ after we had seen Woodrow’s
new Ford sedan and found that the

tires compared identically with the:

sketches we had made, the District
Attorney was loath to ask for war-
rants for the arrest of Ralph and
Woodrow Wester.

A week later the warrants were
granted, however. We had located
20 persons who had seen Jones, Ralph
and Woodrow Wester in Woodrow’s
car onthe night of the murder. So
well known were these two young
men that even the car had been recog-
nized before the storm broke, travel-
ing at terrific speed between towns.

We received the warrants then, and
made the arrests.’ Wester family at-
torneys immediately besieged us. They
demanded the release of the prisoners,

‘claiming the time element was awry.

Wester was killed at eight o’clock. Our
witness said he left Port Saint Joe
with Ralph just as the red ball of the
Florida sun was slipping into the Gulf.

District Attorney Carter wired the
Naval observatory at Washington for
the exact time of the sunset at Port
Saint Joe on the. night of June 21,
1938. The reply seemed to support
the defense attorneys and to wreck
our circumstantial case against Ralph
and Woodrow Wester.

The sun had set at Port Saint Joe
on that date at exactly 6:30 p.m., the
Naval observatory people said. Even

» when Jones insisted that the pace he

was forced to drive was terrific, it
seemed hopeless to attempt to con-
vince a jury that the distance, 103
miles, had been driven in 90 minutes.

What were we to do now? It was
hard to believe that anyone could
drive 103 miles in an hour and one-
half. Had Jones made a mistake about
observing the setting sun?

There was only one way to prove
his statement. With Woodrow and
Ralph in jail, we could use Woodrow’s
car and, with Jones driving, make the
test for ourselves. We had to break
that more than a mile-a-minute alibi.

Fauline Long was the first to try it,.

but a traffic disruption in Panama
City and a slight collision ruined the
attempt. Another setback

I tried it next. I drove Jones to
Port Saint Joe in Woodrow’s car, and
urged the man to show me exactly
where the sun had been when he
started on the fast journey to murder.
The sun was just dipping into the
Gulf when he pointed and said, “It
was right there. I always watch the
sun for the time. I know where it
was.’ :

| LOOKED at my watch. It was ex-
actly eleven minutes to five. The jury
could be given proof of the accuracy
of Jones’ observation simply by wir-
ing the Naval Observatory again for
the time of the sunset on this par-
ticular September day.

At exactly ten minutes to five I
ordered Martin Jones to set out and
travel the same roads he had done on
the murder night.

Jones drove skilfully but fast
through Panama City and to Majette
Station. Here he stopped and said it
was the aan they had made a rapid
change of cars. A minute’s pause and
we were off again, north 50 miles to
Cottondale; east to Marianna; east
again to Cypress; then south over the
graveled road to the Wester house.

When Jones stopped at the cross-
roads, backed up, turned into the
curving road and stopped again in
front of the house, I was watching
the minute-hand of my watch. Exact-

ly 85 minutes had elapsed since we
had started at sunset!

The speedometer registered 103.4
miles.

When the District Attorney wired
the Naval Observatory for the time of
the sunset on that September day, the
reply was prompt and concise: “Four-
forty-eight,” it said.

With this proof of the near-accuracy
of Jones’ observation and with close to
50 witnesses who had observed car or
men, or both, on the murder night, we
went to trial in October, charging the
two ,young men, Ralph Wester and
Woodrow Wester, with murder in the
first degree.

We still were parading our circum-
stantial evidence, Jones’ testimony
and our witnesses, before a jury in
the same Jackson County, Florida,
court in April, 1939. The two young
men were on trial for the third time
by then—hung juries having resulted
at two previous trials.

The third jury paid sharp attention
to the time element in our case. Sun-
set at 6:30 p.m. on June 21 and mur-
der at eight o’clock hardly seemed to
leave time for more than 100 miles to
be traveled, but when I testified that
Jones had driven me over the route in
five minutes under that time, the jury
relaxed and I saw the foreman mak-
ing rapid notes. .

Twenty-four hours later the verdict
was reached. Guilty as charged, the
foreman said. Judge E. C. Welch
sentenced the first two white men ever
to be convicted in Florida on a
Negro’s testimony to serve the rest of
their lives in the penitentiary.

Martin Jones went back to work
for another branch of the Wester
family. We placed no charges against
him and he was free when the trial
ended. The publicity he received re-
sulted in his promotion from yard
man to chauffeur—with a pair of
patent-leather shoes made especially
to fit his extra-large feet.

A Hasty Piece of Murder (Continued from Page 25) ogeiciAt DETECTIVE STORIES

and excellent humor on his last eve-
ning.

“Did Doctor Deely have much asso-
ciation with women?” O’Hagen asked
casually.

The physician’s heavy frame tensed.
His lips thinned and he said almost
coldly: “I’m afraid, officer, I .can’t say
very much on that, really. Doctor
Deely had friends, yes, but I wouldn’t
say he was any kind of a ladies’ man.”
. Affecting an expression of satisfac+
tion, O’Hagen took his leave after
warning the Doctor that he probably
would see him again.

Returning to the Deely house, he

' found Bishop and Senff in the Doc-

tor’s office downstairs from the bed-
room rummaging through papers and
drawers. Tersely he told them what
he had learned.

pe Inspector looked disappointed.

“So Sprague can’t throw any light
on this, eh? Then our only other lead
sources are the former servants and
the nurse and secretary, who ought to
be along shortly ... Anyway, Josephs
is checking the servants, so we have

-nothing to worry about for a while.”

The time, according to the little
desk clock, was 10:25. At 10:50 he
heard the hurrying of feet and the

.Swish of skirts. A moment later the

door swung open and a young, attrac-
tive blonde stood on the threshold,
staring at the officers in amazement.

“No need to be alarmed,” Bishop
said pleasantly. “You’re Doctor Deely’s
nurse or: secretary?”

“His nurse—why?” she asked, look-
ing from detective to detective with
quizzical blue eyes.

. “Your name, then, is Elsie Daniels?”

The nurse nodded her head affirma-
tively. ‘What in Heaven’s name is the
matter?” she demanded anxiously.

“Il’m sorry to give you bad news,
Miss Daniels, but Doctor Deely’s been

-Mmurdered.”

“Murdered!” she shrilled. ‘Oh, no!
Why—why, he was all right only ‘last

- OD—8

night when I left him. It isn’t pos-
sible!”

“It is, though,” Bishop said regret-
fully. “He was murdered during the
night, somewhere around four o’clock
. . » Now, Miss Daniels, perhaps you
ean help us out. First, we’d like to
know what time last night you left
here.”

Promptly the nurse replied: “About
seven o’clock, about five or ten min-
utes after his last patient left.”

“What kind of mood was Doctor
Deely in—nervous, fearful, worried?”

“On the contrary. He was in fine
humor. He was expecting Doctor and
Mrs. Sprague for dinner that evening.”

“Did Doctor Deely have any women
friends to whom he paid any special
attention?”

“We-ll,” Miss. Daniels said warily,
“I couldn’t say for certain. He had
many friends of both sexes.”

Bishop smiled at her caution. Never-
theless he continued to press. “Did
any particular woman show any par-
ticular interest in him?”

Miss Daniels’ wide blue eyes, almost
hidden by long golden lashes, focused
themselves reflectively on the carpeted
floor. Bishop waited patiently.

“T think one woman liked him aw-
fully well,” she said at length.

“And who is this woman?”

“Her name’s Helen Webster. She’s
a patient—was a patient of his. In
fact, she was his nurse until nine or
ten months ago, when she left him for
a position with the Board of Health in
Manhattan.”

“Interesting,” Bishop commented.
“Have you ever been out with Doctor

-Deely outside of business hours?”

The girl’s face crimsoned. She
looked startled. “Why ... no, sir, I
haven't,” she said hesitantly.

“All right; one more question,”
Bishop said dryly. “Ever use lavender-
scented powder or lavender perfume?”

“No, sir—never,” was the surprised
reply.

Bishop thanked her, took her address

and advised her to be available for
further questioning.

Less than five minutes later a tall
well-dressed woman entered. She
looked efficient and dependable, and
Bishop had no doubt that this was
Miss Wesley, the secretary.

The questions Bishop put to her were
similar to those asked the nurse.
Though Miss Wesley had been the
Doctor’s secretary for two years, she
could contribute very little about his
private life. She was certain that there
had been no servant trouble. And as
far as Miss Webster was concerned,
Miss Wesley thought that the Doctor’s
ex-nurse did hold some kind of affec-
tion for him. -

“Do you know her home address?”
Bishop asked.

Miss Wesley went to an index file
and in a few seconds had out a card.
“It’s 14 Nelson Road,” she said.

In the police sedan, the three detec-
tives raced across the city to a fash-
ionable residential section, where they
found No. 14 Nelson Road to be a new
apartment building. In the hallway of
grain-patterned marble, they located
the name of Helen Webster on the row
of black dot-like bell-buttons.

5 ence pressed a thick thumb against
one of them. Almost at once the
door buzzer sounded. They hurried up
the stairs to the second floor, where
they were met by a pert young woman
—blond and shapely—dressed in form-
fitting street clothes. Her face was
oval and tinged with healthy, vibrant
pink; her lips were small and vivid.
More compelling were her eyes, which
were large blue magnets sparkling
with life and vitality.

“Miss Webster?” Bishop qucried.

“Yes; what is it?” Her voice was
throaty, melodious.

Bishop said bruskly: “We’re officers
from Headquarters. You’re probably
unaware of it, Miss, but Doctor Deely
has been murdered—stabbed to death.”

The woman’s face blanched and her

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but no one could recall anybody fit-
ting Demiar’s description.

On June 10, 1931, O’Hagen’s third
day in Philadelphia, he walked into
the Green Hotel at Chestnut and
Eighth Streets. He identified himself
to the thin-faced desk clerk and asked
to see the register. As he scanned the
names, his finger suddenly halted over
the name “George Ramon.”

“This man a Filipino?” he asked
curiously.

“Yes, sir,’ the clerk replied. “He

~ ..came in on the fourth.”

Hopefully - the detective produced
the snapshot.. “This the man?” he
asked,

The clerk gazed at it and began
bobbing his head. “It’s him, it is! The
very same guy who’s upstairs in two-
eleven,”

O’Hagen bounded up two flights of

‘stairs and tread stealthily down the

corridor to,Room No: 211. He rapped
on the door and reached preparedly for
his gun.

“Who’s there?” a soft yet oddly
cold, flat voice called out.

“The manager, Mr. Ramon.”

The door swung open and O’Hagen
was face to face with Gavino Demiar.
Brandishing his revolver, O’Hagen
stepped into the room.

“You’re wanted in New York for the
murder of Doctor Deely—Mr, Demiar,”
he declared.

The husky-looking Filipino stared
hard at the detective. Bold defiance
burned in his narrow-set brown eyes.
He started to affect surprise and anger,
declaring he was not Demiar and had
never beeh in New York.

“Stow that business,” O’Hagen cut
in. “I know who you are, and I know
you killed Doctor Deely.”

Demiar’s bravado fled. His eyes
brimmed with fear. Chokingly ‘he
aes “It’s no use, I guess... I

id it.’

Triumphantly O’Hagen took the ad-
mitted slayer back to New York after
he had decided to waive extradition.

Before District Attorney Geoghan,
Josephs, Inspector Bishop, O’Hagen
and Police Commissioner Edward P.
Mulrooney, Demiar calmly recounted
how and why he slaughtered the man
he had formerly served.

“T did it because I needed money,”
he began. “I needed it to give my girl
enough for her apartment rent. She
asked me for some, and I told her I’d
get it for her. She didn’t know how I
intended to get it. She thought that
Deely owed me ten dollars and that I
was still working for him.

“When I left her on the night of the
murder, I wasted time fooling around
a poolroom somewhere and a dance-
hall, Around four. o’clock I went to
Deely’s place and let myself in with a
key I’d kept all the time. I knew he
had some money on hand, so when I
= I didn’t say anything about the

e

'y.

“He was asleep when I got into his
room. I stuck my hand into his pants
pockets, which were on a chair some-
where in the corner. I took his wallet,
then went over to the bureau where I
once saw him put some money. But
just as I opened one of the drawers I
made a noise, and he jumped up and
recognized me.

“I punched him in the face, knock-
ing him to the floor. He got up and
tried to tackle me, but I hit him again
and he went down a second time. I
was afraid he’d start hollering, so I
ran to the butler’s pantry adjoining
his room and got hold of a grapefruit
knife. ,

“When I got'back, he was getting up
again. We started wrestling and finally
I knocked him against one of the bed
posts, It broke off and clattered to the
floor. I was afraid the noise and every-
thing would wake up the new ser-

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‘The Sixteen-Year Crimes at Bryn Mawr

“But they’ve been making a mis-
take.”

“Who?” . /

“The dicks who worked on the case.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well,“the mug who’s stealing the
stuff seems to have found a pretty
certain method of getting away with it
all these years. He’s stealing the stuff
for dough, of course. And somebody’s
buying it. But I’d say one of these
days he’s going to slip up and pawn
some stuff in the open... well, we'll
see ... I’ve got an idea.”

“Here’s something I haven’t told you,
Marty. This bird has been stealing
stuff that you’re pretty fond of.” .

“What do you mean?”

“He’s swiped some expensive Swiss-
made watches and desk clocks, the
kind, perhaps, that you collect. I
know you’ve made some swell buys
in antique and pawn shops. It might
be a good idea to keep a weather eye
open when you go on one of your
buying trips.”

att HAT’S a good angle and I’m glad

you mentioned it... leave that
list of stuff with me, Bill.” ‘

. When Stauffer left, McDonnell in-
spected the list of stolen valuables, It
was positively unbelievable. Twenty
pages of it... it read like the inven-
tory ‘of a ladies’ jewelry shop plus
a ready-to-wear store, McDonnell
studied the list a long time . . . his
mind began to ask questions, formulate
theories. Where was the haul being
disposed? No, no use going out and
asking questions of the students and
employes ... better to wait and watch
«.. If he could trace just one trinket
+». just one...

But that was not as easy as first
imagined. For several days McDonnell
studied the pawn-shop lists, rummaged
through his favorite antique and
second-hand shops. His memory was
prodigious. But never was he success-
ful in tracing the little trinket he de-
sired to find. woe

Eight times between January 12 and
January 28, Stauffer called: Eight

op—8 4

thefts had been reported . . . Miss
Helen Corsa, of Palm Beach, Florida,
living in Radnor Hall, reported the
theft of a diamond ring given to her
by her mother; Miss Christiana Hardy
reported the loss of a gold wrist-watch;
Miss Katharine Hildebrand of Chicago
reported the loss of a gold wrist-watch
encrusted with small diamonds; Miss
Mary Van Brunt, of New Orleans, a
platinum ring set with a large pearl
and small diamonds; Miss Kathryn
Dedman, of Los Angeles, a white-gold
bracelet; Miss Marion Monaco, of Den-
ver, Colorado, a gold wrist-watch with
a gold band; Miss Martha Cox, of
Syracuse, New York, also a wrist-
watch, and Miss Hope Vickers, of
Houston, Texas, an eight-day vanity
Swiss desk-clock.

Eight more thefts, added to the
hundreds of others ... in the same
invisible, undetectable manner.

“Inside stuff... I’m absolutely
sure,” he said to himself. “Now let's
seé,” he said as he turned his atten-
tion again to the list, Particularly the
Swiss clock. Then, as was his custom
each day at this time, he turned to
the pawn-broker list which had been
brought in afew moments before.

Item by item he went over the long
list, comparing each notation with

the list from Bryn Mawr. But again ~

he failed to note a similarity between
any of the articles pawned and the
stolen goods from the college. Mc-
Donnell began to feel depressed. He
had checked about fifteen long columns
without the slightest break. Yet he
was convinced that somewhere in
Philadelphia was one shop: in which
the booty had found an outlet. But
where? And why did he feel so cer-
tain? Well, if this was an inside job
that lasted for sixteen years it was
being pulled by someone who lived
close to Philadelphia, who knew the
city, who certainly understood the
routine of getting rid of hot stuff
without detection and who, because of
the secrecy which had surrounded the
various investigations at the school,
felt quite safe in selling the loot.

vants, so I picked up the broken post
-knob and conked him on the head. He
went down, and I dug the knife into
his neck and stabbed him a number of
times,

“I hurried out through the front
door. I threw the knife away in some
yard in the block. And at Joralemon
and Clinton Streets, I threw the key
and wallet away, too. All I kept was
the fifty bucks that were in it.”

Shocked by the nerve and callous-
ness of the young Filipino’s bloody
narration, the authorities stared at him
in wonder.

BISHOP produced the scented hand-
kerchief. “What about this? It was
underneath the body.”

Demiar ‘laughed. “Stinks elegant,
doesn’t it, Inspector? I didn’t know I
left it there until I got to Philly. I
swiped that from Marie just before I
left her apartment for Deely’s. I saw
it in the bathroom and thought it
would look nice in the breast pocket of
my white suit.” He began to laugh
louder. “Be funny, wouldn’t it, if you
tried to pin anything on Marie be-
cause of it?”

Though an extensive search was
made, the key, knife and wallet never
were recovered. Despite the loss of
that evidence, Gavino Demiar went on
trial for his life before County Judge
George W. Martin on June 22, 1931.
District Attorney Geoghan prosecuted.

On June 25 the jury retired. Seven
minutes later it returned this verdict:
“We find the defendant guilty as
charged in the indictment.”

It was a deserving verdict and one
of the quickest ever returned by a jury
in the state of New York.

Less than two months afterward, on
August 10, 1931, Gavino Demiar ex-
pired in the electric chair at Sing Sing,
thus atoning for the needless murder of
an innocent man,

(Continued from Page 27)

Well, if his theory was a good one
it surely ought to stand up under
further personal investigation. He’d
make a personal and more intense
tour of the city’s pawn-shops. Per-
haps he’d find one shop which had
refused some distinctive article—
something like an antique Swiss clock,
something as unusual as that. He
didn’t have to make this tour alone,
he knew. He could call in the Lower
Merion police if he wanted to. But
he prefered working alone.

AND so, without further deliberation,

McDonnell set out on his tour of
pawn-shops, asking this one question:
“Did anyone pawn or try to pawn an
antique Swiss clock here?”

Up and down the Philadelphia
streets he went, asking the question,
and like a chorus came the successive
and unfailing answers. No. No. No.
No. In five pawn-shops. Ten. Twenty.
North Philadelphia. West Philadelphia.
Central Philadelphia. No. No. No.
Then South Philadelphia. South Street.
Lombard Street. Fitzwater. Bain-
bridge. Christian. Catherine. Federal
... Twelfth and Federal Streets. Sam
Berg’s pawn-shop. Did anybody at-
tempt to pawn a Swiss clock?

“Yes. Last Saturday.”

McDonnell looked at Berg eagerly
as if he couldn’t believe his ears.

“Last Saturday, did you say?”

It was Tuesday now.

“Yes. I wouldn’t take it. It looked
hot. But it wasn’t reported stolen.
But I wouldn’t take it. It looked like
it was worth a lot of money. And
the man wanted only five dollars.”

.“Did you know him?”

“No. But he tried to sell it at the
cigar store up the street. But he
didn’t sell it there, either.”

“What did the man look like?”

“A big fellow, but very kindly. I
mean he talked pretty good English
and low-like. Very polite he was. A
dark-skinned fella. He had a scar
over his right eye, about an inch long
maybe. He didn’t put up an argument
—just walked out.”

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But the result was the same. No
knife, no visible finger-prints, no
tangible clew.

The investigators returned to the
hallway. Bishop questioned the but-
ler: “Were you and Mrs. Drew up at
the time Doctor Deely went to bed?”

“Oh, no, sir. Doctor Deely was en-
tertaining his assistant, Doctor Victor
Sprague, and Mrs. Sprague at dinner.
After I served dinner, my wife and I
went to bed upstairs in the attic around
ten-thirty. It was warm and we
couldn’t sleep, so we noticed on our
clock that it was a couple minutes past
midnight when the Doctor let his
guests out the front door. After that
we didn’t hear anything else. I guess
we soon fell asleep.” :

Bishop said sharply: “Think care-
fully on this question. Did either of
you hear any unusual noises during
the night? Did anything break your
sleep?”

DREW shook his head and said he
had heard nothing. His wife, how-
ever, heard otherwise.

“I was' awakened at about four
o’clock, sir, by the telephone,” she
said. “It was the Doctor’s phone that
was ringing but the Doctor didn’t an-
swer. Being that there is an extension
phone beside my bed, I reached out
for it and said, ‘Hello. A woman’s
voice said, ‘Hello, is—’ and that was
all. Then it said, ‘Wrong number,’
and there was a click, She’d hung
up.” .

“Ever hear that voice before?”
Bishop asked eagerly.

“No, sir, never.”

Bishop wondered. If it was a wo-
man who murdered Doctor Deely,
could this phone caller have been the
killer? If she was, why did she phone?
To find out whether her crime had
been detected yet, perhaps?

Mystified, Bishop said to the house-
keeper: “How long have you and your
husband known Doctor Deely?”

Drew himself replied: “Only four
days, sir.” ‘

Bishop looked surprised. “You mean
that you and your wife have been
working here only four days—since
May 28?”

“Yes, sir. We were sent here that
morning by an agency. The Doctor
said that if we proved satisfactory by
the end of the week he’d keep us on.”

Geoghan took up the interrogation
and brought out that the former ser-
vants had been hired from another
agency downtown. And that in addi-
tion to his household staff the Doctor
had on his office staff two young wo-
men, Miss Ruth Wesley, his secretary,
and Miss Elsie Daniels, his nurse.
Both: of. them were due at the office
on the floor below at eleven o’clock
that morning. ‘

“See here, Drew,” Bishop resumed,
“did Doctor Deely ever have any wo-
men visitors here outside of office
hours?”

“No, sir.. Not in the four days that
we've been here.”

Bishop brought out the red hand-
kerchief. “Ever see this before, Drew?
You, Mrs..Drew?” he demanded.

The servants. shook their heads.
“No, sir,” they replied simultaneously.

Satisfied for the moment with their
information, Geoghan suggested they
find new quarters so there would be
no ineonvenience in the investigation
and admonished them to report their
new address to him or Bishop in the
event they were needed again, .

“We've got to go over this entire
house and grounds for that knife,”
Bishop said. “Senff can take care of
that. O’Hagen and I will start check-
ing up on everybody we so far know
was connected with the Doctor. We'll
also try his friends and acquaintances
for information on a possible jealousy
or revenge angle.”

“Might be something to that,” Jo-
sephs declared, “But one thing we,
ought to check on at once is the former
servants’ whereabouts. I'll find the
agency that sent them here and try to
learn where they are now.”

Geoghan uttered his approval. “Go
to it,” he said. “You work on that
angle and Inspector Bishop will direct
his men on the other angles.” :

District Attorney William F. X.
Geoghan, right, and his assistant
knew that the damage to this bed-
post had occurred only’ recently

Bishop turned to O’Hagen. “Get
hold of the Spragues and find out
what you can from them. I'll be here
quite a while.”

O’Hagen stopped at a corner drug
store, thumbed quickly. through the
S’s in a telephone book for the Doctor’s
address. :

Fifteen minutes later he was identi-
fying himself to the distinguished-
looking man of about 38 who was
Doctor Sprague. At the mention of
Doctor Deely’s sudden death a swift
transformation gripped the dead man’s
assistant. His poise fled, his face
paled, his mouth hung loose and he
stared at the detective dumbly.

“Why, my wife and I had dinner
with him only last night!” he cried
aghast.

O’Hagen nodded. “I know. That’s
why I’m here. I understand you and
your wife left him a few minutes past
midnight. Right?”

“Yes, it is.”

“What I'd like to know, Doctor, is

whether Doctor Deely was expecting .

anybody else after you folks had left.
Did he mention he was expecting any-
body else that night?”

Sa shocked at the news, Doctor
Sprague’s manner and speech were
preoccupied and vague.
sure he wasn’t expecting anybody else
because when he went to the door with
us he said he was going right to bed.
He had to be up early—around eight—
as he had a consultation at the hospi-
tal. ”

To O’Hagen’s other questions, Doc-
tor Sprague said with certainty that
the Doctor had not been troubled or
in fear of meeting with any kind of
danger. He had been in good health

(Continued on Page 41)

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There were many puzzling facts in the murder that Dis-
trict Attorney Geoghan, left, thought Gavino Demiar
could clarify for him. Demiar is the man with the hat


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startled and shaky.

“Who ... who could have done it?”
she cried. Then, quickly recovering
her composure, she asked: “Well, what
do you want of me?”

“We want to find out how long
you’ve known Doctor Deely,” Bishop
said. “We understand you were his
nurse up until nine or ten months ago.”

The girl nodded. “That’s right. I
knew him about three or four years.
There was nothing more than a strictly
employe-employer relationship be-
tween us. Whenever I needed medical
attention, I went to him. I don’t know
whether you discovered it yet, but I
was at his office for throat treatment
yesterday evening until six-thirty.”

“You and he had also stepped out
together socially, h’mm?”

“Certainly,” was the quick reply.
“Nothing wrong in that, I hope.”

“Not so long as you haven’t any
jealous boy friends.” The Inspector’s
tone was a light one, but beneath it
there was dead earnestness.

“Sorry to disappoint you, Inspector,
but I have no jealous suitors.”

“You can tell us, of course, Miss
Webster, where you were this morn-
ing—at about four o’clock?”

The girl colored. “Certainly you’re
not trying to prove that I had some-
thing to do with his death?” she
snapped defensively.

“PL let you prove that yourself,”
Bishop retorted.

Helen Webster’s lips spread into a
thin smile. “Well, if you must know,
I was home and asleep. When I left

Doctor Deely’s office, I went straight |

home and stayed there. I had no in-
clination to go out because my throat
was bothering me.” - as

Bishur pushed his queries no fur-
ther. With O’Hagen and Senff, he
returned to Headquarters. :
At two o’clock that afternoon, he re-
ceived a phone call from Josephs, ask-
ing him to hurry over to his office.
Bishop and O’Hagen hastened there
and found the attorney with a swarthy-

looking young Filipino of medium.

height, dressed in a fashionable suit
of blue. There was a worried look on
his face, which did not escape their
notice.

Josephs arose with a smile and
pointed to the man. “This, Inspector,
is Seneca Simplicio, Doctor Deely’s
former butler. I found him through
the agency, working for a Mr, and Mrs,
Norton Young in Garden City. I-ex-

plained to him what has happened and

induced him to come here and tell you
everything he can about Doctor Deely
and his reasons for leaving him.”

“Good!” Bishop exclaimed, rubbing
his hands. He moved a chair close to
the anxious-looking servant and sat
down facing him.

“How long did you work for Doctor
Deely?” he began.

The man ran a slender hand over
his black, sleek hair and bit his lips.

“Just one month I worked for him,”
he said in a tinny voice. “I quit be-
cause he didn’t want to pay any more.
The work and the hours were too
much for what he paid, so I left.”

“How about the argument you and
the Doctor had just before you left?”

“There never was an argument be-
tween us,” the man shot back. ‘When
he refused to raise my pay, I said I
couldn’t stay with him any more and
would have to leave his house around
the end of the month. He said all
right, and that’s all there was to it.”
There was a disdainful chillness in the
man’s voice that Bishop resented.

“When you left him you took along
the key to the front door, didn’t you?”
Bishop went on sternly.

The Filipino wagged his head in
denial. “I only took what belonged to
me. Why should I want the key? I
had no more use for it.”

“All right, Simplicio,” Bishop said.
“When you quit the Doctor, didn’t an-
other servant also quit with you?”

“That’s right. Gavino Demiar, the

chauffeur, he quit for the same rea-

“Where is he now?”

Simplicio blinked and shrugged. be |
don’t know where he is. Until I got
my new job we roomed together at a
boarding-house in Concord Street.
And then I only saw him during the
mornings when I’d get up to look
around for work.” .

“What did he do with himself while
you were out looking for work?” —

“I don’t know,” Simplicio replied
hesitantly. “I think he was fooling
around one of his girl friends, who
dances over at the Twenty-eighth
Street dance-hall.”

“Fooling around, eh? What’s this
girl’s name? Where does she live?”
Bishop snapped his queries.

Simplicio ‘began to squirm as the
Inspector’s eyes bored through him.
He said the girl’s name was Marie
Delvin and that she lived at No. 1293
West Park Place.

“Have you seen. him since you left
the boarding-house?” Bishop asked.

The servant shook his head nega-
tively.

“Then tell us where you were from
midnight until eight o’clock this morn-
ing,” Bishop said.

The Filipino’s brown eyes locked
with the Inspector’s. “I was working
until around midnight because Mr. and
Mrs. Young were entertaining. I went
right to bed and was up at six, pre-
paring breakfast, which I served Mr.
Young at six-thirty,” he answered
coolly;

The Inspector frowned. ~The alibi
was a good one. If it were true, then
Simplicio could not have had the time
to go from Garden City. to Brooklyn
and back again without somehow being
noticed or detected.

Josephs summoned a uniformed offi-
cer and instructed him to stay with the
servant. .

Outside the office, Bishop said grim-
ly: “We're going to pay that dance-hall
gal a visit first. She should have
something to say, I think.”

Minutes later, Bishop and O’Hagen

pulled up before a brownstone three-—

family apartment building in West
Park Place.

A slim, blond -girl, who said she was
Marie Delvin, answered the doorbell.

Bishop said crisply. as he stepped
past her: “We’re from Police Head-
quarters, Miss Delvin.
for a man named Gavino Demiar, and
we understand you can direct us to. his
whereabouts.” rs

The girl’s eyes widened. “I don’t
know where he is,” she exclaimed.
“What's he done?”

“We don’t know yet,” Bishop said.
“We merely want to ask him some
questions about—” The Inspector
broke off suddenly, his nostrils quiver-
ing. ,“Say, what kind of perfume or
powder is that?” he demanded, staring

‘hard at her.

Startled by the unexpectedness of
the question, the girl paled. “It—it’s
lavender,” she said nervously.

Bishop whipped out the red crepe
handkerchief. “Ever see this before,
Miss Delvin?”

: Astonishment marred the dancer’s
face. “Why... it’s mine! Where did
you get it?”

“In Doctor Deely’s bedroom. Surely
you know who he is.”

Marie Delvin’s face became a study
in incredulity. “In his bedroom!” she
echoed.’ “How ... how in the world
‘did it ever get there?”

“Perhaps you forgot it—” Bishop
said softly, his voice trailing off and
his shrewd eyes watching her care-
fully. He saw perplexity and fear in
her eyes and then a mounting anger.

“What’s this all about?” she cried.
“Sure, I know Deely. But I was never
in his house. In fact, I never met the
man, don’t know what he even looks
like. I know him by name only be-
cause Gavino works for him.”

“Works for him?” Bishop repeated
alertly.

“Yes, he’s his chauffeur.”

We're looking ©

The detectives exchanged glances.
Marie Delvin had said something that
wasn’t right.

“Took here!” Bishop said..sharply.

“When did you see Gavino
Demiar?”

“Last night,” she replied. “He was
here until ten o’clock and then left
for work.” ;

“At Doctor Deely’s place?”

“That’s: where he said he was go-
ing. He said he’d come back here this
morning and give me some money I
needed for rent.” rissa

“And did he come back this morn-
ing?”

“Yes, around eight. He gave me
thirteen dollars and stayed only a few
minutes.”

“Did he get that money from Doctor
Deely?” *

“No,” Marie Delvin replied, “he
didn’t. He said he’d been asked by the
Doctor’s assistant, Doctor Sprague,
whom he met on the way, to work as
an extra at a party he had on that
night. He went along and got twenty-
one dollars for it.” N :

It was obvious, terribly obvious, that
somewhere something was radically
wrong. :

“Where,” Bishop cracked, “is De-
miar now?” ie

Marie Delvin said she didn’t know;
that Demiar had left without saying
where he was going.

As Bishop fingered the perfumed
handkerchief he wondered. Was Marie
Delvin telling the truth? Was she sin-
cere in believing that Demiar still was
in the Doctor’s employ? How did her
handkerchief get into the dead man’s
bedroom? ;

“Miss Delvin,” he said at length,
“you better tell us just what your ac-
tions were at four o’clock this morning
or you'll be. finding yourself seriously
involved.” :

Several long moments went by be-
fore the surprise and shock released
the trembling dancer. Haltingly she
accounted for herself as being in bed
at the time. She added that she awoke
around four o’clock, and not being
able to fall asleep again she phoned
Demiar at the Doctor’s place for no
other reason than to chat with him.
But there was no answer to her ring.
Just as she was about to hang up, she
said, a woman’s voice said, “Hello.”
She started to ask for Gavino but
changed her mind and hung -up in-.

last

. stead.

‘This light on the identity of the
mysterious phone caller only served to
complicate the puzzle. Did Marie Del-
vin phone only for the purpose of a
chat? Or was there some other pur-
pose for the call? 3
* Under the circumstances there were
but two things to do. Take Marie Del-
vin in for further examination, and
get Gavino Demiar.

BIsHOE obtained a snapshot of the
chauffeur from her and then took
the protesting girl to Headquarters. .

While a check-up was being made on
the dancer, O’Hagen, Bishop, Senff
and hundreds of detailed detectives day
and night combed all Filipino-inhabit-
ed and frequented resorts, dance halls,
theaters, restaurants, social clubs and
even boarding-houses. But no sign, no
hint of Demiar’s presence or where-
abouts was to be found.

One morning, a week after Doctor
Deely’s murder, O’Hagen confronted
Inspector Bishop. .

“Inspector,” he began, “I doubt that
Demiar’s still in New York. If he’s
involved in this mess and trying to
hide, he’d go to a city with almost as
many Filipinos as New York so he
wouldn’t be so noticeable. As he
couldn’t go very far, because I don’t
think he’d have very much money, I
suggest that we direct our search to
Philadelphia.”

That same afternoon O’Hagen en-
trained for Philadelphia.

For two days he tirelessly visited
dance-halls, clubs and every other
kind of resort frequented by Filipinos,

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which had been sunk into the floor. In
a few minutes a regulation prize ring was
set up and the two men battled for the
enjoyment of the other patrons.
Occasionally the men would wrestle.

It was here that some one introduced the ,

stranglehold where by the proper pres-
sure on the windpipe you could force
your opponent to lose consciousness. Be-
cause it was so easy to crush the larynx
or hold the pressure too long, many died
and the hold was officially barred from
the sport of wrestling.

The unsavory reputation of the rough
and tumble saloons started the Bowery
on its downward path. One saloon be-
came headquarters for professional beg-
gars who gathered nightly and stacked
their unneeded crutches high in a corner
while they made merry. Another saloon
was known as “Suicide Hall.” During the
seven years of its existence dozens of
men and women killed themselves there.

But strangely enough the unwhole-
some reputation was, for a time, a boon
to the street. Slumming parties became
the fashionable rage for the wealthy and
for thrill-seeking out-of-town visitors.
Tourist guides known as “Jobbygows”
sprang into existence. The Bowery be-
came a pickpocket’s paradise.

The criminal world then was divided
into castes. Yegg men only blew safes
and looked with scorn upon those who
ripped the “cans” open. The present day
efficient pickpocket squad as detailed in
another article in this magazine, had not
been organized and the nimble-fingered
thieves set themselves up as the cream of
crookdom.

All looked down at the fringe of
hangers-on who had no special craft.
These men were contemptuously referred
to as “mugs,” patrons of the Schooner
Houses with the large mugs of beer.

As the tourists increased the mugs
suddenly found a profitable business.
They worked together with, the lobby-
gows. The guides would take a tourist to

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a deserted spot where three of the mugs
were waiting. Here two of them would
set upon the tourist and bend his body
backward while the third butted him in
the abdomen. The tourist would drop
unconscious and the mugs would empty
his pockets. This was the birth of the
crime of mugging, named after the mugs
who used this crude method of com-

mitting robbery.

™@ THE STRANGLEHOLD gave the
muggers an improvement in their tech-
nique. Since at least three men were
needed for a mugging the returns were
small unless they struck it lucky. But

if one grasped the victim by the throat:

from behind and squeezed it with the
crook of the arm, a third man no longer
was needed to butt the prey unconscious.
Muggers now began to work in pairs.
The reader will notice the striking
similarity between the methods used by
the original Bowery muggers and the
pair who attacked LaRose, the printer.
The drop in tourists and increased

police vigilance brought an end to the:

mugging attacks on the Bowery.
‘The revival of the crime in Harlem has

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added a new touch—the dread ‘switch-
blade” knife. This is a single blade knife,
usually razor sharp, with a small button
on the handle that releases the blade by
spring action. A twist on the button and
the blade shoots out ready for immediate
action. When the Harlem muggers began
to roam the streets they used the knife
to silence their victims. Mugging rob-
beries turned into mugging murders.
The mugging form of robbery has
spread like a cancerous growth to other
cities. Today the word appears with fre-
quency in newspapers throughout the
nation in describing purely local crimes.
Let us go back to the. morning of Oc-

tober 2nd, 1942, when the murder of.

Private Berkowitz centered attention on
the crime of mugging.

It was shortly after 7 a.M., War Time,
and the streets still were bathed in the
flat, gray light of early morning as Moe
Feidelbaum, a letter carrier, made one
of the first stops on his route. He had
several letters for the Reverend Jose
Gomez, pastor of Our Lady of the Mir-
aculous Medal Church at 114th Street
and St. Nicholas Avenue in Harlem.

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of a Hitchcock movie thriller. East
102nd Street near New York City’s
Harlem section was dark and deserted
in the dimout at two o’clock on the
morning of February 4th, 1943. Vincent
LaRose, a printer, turned into the street
on his way home from work. Stalking
behind and gradually creeping up.closer
to him were two men. And still farther
back on the street a police prowl car
inched along—shadowing the stalkers.

Suddenly the two stalkers went into
action. They sprang on the back of the
unsuspecting printer. One of them
hooked his arm around LaRose’s throat
and bent his body backwards. Caught
unaware by the attack and his breath
shut off, the printer was helpless. As
his body sagged back the other attacker
swiftly rifled his pockets.

But as the two men launched the at-
tack, two patrolmen leaped out of the
prowl car. “Get your hands up,” they
commanded.

The startled thieves dropped the dazed
printer and sprinted away. The officers
fired several warning shots into the air
and when their quarry failed to stop
sent several bullets at the fleeing forms.

One of the men darted into the hall-
way of a house with the officers in pur-
suit. Halfway up a flight of stairs the
fugitive stiffened and then toppled to
the foot of the steps.. He was dead with
a bullet in his chest. In his pockets police
found a pay. envelope stolen from La-
Rose. The second man escaped.

The city newspapers later that day
dismissed the story with a few , short
paragraphs. It was just, another mug-
ging story in New York where less than
twenty-four hours before three Harlem
youths had been sentenced to die in the
electric chair, for a mugging murder.

What is mugging? Until the summer
of 1942 the word seldom appeared in
newspapers outside of Metropolitan New
York. On June 18th, Stanley Kolbucz,
a war worker from Holyoke, Massachu-
setts, in New York City on his vacation,
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into the hallway of a Harlem building.
The story received prominence because
doctors performed a rare stitched-heart
operation in an effort to save his life.
He died two weeks after the operation.
News stories mentioned that he was the
victim of a mugging attack, without de-
fining the word “mugging.”

On October..2nd. another murder in
Harlem hit page one in many newspapers
throughout the country. This time it was
a soldier, Private Edwin Berkowitz,
twenty-two years old, attached to the
Medical Division at Fort Monmouth,
New Jersey. One glance at the body
told the story to the veteran officers who
had raced to the scene.

“He was mugged,” they agreed.

The word mugging came into popular
usage in New York several years ago
in describing a series of robberies that
were plaguing police in tempestuous,
overcrowded and fun-loving Harlem.
Collectors for insurance companies, for
public utilities and milkmen were being
held up in the dark halls of the older
slum dwellings.

The attacks were similar. The electric
light bulbs would be out in the hallways
and the victims’ throats would be seized
from behind by gangs lurking on dark-
ened landings. While several held the
victim, others would take money from
his pockets. Occasionally the collectors
would be hit on the head with a pipe
and sometimes, if they fought back, they
would be stabbed.

Since those attacked seldom caught
more than a glimpse of their assailants,
arrests were few and convictions difficult
to obtain. Collectors began to travel in
pairs followed by police plainclothesmen.
After a number of shooting scrapes
during which several muggers . were
killed, the attacks on collectors fell off.

The muggers sought and found new
victims. Birthplace of the hot jive school
of music and of the flamboyant zoot suit,
Harlem’s cabarets and dance halls attract
thousands of visitors nightly who add to
the. congestion of the district. The latest
police census shows that 700,347 persons

hind and kill when war's dimout darkens city streets

live crowded within Harlem’s few square
miles, making it one of the most densely
populated ‘areas in the world.

The visitors became the prey of the
muggers particularly if they had imbibed
too freely or had wandered off the lighted
thoroughfares.

Because a number of the mugging at-
tacks... occurred in..Harlem,.a belief has
grown that this crime originated in that
section of New York City. The actual
crime of mugging is over one hundred
years old and began on a single mile-
long thoroughfare running from Houston
Street to Chatham Square—the Bowery
of New York.

The Bowery in those days was not the
street of lost humanity with its 25-cent
flophouses and nickel whisky “smoke”
joints that it is today. The Bowery then
was the entertainment center of the city.
Noted theatres and good restaurants
lined the avenue.

The nightly concentration of crowds
on the single street proved a great temp-
tation to thieves. The horse cars, dimly
oil-lamp lighted, were infested with
pickpockets. The street also was a
mecca for free-spending sailors. Many
of them hurried off their ships to the
Bowery and saw little else of New York
during their stay. .

Gradually there were built up sharp
lines of demarcation in the various
saloons and restaurants. At the top were
the high-class cabarets with the pick of
entertainment and the best of food that
were patronized by the “swells.” At the
bottom were the “Schooner Houses”
where you could obtain a
beer and all the food you could eat for a
nickel or a dime. Waiters carried knock-
out drops in their pockets to slip into the
drinks of customers who looked pros-
perous enough to rob.

The “free and easies”
the rougher element. Here it was simple
enough to pick a fight. You threw the
centents of your glass of beer into the
other man’s face. That was a signal for
the bartenders to come up with the ring

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through a door slot he glanced down into
a basement areaway running around the
side of the church building fifteen feet
below the sidewalk. A few moments
later he was pounding on the rectory
door.

“There’s a dead soldier in the area~-
way,” he told the startled parish priest.
They hurriedly put a call through to
Police Headquarters.

Detectives from the West 123rd Street
station house were the first to respond
and they were joined a short time later
by Captain James C. Pritchard, com-
mander of tiie detective district.

The soldier lay in a pool of blood with
a stab wound in his left chest. His pockets
were empty, turned inside out, and his
identification disc and papers were miss-
ing. His nose was broken, one eye was
black and blue and his face was marked
with cuts and bruises—mute evidence of
the terrific battle he had put up for his
life.

These factors told the officers that the
soldier had been a victim of muggers.

He had fought valiantly until one of them
had produced a knife and plunged the
blade into his heart.

About fifty feet from the body detec-
tives found a special Army leave pass
and a letter which identified the soldier
as Private Berkowitz.

The brutal murder of a soldier on
church property aroused the public.
Newspaper reporters dug into records
and discovered that five other persons,
including Kolbucz, the Holyoke war
worker, had been killed in Harlem in
mugging attacks since January Ist, 1942,
a matter of ten months. In addition five
other soldiers, some of them Canadian
and Australian officers, had been injured
in attacks by muggers during this period.

Police Commissioner Lewis J. Valen-
tine issued a statement saying that every
one of the five murders and each mug-
ging attack on a member of the armed
forces had been solved with the culprits
under arrest.

This excellent record is due to the
determination of Detective Captain Prit-

s, such as Steve Brodie's saloon. Some-
'd be set upon by muggers and robbed

chard. A veteran of thirty-six years on
the force, he has been commander of the,
Sixth Detective District, which embraces
the Harlem area, for over eight years. The
toughest beat in the city, his district
stretches from 86th Street in upper
Yorkville where Mayor LaGuardia lives
in Gracie Mansion, the official residence
of New York’s Mayor, to 160th Street,
which is at the far edge of the Polo
Grounds, home of the New York Giants
baseball team.

Harlem has four station houses, two
on the East Side and two on the West
Side, with the latter pair averaging
3,000 arrests a month. There are 125
detectives attached to the four Harlem
squads.

Although widely known for its colored
population, the Negroes make up only
forty per cent of the residents of Harlem.
The outer edge at upper Yorkville is Ger-
man. Up to 103rd Street from Second
Avenue to Central Park, is predominant-
ly Irish. First Avenue is Italian. Spanish-
speaking people (Continued on page 109)

39


Berween THREE AND FOUR in the
afternoon of Friday, June 21st, 1946,
three boys were bathing in a quarry
pond at the foot of Manhattan Street,
Buffalo, New York.

One, fourteen-year-old Richard Knup-
fer, became interested in an old raft,
set in motion by the undulations of the
water. Sensing added fun, he swam
toward it. As he drew near he was
startled to see an arm projecting from
beneath the raft. It appeared to be
waving to him to come nearer. Dread
seized the boy. Shouting back to his
companions, he swam to shore. Dress-

ing hastily he went in search of a po--

liceman, having sensibly decided that
this was the right thing to do. He
found one almost at once and led him
back to the quarry where he pointed out
the beckoning hand to the officer.
Realizing there must be a dead person
beneath the raft, the policeman hurried
to a telephone to report a drowning.
Soon the news of the finding of a body
reached police headquarters. The call
was relayed to Detective Sergeant Harry
Klenk, head of the Buffalo Homicide
Squad. ?
Detectives Sylvester Delaney, John
Green and Edward Dux were detailed
to the quarry in case the drowning gave

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evidence that a crime had
been committed. The body
was brought ashore and laid
on the rough shale beach. It
was of a man clad in khaki
shirt and trousers, and the
three officers discussed the
cause of death while awaiting
the arrival of Medical Ex-
aminer Dr. Rocco E. DeDo-
minicis.

Making an on-the-spot ex-
amination, the doctor came to
the conclusion that the man
had died from a badly fractured skull.

“Murder, suicide or accident?” asked
one of the detectives.

The medical examiner shook his head
thoughtfully.

“l’m not prepared to say definitely,”
he replied. “It seems quite conceivable
that he may have fallen or thrown
himself from up there. If he struck
the ledge, which he almost must have
done, that would account for these frac-
tures. From the ledge the body would
have rolled into the water, which looks
to be about twenty feet. below.”

“How about water in the lungs?”

“There doesn’t seem to be any.” He
shrugged. “There’s the difficulty. He’s
been dead at least ten days.”

“This soldier was

a murder victim

The body was removed to
the morgue for a complete ex-
amination. While it was no
problem to determine that
severe skull fractures had
probably brought death, it
was impossible to say whether
these had come from a fall or
from a beating.

It wasn’t until Medical Ex-
aminer DeDominicis and Dr.
Samuel Sanes, pathologist of
the Meyer Memorial Hospital,
went over the body inch by
inch, that they discovered something
which enabled them to speak more defi-
nitely. Under a swelling beneath the
right eye they found a bullet wound.

Chief of Detectives William Fitzgib-
bons was notified. He immediately called
in Detective Sergeant Klenk and they
together discussed the case at length.
It was the Chief’s idea that the draining
of the quarry might be helpful. “‘There’s
a chance,” he observed to Klenk, “that
the gun that fired that bullet is lying
at the bottom of the quarry. Anyway,
Ta suggest that you g0 out there and
see what you can turn up.”

With other officers, the Homicide Chief
drove to the quarry. The only article
of interest they found was a man’s coat.

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swelling beneath the
‘und a bullet wound.
ives William Fitzgib-
He immediately called
ant Klenk and they
{1 the case at length.
idea that the draining
nt be helpful. “There’s
served to Klenk, “that
ad that bullet is lying
the quarry. Anyway,
you go out there and
wn turn up.”
ers, the Homicide Chief
urry. The only article
ound was a man’s coat.

er small

ter word

‘In it was an army identification tag— .

nothing more.
The officers returned to headquarters,

where the Chief and Klenk discussed x
the possible value of the tag as a means Yds
of identification. AWN

“If this tag belongs to him,” com- a
mented Klenk, “then it must have been

overlooked by whoever removed every- IN
thing from the pockets to hide the SS
identity.”

“That can be taken for granted,”
agreed Fitzgibbons, “but what we can’t
take for granted is that this coat be-
longed to the dead man. That might
be a difficult thing to prove if we are
ever called on to do it.”

The two officers mulled over this
problem. Finally Chief Fitzgibbons said,
“Let’s get Mike Gimbrone in here and
see what he can do. I doubt whether
he can take fingerprints from that corpse,
but that’s the best thing we know of to
make an identification . stick.”

“And the teeth may help,’ added
Klenk.

Michael Gimbrone, photographer and
fingerprint expert of the. Buffalo Police
Department, was sent for. “Yes,” he
said, “I’ve seen the body.” Then he
shrugged. .‘“‘Whether I can. get finger-
prints for you or not, I wouldn’t promise,

ou,
Y

Yy
We

fhe frightened girl looked up the
dimly lighted stairway. A body
was slowly moving down, step by
step, propelled by a reaching foot

ai


but I’ll try.” Then he went to work.

Gimbrone succeeded in a way neither
of the officers expected. Painstakingly,
the clever young expert worked on the
left hand of the corpse and finally drew
the whole skin carefully from it. He
placed this in a container filled with
alcohol to thoroughly cleanse it. Then
fastening it to a cylindrical bottle, he
prepared the fingers for the printing
and rolled the bottle across the paper.
All the prints came clear. Next he took
casts of the teeth.

“Now we've got something,” said Chief’

Fitzgibbons when he saw the result of
Gimbrone’s ingenuity. “This man has
probably served in the Army; or maybe

he was in the National Guard. The FBI, -

I understand, has fingerprints of all
service men, turned over to them by
the Army. We'll get them to check
these prints. And, to make sure, we’ll
send the teeth casts to National Guard
headquarters.”

Both these matters were got under

“obtained the victim’s
prints in a strange way

way. Meanwhile, the following descrip-
tion of the man from the quarry was
checked against those of missing per-
sons on’ file at headquarters: A man
around twenty-one years of age, five
feet, six-and-one-half inches tall; blue-
gray or brown eyes; wearing brown
“Heywood”. shoes, size 6% D, with
Goodyear heels.

The description fitted no missing per-
son listed.

‘Chief Fitzgibbons and Klenk visited
the quarry pond and directed a search
of the ledge around it. The searchers
found no bloodstains or other &vidence
that a crime had been committed. But
there had been heavy rains so that this
was not conclusive.

Within a week, answers from the
FBI in Washington and from the Na-
tional Guard headquarters lay on Com-
missioner Thomas J. McMahon’s desk.
The dead man had served in the United
States Army and was a member of the
New York National Guard. With the
latter he was AWOL. He had failed
to report at Peekskill for summer
maneuvers. He was identified as Joseph
Serio, twenty-three, last-known ad-
dress, 124 West Avenue, Buffalo.

This information was turned over to
Klenk and he drove to the address.
Talking to the landlady of the rooming
house, he learned that Serio had moved
three months before. The explanation
he had given to her was that he wished
to be near the girl he expected to marry.

“Who was this girl?” asked Klenk.

The woman shook her head. “I don’t
believe I ever heard her name.”

“Know anything about her at all?”
asked Klenk.

“As I recall, Mr. Serio did tell me

en ee

once that she was of Syrian parentage.
She lives in Niagara Falls.”

“Surely Serio must have called her
by some name when he referred to her,”
suggested Klenk. :

“Pye been thinking of that since you
asked. Now it comes back to me. He
used to call her ‘Emily.’”

And though Klenk prodded and prod-
ded, he could get no more than this.

Leaving West Avenue, the officer drove
to Niagara Falls, twenty-five miles
away. He went directly to police head-
quarters. Placing his problem before
Chief Considine, he learned that there
was a small Syrian settlement in the
city.

Klenk was glad he had brought with
him Detectives John Schott, Francis
Russert and Thomas Davis. With the
four men working as quickly as pos-
sible. through the Syrian quarter, seek-
ing a girl named Emily who knew a
youth named Serio, they finally found
her. Her name was Emily Koury and
she lived on Niagara Street. Her brother
Abe and Joseph Serio were friends. She
was an attractive brunette and Klenk
sized her up as a most sensible young
woman who could be counted on to be
of help in solving the mystery of the
death of her husband-to-be. He didn’t
tell her immediately that Serio- was
dead. He wanted her to avoid that shock
before answering his questions.

His first query was, “Can you tell me
where Joseph Serio is?”

“I wish I knew,” she replied. “I’ve
been worrying about him for days and
it’s strange I don’t hear anything.”

“When did you see him last?”

“June ninth was the last day I saw
him. When he left he made a date to
see me two days later. He was due to
leave with his regiment for their sum-
mer encampment.”

She added that he had called to her
reminding her of this as he drove away.

“Then he had a car,” observed Klenk.
“What kind?”

“It was a Studebaker—a tan-colored
car—a two-door 1942 model. It had
red wheels and I think some of the hub

“It was a 1942 Studebaker
with red wheels,” the girl
said, describing car (below)

caps we)
of them
“Fine,”
number?’
Emily
Klenk ¢
ing of th
collapsed
When s
no reason

man. “H

said. “H

Questio:

suffered f)
strong en
she had se
her to go
had refus:
be too col

So far t}
conclusive
Ppapermen

rio case

er.

This, of
officers’ id
selves abo
they had
they had ;
What the ;

fond of sw

ing spells .

murder.

_ On Klen

in touch w

license nun

It was NE

This num
immediate],
and broadce:
near. The
published ir

The next
phone call
Niagara Fa]
the item at
Niagara Fa)
the police de
held for hay
Possession.
bill of sale
wasn’t satigfi
as soon as

“e .
Write
rio,’ ”

er Thom

oT rane

oa
-

; of Syrian parentage.
ra Falls.”

must have called her
‘en he referred to her,

king of that since you
ymes back to me. He
Emily.’ ”

enk rodded and prod-
et no more than this.
\venue, the officer drove
lls, twenty-five miles
directly to police head-
ng his problem before
he learned that there
rrian settlement in the

ad he had brought with
John Schott, Francis
1omas Davis. With the

caps were missing. I know at least two
of them were.”

“Fine,” said Klenk. ‘‘Know the license
number?” .

Emily shook her head.

Klenk then broke the news of the find-
ing of the body of Serio, and the girl
collapsed. ;

When she recovered, she could give
no reason for anyone killing the young
man, “He made so many friends,” she
said. “He was that kind of man.”

Questioned further, she. said Joe had
suffered from fainting spells when under
strong emotional stress. The last time
she had seen him he had tried to induce
her to go swimming with him, but she
had refused, thinking the water would
be too cold.

So far the evidence of murder was not

could be made of the men and the. car.

Klenk left immediately, taking with
him Detectives Frank Quinn and John
Foy. They arrived at Niagara Falls
shortly before eight ‘in the evening and
from that time until five the following
morning, they grilled the two young men
concerning their possession of the Stude-
baker car.

-They were two brothers, Arnold and
Harold Geary. Both said they had
bought the car in good faith from a
stranger and paid him one thousand
dollars. They showed the bill‘of sale
to Klenk and added that the man had
refused a check, insisting on cash. Their
mother had thereupon gone to the bank
and withdrawn the thousand dollars,
while the two boys arranged the details
for the transfer of the car.

come suspicious at once. And more so,
when the. seller refused to accept your
check.”

The detective handed the bill of sale
to Arnold and the expression on the
faces of the two boys as they examined
it did much to convince Klenk that they
had been tricked. They were plainly

‘ surprised. The mother, who had with-

drawn the money for the car from the
bank, later substantiated her sons’ sto-
ries. Klenk finally absolved them from
any connection with the fraud.

“’m sorry,” he told them. “Naturally
we've been suspicious because the real
owner has been found dead., I’m mighty
glad to learn that you are both wholly
innocent in the matter. It looks, though,
as if you boys are going to be out that

thousand dollars, for the crook who sold
the car to you didn’t own it.”

If the Gearys hadn’t been so trusting
of their fellowmen, they would have
become suspicious when the tricky seller
demanded (Continued on page 79)

‘ing as quickly as pOSs-
je Syrian quarter, seek-
ied Emily who knew a
serio, they finally found
2 was Emily Koury and -
igara Street. Her brother
1 Serio were friends. She
ive brunette and Klenk
is a most sensible young
suld be counted on to be
ving the mystery of the
\usband-to-be. Boer re .
iately that Serio-
ee engl avoid that shock
ing his questions.
jam goed “Can you tell me
Serio is?” a
cnew,” she replied. “I’ve
z about him for days and |
~ don’t hear anything.”
you see him last?”
n was the last day I saw
he left he made a date to
lays later. He was due to
is regiment for their sum-

nent.” :
that he had called to her

conclusive and official reports to news-
papermen were to the effect that the
— case had yet to be proved a mur-

er. ig

This, of course, was in line with en
officers’ idea of not committing them-
selves about the death of Serio until
they had something definite: So far
they had no absolute proof of murder.
What the girl had said about Joe being
fond of swimming’ and subject to faint-
ing spells did not support the theory of
murder.

On Klenk’s return to Buffalo he got
in touch with Albany and obtained the
license number of the Serio Studebaker.
It was N.F. 3462. ;

This number and the description were
immediately put on the police :teletype
and broadcast to police stations far and
near. The car’s disappearance was also
published in newspapers.

The next day Klenk received a tele-
phone call from Chief Considine in
Niagara Falls. Two young men had seen
» the item about the missing car in the
. Niagara Falls Gazette and had visited
sr of this as he drove away. . the police department. They were being
had a car,” observed Klenk. | held for having the automobile in their
ria _ possession. The men had exhibited a

Studebaker—a tan-colored } ill of sale from Serio, but the Chief
-door 1942 model. It had wasn’t satisfied. Would Klenk come over
and I think some of the hub as soon as possible so that disposition

The police officers remained dubious.
Klenk examined the bill of sale and sat
up sharply as he read. The name ap-
pearing on the document had _ been
signed “Joesph Serio.”

Turning suddenly to Arnold he asked,
“How do you spell Joseph?” é

The young man spelled it correctly
and added, “Why?”

“How do you spell it, Harold?”

The brother also spelled the name
accurately. :

“Both you young men spelled the name
Joseph correctly,” explained Klenk. “On
this bill of sale the name Joseph is
spelled ‘Joesph.’ Doesn’t it. strike you
as odd that you should have accepted
a bill of sale on which the owner’s
name is spelled wrongly? No matter
how badly a man may spell, everyone
expects him to know how to spell his
own name. Seems to me that when you
saw that signature you would have be-

Chief of Detectives Fitz-
4. gibbons suggested that
the quarry be drained

vas a 1942 Studebaker 4 “Write the name ‘Joseph Se-
red wheels,” the girl ‘ rio,’ instructed Commission-
describing car (below) er Thomas J. McMahon (below)

ar ¢ Klenk and a police matron, the young wife of the
the corner of the attic where “Joe” was first attacked

se 23


b % oe 4 »
peat gh, ek Bary, oe as :

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Frail little Mary Gray, ‘whose brutal murder’
the city. She was found crouched against the. se :
the bed, in an attitude of prayer—beaten ‘and_ de

DAVIS, Walter, black, elec. NY (Kings) September 8, 1949

es di ? .

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LUST SLAYIN

T was a fear-tinged night of horror that was to be long re-
membered by the residents. of Madison Street, where nor-
mally nothing ever happens.

It started in that eerie hour before the dawn, when darkness
cloaked the neighborhood and every strange sound was multi-
plied a hundred fold. It was such a sound that brought Mrs.
Mary O'Reilly into wide-eyed wakefulness from a fitful slum-
ber. She turned her head sharply, staring towards the front
window of the first floor apartment. Once again she heard the
sound of furtive fumbling—a thin, whispering rattle as some-
one pressed against the window pane.

Resolutely Mrs. O’Reilly swung out of bed, moved quietly
across the darkened room. Then, with a swift, determined ges-
ture, she flung the window up.

In the gray darkness outside, a man was standing. He was
tall, and thin—his brown costume and brown features a gaunt
and menacing pattern against the murky gray of the street
beyond.

“What are you doing here?” Mrs. O'Reilly snapped coura-
geously. “What do you want?”

The figure in somber brown stared back at her for a long,
tense moment. Then he mumbled in a low voice, “I’m looking
for Marie...”

It was exactly 3:45 a.m. Later, she was to remember this.

Back under the covers, sleep evaded Mrs. O'Reilly. Strangely,
she was more nervous now than she had been when actually
confronting the lurking stranger. She wondered if he had really
gone, and where he was now, and what he was doing...

And finally her doubts nagged her into getting up again, and
once again going to the front window. Carefully she peered
out, and then her heart gave a little catch. For the man was
still there, standing motionless on the stoop of the house next
door.

Thoroughly frightened now, Mrs. O’Reilly swirled about and
hurried to the telephone. And within a matter of minutes the
night stillness was broken by the roar of squad cars converging
on the little house in Madison Street, and Mrs. O'Reilly was
telling her story of the menacing prowler to the police.

For the next ten minutes the police currycombed the neigh-
borhood, peering into areaways, scouring the cluttered back-
yards, But there was no sign of any lurking stranger.

The man—whoever he might have been, whatever his motive—
had disappeared.

The police left, finally, but Mrs. O’Reilly was far from feel-
ing at ease. For somehow the fact that the police had uncov-
ered nothing in their routine search simply served to heighten

in the apartment
went out into the

A moment later
where they sat anc

By that time, it

Young John O'}
they heard the sc
the basement sat
nameless fear. [!
first floor.

The screams we
of the house. An¢
a neighbor from
name, what's wre

In answer they
then they were ru
ment occupied by

They stood ba:
next door who w
the door of the a

A moment late
him, to stop shor

For Mary Gra»
of the divan she
of prayer. There

aged, shriveled t

She was dead

NCE again
O early pre-(
was no routine,
two hundred p
searching every
farer.

New York Cit
and Patrick F
Mary Gray's att

“There’s no Marie here,” Mrs. O’Reilly said shortly. “Get her nervous apprehension. And she had an odd, persistent pre- ined by D..
along with you now before I call the police!” monition that with the police gone, danger had returned... Donald, ar
She slammed the window shut, and stood watching for the Sleep was impossible. She contented herself for a bit by talk- Henry Dw
moment it took until the dark prowler turned slowly away. ing to her son John, thirteen, who had been awakened by the with a burr

Finally she started back to bed, noting the time as she did so.

8

excitement. Then she heard Mrs. Nellie Wilson, a widow living

FAMOUS POLICE CASES, March, 1949


directly in front of the gallows. Sheriff Hodgson meanwhile had passed, with
Deacons around to the opening in the railing through which they stepped upon
the platform. The sheriff then adjusted the straps to the lower limbs, Deac-
ons assisting him as far as lay in his power. Up to this tmhme there had not
been the slightest shadow of a tremor and it was evident the boy would carry
out his determination to pass through the terrible ordeal without losing
his nervee The black cap was then taken by the sheriff from the post on whict
it rested. Deacons spoke in a low tone to the sheriff. The latter replied
and then asked him if he was guilty of the murder of Mrs. Stone. Deagons
said 'innocent,' then Inoked directly at the priests. 'Friends, the law is

ebout to take the life of an innocent man; that is all I have to day.'
Bheriff Hodgson adjusted the black cap, placed the noose around his neck and
touched the spring. The drop fell and * the body shot down. For an instant
the body was suspended in perfect quiet, then there were several movements
of the legs and a few conyulsive gasps, after which all outward motion ceased,
Sheriff Hodgson, to prevent the feet from resting on the floor, pulled on
the rope and lifted the body a foot or more, holding ft for some time, The
statement of the physicians, Drs. Mandeville and Dow, was as follows:: 'At
10:24 agm., the drop fell; at 10:25, pulse 112; at 16:26, pulse 1323 at
10:28, pulse 104; at 10: 31, gach 73; at 10:33, pulse B43 at 10:35, no pulse
action on the wrist3 at 10: 23 no action of the heart3 at 10:44, the body
was cut GOWN. * The body was then placed in a neat coffin by Undertaker Jeff-
freys. The features were not badly drawn and looked very natured, the neck
having been broken, The remains were then placed in the hearse and conveyed
to Mount Hope, where they were interred ih a single grave, purchased by
Sheriff Hodgson, in the new part of the cemetery...eA force of police under
Lt. McDermott and” Baird, assisted by the following Deputy Sheriffs, under
command of Under Sheriff George Lane, stood guard outside the jail: Isaac W,
Salyards, Frank L. Hawléy, Walter J. "White, Nathan S. Perkins, Oscar E, Ni-
chols, Herbert M,. Abbott, "Charles Miller, Howard Manly, Ga; ‘lord Hatch, John
Dawthra, Frederick Relyea, Dana B. Olney, and Special Beaty Sheriffs’
Christ, "Heilbron, Isaac Buyck, George T. Lewis. Mrs. Van Schouten, sister
of Deacons, went "tb the cemetery with Sheriff Hodgson in a top DUEEY s She
seemed deeply affected,
"Edward A, Deacons passed his last night on earth in a peculiar manner for
a man who was to be hanged within a few hours. At 7 o'clock he received his
sister and she remained with him until after 8, Father Butler then arrived
and he spent half an hour or so talking to the condemned man, giging him
consolation. > At 9:15 o'clock the newspapermen and a few others were allowed
t> go upstairs to the room occupied by the death watch, off which is a tier
of 3 cells, the center one occupicd by Deacons. Deacons was allowed the
liberty of the room and hallway. As soon as he saw the reporters he beck-
oned to the representative of the UNION and went into the corridor in front
of his cell. He would allow no other reporter in the corridor. At first he
was rather nervous, but he soon gained complete control over himself and xk
started a conversation during which many subjects were discussed. Speaking
of the law firm of French & Hall, he said: 'A short time after French & Hall
took my case, French came to the jail and I asked him what he intended: to
do. He told me that he intended to get the one legged man that I cam down
with on the train to help me by his testimony] Ths man was thrown off the
train by a brakeman and wanhéd to commence a suit for damages. He also said
there was a man in Fairport who would swear that I was at his place all day
the day of the murder. Of course that could not be. I was in Rodchester and
16 persons at least saw m@ here, But the man, whoever he was, would swear as
he was told. What good would one man's, testimony, and that man a desperate
fellow he, against 16, He wanted to do great things and if I had let.
him would "have mixed the casé all up. Well, it is a mixed up case anyway.
If:the man who was thrown off the train had’ brought suit it would not have
done any good. He woura have been beaten and I guess it would have been
all right if he had,

16 Horthenalinr 6D b(iMLeo Khe Chained DB EUb yg old
Cus

DEACONS, Edward A., hanged at Rochester, N. Ye, on July 10, 1888,

"A reporter of the UNION AND ADVERTISER was with the condemned man from
j 8:30 o'clock this morning until he was taken in charge by the sheriff,
Deacons Was reclining on the cot in the guardroom and aid he was sick, He
was in excellent spirits all night, and in company with death watches
Rood, Crandal@ and Jailer Cawthers. After all visitors had departed, he ate
oranges and bananas and drank quantities of lemonade. This mixture. he said,
was the worst he had ever put in his stomach and had turned it upside down.
He complained frequently of pains in his stomach, and remarked: 'I thought
this morning I would die before my time.' He also said he was very sleepy
and felt as if he could sleep for 48 hours, 'But I can't go to sleep, ' said
he, 'be@ause I would have to jump up and put on-my bridal robe.' Crandall
suggested that he go to sleep, but Deacons said: 'No, I won't. I don't
want to get things mixed.. I am going to get my ditt. to glory, and I don't
want to get my ideas mixed. I have got 5 or 6, and I don't want too much
talk.' Deacons played: 'Home, Sweet Home! on the harmonica and said he did
not have wind enough to play anything else, and he laid the little organ
down for-the last time. Deacons conversed during the wait on various sub-
jects. He spoke of various executions but thought the Chicago Anarchists
~exhibited the greatest nerve. He said he hoped he would be feeling better
by 10 o'clock. His idea was that no matter how much nerve a man might have
if he was the least bit nervous when he stepped upon the gallows he would
break down. Deacons argued that the abolishment of the privihnege of going
to the General Term for’capital cases was a great mistake. ‘If he could
have had:a chance to go to the General Term he thought he would have got
a new trial, but said he 'they are blocking up all the avenues of escape}!
In regard to the call of his sister, Dedcons said: ' had a terrible time in
getting her to go away. Of course this is very hard on her. I was the pet
. of the family, and that's why they all feal so badly.' Getting another
twinge in his stomach, Deacons said: 'I would‘rather have snakes than such
a stomach, OH, I've had 'em, I don't drink unless I have a chance, and don!
get drtink unless I get drink enough. Wheh I had snakes I thought I was being
drowned, and of all the notorious yelling you ever heard I let out.' Deacons
felt badly because he could not eat the excellent breakfast sent up to him
this morning, and 'that's what makes me sick, to see all that good stuff
go to waste, I wish I could eat all the food in Monroe County.' All the
time it was evident that the KSA boy was struggling to keep up his nerve and
thought that to give the impression that he was not weakening he must make
frivolous or jocular remarks. He said: ‘Iam booked for 10 o'clock and
then it will be over.' Looking out of his grated window he saw the crowd on
the street and said: 'They are all here out of curiosity. Nothing in the
world would induce me to see another man executed,! Shortly after 9 o'clock
Fathers Kiernan and Butler came up stairs and Deacons for a time remained on
the cot with his eyes closed. When he got up he still complained of being
sick to his sbmmach, and was given a glass of champagne, which he said, tasted
like "sour vinegar, | He walked up and down the room with Father Kiernan a
few times and said his stomach felt somewhat better. Just before 10 o'clock
he said to the reporter: 'These pebple can't see the benefit of living 40 or
50 years. Weld, I tell you I would like to live that longe I would like to
be as old as Methusaleh.! )
"at 10:15, Sheriff Hodgson, with his attendants, pinioned Deacons, who
appeared calm and collected. When the bracelets were placed about his wrists
he said: 'those make nice cuffs, don't they. Tpese were has last words up=
stairs, He did not want the death warrant read, and the march downstairs
was taken up. Going downstairs he slipped once, but rmmarked: 'All right,
that's nothing.' At 10:21, the shuffling of feet on the stairway announced
the coming of the doomed man to those in Wwaiging in the,corridor, Sheriff
Hodgson entered, followed by Deacons, supported by Rev. Fathers Kiernan
and Butler. As soon as the party were inside the door Sheriff Hodgson led
the way to the stairway at the right leading to the first gallery. At the
, foot of the stairway the priests left the condemned man and knelt on the floor

{

DEACONS, E. A., hanged, Rochester, NY, 7-10-1888 - CONTINUED.

"Then he commenced a tirade against all the newspapers but the UNION, The

UNION, he said, was the only paper that 'put things straight.' ‘If the

other papers had had their own way.in the case I would have been hanged long
before I had any trial at all.' Then, seeing a reporter for a morning

paper looking through the doorway, he exclaimed: 'What a sensation there
would be if I should grab this chair (the one on which he was- sitting) and
make a dash out into that room} Why, the stairway would not be half wide
enough for that crowd. Some of them would try to jump. out of the window, but
they couldn't. There's no getting out of these bars, I tell you. Just ima-
gine that big fellow with the black clothes and high hat going down those
stairs head first. Wouldn't it be funny?' Deacons laughed loudly as if he
could see in his mind's eye the tall form of the reporter. going down. Then
suddenly becoming serious again, he said: 'I want you to make this statement
for me. It has been circulated around that I entered the Catholic “hurch
simply to get the help the Catholics could give me. That is not so. The
Vatholic Church was my choice. I think as far as.help.is concerned that I
could have got more help from Protestants than Catholics. One of the most
prominent ministers in town was very angry when he heard I had joined the
Catholic Churék. But you mustn't mind what anyone else thinks in regard. to
church matters. You must think for yourself or else you will come out on

the little end of the horn every time.' 'Oh, say, I want you to put in your
paper that I am very much obliged to my counsel for what he has done for

me. Mr. Davis,worked hard, long and faithfully and I am perfectly satisfied
with what he has done for me. No man could do more. I was convicted on
prejudice, not evidence, and no lawyer could have saved me, .It was all fixed
and went fhe way. it was fixed.' Then the condemned man spoke his his. sis-
ter, saying: 'She feels all bpoke up over this matter. Some people never can
stand trouble. Now with me it's different. I don't worry. Of course the
execution will take place but then the pain won't last long. I will soon be
where' phe law can't bring me back. I'll bet some people picture me as a big,
bearded man with long black hair; a regular desperado. But I ain't. I am
not very fierce looking, but just the same I don't borrow. trouble, Sheriff
Hodgson is a nice man. He is.a gentleman and his wife is a lady and a nice
one, too. She feels sorry for me. “ut I think the Sheriff is more sorrye

I never want to meet a nicer man than Mr. Hodgson. .Of course he will have

to do the work tomorrow, but.he don't want to, It's his duty and he has got
to do it. It won't take long, so he won't be bothered very much. rthur
Crandall and Elmer Rood are mighty nice men too. So are all the attendants
around the jail. They have all been good to me.' At this point the party in
the outer room went downstairs , and a lunch was brought soon after. When
the reporters and visitors again entered the room Deacons was playing euchre
with Jailor Cawthra for a pattner against Messrs. Crandall and Rood. He did
not appear greatly interested in the game but played his hand well. It was
noticable that he could not keep track of the count. He explained to the
visitors that his side was winning because he had Jailor Cawtra for a part-
ner. Mr. Cawthha, he said, could pull anybody through. Another lunch was
brought in and Deacons announced as soon as he saw it that 'he would soon mak
that look sick.' As quick as his hand was.played he rose, and picking up a
banana said: 'I'll start on soft stuff and go through the rest afterward,'

He.managed to eat.three bananas but it was plain he did not enjoy them. He

went into his cell and an attendant asked him if he did not want some coffee,
He refused the coffee but said he would like a glass of lemonade. It was
given him. The visitors again went downstairs and were prepared to leave
when the condemned was heard singing 'Where is my wandering boy, tonight?!
the watches joining in the chorus. Back went the reporters and another

hour was spent listening to the man singing. He sung 'Over There,! ‘Beulah
Land,' and 'In the Sweet Bye and Bye.' Then Deputy Sheriff Hawley entered
she room and Deacons asked him to bring up his violin and entertain the
guests of the evening. Mr. Hawley did so and Deacons Was the most interested
listener to the sweet music. At the request of the UNION reporter, Deacons


pat

Black female

"Executions have been few and far between in Ulster
County. During the Revolution Several Tories were
hung. They were “Spies. There is a tradition

an infant of which she was the nurse. She gave the exe
cuse for the murder that she was tired of taking care

Eouse in Kingston," KINGSTON DAILY FREEMAN, Kingston,
Ne# York, May 19, 1886, From Hearn who states that
court records for Ulster for period are lost. An
editorial on the day of Willet's execution in 1886
ftases boat, this was the first Ulster Co, execution in

all of which ties in.

around her neck to keep her still. I tied.the knot square in.front but it
slipped around ohe side. She was not dead when I left her; I did not think
she would die$!' He said that the bag falling.off accounted for the blood at
the foot of the stairs, as she bled quite freely. He said he could not tell
whether he closed the gellar door or not, he was so much excited. He went
there at 2:50 o'clock. He knew that because he asked a man what time it
was about 20 minutes before and he said it was 2:30. While he was in the
house he heard a clock strike 3 and he staid about 10 minutes lohger. Th
officer asked him if it took 20 minutes to do the work. He said that it
took him not more than 3 minutes. He saw a woman in front of the house.
'Great God,& he said to the &étective, ‘you don't think I'd go out while she
was there, "do you?! He waited ujtil’ she went away and then went oute The
woman or anyone else did not ee.him., He said he went across the corner
of the grove and saw 3 Italians at work there. He thought they did not see
him. He then went out at the Schenck Ave. Raod. A man asked him for a match
and further on he stopped at a house and got something to eat. When asked
by the officer if he attempted to ravish Mrs. Stone, ke said that-he did not,
and at no time intended to. Hewent there to get something to eat and when
Mrs. Stone struck him he got mad. After he struck her he thought he must
quiet her and get away. He said he would not remember where he threw the
club, on account of being excited. He spoke of the Distric Attorney saying
eit WAS murder in the second degree; said he: 'I don't want it in the second
degree, the way that man said - I want it in the first degree; I had rather
be hung than sent to prison for life,'!
"Deacons was indicted Oct. 25, arraigned and pleaded not guilty Oct. 27, and
placed on trial, Judge Rumsey’ presiding, Jan. 30th. Dist. Atty Benton
assisted by Asst. Dist, Atty. Forsyth, Appar ing for the prisecution and We He
“avis and Charles R. King for the acctisedese (then is listed members of the
- jury).eeThen the fact that he was found guilty...esentence was passed.
Feb. 10 by Judge Rumsey. While Judge Rumsey was passing the terrible sentence
Deacons stared him steadily in the face, not moving a muscle until the conclu-
sion, when with a sneering smile, he took his seat, saying: 'Is that all?'*
ee ollext describes appeals process and then resentencing on June 4 to be
hanged on July 10, after which Deacons "was evidently surprised at the sudden-
ness of this proceeding, but smiled cynically, remarking in an undertone:
‘Don't give a man a chance to say anything, eh?! eeolthe trial was a lengthy
one, and the evidence was very strong against the prisoner. His numerous con-
fessions, all agreeing in substantial points in which he minutely described
the interior of the Stone residence, betraying an accurate knowledge which
could have been gained only by actual obseryation, his presence in the vicini-
ty of the house on the day of the crime were facts all conclusively proved,
and the general verdict of the public has been that the conviction was a just
one. Throughout the trial Deacons maintained his composure and cahmly -took
the stand and swore that almost all the witnesses of the people were liars.
His appearance and actions in the witness box did not in all probability
help his case any, as it was evident to allk, despite his cunning, that he
was per juring himself. He was twice genitenced to hangeeeloO Mr. Da VIS, his
counsel, he has invariably qnd repeatedly asserted that he hadnothing whatever
to do with the murder of Mrs. Stone, During the last few weeks of his con-
finement, Deacons has been in good spirits. He had considerable hope that
Governor. Hill would interfere in his behalf, but when the news of the réfusal
came he only laughed....Thene is no doubt however, but that a good deal of
this unconcern was forced. Deacons was always afraid that people would
think he was weakening..eFor the last few weeks he has slept very little at
night and a few days ago, while pacing his cell, said to his death watch:
'My God, I wish I was a free man,' At another time he remarked: 'I wish I
could get out of this. If I could, you can bet I would have experience enough
to last me the rest of my life,.® eacons was of decidedly queer makeup. He
was exceedingly suspicious of the motives of all with whom he came in con-
tact, and was greatly given to lying, simply for fun. He was, however, in
many wasy, goodhearted, and as his}counsel says, a good deal of allowance
should be made Tora boy reared as he WaSeeeee" THE “UNION AND ADVERTISTER,
Rochester, Ne Yo, Tuesday, July 10, 1888; page 2.

DEBOSNYS, Henry, white, hanged at Elizabethtown, NY, on April 27, 1883,

"THE DRAMA OF LIFE. = A PROTEAN HERO,: SUCCESSIVELY SOLDIER, SCHOLAR, TRAMP AND MURDERER,
A BRIGHT AND ROMANTIC CAREER ENDING IN A DISMAL AND IGNOBLE CLIMAX ON THE GALLOWS. = One of
the wife murderers to whom the POLICE GAZETTE has given passing attention, and whom it has
pictured on its inimitable pages of illustrations, turns out to be a man with a history.
A history, too, that besides making» him a remarkable criminal, sets him upon a pedestal as
a veritable hero of romance, gzadated and filtered, as it were, through the phases of
soldier, hero, tramp and murderer, The man we refer to is known as Henry Debospys, who,
it will be remembered by our readers, married an old woman at Essex, Vt. - a woman with
some property © and shortly after the wedding killed her, as the neighbors and the law de=
clare. This is the story of the crime and the criminal, with the fuller details added by
the searching scrutiny of the law and the confessions of the mysterious man himself :

"A year ago last summer he drifted from New York City wp the Hudson, and thence along the
western shore of Lake Champlain, until he re.ched the town, of Essex, where he procured em=
ployment as a farm laborer, After a brief courtship he married Elizabeth Wells, a widow
much his senié@r in years, who owned a small property, On the lst of August, 1882, Mr,

and Mrs, Debosnys were seen driving out of the village, and, after a brief interval, De-
bosnys was seen continuing the jomrney alone, The woman not making her appearance, search
was made, which resulted in the finding of her mangled and lifeless body concealed under a
mass of leaves and rubbish near the side of the road. Circumstances plainly pointed to
the husband as the murderer. He was arrested, and upon his person was found a quahtity of
of articles of personal property which were identified as having belonged to his wifee

The trial took place last March, and the evidence, though entirely circumstantial in

its character, was overwhelming as to the respondent's guilt. The jury was out only 10
minutes and returned with a verdict of guilty of murder in the first degree; the judge
sentenced Debosnys to be hanged at Elizabethtown, the county seat, on Friday, April 27.
"Debosnys was born nearly 50 years ago at Belem, Portugal, two miles from Lisbon, on the
River Pagus. When he was very young his parents removed to France and he was educated

at a commercial school, the seminary of St. Brieux and the normal superior school at
Paris, His education was thorough and extensive, and he can write and speak six languages:
English, French, Italian, Spanish, Greek and Portugese - and can less perfectly speak and
understand several other languages.e

while yet a mere lad, he sailed with a north polar expedition under Leclaire, and was gone
nearly two years =< February, 1848, to October, 1850. In 1851, with his father and bro-
ther, he volunteered for the Crimean war, and served in the French army in the Crimea for
a couple of years. A few years of peace folhowed, in which Debosnys completed his educa-=
tion, but on the breaking out of the war with Austria, in 1858, he joined MacMahon's

army, in which, however, he saw but a few months'=service, sailing in the autumn to China
with the French contingent. Returning to France he joined the French expedition te
Mexico in 1861, and after a few months joined the Mexican side, become a captain of guer-
rillas under KBBMYEEEZEEEEZE Lopez. In this WHWK service he was severely wounded in the
head and left hands, His friends procured his discharge from the army, and in 186) he
went back to France where, in 2 months, he married a Mlle. Desmarais.

"Matrimony, however, failed to eradicate his love of adventure, and, after a honeymoon of
only 2 months he sailed on another artic expedition, and was absent in the polar regions
nearly XMEMAXXAKSZRAAREZEZ three years - from July, 1864, to February, 1867. Returning,
he went to Rom e, thence to Paris, thence to New York and thence to the Indian territory.
The outbreak of the Franco-Prussian war called him from his aboriginal retirement, and he
crossed the sea and entered the French army, rising by successive promotions until he
became colonel under Gen. Bourbaki, He served all through the war, with varying fortunes.
At its close he escaped to Marseilles, whence he shipped to Americag. On this side of the
ocean his career was much less brilliant. He fell by degrees until he became a tramp,
wandering about the country and doing edd jobs of work as a painter and a farm laborer,
and finally came the crime whith will put an end to his restless career.

"Besides the extraordinary facts of his life, there is a good deal of mystery about the
man. Debosny is merely an assumed name, and what his real name KEKWB is no one

knows, nor, from the present outlook, ever will know. The murderer is very reticent a-
bout his personal antecedents, his family, and his friends. Since his arrest he has
communicated only with the French RERBEERBSERBWAERBEBERES consul at New York, ree =
course, that official could not do anything to shield him from the consequences 0 8
eis At the time of the trial, bekeense was very sick and had to be taken into courte

played several selections himself, After a few more songs, the solo parts
being sunch by Deacons and all present joining in the chorus, the fisitors
departec, each one shaking hands with the. condémned man and each. one saying:
"Goodbye. ! It was noticable that he did not say 'goodbye' ohece. To every man
he said 'good evening,! just as axzhost would to a parting guest. As the par-
ty left the jail the voices of Deacons and his keepers could. be heard. sigping
'There's a Land That is Fairer Than This.!
THE HISTORY' OF THE CRIME,

"The crime for which Edward Alonzo Deacons was executed this morning was the
murder of Mrs, Ada Stone, committed on the afternoon of August 16, 1887, at
the residence of the victim on Hayward. Avenue, East Rochester. On that eean~
ing William E, McKee, a carpenter, living on darson Ave., almost in the rear
of the house where the crime was committed, was startled to see'4lonzo A.
Stone, hushand of the murdered woman, with whom he had just returned from
work, rush back from the house toward him, excitedly shouting and calling that
his wife was dead. McKee returned to the house with Stone and going down
cellar, look d at the body which lay there and then pulled the patrol box
summoning the wagon and officers. It soon arrived containing Sergeant
Zimmerman and Officers Cummings and Swanton, Leaving the wagon in charge of
Cummings ahd Swanton, Sgt. Zimmerman entered the house and went downcellar
where he found the. body of a woman lying in the northwest corner on her left
side, Her limbs were drawn up and her pale face wore a look of intense ago-
ny. The tongue was caught between the teeth. There was a cut on her tem-=
ple which looked as if it had been inflicted by a sharp instrument. Around
her neck was a flour sack. and this the officer saw had been used_to strangle
the woman. It was tied in a single knot and drawn very tight. Feaching
below the sack the officer found the throat terribly swollen, there being a
lump larger than a man's hand. Turning the body a péol of piood was found
under her head. .The hair was disheveled and a part of it was caught in the
noose, There was gravel in one of the ears which indicated that the body had
been dragged over the. bottom of the cellar. After noticing these facts. the
officer gives an.account what occurred as follows: 'I turned and asked a man
standing by who.the woman was. "It is my wife," was the answer. When did
you see her alive last, I asked, and the husband said: "At 6 o'clock.' I
took the man upstairs.t one of the front rooms and talkedkmto him alone

for a few. minutes. Sgt. Zimmerman then came ih and after a little investiga-
tion ordered Stone to be plac ed under arrest. I handcuffed him and he ob-
jected, saying that it was had enough to lose his wife without being taken
in charge by an officer, He declared that he could prove where he had been
all day. After he had stepped into the street, he asked permission to return,
and then went into the house and took his wife's pocketbook from a drawer,
There was $6 in cash in the.book, Returning to the box, the offifers reported
the murder to the station anc then took Stone to headquarters, taking off

the handcurffs before reaching the central part of the city. On the Way,
Stone covered hi8 face with his hands. When taken before Capte McCormick to
be searched he again protested, saying that "he should notbe treated as a
thief."'. As soon as the officers of the patrol wagon sent word to the po-=
lice headquarfers that a murder had been committed Detectives Kavanagh and
(name unreadable from copy,) were dispatchdd. Coroner Sharpe was also noti-
fied and at once took charge of the case. The coroner and the detectives
found clots of blood on the floor of the cellar and what appeared to be
bloodstains on the cellar stairs. A stone stained with blood was found.
There was no evidence of a scuffle in the cellar, indicating that the woman
was killed upstairs and then carried into the cellar. Dr. Es S. Hayward, Je,
who was summoned, could not from the appearance of the body whether death
occurred one hour or three hours before, In his opinion the murdered woman
had not been outraged. The furniture through the house was not disturbed.
The dinner dashes were in the sink in'the kitchen, ready for washing, A
quantity of clothes washed, but not ironed, were piled on a table. A baby
carriage'was near the table, and XK a chair syood near the pantry, as if
placed there so that somenne might stand up to reach the upper shelves.

A handful of (unreadable) was found near the sink. The husband of the mur-
dered woman passed the night in the police station and was interfiewed the
following morning by a UNION reporter. He made.the following statement: 'I


DEACONS, E. A., hanged, Rochester, NY, 1888 - Contimed,

last saw my wife alive at noon. When I returned at night my little boy said
his mother had gone downtown. I thought this queer, as she never went down-
town and left him alone, I s arched in the house and through the yard, but
could not find her. I saw actubain thetyarfoaund.placsdvit hearithecsheds I
then started to make a fire. In taking the wood from the cellar, I saw a
form on,.the X#&¥ floor, and going there found that it was my wife. I felt
her body and found it.was cold and then gave the alarm.' In answer to a
question he said he never quarreded with his wife. On the morning of “ug.
18, Mr. Stone was released from jail. The night before a meeting was held
in the Park Ave, Baptist Church which denounced the notion of the police
authorities in holding him for the crimeecee

"Deacons was arrested in Canandaigua on the charge of being a tramp on the
night of the murder. He gave the name of Sheldon, He acted queerly, but
did not correspond with a description of the supposed murderer sent out by
the police, He was held, nevertheless, and the Rochester police notified
of his arrest. Detective (unreadable) brought him from Canandaigua to this
city on the Friday following the murder. He wastaken to police headquasters
detained there until the next Tuesday and then placed.in jail. On Sept.

6, he was brought to the police station and there in the presence of Super-
intendent Cleary, Chief of Detectives Hayden, and District Attorne Benton
he made a confession substantially as follows: He went to the Stone house
between 2 and 3 o'clock in the afternoon as near as he can remember, The
side door was open and he entered. No one was in the room as he stepped

in, but a second later Mrs. Stone appeared. He asked her for something to
eat and she replied to the effect that .she was not working to feed tramps,
and that if he worked, as he ought, he would not be asking her for anything
to eat. As she said this, .he .said that she ga e him a push towards the door
aid accompahied it with a slap in the face. This enraged him and he struck
her on the temple with a stick he carried in his hand. This stick Sheldon
thinks was a limb of a tree which he picked up some time before entering the
house. Mrs. Stone scremmed after he struck her, but did not fall and still.
endeavored to phsh him back, He struck her again several times and at last
she staggered back. As she did so he caught her by the arm and saw that

she was dying. He notived.the trap door leading into the cellar way and
pushed off the baby carriage which was standing on it. Opening the door, he
took Mrs. Stone by the arms and pulled her down into the cellar. She had
the flour sack referred to tied loosely around her neck when he first saw
here Thinking that she might still reco er, he seized the sack and twisted
it when he reached the foot of the steps and then tied the knot tighter,
After doing this he dragged her to the corner of the cellar where she was
found. During all this time he saw nothing of the little boy. Sheldon
then went on to say that after le.~ving the body in the cellar he ascended to
the kitchen and hurrying from the place fled through the woods oppésite to
Schenck Ave. He went down the avenue some distance, stopping once to wash
his hands, on which there was a little blood. He jumped on a freight train
foing east on the Auburn branch 6f the Central-Hudson, and left it with
several others at Canandaigua, thinking he had reached Syracuse, Finding
their mistake the tranps went into a box car to sleep. There they were dis-
covered by a night watchman. All escaped, however, but the prisoner, who was
errested and taken to the jail at that placedseee(the next is an account of
the statement originally given, most of which is unreadable but appears to

be similar to previous. I am taking up where print becomes ch@ar again as
it differs in some details)...'Then,' said Sheldon, .'the blood went to my
head and I got mad and struck her with a club I had and knocked her down,

I was awfully mad and BEXWAKXKKK hardly knew what I was doing. I grabbed a
bag and tied it around her head to keep the blood from running. The she came
to and fought me. The trap door was not open; M moved the baby carriage and
opened, it, and I clinched her and carried her down the cellar stairs. At the
bottom of the stairs I let go. of her and she fell to the floor. The bag fell
off from her heade I took her up.and she still struggled and I carried her
across the floor; she dropped. She struggled so much that I.tied this bag


He listened to all the proceedings with an air of the most complete indifference = an
indifference which M#A#ARBAXSMXPXARXKMEXAAMMINAXARXKMAXARA disappeared only mckx at the
passing of the death sentence, when the wretched man broke dewn, and wept.and sebbed aloud,
He subsequently attempted to starve himself to death, but the jail authorities frustrated
XMAKXAKKAMALS the attempt. After his sentence, he manifested a most intense hatred for
his’ jailers and the newspaper men. The appearence of either to his cell would send him
eff in a paroxysm of rage that. was almost maniacal in hhe demonstrations; so he was not
an easy subject for the interviewer to handle, He passed his time, after he had learned
his doom,‘in writing an ZHKMMXAXKABIZX autobiography which he had the unusual complacence
to state would embrace all the MSMAMKIH& remarkable events in his remarkable career, but
this manuscript remains, of course,:in the hands of the sheriff, and the curious cribes
couldn't get a peep at it while its author wads atework on it. The foregoing facts, how~-
ever, give a satisfying outline to our readers of the romance of a life HHWixWy running
through so many chances of renown and ending in the depths of ignominy."

NATIONAL POLICE GAZETTE, New York, 5-12~-1883 (7=1&2.) ites

‘, At 10-15 Sherif Hodgson, with: his at-
_tendantas, pinioned Deacons, who appeared
calm and collected. When the bracelets
were placed about his wrists he said ‘‘ those
J ‘males nice cuffa, don't they.'’ These were
] his last words up stairs. He did not want
j-ghe'death warrant read, and the, march
down stairs was taken up. Going down

gaits he slipped 3 “All

by Rev. Fathers Kier-
As soon as thé party

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odgson,
nan Jer.
were inside the door Sheriff arn oye

bt lead -

the way to the stairway at the rig
ing to the first galiery. ‘At the foot of the

left the condemned

and knelt on the floor directly in

of the Sheriff Hodgson

while had passed, with

the opening in the railing.

stepped upon the

if then adjusted the

linrbs, Deacons assisting
er as lay in his power.

time there not been the

w ofa tremor and it was

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for damages. He also saki . there
betel, Foyer es who would ‘swear
that I was at hie all day the day of
the murder. Of course could mot be,
I was in Rochester and

a >en he commenced a tirade against all
the newspapers but the Union. The Union,
hd said, was.the only pa that ‘put
things straight.” ‘If the other papers
had their own gg Bs the would
have been ng before [ had ahy
trial atall.”. Then seeing a re for a
morning ‘looking through thédoor-
way he exclaimed: “ What a sensation.
there would be if I should grab this cheir
(the one on which he was sitting) and
make a dash out into that roonj! bi
the stgirway would not be hnif
enough for that crowd. Some -of them
would to jump out of the window, but
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test shadow of a tremor and it wea | Ui hte aE.
J etident the bay would carry aut his de- | eR Rel eee
termination to pass through the terrible | ORM 4 oCayeRang
ordeal without loping bia nerve,” RE eC cethbeathdieortn tte
|. The black tap Was thea taken by the | 4B ee
Paberiff ftom the post on which. ib rested, +
Deacons spoke in « low tone to the, siggs
- | The latter replied and then aske
: oan was er of the tnurder of
| Deaninacsaid innocent," gg
j ing. directly at the prios
* Friends, the law.
tite of an infuioede that is all | have.

60 the Unron ~ Ape: | Sheriff Hodghert adjusted the tlack cap, Fe co acres wei pporicgekeny
GR ES ee placed the house around his nek and | Wouldn't be funn
. — maa from | touched the spring, Tie drop felf ant the bsudly ag af he could,

abil he was | body #hot down, For au instant the body tig ta form of the r rer
er Deacons | 784" susponded in perfect quiet: thin there hen suddenly becoming i
: | Were several giovements of theleg- and a: he said ‘'T want you tw make thie
guard- few convulsive gasps, after which all out- | Meat for me. It has been. circu rd
war sdk, Ho was in | ward motion ceased, Sheriff [odyson: to pote seupy I paiered = i peyler iss
- ee in compan vent the feet from resting on the floor, | Hmply to got the p: the Ca
ge eS | fai on the or Aue liftorl the body a | give me That ts not so. The tholic } .
foot or more, holding ib for some time, | Church was my choice, I think as far a6)
The eateincar o of “the physicusna, Dra, | belp ta concermed that I could have got

| Mandevilie-sad Law, was as {ilens: more help from Protestants than Catholics.
‘At IO: 44 . the di fel ae Ome of-the-most_promit neptminusters in
i. | iv: 2, pulse 112, at: | | town wes very a iin He when he beard I bad

$2.5 os a | joined the Cat: Church. But. you |
0. =, Lee toa ye cee a at mind what anv one else thinks im
10:81, pulse 72.0 - | regard to church matters. You must
10: 33; pulses Hi. vee | think for yourself or else you will come.
10:5, 96 pulse action on the wtist, _ | oat of the little end of the horn every
10; 88, no action ‘of the heart. r
10:44, the body was-cut down. | ee Oh sav, I want yoo to. put in your pa- |
The body was then placed in a neat cof. | per that lam very much obliged to bes
fin by Undertaker Jeffreys. The features | Counsel for what he has done for me. of
} were not badly drawn and idoked very | Davis worked ward. long aod Suwon
natural, the neck having been’ broken. end lam ectly satisfied with Phyo
‘The reniains were thén placed in the hearse has done for me. No man could do more.
and couveyed to Mount Hope, where they | | was convicted on prejudice, not rage
were interred in a single grave, purchased and no lawver ve saved me it
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they desired,

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At 6 o'clock this morning all was quiet
about the jail. Noone was stirring down
stairs in the bgilding, and a solitary police-
man stood guard outside, At 6 o’ clock
Sheriff Hodgson opened the jail door and
greeted the waiting reporters. Deacons
did not lie down during the night, but sat
up, playing cards, singing songs and tell-
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meal was sent up to hig, but he could not
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admitied and she remained with him yntil
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What Manner of Murderer Was
This Who Left a Lavender-
Scented’ Handkerchief | Under -
His Brooklyn Victim's Body?

7

How had the killer gained entrance to this apart-
ment building and brutally murdered Doctor
George E. Deely, right, in a third-floor bedroom?

By Julius |. Sanders

Special Investigator for
OFFICIAL DETECTIVE STORIES

ALF-WAY across the threshold “You phoned?” Inspector Bishop in-
of the bedroom the butler quired tersely. ‘
started violently. His eyes “Y-yes, sir,” the butler stammered.

leaped wide open at the ghastly sight “Er, that is, my wife phoned. I told -
before him. With a resounding crash, her to.”

the breakfast tray fell from his nerve- “Where’s the body?” Bishop asked

less, quivering hands to the parquet abruptly. 4 w,

floor, splattering in all directions the “Upstairs. . . in the Doctor’s bed- ©”...
orange juice, eggs and coffee that were room, sir.” ; ;

to have been breakfast. He dared to The Inspector motioned for him to
advance a few steps and gaze fearfully lead the way. “Go ahead, uh...” .
at the semi-clothed figure that lay “Drew, sir,” the butler supplied.
sprawled on its back in a sea of “Arthur Dréw. And this is my wife,

vivid crimson. Nora. She’s housekeeper here.”
“Doctor Deely!” he gasped. Realiz- “And you're the butler?”
ing the futility of words, that the ears “Yes, sir.”

of his master were forever closed to The butler gravely led the way up
any earthly voice, he fled the gruesome the stairs. A few feet away from the
spectacle, shrieking for help. staircase he halted before a paneled
Down the stairs he ran, to the back door, moistened his lips.
of the house where his wife was dry- 3 f
ing dishes in the kitchen. T= door was slightly ajar. Inspector }
“Phone the police, Nora!” he panted. Bishop pushed it open and paused 4
“Phone them, quick! Something’s hap- on the threshold.
pened to the Doctor! He’s dead!” : A scene gruesome and ghastly lay ,
Less than five minutes later, on June before him and his men. Disorder and |.
1, 1931, headed by Detective Inspector confusion were the setting, and horror.
George Bishop of the Brooklyn Homi- and murder the theme of the picture
cide Squad, Detectives John O’Hagen they had been summoned to look upon.
and Henry J. Senff raced up the steps On a rumpled garnet rug lay the
of the modest four-story structure to outstretched figure of a gray-haired
be admitted by an agitated butler and man clad only in a pair of blue-striped
housekeeper. : pajamas, which now were torn and

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ssible angles before proceeding with
3 examination. ~

With rapid dabs of absorbent cotton,
turated with alcohol, the examiner
»ared away the blood that masked
e dead man’s face. He scrutinized
ec cut and swollen areas on the face
id neck. Next he drew down the
redded top of the pajamas, revealing
new sight that was more horrible
an the rest of the mutilated body.
irough large punctures in the stom-
h gaped the intestines, ready to ooze
. the slightest .provocation!

Doctor Marten straightened up at
ngth, and packed away his instru-
ents.

“Well, gentlemen,” he said, “the man
ed as a result of a severed vein—
e jugular. Contributing causes are
abs in the stomach, neck and face.
3 to the time, I should say he died
yout four hours ago. The body is
irdly cold yet... Any questions?”

YSPECTOR BISHOP puckered his
lips. “No, Doc. Not right now. Maybe
ter, plenty.”

Bishop and O’Hagen stepped away
om the cooling body to the corner
’ the room near the front window,
here the dead man’s gray-striped
lit was folded neatly on a rocker.
’Hagen went through the jacket and
2st and Bishop through the trousers.
Papers, notebooks, pen and pencils,
icased thermometers and some small
lange were all that O’Hagen brought
» light. Bishop, on the other hand,
rought out only a large linen hand-
aa and five dollars in single
ills.

“H’mm, no wallet in the trousers,”
Ses “You find it in the coat,
ohn?”

O’Hagen shook his head. “No. Just
iese things. Nothing else.”

Bishop’s brow wrinkled and he
»oked around at the dresser. “Might
e over there,” he said, and started
cross the room. He paused before a

‘dark walnut-hued

dresser, the top of
which was covered
with a fancy lace-
spun scarf. On it,
beside an expensive
set of combs and
brushes, lay an em-
erald cravat pin, a
gold watch and a
glass of water that
contained a set of
false teeth.

The Inspector
stared at the glass,
his eyes narrowing.

“Any luck, In-.
spector?” O’Hagen
had come up to him

speculate,” Bishop
shrugged. “Might’ve
been burglary,
though the watch,
cravat pin and the
five dollars here
don’t seem to sup-
port that theory
much. It could have
been somebody who
hated him, some-

vengeance. In_ the
meantime, until we
find out what it was,
we'll look around a
little more, then see
those servants again.
Keep your eyes

quietly. peeled for the knife.
Bishop started and I haven’t noticed

nodded. “Not so far Detective Inspector George anything yet.”

as the wallet is con- Bishop: “Keep your eyes Bishop sighed dis-

cerned. But there’s peeled for the knife” gustedly as he fin-

something to be

learned, I _ think,

from that glass containing the vic-
tim’s teeth.”

A puzzled look crossed O’Hagen’s
face. “What do you make of it, In-
spector?”

Bishop coughed. “I make this of it.
We can assume from the teeth in that

lass that Doctor Deely was in bed

t the time the killer appeared in this
room. That Doctor Deely was not ex-
pecting anybody, for if he was he
would have kept the teeth in his mouth.
It would have been unflattering to his
looks and difficult for clear speech
otherwise.” :

O’Hagen was impressed. “Now, all
we've got to do is find out who that
visitor was and what his motive was
... I wonder what it could’ve been?”
“We can’t say yet... only

A complete search of this murder ro

ished up near the
hallway door. He
watched O’Hagen look under the mat-

tress, under the bed and in the flower.

vases and behind pictures and statu-
ettes. Suddenly he saw O’Hagen
stiffen, reach down and: pull from

‘under the rumpled rug a red crepe

handkerchief. '

“Funny, we’ didn’t notice this be-
fore,” O’Hagen muttered. -

It was an inexpensive bit.of fluffery
used chiefly as an accessory to evening
wear. Two, things the new evidence
made obvious. One, that it was dis-
tinctly a feminine piece of goods; two,

-that it was highly scented with a

strong perfume.

“Smells like lavender to me,”
O’Hagen ‘ventured. “And kind of
heavy at that.” :

Bishop sniffed at it. “Heavy is

om disclosed three major clews: A

broken bedpost, a woman’s handkerchief and the victim's false teeth

PRONTO

body who wanted’

right. Wouldn’t surprise me if it were
cheap stuff. This certainly doesn’t

seem to be the kind of goods that the .

Doctor would wear. I’ve noticed so

‘far that none of his things smelled of

any kind of powder or perfume.”

“No,” O’Hagen said. “This is definite-
ly a woman’s handkerchief, all right
. . . I wonder, Inspector, if a woman
could have stabbed him like that.”

Bishop frowned. “It’s possible.
Plenty women are dexterous with
knives, you. know that. If it was a
woman, she must’ve been pretty in-
timate with him, because she came up
here quietly and unexpectedly. I say
unexpectedly because the Doctor would
have worn his teeth. The killer must’ve
had a key, because our ‘examination
thus far shows no evidence of any
entry by window.”

“If it was a woman, Inspector, that
sort of eliminates robbery as the mo-
tive. Women don’t burglarize and kill.
It might be as you suggested a while
ago—somebody who hated him or
wanted revenge. Most likely the per-
son in such a case would be a gal
who’d been tossed over for somebody
‘else . .. a woman scorned.” \

“H’mm, yes,” Bishop said absorbedly.
“Might be so in the case of a wealthy
bachelor ..... We haven’t found that
knife yet. Better let it go for a while.
Let’s hear what else those servantse
have to say. We'll give the house and
grounds a complete Y gel for
everything from A to Z later.”

As they stepped into the hallway,
they caught sight of District Attorney
William F. X. Geoghan and Assistant
District Attorney Lewis Josephs hur-
rying up the stairs.

Bishop led them into the death-room.
Geoghan studied the body and the
scene, while Josephs, a relentless in-
vestigator who cleverly had assisted
in the solution of many of Brooklyn’s
toughest mysteries, set about the room
like a bloodhound sniffing for the hid-
den and elusive.


80

miar’s name, nor did Palma. It was
evident that Palma was waiting for
someone, some particular Filipino who
could supply the information he sought.
At last a man came in. Palma mo-
tioned him to the table, and made the
usual introduction.

“He’s looking for George Damiar,”
Palma said, indicating Detective Ra-
mirez. “He has a good job for him.”

The other considered a moment, then
said, “I think I can find him for you.
Meet me later at the pool room at 63rd
Street and Columbus Avenue.” He
arose and went out.

Arriving at the pool room, Palma and .

Ramirez found their new acquaintance
waiting. He had located Damiar, he
said. At least, he knew where Damiar
was rooming. He had taken a room
that same day at 201 West 78th Street.

But when the detective arrived
Damiar’s room had been hurriedly va-
cated, and in the rush to get away, the
occupant had done a poor job of pack-
ing. He left behind several knives; a
bundle of letters addressed to himself;
and his seaman’s passport, bearing his
photograph and -finger-prints. Also
among the abandoned effects was a
cheap camera likeness of a young wo-
man. It was autographed, “Mickey
Ramona, Chicago.”

DETECTIVE RAMIREZ remained
in the room until the following day,
in the hope that Damiar would return.
But Damiar did not come.

From the time Ramirez started his
vigil at the house in West 78th Street,
until he finally abandoned it twenty-

four hours later, Headquarters had ‘re-.

cruited an army of several score volun-
teer informers, all eager to see Damiar
captured.

etectives Celano and Carmody
questioned several girls who associated
with Filipinos. Among these was a

Gertrude Cohen. She had a girl friend.
' who had a boy friend who was a Fili-

pino, and this Filipino had a cauli-
flower right ear. But she didn’t know
his name.

“Maybe Dolores can tell you,” she
suggested. She was sorry, but she didn’t
know Dolores’ last name, either. But
Grace Tyson did. Grace lived on
Eighth Avenue. She was found. ~

“Dolores,” said Miss Tyson, “lives
here with me. Her name is Brannigan,
Dolores Brannigan.”

Yes, Dolores knows George Damiar,
but she hadn’t seen him for over three
months.

“No,” she retorted, “George is not
my boy friend. He’s Mary's. Mary
Dehan’s.”

Mary Dehan was a dance hall hos-

tess. She might be using the name
Mary Sandello.

She was found at the Roma Dance
Hall, at 28th Street and Sixth Avenue.

Mary was a bit reticent at first, but
finally admitted she knew George Da-
miar very well. He had asked her to
swear that he had been with her all the

night of June Ist and the morning of .

June 2nd.

He had killed Dr. Deely. But he
hadn’t meant to. He only meant to rob
him, to get. money.

Mary hadn’t known Damiar was go-

The Master Detective

_ing to rob the doctor. But she knew he

had gone to the doctor’s home to get
money. He left her early in the after-
noon of June Ist; said he would be
back with the money that night. She
waited, He didn’t come that night, nor
the next.

At 2 o'clock of the morning of June
2nd, when George did not return as he
had promised to do, Mary called Dr.
Deely’s home. A strange voice an-

swered the phone. She asked for, Mr.:

Smith, and said, “I beg your pardon,”
when she was told that she had the
wrong number.

Mary. couldn’t, or wouldn’t say
where George Damiar had gone. She
was held as a material witness, and her
bail. set at $50,000.

Detective Ramirez went to Chicago.
He took the photograph that was found
in Damiar’s hurriedly abandoned room
in West 78th Street; the one that was
autographed, “Mickey Ramona, Chi-
cago.” He went to the girl’s address
there but found she had moved in 1930.
The manager of the building however

Deputy Chief Inspector John J.
Sullivan of the New York Police

remembered her well. She often enter-
tained a small, dapper Filipino with a
cauliflower, right ear. e thought
Mickey. was married, to one, Jose
Llanes, who operated a pool room at
705 North Clark Street.

“Me married ‘to Mickey Ramona?”
Llanes paploced indignantly. “I. am
‘not. But I was. It lasted a very small

” part of one day.”

Mickey was. an expensive one day
bride. Although: she refused to live
with Llanes, she kept his name, It was
a good name, and the department stores
honored it.

Llanes looked at the photograph of
George Damier. He recognized a man
known to him as Carbonell, one of the
many callers on Mickey Ramona.

Satisfied that Llanes knew nothing
of the present whereabouts of Damiar,
or Carbonell, Detective Ramirez was
about to leave. Just then a messenger
boy arrived.

‘Telegram for Mr. Llanes,” the mes-

senger announced. It was from Mickey,
who said she was stranded in Macon,
Missouri, and would Llanes please send
her some money.

“You see,” said Llanes, throwing up
his hands in a gesture of bitter despair.

So the Chicago trip netted little in
actual results. Washington, Baltimore,
Boston and many other cities were vis-
ited by New York detectives to whom
it had been reported that Damiar was
in one or another of these cities. But
always, it seemed the elusive little
Eee kept a jump ahead of the
aw.

Seven days had now elapsed from
the morning of June 2nd when Dr.
George Deely had been found brutally
murdered in his home in Brooklyn.

On June 8th a Filipino tailor’s as-
sistant, Don Gaspar by name, laid his
needle and shears aside in a New York
shop and took the subway to Brooklyn.
He got off at Bergen Street, went to
Headquarters, and asked to see Lieu-
tenant Honan of the Homicide Squad.

“You want George Damiar, don’t
your” he asked.

“Very much,” said Lieutenant Ho-
nan,

“Well, listen,” the informer began.
“Tomorrow, in Puiladelphia, the Fili-
pinos are having a celebration. Damiar
wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

penying iven this information Gas-

ar strolled out of the police station.
he next time Lieutenant Honan saw
him, was when two of his men brought

- Gaspar in handcuffed between them,

charged with a murder that was only
slightly less brutal than the crime of
which Damiar was suspected. Gaspar
is now doing time in the New Jersey
State ,Penitentiary for beating a friend
to death, and running over his body
with.a’' heavy automobile, to make it
look like a hit-and-run accident.
Detective O’Hagen was sent to Phil-

adelphia, and waited in Greene’s Hotel -

for his quarry. Damiar came in with
two other Filipinos. The suspect recog-
nized the officer, and walked up to him,
all smiles.

“You're looking for me?” he said.

“YES.” O’Hagen replied, adding,

“but only for questioning. We
know who killed Dr. "Dealy: You. are
not suspected.”

Damiar was pleased.

“Will you ‘come back to New York
with me?” the detective asked.

“Sure, why not?” was the reply.

And so George Damiar did not have
to be extradited from Pennsylvania.

When he was ushered into the office
of District Attorney Geoghan, Damiar
seemed calm and confident. .

“Why did you do it?” the district
attorney shot at him.

He seemed startled by the question,
but it was not long before he broke,
and admitted the crime. He killed the
doctor, he said, because the doctor had
recognized him when he entered the
room to steal: his former master’s
purse. He used a grapefruit knife.

Damiar was tried in the Count
Court of ming 8 County on June 20th
and found guilty. He died in the elec-
tric chair at Sing Sing Prison the week
of August 9th, 1931.

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blood-soaked. Around him was the
evidence of a terrific struggle.

Without a word, Bishop and the de-'
tectives entered the room, careful not
to step on the scattered breakfast food.

As they edged around the body

'O’Hagen muttered softly: “No -ques-

tion about this being murder.” «

“Looks like stab wounds,” Senff
ventured. “And what wounds! Who-
ever murdered him must have been a.
fast and furious worker if these
wounds mean anything. Must be more
than a dozen of them all over his neck
and body.” :

Bishop nodded. “You're right there,
Senff. This does look like a hasty
piece of murder—and vicious, too.”

Moving around as little as possible,
the detectives tried to see if the knife
or instrument that had inflicted the
wounds was anywhere in sight. Un-

. able to locate it from their limited

_ nishings.

movements, they began to jot down the
arrangement of the room and its fur-

Inspector Eishop’s eyes swept over
the disordered bed, with its period.
posts and embellishments. He frowned
as he noticed that one of the four
artistically carved posts was missing.
Advancing a trifle nearer, he bent
down and examined the base of the

missing ‘post at the foot of the bed.
The wood, he noted, was white and
jagged as though the head of the post
had been snapped off by a sudden,
careless force.. And it was obvious
that the damage. had occurred only
recently, for the exposed part of the

- post was still clean and unstained by

air and dust.

O’Hagen caught him staring thought-
fully at the injured section and said
quietly: .“‘Must’ve been knocked off
during the tussle, Inspector. It’s un-
derneath the body.”

BISHOP turned and caught sight of a
dark object that protruded slightly
from beneath the blood-bathed corpse.
He wrinkied his brow and nodded.

“H’mm. Wouldn't surprise me if
the killer made use of it, too, on the
victim’s head,” ‘

“Say, Inspector,” Senff interposed,
“there doesn’t seem to be anything of
a knife or any other kind of sharp

_ Weapon’ anywhere around.”

The Inspector remained thoughtful
for several moments, staring down at
the rigid figure that was a short while

Whoever murdered Doctor George
E. Deely must have been a fast
and furious worker if wounds
meant anything. The broken bed-
post lies near the Doctor’s knee /

At 4 a. m. the murderer slipped
quietly through this doorway into
the sleeping Doctor’s room, blud-
geoning and slashing him fatal-

_ly. Note the missing ‘ bedpost

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telligence and purpose.

“Before we do anything else, wv
have a talk with that butler and
wife. We've got to wait for the
aminer and the photographer, anyw
They’ll be along any second now,
let’s leave things just the way they
for the while.”

The detectives found the man :
woman standing outside in the nar
hallway at a respectful distance fi
the death-room door looking nerv
and frightened.

“Suppose you tell us who the vic
is first, h’mm?” Bishop said to
butler,

“Yes, sir. His name’ is Da
George E. Deely.”

The name, though they never |
met the Doctor, was of significance
the detectives. He was, they knew
well-known eye and ear specia
who had a large clientele. He wa
bachelor. By reputation they <
knew him to be a kindly and ch
itable individual.

“All right, Drew,” Bishop s
bruskly. ‘Now tell us who found
body and at what time.”

“J—I found him, sir. You see, D
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kitchen at the time. I told her
phone the police.”

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Doctor’s bedroom after that?”

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on the stairs was heard. A mom
later the Inspector and his men we
exchanging terse greetings with t
genial Doctor M. Edward Mart
deputy chief medical examiner of Ni
York, and the official photographer.

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photographer followed Bishop a)
O’Hagen into the bedroom, while Ser
remained outside with the Drews.

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away was something that seared my very newspaper he was carrying. “Take a look

heart. at that headline, kid. It’s one we won't for-
I moved like an automaton out of the get for a long time... any OF 060" Se
bar, and into a taxi, and into my own apart- I looked. It was “Japan At War With
ment. I had to be. someplace where it was aos

quiet, someplace where I could think. I “Bombs, kid! Thousands of them.

wanted so: desperately to think, to reason Hawaii, the Philippines, God knows what
things out logically and find out where I'd next! The Japs pulled a sneak, and they’re
been wrong and what I must do. raising hell!” ;
But all I could think of was Ken’s words War! It had finally come. That which
in my ears, each one scourging me, and his we'd all been dreading, but which, deep
eyes as he turned away... - down, we'd all known we could not, avoid.
It was hours later when I finally fell Suddenly, in a flash of clear insight, I
asleep in my chair from sheer exhaustion. realized that I had been one of the many
who had been living in glass houses and
WAS AWAKENED by a furious, steady throwing stones. Rex’s doctrine, sincere or
ringing at my doorbell. I slipped into a not, had not been conducive to nationa
dressing-gown and admitted Max Torrey, unity, and hence was wrong. Now we must
looking about as haggard as I felt. His suit all fight together.

had missed its daily press, and his necktie It was with an effort that I brought my-

needed straightening. self back to the immediate. “But, Maxie, I
He pushed past me into the apartment, still don’t ... . ”

leaving the door partly ajar. “Get your “Listen, kid, the Feds ‘11 be down on us

duds on, kid. Fast!” he snapped. “There's within 12 hours. This means we're going
hell to pay! I got you into this mess, and to have to take on the Nazis, too, and

I'll get you out of it.” there’s going to be a hell of a fast clean-up.
“Maxie, what...” ; And we're not going to be in it. Mara’s
“No questions now. There’s no time.” waiting for us at the station. Neither of
Then he frowned, as he saw me rub the you is going to be stuck.” | :
sleep from my eyes. “Hey, maybe you © “You mean Rex is definitely a Nazi?” I
haven’t seen the papers .. - OF heard the found it hard to grasp, despite my sus-
radio... ..” : picions.

I shook my head questioningly. Max laughed harshly. “He’s one of the

Maxie pointed to the front page of a___ party chiefs in this part of the country.

UNDERGROUND NAZIS

' (CONTINUED FROM PAGE 11)

_ <MUGGERS” MUGGED

Lined up for cameraman at New York Police Weadquarters are
three youths who admitted the mugging” murder of Private
Edwin Berkowitz. They are: A. Romano, W. Diaz and B. de Jesus.

What do you think this Home Front busi-
ness was, besides a dodge to keep the Nazi
Fifth Column in funds, and keep the U.S.
out of the fracas as long as possible. There's
a lot of outfits like it, kid, and most of
them are on the level. But not the Home
Front, and Rex Auer.”

He started to pace the floor. “I was the
world’s worst rat to get mixed up in it in
the first place, and to get you and Mara
in it like I did, but... well, you don't

think of those things when the dough is °

rolling in, and... He stopped and

lanced at his wristwatch. “Come on, Allie.

ake it snappy. The quicker we shake this
town, the better !”

“That’s right, Maxie,” said Rex Auer,
appearing from the doorway. “The sooner
you go out, the better 4

He was standing there like some Pagan
avenging nemesis, his gray cyes twin slits
in his face, which was cold and tight and
hard. He held an ugly-looking automatic
in his right hand.

I started a scream which I immediately
stifled. Maxie went very white and started
backing up.

“Listen, Rex,” he said hoarsely, his eyes
bugging out with fear, “you can’t hold it
against me for wanting to beat it! I’m not
taking any rap for you or anybody else!
You hear me, Rex, I know enough about
you to send you to the chair! You got to
let me go, Rex!”

“That’s right, Maxie,” Rex agreed. “You
know enough about me to send.me to the
‘chair. And that’s why I’m letting you go,
Maxie. In fact, I’m sending you!”

Rex closed the door behind him, and
blasted three shots in rapid succession into
Maxie’s stomach.

While I watched in numb horror, a some-
how surprised expression came over Maxie’s
face and his hand went to his shoulder
where I knew he _was carrying a gun. He
didn’t make it. He wilted slowly to the
floor, like in slow motion, and lay there,
the life’s blood pouring out of him.

Rex watched him dying, impassively, for
a moment, then turned the Luger towards

me.

He said: “As for you, Alicia, it seems
regrettable, but I’m afraid that you, too—
now, at least—like Maxie, know too much
about me. Thus, you, too, must be elim-
inated. So...”

He never finished. Ken Morgan stepped
into the room behind him, and shoved a gun
into his back.

“So what, Auer! You can drop that
gun, too. I think I’ve heard enough now,
to put you in that electric chair you men-
tioned.”

Not a muscle moved in Rex’s face, and
he made no move to drop the gun. “No,”
he said carefully. “I shall not drop it.
Possibly you can kill me, but before I die,
I will have strength enough to pull this
trigger and also kill your young lady
friend !”

“You wouldn’t do that!” Ken said in a
strained voice. ,

“I would and will,” Auer said; and to
me: “Come forward, Alicia, please, slowly
so Mr. Morgan won't get ideas.”

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dream. It seemed so grim, so unreal,

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NCE known as the home of the
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a pesthole of vice and crime,
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“Indies, colored and white.’: Housing.

conditions are lamentable, poverty’
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sightseers while its bistros "offered
variety to New Yorkers jaded with
the standard high jinks’ of midtown
cafes. Then came the ° muggers, |
stealthy, vicious, deadly robbers.
- Small gangs of young Negroes or
Puerto Ricans hid in the. deep ‘shad-
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upon passersby, wielding knives, brass
knucks and blackjacks, ©*": 7

They prowled the northern ashen
of Central Park, snatching purses and
waylaying romantic couples. They
skulked in shadows at street intersec-
tions and robbed motorists who ‘
stopped for traffic lights, flinging open
car doors and assaulting the occupants
in blitzkrieg fashion, They utilized the
indescribable vice situation in Har-
lem to lure men to their doom.

Mugging grew even worse with the

influx to New York of thousands of
soldiers and sailors on leave. Typical
of a Harlem, wartime mugging was
the murder Of Private Edwin Berko-
witz, 24, found dying ‘on the steps of
a church.

Too frequently police are without a:
clue to the, muggers, but a witness
saw Berkowitz fighting for his life and
the plucky soldier left a mark on one
assailant. Detectives atrested Benitez
DeJesus, William Diaz and Amertoo
Romano, who confessed.

Two schools of thought prevail upon
a proper answer to the problem of
Harlem’s vice and crime. One would
apply sociological balms. But some
gruff, veteran police officers say,
“Turn us loose with our nightsticks.
Things will change in Harlem.”

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her voice tremulous, “I just got a tele-
gram from George. He’s in Philadelphia
and wants me to meet him there. He told
me to take the néxt Pennsy train and he’d
be waiting at Broad Street.” nf
Wide awake now, Senff drove O’Hagan
to Pennsylvania Station in Manhattan, The
Philadelphia express ° was ready to pull
out as O'Hagan dashed down the steps
to the platform and leaped into the last
car, .
An hour and a half later the train
rolled into the old Broad Street Station.
The early morning sun, shining through

| the tall windows, cast an eerie light in

the waiting room. His service revolver
within easy reach inside his coat, O’Hagan
strode down the long platform with the
Other passengers.

As he neared the waiting room his eyes
darted from side to side. Suddenly he
spotted a_ short, wiry man wearing a
light-gray felt hat, a tan jacket and tan-
_Striped white trousers. Without a doubt,
this was Damiar!

Circling the fugitive, O'Hagan closed
in. “Got you covered, Damiar!” he snap-
ped. “Raise your hands.”

The houseboy did as he was told, and
O’Hagan quickly frisked him for weapons,
He found none. “Put ‘em down,” he
barked, and as Damiar complied, he
snapped one handcuff around the house-
boy’s wrist and its mate around his own.

O'Hagan led the prisoner to a phone
booth and put through a long distance
call to Sullivan, infor ing him of the
capture. Then he led Damiar aboard
the next train back to New York.

When the detective arrived at the Pop-
lar Street station with his quarry, Sulli-
van and Bishop were waiting. Damiar
was booked and fingerprinted, revealing
for the first time that his real name was
Gavino Demier. Then he was driven to
the office of District Attorney Geoghan
for questioning.

Seated in Geoghan’s private office un-
der the piercing gaze of the prosecutor,
Commissioner Mulrooney, Assistant .Dis-
trict Attorney Kopff and the two inspec-
tors, Demier made a feeble attempt to
deny the murder. But, confronted with
the bloodstained socks and hat, he broke
down. .

“T'll talk! I'll talk!” he shouted, show-
ing excitement for the first time since his

| Capture. Then, while a stenographer took

down his statement, Demier began his
‘confession.

He admitted he had held a_ grudge
against Deely because of the firing, but
vowed that he had nothing to do with the

killing, which he claimed was accidental.
He had gone to the doctor’s house short-

ly after two o'clock Tuesday morning, he

said, because Sally Carter needed money
and he wanted to ask for a “loan” of
$25.

He entered the apartment with a key
which he had failed to turn back when he
was discharged. Then he suddenly de-
cided Deely wouldn’t lend him the money
and made up his mind to steal it instead.
He turned on the light in the living room.
He could see the doctor's wallet lying
on the bureau in the bedroom. He crept
in to get it.

“Doctor heard me,” Demier continued.
“He jumped out of bed, said, ‘George,
get out!’ He tried to hit me, so I hit
him—four, five times. He fell on the
floor, and I got scared, I ran into the
kitchen, picked up a grapefruit knife.
I stabbed him—many times. Then I got
some wire and tied it around his neck
to make it look like murder, I took the
money and got out.”

Demier said he threw the lethal knife
out a rear window before fleeing with
the wallet, which contained $54. He went
bagk to his room on Concord Street,
where he changed his clothes. Leaving
the bloody hat and socks in the closet,
he dropped off his suit at a cleaner’s,
Then he met Simplicio and had breakfast
with him, but said nothing of what had
occurred. After leaving his roommate,
he put $13 in an envelope and mailed
it to Sally Carter. Finally he took a train
for Philadelphia, where he had been hid-
ing out.

The confession completed, Geoghan led
Demier back to the scene of the crime,
where the houseboy re-enacted the mur-
der for police officials while news cameras
recorded it. .

Demier went on trial June 22, 1931,

before Judge Albert Conway and a blue-
ribbon jury in Kings County Court. It
was just 20 days after the murder.
Geoghan prosecuted in person.
* Three days later, after deliberating for
only seven minutes, the jury found
Demier guilty of first-degree murder, It
was the swiftest verdict ever returned in
Brooklyn court history. Judge Conway
promptly sentenced the former houseboy
to die in the electric chair,

Seven months elapsed while the convic-
tion was appealed, but on January 29,
1932, Gavino Demier, alias George
Damier, was led into the Sing Sing death
chamber and electrocuted.

Epiror’s Note: The name Sally Carter
is fictitious. : ;

DEAD MAN IN THE PLEASURE HOUSE

(CONTINUED FROM PAGE 21)

“When I cleaned up that gold belt
buckle I found there was some engraving
on it. The initials C. M. Do they mean
, anything?” ?

At the moment they didn’t.

The mystery became deeper once they
arrived back at the Holyoke police head-
quarters and checked on the Ownership
of the cottage. The property was owned
by F. N. Haywood, head of one of the
largest paper mills and outstanding in
community and national affairs,

Mr. Haywood professed to be equally

puzzled and confused when Hitchcock,

together with Nelligan and Sullivan,
“That doesn’t sound anything like my
visited him at his office.
place,” he insisted. “I had no idea it had
been changed around so.” :
When pressed for an explanation, he

‘added that he hadn’t been out to the cot-

tage for nearly three years.

“It was badly damaged in °36, when
the river overflowed its banks, Later I
went out’ and took a look at it and de-
cided it wasn’t worth fixing up. Not for
me; at. least. I rarely used the place in
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about the lips o gt.

Harry G. Klenk as he
stood aside, watching his fellow offi-
cers bend studiously over the body.
They'd have to consider the possibility
of accident, of course, but he had been
chief of the Buffalo, N. Y., homicide
squad long enough to know murder
when he saw it.

Once again he took in the scene to
which the police had gone in response
to an alarm spread by a small boy who
had sighted the body. True enough, a
man might have missed his step and
plunged down the ten-foot dirt em-
bankment to the quarry ledge. But not
even a drop like that could have
smashed the fellow’s skull in so many
places, Besides, how could the body
have rolled across the 15-foot-wide
rock shelf into the water and end up
under the raft in the abandoned, water-
filled quarry at the foot of Manhattan
Avenue ?

The detective sergeant shook his
head. No, it was murder and the body
had been in the water too long already.
Enough time had elapsed for the killer
to put the ehtire continent between
himself and this lonely spot.

The acting detective chief, William
T. Fitzgibbons, left the group around
the body and walked toward Klenk.

32

BY NELSON HUNTER |

“You're right, it's murder,’ Fitzgib-
bons told the sergeant. “But we haven't
learned much beyond the partial iden-
tification already established. Rocco
says he'll have to do an autopsy to give
us the facts we need.”

The homicide specialist nodded and
approached Dr. Rocco N. De Domi-
nicis, the medical examiner, who was
signaling his men to start the corpse
on its journey to the morgue.

“What can you tell me?” he asked.

“Not a great deal,” Dr. De Domi-
nicis answered. “Until further notice,
assume that the victim was a young
man in his early or middle 20’s, who
died at least two weeks ago after suf-
fering compound fractures of the skull.
We can’t tell about other injuries or
determine whether he died before or
after entering the water until we
perform the autopsy. He looked anx-
iously at Klenk. “I realize that’s not
much,” .

Klenk’s lips tightened. He couldn’t
possibly start with less, because even
the Army dog tag they’d found in the
victims jacket pocket could have been
planted there by the killer.

“Thanks, doctor. It'll have to do
for the time being,” he told the medical
examiner, and turned to greet: Lt.
James R. Barrett, head of the Buffalo
police crime laboratory, who had been

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Joseph Serio paid with his life for
refusing to join in a car racket.

listening while he waited to contribute
his bit.

“I’ve assigned Mike Gimbrone to
the identification job,” he informed
Klenk. “We found the name ‘Serio’
printed on the inside of the victim's
trousers, so it's likely that the dog tag
in his pocket really was his.

“We'll rush a check with Army
authorities, And if his fingertips won't
yield prints, we’ve got his teeth to fall
back on. They show signs of consider-
able.repair in the last few years, and
probably Army records will show that
it was done in the service.”

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autopsies and formal identifications
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a short cut. He thought for a minute,
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his own private Black Friday. Serios
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Serio seemed to be a man without a
family.

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sently, and then it came to him. The
draft boards, naturally ! With renewed
vigor he turned again to the task of
calling numbers. Two tries, and he
clicked. His pencil flew over the pad
on his desk and he thanked the draft
board official eloquently. .

Just as he reached for his hat, De-
tective Foy rang in to report negative
on both the hunt for the weapon and
the neighborhood canvass. ‘Never

DETECTIVE

The secret kept for so long by this grim water-filled quarry
proved only the start of a baffling mystery. Below, Harold E.
Schmidt of the Buffalo police laboratory points out to De
Dominicis, center, and another official where the body was
first sighted. At his right are the remains of the makeshift raft.

res A ~ KS 1"
<n 4 ae cuee <

mind that,’ Klenk told him. “Come
up here.”

Shortly after Foy appeared, he
found himself seated in Klenk’s car
heading for West Avenue. ‘At least,
that’s the last address reported to his
draft board,” Klenk explained as he
drove.

“What's the background?” Foy
asked,

“The Joseph Serio on file at the
draft board has the same general
physical description as the fellow we,
found in the quarry pool,” Klenk said.
“Same serial number as on the dog
tag, too.

“HE WAS inducted into the Army
in 1944, but later received a
medical discharge because of a bad
heart. After that he worked for a
steel company and served in the State
Guard. That probably explains why
he had a dog tag in his pocket. He was
only 23 years old.”

The elderly woman who met the
officers at the door of the West Ave-

nue house evinced such great curi- —

osity regarding their visit that Klenk
was hard put to avoid alarming her,
However, she explained readily that
Joseph had moved to Niagara Falls

only recently “to be near his girl.” The
officers tarried long enough to obtain
the girl’s name and address, and hur-
ried back to headquarters.

“Nice work,” Chief Fitzgibbons
complimented them. “Go up there and
question her. By the time you get back,
we should have something from the lab
for you.”

In Niagara Falls next day, Klenk
and Foy confronted an attractive
young woman whose worried expres-
sion told them immediately that their .
visit had not been in vain.

“Certainly I’m Joe’s girl,” she said
anxiously. “Why? Is something
wrong ?”

Klenk ignored the question. ‘““When
did you see Joe last?” he asked.

“Why, let’s see.” She frowned as if

marshalling her thoughts, then, “Oh,

I remember. It was two Sundays ago.
We had a date and he said he might go
home for a day or so.” She hesitated,
her eyes widening. “And I haven’t
seen or heard from him since.”

The sergeant digested this state-
ment slowly. Two Sundays ago would
be June 9. Apparently Serio had met
his death almost immediately after
reaching Buffalo. In fact, Dr. De
Dominicis’ estimate put death even
prior to the ninth. “Did he say why

33


he was going?” Klenk asked finally.
“Any special reason beyond a family
visit ?”

The girl shook her head.

“We have reason to believe Joseph
Serio has been murdered,” Klenk told
her. “So far, you're the last known
person to see him alive.”

The girl’s hand flew to her throat.
She stared unbelievingly at the officer,
then burst into tears. Foy and Klenk
exchanged a quick glance. This was
no act.

“We must know who his friends
were,” Foy told her gently. “And if
possible, his enemies. Can you help
us 2”

The girl shook her head. “I only
wish I could,” she said tearfully. “But
Joe hadn’t been up here long enough
to make any friends or enemies. The
only people he knew well were me and
my brother. He lived with my brother,
you see, over on Fourth Street.”

After a few parting words of sym-
pathy the officers hurried to the
Fourth Street address. Admitted by
the landlady, they spent an hour in-
specting the clothing, personal be-
longings and letters Joseph Serio had

left behind, and ended up with noth-
ing in the slightest way revealing.

At half past five, the victim’s room-
mate returned to the house and readily
answered the detective’s questions. A
young man of good reputation, he
stated that he had been as baffled as his
sister by Serio’s prolonged  ab-
sence.

“It just wasn’t like Joe to take off
that way,” he said. “He was a good
kid and never got into trouble.”

“How about girls?” Klenk asked
cautiously.

This query evoked a hearty laugh.
“Of course not,” the young man
scoffed. “He liked my sister too much.
He was a straight kid, I tell you.”

“What about the opposite angle,
then? Did he have any enemies? Was
anybody jealous because your sister
favored him ?”

“No, nothing like that,” was the
emphatic reply. “I’m as much at a
loss as you are.”

That, Klenk agreed privately,
covered a lot of territory. He had
come up to the Falls full of optimism,
and here he was, still without a clue,
not even a hint of a motive.

&

“Think we ought to stay or head
back ?” he asked his partner.

“Well... .” Foy absently fingered
the keys to their police car in his
pocket, and suddenly an idea struck
him. “Say !” he exclaimed. “We don't
even know how Serio got to Buffalo.
Why didn’t we ask if he had a car?”

Half an hour later they had the
answer. Joseph Serio ha owned a
1942 coach, painted tan, with red
wheels and three hub caps missing.
The license number was not known to
his Niagara Falls connections, but that
could easily be checked in Buffalo.
And if anyone was caught in posses-
sion of Serio’s car he would have a
lot of explaining to do!

After warning the Niagara Falls
police to be on the alert for the miss-
ing automobile, the two officers re-
turned to Buffalo. In their absence,
Michael Gimbrone, the photo and
identification expert, had completed
his liaison with Army authorities.

“The fingerprints were useless, but
comparison of the teeth with Dental
Corps charts proves that he is Joseph
Serio,” he informed the detective.

Dr. De Dominicis, who had per-
formed the autopsy, also had im-
portant information.

“Tests indicate Serio was dead
when he entered the water,” he an-
nounced, “The multiple fractures sug-
gest that he was struck repeatedly with
a heavy, sharp instrument, like a claw
hammer.’ He paused significantly.
“And one more thing. The crushing
of the skull apparently was intended to
cover up bullet holes. We failed to
locate the slugs, but one small hole
above the cheek bone looks as if it had
been made by a small caliber bullet.”

Bain put to rest any lingering
doubts on two points—identifica-
tion of the victim and the fact it was
murder, But to Klenk, whose mind had
been made up about both subjects,
official confirmation of his opinions
did not help much. His report to Chief
Fitzgibbons resulted in an eight-state
teletype message describing the miss-
ing car.

Next, Klenk launched into a back-
ground investigation, questioning
friends, neighbors and former em-
ployers about Joseph Serio’s habits
and associations. He learned only that
the victim had an excellent reputation,
which did not help much.

Several days passed. Still no physi-
cal clues, and no lead to a motive.
Then Klenk had an idea. He went
again to Chief Fitzgibbons, who in
turn consulted Police Commissioner
Thomas J. McMahon. The commis-

Warned
the blac}
around,

The black-haired man, right, finall
, was trapped into telling what too
place behind this a window.

sioner followed through with a call to
the Fire Department.

“It’s just possible,” McMahon said,
“that the killer decided to hide Serio’s
car by driving it over the brink of the

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34 STARTLING © DETEC


| Bebites recorded th the orlgial Account Book of the SJ. EE
County Board of Supervis0rs /746-1§24. (lnpaynated)

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aw of misiap in Sny execution ia
New York
a REMARKABLE HAN
When THs OBSERVER s teyort rallied upos
Pay thie morning Barter Kuily was patttiv
phe Gariabing touches, te the euindenamd nain's
toilet, fie ‘was in bin start leovvs, were a!
biack yest and coat, stariding . collar, ent }
necktie, a Rhine stone pin in bis shirt fr
ged ribboa in Bis bution bole atiach=!
ebain eri probably entch, Whi
ber brushed his chttweg cure
eprinkled perfausery Ep it
that the necktie slipred ap am Bie o
Opssnvse's reporter jp wo
on both vides, whereupon Day etptored
thaske aud declare! thet be fely bere
fortable
Aske of be intended to mpanytound
ecaffola, Day itt” Mie, theme Bae lew"
mock sehd alread’, and wach of Wh he
gamle up or warmed over at over >
that it did not repres. 6 the trot
pater by ad teak, *¢ There i nethin
can be sald oF need ty be aan, fF wit
talk do any © ae
Eight reporters and correspondents were" |
the room te Dey fia the past tune betes
the end After awhiie be we aed ar .
north side of the curt! rot of wehe @
marked to Deputy Garker ~The new
fellows have come heire Wo are tne weaken
goat Toot them 4
fier. F. Owen, the venerble st iritual ed j
weer of Day, arrived about 9:0, He sani thet j
he woold content bireif with « brief extem: |
porenecus prayer it the-vell anil @ still beeetore
one o@ the seatfols if ie went down theres i
That vas in soror tance with his owt juig- t
ment of the fitpess of Mang amd by Day's re
'
in the best of spirits and playfully |
fee Bacher Kelly when the latter bet |

arn,

ad teve, and o deputy suggwstet & at he
should kiss bia.

Coroner Jones, Dr Hyland, toe Jail Payet- |
cian, and Dr. James Hunt were the physt |
cians et the execution }
i
4

‘The Las Hour H
At O15 a. #. Sberiff Batchelor, accom }
panied by witness. wantto Day apartment |
te reed the death Warrant Dey stood in!
front of bis cell, wearing © black sack coat.
Io the beft buttonbole was & lergy yellow ree |
and attached wo it wee « Work of dark brown |
hair, He leaned against « table as Sheriff |
Hatchelr toad the warrant, When the read
ing was cont judet be clapped bis open bands |
together and moved from the table with a)
smile, on it pleased thet this vonevessary for !
mule was over |
telore the Sheriff and witnesses arrived
Rev. K Owen, of the Free Methodist Church,
prayed with him. Dey knelt and declare! to
the Lord that be wae gouiltlews of premetitated |
pourcer
Deputy Burke bad pinloned his arms loosely
before tie reading «f the warrant, aod the
strap “ae tightened later Hy tade Tae OF
ganvan’s reporter good bye, acd remarked
with « emule, “Take good care of yourself.” |
TH MARCH TO THE GalLLowe
At 10:20 a. we the march t the gallows wae)
begun 'u the following order:
Sherif! Batcbelor an Ree, O. M Owen
Rev. K Overs, Clement Artber Day and |
Baske. \
Mec Eiwaine
tive of TRS Onaraven and

Rowe Sentinel,
of Utes Heralt and Press,

Physicians aod county «fficials |
Day's face wore a sulle frome the titoe of |
rising to the end. The route ta the seaffoll
wes from the upper eastern corridor, do
qwo pair of stairs, aw! into the yard tnreagh |

ower eastern corriluls andl over 100 feet |

1 the texte, the ruts fury certified te the |

+ 0, 18

l mother. and tt wee iwre thet Vay iiet

eee: PRON FOREN. Day's pulse and domtts. tounts Cx
Afier {2 wed beet hanging fully Rtsewm make - Se ee A won pall went ¢
spon 4 stretcher. act av hh
4 eur eet resubted tv |
ruck tat beee | m

novel of the black csp there wus coached Ve pres

m of any
of Rochester, arrived
Clee aaieae oleh wt the ¥ ' a e yope put ard

vdertaker tiene men, uke charge oo "fe .  wwiyer, Re
L PUI ‘2

feggrea «t0t
death of Day, acoordiugt ) the fidget sf the | iwi aastencet .

iter at 3 M.. vices Libor ft rvesaaend hy

Pres Wey ath 4 were o bury atoat

law, ard ti ornedee of done Roma Ore June | Detective Lathan wes doa duty at the jail
I lara ty be legnl \ ‘

wcluding al) offictals ©

} the jail ewtrane™ ns malitery
fe was One of the] othe ri
onterly emt bx ‘ fry-tiedd the

( any that has ever Leen sea ta this |

Bureide Torenteodt
utriow Short Ratehet

hibits! * by yetctaus apd off
Proctor Viet ¢ " t. bearipy
bruge? ager, Of Ruane rh tu wat
neil, Dew Hyland os ob Phatit week

ue Die OS thet declared U 8 7 a 4 dah pggr a
ert well nerer hreasig bie Gon b

shieaiT Matcheloe took Lay teoacfrett room
for the photos + amt as con) sears

Lar A who ®as sent

roencure ley 4 * eothing and
on wees tne wa found
Laster atiowt Be Wer RYT the &+
and ia Day's bed
coed with op
4 weit execpt, |
is babbe that weotrkt , re “ttl ‘ poe thao

‘ ant. the gallows, mares ‘ i t* ¥ ’ Bo Circe petaded? Ube
t inte, bie

in posible that the port, Wae cots "
ite i ) ? ste nem

wt tow tt eae! dint overret

| aim by bis peeniaar « il Gather on me t atauts opts inl eet

€ full age
r ‘ tice dailies
BUT FEW abou Sa THE Fein if a ) ‘ ( the Are

litem and *ithuat the » » intending t
The day vox e very coll ane ajv!

policemen on duty aroun! the jari «

had Httie. of . nothing to lo

trving keep were (mtv @ few Hien

moore therswalk opp! y the fart, and another ase

sqnadt un the Best commer be yont. t 1remens tad to Under sberdl

oc Poteet te
story of the Crime a rete varrente wel
Clement Arthur Day #* ald be 4 year
age the oth of next March The felty
éharies C, Day, the wily witness'to tte trage |
wiv. | His vietin’s manden nee eee dchanie |
Kune, or Juste * Tosa, se she wes fansilterty |

ORSHKHTATIUSS.

Dancing ih Latayeie tall Seturday eves

i known = Ber wiothrr eet jen mea Pome. Ay ing.

few yrare aco Josie married @ aD, neamet tient anil col + th Ue mercury et .

Crom, bot tbey lived tegether only = sivret
tims = Tow girl returned te live with ber

above st >a ™
_. Festival and bexar in ht Paul's Coureb,
t Winitesbare, thie efentnx '

ber, Svimequently dose “Tse preveatied upon | yaad tee of Trimty Seem Chapter the

Ly Clement to ge with him to his fathers
reshleges at Lock No. © om the Biack
Haver Canal, about two ries Cron: the village
of Boonmiile, ebere the father was emploved |
as lucktender, The younger Day bed ben | paoy in the Arbors thi ning H
married, but hie wife dived He was @ hiftiows Parish toa 10 Peok's Hall, pent field, ty?
fellow, lived from hand to marth on different | the ladies of Mt Paull Mixdon, totaorro
places, fually bringing UP gt bia father's with ; even’ ‘ j
the woman Jone Rone- Cries From the cr- First private party of the th Y, D. of s
cumstances learned by Tite OnseAvERs fep- F. at Hutchinson Ba 1, Morstss ing, Fet>
resentative, #bO yinted the scene of the aur | rnary |
der the day ft occurred, it war evident wnat tee Uriea Corothantery © itt hoki a special |
Day war jralous of Juste, Bile wanted to re | Conclave this evening to take mition um the |
turn t bér mother, and be oppomet it, seying death of Sir Roight George ¥ cat
if atie left bir she would never return Fi} ~ Meeting of tore interested im establishing |
nally © letter wae received mying her mother | * canning factory ip Whitesboro, in tie Town
was very wick, ard wished her daughter to Hall, in that village, Feb. 1 at fe
come to ber at onc bay agreed Ww | Owing ta poor Ke the Face bet ween trott
ber writing to ber mother 1@ feply, The tet | ters owned by Edward Mullen and Wo |
ter was written ani the (wo started for Boon- Salth, which wast. have oceurred yesterday
ville madit When but a short distance | was postponel frpate fini ter! y
from the lock, however, Day, who was walk- The third ansual con ert of Zioo'® Leth
ing by her wir, voddenly turned ber aronad | ere day schoul urder the dip -otion-of Prot
Yecmg bis, ard then struck her with a puteber | Doetiok ell take place ty Proctor & Jucote
anife be net « opcealed about bis person. Bbe | Overe Hotise that os esi ng,
fell from the blow, whereapon be leaned over “~~
her prostrate Corny and contiuesd the cutting,
pon, shen the post mortnm was made, eight Now that Corn Hill pee
id@inct cum were fount, one of which et; en ulster man, they Save
tered the beert and another rippet the atic | ‘hlividead to wal with, Hie has teen waking
ynen, The only witness of the staboing #as the | Dasebode prinetpally around Elia street Last
father of thy murterer, wbO chanoet to conw | evening shout ceren o'cink, ae atannity ying
s ; om that street were ta) their supper. they

evening fan *# to B® eho’

—Fort »chuyler Renee ¢ tub beoed show to
Lafaverte Hall, Fetquary 4G

~~ Miluery pati of toe own Separate Com

|

A Subject fer the Pohee.

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slave BMEs, black, 16, hanged Kingston, NY, 7/8/1803

"Ghe black girl whom we lately mentioned as having been convicted
of murder, was executed on Friday last agreeably to sentence,"
THE KINGSTON PLEBLIAN, July 13, 1803

"Mr, Bruyn's servant 'Iris' aged
stxteen or thereabout. Finding of
Wilful Murder."

The above is a transcript of a handwritten notation in the battered
remains of what appears to have once been a journal of some kind that
was kept by the Ulster County coroner. There is no page number and no

specific date. But the file jacket is endorsed with the following legend:

‘Coroner 1801-1805'

This scrap is found among loose papers in the Restricted Access
Records Repository of the Ulster County Office Building, Kingston,
New York. It is the domain of the Ulster County Clerk. However the
personnel of the Ulster County Clerk's Office are so ignorant of their
older holdings that it would seem highly unlikely that they even know
about the existence of this 'scrap'. Indeed, one may justifiably single
out Ulster County as the most befuddled of all Empire State counties
when it comes to cognizance of their archival holdings.

It would seem to be a pretty safe bet that the above notation refers
to the female slave of Abraham Bruyn who was executed at Kingston on
July 8th 1803 for murdering his infant child. Remarkable how this case
has been pieced together from many far-flung sources!

Minuies of The Ulster lounty (oard of Siperuisers /173- [806 Pye 244. tnty dated 0-7-1803

To Heary Sh Af Shern# for exces We Wench 'f, ,
murder lf rep masters chile, Ays aaah : Ayn” ot Abrehaen briy 4 ot Shawengunk yor

For executing Dayon the wench as abeve. $7.50
For making” the gallows . £5 |
for coffh ~ “$1.50

For a frock for Sod. wench & making a

| | cep $1.95
For dissing the grove and burying her, ‘S$ /
Tohl. £ 16.75 |
Executed ak tilystin Ny 1 7-é-

cog. *g Aiur ‘AN SUO4SsdUTyY peyNoexe SsaeTs eTeweg *NOAVG

‘

1803. flest note correct name ‘Payor’

| Straye name ty a gr! ; possibly misspelled tran Diane’ Delete Fhe Cognonten of
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Pont of Hinxiell, ecr < | kuawas Her mother coi tow meae Reve
He ie Oe BRAKE 4 ( ; few years ago dowia rurtind? @ diel, nose
‘4 | (rome, beat Caer Lead togetines oF
y tite The gist “retur
hair, tte wet mga thiet t Pynother. and it wad tea thet
Katebelor ore ben rt { hr Syatmecpammtly cio ems por
ing) wa i ab ge 4 Ly (hawent to go with hiav to
tentleowee wt  Lork. Na. 66
River Canal, about too ation frou the village
of Doon wits, Poere the father was empha
_, fe locktender, The yoonger lay tad ac
| married, bat Bie wife ined. He was e oh liieay
t fetlow, lived from haued to ocath in tufereat
| places, foally bemaging op gt Lue fatter a with
the woman Josie RosacOree From the cor |
eumatenc» learnet hy Tre Ceska ERS rey
Pheentaiwe, who visited one scene cd the mir
der tue day it occurred, it was evident dnat
Diy was poluas of Josw. She Wanted ta re
stray wire t | *0fn to ber mother, and be eppenest , seving
Onuven~ Te 4 «i { pif she left bun ste would never retarn Fi
withs wont ‘al er | Dally @ letter wae recived saying ber mother
wae * ‘ ‘ ; wAe Very sek, and wiehead ber dangtter ba
| ee 6 6te (Uher oat once Day. agreed tw
ber writing to ber mother in reply Pine fee
ter was Written aid the two started for Seon.
Bhevifl ter ville maitit, When bet a short dixte
Bev Eo diwe be a 4 ahaa
s sy 3 es . a0 | from the loek, however, Day, whi. wax walk
Be, uty Boeke f img by ber wie, suddenty turned her arcnod
Dejuity Me Bye | Feeng bon, ant then struck ber witha butche
. t Oa butcher
Kaite he tied cComcetied abuct bin perwian She |
| fell from the blow, whoreapon be Lanet over!
‘ | her prostrate fourm and coutinued the cubtitig, |
Physitians « P pie epee
Day etace # | wth, @hen the pest me rte wah inades ohgtit |
ae i ¥ weet cucs wete found, one of @hhet ety
Pinte Hehe eth: D8 ; hp Shed the bet rtand enother mpypet the abty
wes fran the yipee ow al cerry riod men. The only witness of thestaboing «ax Loe
two peice of stair t t : father of the murderer, Shirchancet to come
the lower axe ' wt ' aot) GU Of the locthimee aa the Coupde ctarte?
., and Boenville, He wea too far away %&
oe interfera, and. on avenunt of oid age and
fertlenes, powerkess to did any tntiic \ fier
Batetiobor eloped ates { cies! eat: | kilimeg the’ woman Young Day diray be
right boty into the bdanee by tlie roectiilien, core w
The reneratie Rew 1 rent; Dias] the knife inks « crek pear by, where it was
faughed aid belpoi t fi ¥ in ihe “eerquedtty found, and implored his father
te bury the revustan: i lite the od rae at fly <
| tesaeed Code, but arter a while be agreed tu
bury than ttiatwmtt However bie better jaty
thent prevaited, ami be ifort? the office
the piorder juste! fy the toeahtine yung
Dey rat into the woods, but ape fla hag Sie
self fuliows! came. out and geve timself ap. ”
in interviews with him after has arrest it
‘ particle of regret for what be Bed dotie couid
Unused bis sruilang . be drawn from hing, He admiturd the killing, |
Depaty Balla, of Fonda, lait bie hands bat claimed that Kowa did not want to. recurs |
his shodkier: Ww mwist th tightening the | tq ber mother, tha: sh=- had tepdatedly said |
strepe on bis arms Dav turned qu y | she bad rather die than go back and he bel |
and seeing ® strangr face, weumet @ kind of «| simply done es she wanted him to. On the |
“ Well whoareyou!) expressiin, hat shortiy | Sanit of the camal waa found « rope with « '
afterward resumed bis smile ani faced ty the Sine ted to This was explained by Day }
| muyimg that be intended to drown himself |
petth He looked duwn when his legs were! after killing ber. He was brought to the Utica
being pinioned, and then stars! at the side ys jail as econ as the inqoest in Boonville bad
the shed, looking serious for a moment | heen concluded, where be bas since remained,
Rev. K Owen then made brief praver, the | axtept during the trial, held wm Rowse, whan
officials, physicians and jurore erocovering | be wae taken to that mty
their beads. Air Owen's praver was foilc Sal Guo. Notes.
“Our Father which are tn Heaver we thank A coid Day!

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October, 1933

a
was
doc-
He,
but
/pro-
: the
x te
ition
ifica-
f his
Ist
was
ding
ttan.
Fili-
sary
> on
l-up.
| of
as-
Fili-
2tec-
ay Seneca Simplicio, an important
tunt witness in the trial of the killer of
New Dr. Deely
| of %
_ “At 55 Concord Street,” ~*:
\ of wBrooklyn?” F
es.
Simplicio then went on to say that
gs until two days ago he had shared a
ce room at the Concord address with
1 George Damiar. As far as he, Simpli-
cio, knew, Damiar still resided there.
. But’ Damiar had moved. Exactly
sob When, no one knew. The proprietor of
i the rooming house at 55 Concord Street
=e had that very morning gone to Da-
miar’s room to ask for the rent, and
found a note pinned to a dresser scarf.
the It was from Damiar, and it begged_the
=e landlord not to feel too badly about
; Damiar’s sudden decision to leave with-
he cut the formality of paying for his
stag room.
the Detectives Senft and Kelly, who had
yas gone there looking for Damiar, turned
the room upside down, finally coming
away with a battered paper suitcase,
Ho- containing a brown fedora hat and a
and pair of socks,
in
HEN they reached Head uarters,
de- Wie put "through a call “os the
: county chemist. For the hat and the
ae | socks were saturated with blood. The
ind chemist’s test showed it to be human
ity, blood.
tich This discovery was made quite early
-m- in the evening of June 2nd—in time for
ght the news of it to get into the mail edi-
ind tions of the tabloids,
he Of course, all the Filipinos in New
an- York did not know George Damiar,
but the papers carried a description of
for him. A small, debonair young man
not with a cauliflower right ear. That par-
one ticular description cost the New York
- police hectic days and sleepless nights,
rm for it seemed as though every Filipino
in America possessed a cauliflower right
ear. No less than five hundred Suspects
with an ear of this design, were picked
re: up and questioned in New York and
other cities; particularly those along

The Master Detective

the seacoast, for it had been reported
that Damiar, an ex-sailor, would seek
Passage out of the country aboard a
merchant vessel.

New York detectives haunted the
steamship offices day and night. Da-
miar was variously reported aboard a
United States battleship; working as
an oiler on a tramp steamer: and as
preparing to sail from this or that port
for Africa, South America or Europe.

Of course, all such reports had to be
checked closely, but the effort’ brought
no results, except in one instance, when
Detectives. Walker and McCarthy
struck a warm trail on June 4th. They
had gone to investigate a tip that
Damiar would try to book passage
aboard the S. S, Ruth Kellog, of the
Kellog Steamship Lines, then lying at
anchor at the Robins Dry Dock.

Chief Officer Cronin ‘of the S. S.
Kellog at once recognized the descrip-
tion of Damiar as the man who had
applied to him for a job that very
morning around 11 o'clock. It was
then noon. Cronin had hired him, and
he was to show up to join the crew
later in the day. The detectives re-
mained aboard the ship until 10
o'clock the next morning, when they
were relieved by two. other officers.
But Damiar did not return.

AND while: many members of the
New York detective force were con-
centrated along the waterfront, Detec-
tive Ramirez stuck doggedly to the
“drab, colorless task of going in and out
of Filipino dance halls and Fili ino
yi rooms within the city. tebe
alma followed at the heels of the de-
tective, and together they interviewed
half a hundved eople who were ac-
quainted with Canthe Damiar, but
none know his present whereabouts.
Feeling hungry the two entered a Span-
ish restaurant in Sands Street, Brook-
lyn, where they took a table that com-
manded a view of the entrance, and
ordered dinner, Palma proved a good
man for the detective’s Purpose, He
seemed to know everyone. Several
times during the meal, Palma greeted
some acquaintance, Always he intro-
duced the detective as a friend who
operated a _ Filipino employment
agency.
Ramirez made no mention of Da-

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78

The Master Detective

‘‘Whittled’’to Death! The Strange Murder of the Fashionable Doctor

entered the office in Brooklyn Head-
quarters.

“ft told you all | know back there
at the house,” he was saying. “The
doctor gave me some _ instructions
about removing some refuse, and I went
straight up to bed. Yes, I answered
the telephone at 2 o'clock, but | don’t
know who was calling. It was a
woman's voice, and she asked for “Mr.
Smith,” or some such name. I don’t
remember exactly.”

Convinced that Lindars was. telling
the truth, Inspector Sweeney dismissed
the man, and sent for Mrs. Lindars.

“Mrs. Lindars,” the officer began,
“you said when you entered the doc-
tor’s bedroom, and found him lying on
the floor, apparently dead, you went
outside and called a policeman. You
also said that the front door was
locked; that you unlocked it yourself,
when you went to summon an Officer.
Is that right?”

She rephed that it was.

“you couldn’t possibly be mistaken
about the door being locked, could
your”

“Absolutely not.”

“How long did you say you and your
husband had worked for Dr. Deely?”

“Less than a month.”

“That will be all, Mrs. Lindars,”
said the Inspector. When she had gone,
he turned to District Attorney Geo-
ghan, who was present, and asked the
prosecutor what he made of it all.

Mr. Geoghan suggested jealousy as a
possible motive for the crime, saying:

“It is known that Dr. Deely was ad-
mired by many women, and this offers
possibilities.”

This “possibility,” that a jealous
husband or lover had done the deed,
was entirely plausible, inasmuch as one
of the mutilations upon the body of
Dr. Deely was such as might suggest
sadistic jealousy. But still there were
these facts to be faced:

The unexplained way in which the
murderer had entered and left the
house: and his unmistakable knowledge
of the plan of the third floor, indicated
by the directness of his movements
from the doctor’s bedroom to the
breakfast nook, where, undoubtedly,
he had obtained the grapefruit knife
with which Dr. Deely was killed.

Amid the maze of conflicting the-
ories as to the crime, Lieutenant Ho-
nan sat unsatisfied. He remembered
the blood stain which appeared ex-
traordinarily low on the breakfast
room drape.

“Four feet from the floor,” he mused.

Then he went out to where Arthur
Lindars was waiting to be dismissed.
He appraised the man narrowly. No,
it wasn’t possible. Arthur Lindars was
a big man, almost as tall as the de-
tective. Lieutenant Honan returned to
Inspector Sweeney’s office, where Dr.
Kreag was being interrogated a second
time.

Dr. Kreag was asked what he knew
of the chauffeur and maid, Arthur and
Norma Lindars.

(Continued from page 35)

“Very little,” he said, adding, “They
only came to work for Dr. Deely re-
cently.”

“Who were the doctor’s servants be-
fore the Lindars camer” Inspector
Sweeney asked.

“There were several,” he said. “All
Filipinos.” .

Lieutenant Honan entered the exam-
ination here with the question, “Was
any one of these Filipinos a small man,
a five feet four or five inches
tall?”

Dr. Kreag replied that all of them
had been small. “Most Filipinos are,”
he said.

Asked if he remembered any of their
names, he said one was named Seneca
Simplicio; another John Palma; and a
third, an ex-prize fighter with a cauli-
flower right ear, was known to him

Don Gaspar, who aided the police
in the capture of the slayer, and who
was later trapped in another crime

only as “George.” This George had
been the chauffeur.

“Then you don’t recall a Tony Pi-
sano, either as a servant or a patient
of the doctor’s?” Honan asked.

Dr. Kreag said he didn’t think there
had ever been a Tony Pisano in the
epioy of Dr. Deely, but that it was
possible the doctor might have had a
“patient by that name. hereupon Ho-
man passed the witness a slip of paper,
on wich was written the name, Tony
Pisano, 1870 Troy Avenue, Brooklyn.

“1 picked this up from a bureau in
the doctor’s room,” he explained.

Following the interview with Dr.
Kreag, a general alarm was sent out
over the police tele-typewriter system
to pick up three Filipinos, Simplicio,
Palma and the man_ known as
“George”; also one Tony Pisano, living
at 1870 Troy Avenue.

Tony Pisano was located readily
enough. He explained how Dr. Deely
happened to have his name written on
a slip of paper. About a month prior

to June 2nd, 1930 when Dr. Deely was
found murdered, Pisano said, the doc-
tor had advertised for a chauffeur. He,
Pisano, applied for the position, but
did not meet with the doctor’s appro-
val. Dr. Deely did, however, take the
man’s name and address, saying he
would consider Pisano’s application
should he need a man of his qualifica-
tions at a later date.

Pisano told a convincing story of his
movements on the night of June Ist
and the morning of June 2nd, and was
released.

John Palma was discovered residing
at 3 West 65th Street, in Manhattan.
With the introduction of several Fili-
pinos into the case, it became necessary
to detail every available detective on
the force to assist in their round-up.
The result was that by nightfall of
June 2nd the number of officers as-
signed to do nothing else but hunt Fili-
pinos was greater than the entire detec-
tive force of many a fair-sized city.
Every known habitation, every haunt
of the Filipino race in Greater New
York, became the hunting ground vi
Commissioner Mulrooney’s sleuths.

That was how Detectives Ramirez
and Diamond beating that section of
Manhattan around 65th Street, and
Columbus Avenue, came upon the resi-
dence of John Palma. Sure, Palma
knew Dr, Deely. He had been his but-
ler. How long had it been since he
worked for the doctor? More than a

ear.

“How did you happen to have a job
with lSr. Deely?” Ramirez, speaking
Spanish, asked.

moore Damiar got him the job.

Detective Ramirez leaped for the
telephone in the hall at John Palma’s
rooming house.

“Let me have |.i:utenant Honan,” he
said when Brooklyn Headquarters an-
swered, When he got Honan on the
wire, Ramirez said, “The ‘George’ you
are looking for is George Damiar.”

THE case was breaking, thought Ho-

man, as he hung up the receiver and
turned to see who the two officers in
the door had brought in.

“Here’s Simplicio,” one of the de-
tectives announced.

Seneca Simplicio was found working
as a butler in the home of Mr. and
Mrs. Thomas Powers, in Garden City,
Long Island. He had an alibi, which
was partly corroborated by his em-
ployers. He had served dinner the night
of June Ist at the Powers home, and
then retired to the kitchen, where he
remained until nearly midnight, clean-
ing up. He had then gone to bed.

Mr. and Mrs. Powers vouched for
the first part of the story, but could not
say positively that Simplicio had gone
to bed, and remained there.

“Do you know George Damiar?”
Lieutenant Honan asked.

Simplicio knew Damiar.

“When did you see him last?”

ri days ago,” was the instant re-

y.

“Where was that?”

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‘““Whittled’> to Death—The Strange Murder of the Fashionable Doctor 35

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Inspector Sullivan knew what
the drawer wilh the bloody glass
knob contained even before he
opened it. It was the cutlery
drawer. He made a list of the articles it contained, and
sought another interview with Arthur Lindars and _ his
wife.

“That’s what I thought,” he said, after the interview.
“There is one knife missing from the drawer. The grape-
fruit knife.”

A GRAPEFRUIT knife has a curved blade—for getting

under the meat of the fruit, and it need not be un-
usually sharp to perform the operation. Dr. Deely’s grape-
fruit knife certainly had not been a sharp one. The ugly
wounds on his body, his face and his hands and arms, at-
tested to that.

U

Inspector Sullivan felt sure of the accuracy of his rea-

soning, except for one thing. If, as he believed, the mur-
derer made his trip to the breakfast nook before he slew
Dr. Deely, how did it happen that he left a bloody trail
from the bedroom? It was a point that had to be cleared
up if he hoped to make any progress with the investiga-
tion. He got Dr. Marten, the medical examiner on the
telephone, and asked for a full report on the extent of the
dead man’s injuries.

After his telephone conversation with the medical exam-
iner, Inspector Sullivan turned to Lieutenant Ray Honan,
of the Brooklyn Main Office Homicide Squad, and gave
him the following facts of the case, as he saw them:

Dr. Deely was attacked in bed, and in the struggle, a

George Damiar, former house servant of the slain
doctor, being questioned by the authorities in the
room where the murder was committed

piece of heavy carv g was torn
from a bed post. The murderer
seized it, and, when he came to
grips with the doctor in the cen-
ter of the room, he used the carved ornament as a club. He
stunned the doctor with one blow, and dashed into the
breakfast room for a weapon with which to finish the job.
‘When he returned, the doctor had regained his feet, and
put up a game fight for his life. The cuts on his hands and
arms bore evidence of the terrific struggle that had ensued
for possession of the knife.

With his theory of what had happened made plain, In-
spector Sullivan instructed Lieutenant Honan to follow up
the interrogation of the witnesses already rounded up, when
they should be called for questioning by Inspectors Bishop
and Sweeney at Brooklyn Headquarters.

“You will find the solution in something that is said
during that questioning,” was the Inspector's final
word, when he left with Commissioner Mulroonev and
Chief ‘Inspector O’Brien, for Police Headquarters in Man-
hattan.

Lieutenant Honan did not at once leave the scene of the
crime. He remained long enough to make a few notes of
seemingly unimportant little details that had not been
greatly stressed. One of these was the exact location of
the smudge of crimson on the breakfast nook portiere. The
stain, he noted, appeared rather low on the drape. Four
feet from the floor, to be exact. He jotted it down in his
notebook, and left for Inspector Sweeney’s office.

Arthur Lindars, the murdered man’s chauffeur, was talk-
ing, when Lieutenant Honan (Continued on page 78)


October, 1933

Seneca Simplicio, an important
witness in the trial of the killer of
Dr. Deely

“At 55 Concord Street,”

“Brooklyn?” :

Yigg. :

Simplicio then went on to say that
until two days ago he had shared a

wm at the Concord address with
George Damiar. As far as he, Simpli
knew, Damiar still resided there
ut Damiar had moved. Exa tly
1, no one knew. The proprietfr of
the rooming house at 55 Concord / treet
had that very morning gone fo Da-
miars room to ask for the rfnt. and
‘ound a note pinned to a drefSer scarf.
It was from Damiar, and it yegged the
landlord not to feel too Madly about
Uamuar’s sudden decision fo leave with-
out the formality of paying for his

om :

Detectives Senft an Kelly, who had
gone there looking ffr Damiar. turned
the room upside d&vn finally coming
iway with a batgered paper suitcase
mtaining a brof&vn fedora hat and a
air of socks,

VW iil N thes reached Headquarters
they puf through a call for the
inty cheyfist. For the hat and the

cks werefsaturated with blood. 1 he

nemist’s fest showed it to be human
0d
[his Alscovery was made quite early
the ~fvening of June 2nd —in time for

AAS OF It to get Into the mail eqdi-
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The Master Detective

the seacoast, for it had been reported | Hair Splitting Edge he

that Damiar, an ex-Sailor, would seek
Passage out of the country aboard a
merchant vessel.

New York detectives haunted the
steamship offices day and night. Da-
miar was variously reported aboard a
United States battleship; working as
an oiler On a tramp steamer; and as
preparing to sail from this or that port
for Africa, South America or Europe

Of course, all such reports had to Ae
checked closely, but the efforts bro#ght
no results, except in one instance Avhen
Detectives Walker and M carthy |
struck a warm trail on June 4 They |

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Damiar would try to bo6k passage |
aboard the S. S. Ruth lllog, of the
Kellog Steamship Lines/then lying at
anchor at the Robins Dry Dock.

Chief Officer Cronfn ‘of the S. S.
Kellog at once recognized the descrip-
tion of Damiar af the man who had
applied to him Aor a job that very
morning aroung Il o'clock. It was
then noon. Crfnin had hired him, and
he was to sfow up to join the crew
later in thé day. The detectives re-
mained gboard the ship until 10
o'clock phe next morning, when they
were télieved by two other officers.
But Damiar did not return,

AXAD while many members of the
New York detective force were con-
ntrated along the waterfront, Detec-

tive Ramirez stuck doggedly to the |
drab, colorless task of going in and out |
st Filipino dance halls and Filipino |
Pyol rooms within the city. John |
PNma followed at the heels of the de- |
tecNve, and together they interviewed |
halt\a hundred people who were ac-
quainted with George Damiar, but |
none Rnow his present whereabouts. |
Feeling hungry the two entered a Span-
ish restatyant in Sands Street. Brook-
lvn, where\hey took a table that com- |
manded a \iew of the entrance, and |
ordered dinnkr. Palma proved a good |
man for the \etective’s purpose. He
scemed to knw everyone. Several
times during th& meal, Palma greeted
some acquaintande. Always he intro-
duced the detectite as a friend who
operated a FiliXino employment
agency.

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Why, we were with him only last night—”

“Who do you mean by we?” O’Hagan
interrupted.

“My wife and daughter,” Kreag replied.
“We called on Doctor Deely at his apart-
ment about cight-thirty and stayed until
midnight. We had an unusually good
time.” ‘

“Was anyone in the apartment with
Deely when you left?” Senff inquired,

“No. I recall that he said he was going
to bed at once because he had two Opera-
tions scheduled for this morning.”

Kreag was able to give the detectives
no further information which seemed
pertinent. O’Hagan ‘and Senff ‘drove back
to the Poplar Street station, where In-
spector Sullivan awaited their preliminary
-report.

’ “Not much progress so far,” Senff said,
shaking his head. “It seems Deely had
no enemies, no trouble of any kind.”

“You questioned the servants, of
course?” Sullivan asked.

“Yes,” O'Hagan said, telling the inspec-

| tor of the mysterious phone call Mrs.

Lindars had answered at two o'clock in
the morning. “Lindars and his wife have
only been there ‘a week,” he added. “It's
not likely they had anything to do with it.”

“There only a week?” Sullivan repeated,’
“Who was employed before them? It’s

| possible someone might have a grudge for

being discharged by the doctor. And a
former sérvant would know his habits and
probably how much money he carried on
his person. Let’s get going on it.”
Crowds of curious people still ringed
-the murder house in Joralemon Street.
O’Hagan and Senff edged their way
through the throng and entered the brown-

stone structure. They went directly to the
Lindars’ suite on the top floor.

They found the housekeeper and her
husband in the kitchen, having their mid-
afternoon coffee and cake, true to the
Scandinavian tradition.

“Mrs. Lindars,” O’Hagan asked, “who
worked here before Dr. Deely hired you?”

“A couple of houseboys,” replied the
housekeeper. “I don’t know their names,”

“Why did they leave?”

Mrs. Lindars shrugged. “Doctor Deely
fired them. I don’t know why. Why don't
you ask Doctor Feinier? He might know.”

O'Hagan and Senff hurried down to the
second floor office. of the physician.

“Why, yes,” he said in response to their
queries. “I do know why Deely discharged
those boys, because he happened to men-
tion it to me. They borrowed his car with-
Out permission and went for a joyride. He
was furious, and I don’t blame him.”

“What were their names?” O’Hagan
asked,

“Senika and George—I never did know
their last names. I’m glad he got rid of
them. We were bothered for more .than
a year by petty thefts, and since they
left that’s stopped.”

“How did Deely hire them?” Senff
asked.

“Through an agency over in Manhat-
tan, I believe. I think it’s on Lexington
Avenue.”

FTER consulting a Manhattan phone
book the detectives left and soon were
driving across the Brooklyn Bridge.
“We shouldn't have trouble,” Senff said.
“There’s only one agency of its kind on
Lexington Avenue—the Oriental Employ-

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office building with’ stores on the first
floor, and‘ went up to the agency. They
asked the manager if he ever had placed
any domestics with Doctor Deely. :

“I got a couple of houseboys for him

some ‘time ago,” he replied; “but the week.

before last he had to let them go. When

they called here to register again, they

gave me an address where they had
rented a room. It’s 55 Concord Place in

Brooklyn Heights.”

At O’Hagan’s ‘request the manager

Studied the file cards on the pair and

gave their full names. “Senika Simplicio

and George . Damiar,” ' he read off,

“They’re both 25 and the same height—

five feet six. They’re registered as Fili-

pino citizens.” :

Armed with this information, the de-
tectives started back for Brooklyn, confi-
dent that at last they were on a hot trail.

At the Poplar Street station they stop-
ped off briefly to report to Inspector Sul-
livan. They found District Attorney
Geoghan there, conferring with the in-
spector on the case. Geoghan and Sulli-
van listened intently as O’Hagan and
Senff told of the identification of the ex-
houseboys and the reason for their dis-
charge. .

“There’s your motive!” snapped Geo-
ghan.,

Sullivan told the detectives of the re-
ports he had just received ‘from the medi-
cal examiner and the fingerprint squad.
Doctor Marten’s autopsy had determined
that Deely had died of internal bleeding
from the knife: wounds within 15 minutes
after he was attacked, precisely as the
medical examiner had surmised; his esti-
mate of the time of death as around two
A.M. also proved correct.

The six fingerprints lifted from objects
in the murder apartment had been care-
fully compared and found to be identical,
They were those of the victim—and thus
were worthless to the case.

In addition, Sullivan revealed, techni-
cians had experimented with the orna-
mental wooden ball broken off the bed.
They had dropped it to the floor and over-
turned chairs to test whether sounds of
a struggle in the doctor’s suite could be
heard in the Lindars’ apartment. A tech-
nician posted in the upper suite failed to
hear any noise in the tests,

“You better get right over to the Con-
cord Street address of those discharged
houseboys,” the inspector continued. “It
may already be too late. to pick them up.”

From the station O’Hagan and Senff
drove directly to the building which the
houseboys had listed as their new abode.
There they found that Simplicio and
Damiar had rented a furnished room by
the week, paying $6 in advance when
they had taken it the previous Thursday
night. But neither of them, the landlady
said, had been in the room since ten
o’clock Monday morning, the day before
the murder.

With the landlady’s permission, the de-
tectives entered the room, using her pass- -
key, and began a thorough search. The
room was in wild disorder; beer bottles
and sticky glasses stood on the dresser
and table; food cartons were piled in
one corner; soiled clothing lay on the
floor, and the chipped iron bed was un-
made,

“Looks like they left in a hurry,” Senff
observed.

The landlady shrugged. “Their rent is
paid until Thursday, Until then, the room
Stays this way. Then, if they don’t come
back, I clean it up and rent it to some-

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O’Hagan and Senff, standing on the curb
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Under the glow of a street light, the
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Squirming futilely, he protested, “What
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The officers led him up to the house-
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“Simplicio.”

“Where have you been and what are
you doing in that uniform?”

Obviously terrified, Simplicio began a
rambling account of his activities since
the landlady had ‘last seen him and _ his
roommate on Monday morning. At that
time, he said, he had gone out to Garden
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chauffeur. He and Damiar had left the
room together and eaten breakfast in a
nearby cafeteria. Then he had taken the
train out to the Island, leaving Damiar
to hunt for a job in Manhattan.

Arriving in Garden City, , Simplicio
continued, he had answered the ad at
the home of a broker, who gave him the
job on the condition that he go to work
at once. His -employer advanced him
money to buy his uniform, and he had
spent last night at the broker’s home.
Tonight, he had driven into Brooklyn to
pick up his bags at the rooming house.
He was surprised Damiar hadn’t returned.

O’Hagan abruptly produced the blood-
stained hat and socks, demanding, “Are
these yours?”

“No!” Simplicio cried. “They George’s.”

Until they could- check on the suspect's
story, the detectives took him to the sta-
tion and turned him over to Sullivan for
questioning.

Less than an hour later Nassau County
police reported back to the inspector that
Simplicio’s story was true in all respects.
The broker had confirmed the statement
that he had hired the former houseboy
at noon on Monday, and Simplicio had
really. spent the night in the servants’
quarters at his home.

Disappointed by this development, Sul-
livan and his men took a new tack. Where,
they asked Simplicio, would they. be most
likely to find his roommate, George Da-
miar?

“George has a girl friend who works
gh New York dance hall. He sees her
a lot.”

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“What's her name, and where does she
live?” ,

“Sally Carter. I think she lives up in
Harlem.” Suddenly he felt in his jacket
pocket and withdrew a soiled envelope.
“I just remembered——George gave me an
address and told me to call her.” He
handed the envelope to Sullivan.

“Good thing you remembered,” the in-
spector snapped, taking down the name
and an address in the 200 block off West
111th Street. “Did you call her?” *

“No,” the ex-houseboy replied. “1 for-
got. George asked me to tell her not
worry.”

Sullivan ordered him detained until
Damiar was taken into custody. A patrol-
man was detailed to drive the limousine
back to Garden City. Then, turning to
O'Hagan and Senff, the inspector directed,
“Get this Carter woman as quickly as
you can. Meanwhile, I'll send out a gen-
eral pickup alarm for Damiar.”

Sullivan dictated Damiar's description
to the teletype operator, who relayed it
in -turn to the police radio station in
Centre Street. Within a few moments
every precinct and prowl car in the met-
ropolitan area was on the alert for the
missing houseboy. All railroad, bus and

‘airline terminals, all steamship piers and

vehicular tunnels
guarded.

O’Hagan and Senff, weary and_bol-
stered only by sandwiches and coffee, sped
across the Brooklyn Bridge back to Man-
hattan and turned northward. Weaving
through traffic, siren screaming and red
light flashing, their car shot through
Union Square, past Pennsylvania Station,
across Times Square, along Central Park
and uptown to the overpopulated tene-
ment district of East Harlem.

Turning into 111th Street, they drew
up in front of a five-story building. En-
tering, they climbed the wooden. stairs

and bridges were

‘to search, floor by -floor, for the room
-of Sally Carter.

They found it at last
on the fourth floor at the end of the hall.
Her name, printed in ink on a bit of
pasteboard, was tacked’ to ‘the door.
O’Hagan knocked and waited for a
repsonse. None came. He knocked again.

UDDENLY a brunette in a black-lace
evening gown appeared on the land-
ing and climbed slowly up the stairs

to where they stood. Her cheeks were
heavily rouged and her full lips brightly
painted, ‘ :

A little unsteadily, she walked over to
the door, her high heels clicking. She
pointed to the name card. “That’s me,”
she said. “What can I do for you?”

The detectives showed their badges and
the dancer’s face paled beneath her rouge.
“Gee,” she said. “I hope nobody’s_ in
trouble!”

“That’s what we'd like to “know.”
O’Hagan countered. “We want to ask you
some questions.”.

Motioning them to come in, the bru-
nette inserted a key in the door and
Opened it,

The officers found ‘themselves in a
small. garishly furnished room. They
stood while the girl sank down on the
studio couch and kicked off her shoes,
Then, rubbing the soles of her feet with
obvious pleasure, she arched her painted
eyebrows and asked, “What do you want
to know? Shoot!”

“Do you know George Damiar?” de-
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The dancer frowned. “Sure,” she re-
plied. “He's a pal of mine, But what's
your angle?”

“We want to find him,” Senff said
bluntly, “for questioning in the murder
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reach him———”

“That was around two o'clock?” Senff
interrupted,

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hung up. I knew if George was there
he would have come to the phone.”

At last the detectives had cleared up
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“How about that broken diving-
board?” Fitzgibbons queried. ray
“Yes,” the doctor agreed, “but don’t
you think he would have removed his
clothing first?” :
“Not if he was tight,” Fitzgibbons
argued. :

“Well, we’ see when I’ve performed
an autopsy. If there’s water in. his
lungs, either of your possibilities might
be true. If not, then this man was kill-
ed and his. body flung into the water!”

The commissioner had been. searching

the youth’s sodden clothing for some

clue to his identity but the pockets
contained only .a few bills and some
small change. “Take him to the morgue,”
he ordered finally. .“We’ll set’ the lab-
oratory boys to work on his clothing.”

HE -swift and capable work of Lieu-

tenant James R. Barrett, head of
the police crime laboratory, and De-
tective Harold Schmidt of the labora-
tory staff, produced almost immediate
results. Within a few days they had
established the identity of the victim:
The name “Sério” stamped inside his

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trousers, as well as the Eisenhower jack-
et, had led them to believe he was a

recent member of the Armed Forces. |

Barrett sent his fingerprints and photo-
graphs of dental work to Washington,
where army records proved he was Jo-
seph Serio, a 23-year-old Army veteran,
whose last address was listed as 124
~West Avenue, Buffalo.

“Good work!” commended Commis-

sioner McMahon. “Now perhaps we'll:'

find out whether his death was accidental
or... murder!”

Fitzgibbons and Detective Sergeant
Harry G. Klenk, head of the homicide
squad, were dispatched to the West

Urdere, d.
Avenue address, which proved to be
a lodging house. :

“No, Mr. Serio doesn’t live here any
more,” the landlady informed them. “He
moved to Niagara Falls the end of
May. You friends of his?”

Fitzgibbons glanced at Klenk, who
nodded his head. He could see:no point
in withholding information from the
landlady, who might be of assistance.
They explained the reason for their
call.

“Oh, the poor boy!” the landlady
gasped. “That poor young man! He
must have had one of his fainting spells.”

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Det. Harry Klenk, couldn't explain his missing rugs.

“What do you mean?” Fitzgibbons
asked quickly.

“He wasn’t well at all, not at all,”
the loquacious landlady related briskly.
“Not since his release from the army.
He intended to enter the veterans’ hos-

_pital at Batavia, and I said to him,

‘You better go there right away.’ If
he’d' taken my advice, maybe he’d still
be alive.”

“Why did he move to Niagara Falls?”
Klenk queried. }

“To be near his girl friend. But he
should have gone to the hospital.”

Further inquiries revealed that Serio
had been a quiet, rather reserved young
man with apparently few friends. The
landlady recalled that he had been chum-
my with a man named Sam Christopher
who lived “down the block.” Exactly
where, she didn’t know.

“Then,” she said, “there was a fellow
who called on Mr. Serio, but that was
a few days after he had moved away.
Stocky, blond chap he was. Kind of
small eyes and a wide nose. Never even

thanked me when I gave him Mr.
Serio’s new address.”

The detectives were careful to ob-
serve this courtesy when the landlady
told them where they could find the

. dead youth’s girl friend and the last
address: of her former boarder.

OVING down the block, Fitzgib-

bons and Klenk decided to look
up Sam Christopher. They found him
without difficulty at 226 West Avenue,
discovering that his real name was
Salvatore DiChristofaro.

The man, a house painter, said he
had_known Joseph Serio. “He come to
me & couple ’o times about doin’ some
painting,” DiChristofaro said, “but I
didn’t have a job for him. Then I
heard of something. I went. up to his
house and found out he’d left town

1 was sorry, too; he was a nice kid.”

This sounded okay. But Fitzgibbons,
remembering the stocky, blond man who
had also called at the house, asked the
painter if he knew any such individual.


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OR more than a week no one
had approached the abandon-
ed quarry near Manhattan

Avenue, in Buffalo, .N. Y., except

a man with a dead cat and some

boys who aimed a few stones at

a broken diving-board.

Then, on June 21, 1946, sudden
activity centered around the scene.
Police Commissioner Thomas J.
McMahon drove up with a group
of the town’s leading citizens and
surveyed the public eyesore.

“It’s just as I’ve been saying,”
the commissioner explained. “I’ve
been wanting to start a drive for
these quarry pond eliminations for
years, but I’ve had no support.
They’re a health menace... gar-
bage and dead animals dumped
in; even half a dozen drownings
in the last seven or eight years.”

*T agree with you,” one of the
men from the Citizens’? Committee
said. “But where do you start?”

“Well,” McMahon - explained,
“first we ask the corporation coun-
sel’s office for a legal opinion, since
these are private properties, as
to...” The commissioner stopped
abruptly. Shading his eyes, he
stared at. the edge of the stagnant
water.

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In the search for clyes, Det: Chief Fitzgibbons: ordered
that the water in the old quarry pond be pumped out. .

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TWO EX-JAIL BIRDS COOK UP A RACKET
IN HOT CARS. BUT WHEN A BODY TURNS
UP IN AN OLD QUARRY POND, THE RACK-
ET BACKFIRES INTO A CASE OF MURDER

“Pd almost swear that was a
body down there,” he muttered.
Then, .conviction seizing him, he
yelled directions to the group.
McMahon and several men scram-
bled down the ten-foot embank-
ment, over the ledge below, and
reached the water’s edge.

SMALL, broken raft had drifted
to the rock-strewn shore and the
body of a man lay imprisoned beneath
the boards. One leg had worked free

of thé entanglement and floated on the’

surface.
The commissioner stepped into the
muddy water and pulled the raft. with
its macabre burden to dry land. Mur-
murs of horror and pity rose from the
citizens’ group as they gazed at the
figure of a partly-decomposed youth.
Mud streaked his blue sports shirt and
tan trousers and matted his hair.
The sharp eyes of the police com-
missioner discerned an item of clothing
floating a bit. off-shore. “Probably be-
longs to this kid,” he murmured and
once again waded through the murky
water to retrieve what proved to be
a jacket of the army Eisenhower type.
After gazing about the scene to make
sure nothing else had escaped notice.

VITAL DETECTIVE, April, 1947

McMahon gave orders in a sharp, crisp
voice. “You men remain on guard until
I get back. Don’t touch a thing! You
may be destroying valuable evidence,
if you do.”

The commissioner sped to police
headquarters and returned in record
time with Detective William T. Fitz-
gibbons and Medical Examiner Rocco
N. DeDominicis. The doctor bent over
the still figure and made a rapid, su-
perficial examination.

“Skull’s badly crushed,” he stated.
“And there’s a peculiar fracture of the
right cheek-bone. No other. injuries that
I can discover right now.”

“How long do you think he’s been
dead?” Fitzgibbons asked.

“Hard to say in this state,” Dr. De-
Dominicis replied. “Maybe a week, ten
days, more or less.”

“Could the skull condition be caused
by diving or falling on those rocks?”
McMahon inquired. He glanced upward
at the embankment. The doctor’s eyes
had followed the course of McMahon’s
gaze and he shook his head.

“The injury itself might have been
suffered in such a manner. But if the
young man fell from that embankment,
the 15-foot ledge below would have
prevented the body’s falling into the
water.”

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The sergeant hung up. He didn’t doubt
that Arns’ alibi for the day of Serio’s
murder had been carefully prepared. He
could try to break it, of course. But also
he could not overlook the possibility that
some or all of Arns’ story was true—that
he was: not the actual killer.

In that case, Klenk reasoned, Arns
must be covering someone else. But was
he so afraid of the triggerman-slugger
that he preferred to take a stolen car rap
rather than name the slayer? Or was he
gambling on keeping his mouth shut and
relying on the lack of evidence against
him?

Suddenly Klenk smiled. He could do it
another way! Minutes later he was talk-
ing to the warden of Arns’ alma mater,
Attica Prison.

“I'd like to know,” he told the warden,
“who Johnny Arns’ close pals were while
he was in stir. Particularly men from
= and Niagara Falls. Can you help
me ”

The warden thought so and promised
to call back. Late the next day, July 2,
Klenk esa beamed at Arns when he
was ushered into the interrogation room.

“Johnny,” he said, “when did you last

see Sam Christopher? Or should I call

him Salvatore Di Christofaro?”

“You. ..you know about Sam?” he
stammered.

“I didn’t until a few minutes ago,”
Klenk told him frankly. “But since I do,
hadn’t you better talk before Sam is
brought in and starts dumping the whole
load of guilt on you?”

LENK could almost see the man’s

mind work, slyly thought by thought.
“I guess you're right,” Arns agreed. Then
a canny gleam appeared in his eye. “I
didn’t really know about the murder, see,
untiLI read about it in the papers. All I
knew was that Sam wanted me to'sell a
hot car, so I did.” .

“Uh-huh,” Klenk murmured. “But
surely you won't mind telling me wh
you suppose the murder was committed.
After all, your being a chum of Sam’s,
and his living just a few doors from
Serio’s house makes: the situation very
chummy.”

Arns squirmed. Finally he said, “Sam
told me he was trying to get Serio to turn
in a fake report that his car had been
stolen. The idea was to collect insurance
and then get a double profit selling the
car.” He started to say more but faltered.
“You can figure what you want out of
that.”

“I see,” Klenk said, and departed in
fine spirits.

Arns had suggested a motive for the
crime, without actually accusing Di
Christofaro of it. Thus covered, he could
lie back and share a bed easily with
whatever he called his conscience.

However, the problem was to catch Di
Christofaro without giving him a chance
to destroy possible evidence. “We'll drop
in on him temorrow morning,” he told
Foy.

“What time?” Foy inquired.

“Oh, about 3 o’clock.” The sergeant
chuckled at his partner’s discomfiture.

Thus, Salvatore Di Christofaro’s first
intimation of the sergeant’s special inter-
est in him was the appearance in his
house of several large men who clamped
handcuffs upon his wrists.

While the 34-year-old furniture factory
worker sat on the edge of the bed, de-
manding what the fuss was all about,
Klenk and his men examined the apart-
ment and the attic above it.

The homicide chief was not surprised to
find the premises free of guns and claw

hammers, but in the attic he noted evi-

dence of vigorous scrubbing in patches

which contrasted strongly with the rest
of the grimy floor.

“The attic steps look awfully clean,
too,” Foy observed. “It was done here,
all right.”

Klenk nodded, and a moment later he
stood looking coldly down at the pris-
oner. Di Christofaro's protests ceased and
he gazed at the floor.

“Sam, you killed young Joseph Serio in
your home on the night of June 10,” Klenk
said with toneless menace. “You shot
him and struck him with a hammer. He
either rolled or was dragged down the
attic stairs. Then you wrapped his body in
some covering, hid it for a couple of days
and finally disposed of it in the quarry
pool off Manhattan Avenue.

“You did this because he refused to
join in your scheme of starting an insur-
ance-collecting racket with his car.” The
sergeant paused and puffed on his cigar
with elaborate relish. “If you'd care to
save time by adding any other details that
come to your mind, go right ahead.”

Di Christofaro stared wildly. “Who
have you been talking to?” he croaked.
ve hom do you suppose?” Klenk baited

im.

The prisoner swore softly. “That
ponncy Arns is no good,” he said. “He’s a
iar. Why, up at Attica... .”

“Save it,” Klenk advised him. “Where
did you hide the hammer and gun? Where
are the blankets, or whatever you used to
wrap up the body?” ;

“In the pond,” Di Christofaro said
dully. “That is, the hammer and gun are
there. I used rugs to wrap him up, and I

: got rid of them in Scajaquada Creek, near

Imwood Avenue.” He raised his head in
savage defiance. “But I still say Arns
lied about why I killed him.”

Blustering in the face of the officers’
disbelieving smiles, Di Christofaro spun
a tale of coming home from a movie on
the night of June 10, and finding young
Serio making overtures to his wife. He
then recounted in greater detail the
shooting in the attic, the victim's plunge
downstairs and the final beating with the
claw hammer.

“Okay, that’s enough,” Klenk said, and
ordered the man removed to jail.

Taken later.to the quarry pond, where
draining operations. had ceased, Di
Christofaro unexpectedly refused to indi-
cate the spot where the murder weapons
had been disposed of.

Undismayed, Klenk sent: his men to
Scajaquada Creek, where after much
dragging, two rugs were recovered and
taken to the crime laboratory. Subsequent
tests proved that they were stained with
human blood. With the telltale rugs, plus
statements from Arns and other wit-
nesses, the state could present its case
minus the murder weapons.

Arraigned on October 23, before Judge

Leslie F. Robinson, Di Christofaro
pleaded not guilty to the indictment of
first degree murder and was remanded to
Erie County jail to await trial.
- Already held on $10,000 bail as a ma-
terial witness in the murder case, John
Arns joined his partner the same day as
the target for an indictment on first de-
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which had proved a fatal possession for
one man, and a jinx for two who. coveted
it. '

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November 29 when Di Christofaro heard
himself pronounced guilty of murder. He
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bee and he told me about old Wirtz strik-
ing it rich and hoarding his nuggets.
When we got up there the ‘old man was
not at home, so we waited for him behind
some rocks. Pretty soon he came along
lug ing a pail of water.

Noe crept up behind the old man and
demanded to know where he kept all his
gold. Wirtz refused to tell and made a

ass at Joe, so I shot him in the back.
hen Joe finished him off with another
shot in the head.”

“Then what happened?” Vaca said.

“Well that crow came flying down at

us, cawing like it was in here a moment
ago, Joe jerked out his revolver and shot
a couple of times in the air, and the crow
flew away. I guess it came back again
after we left, because we heard it cawing

while we went through the old man's
things,”

Pingley signed a confession and was
returned to jail, but Blackie was kept in
his box back of the sheriff's office to in-
sure peace around the jail.

The search for Rodriguez was on. Vaca
traced him to’ Benson, then to Tucson
but here the trail faded. He had visited
some friends in Tucson for a few days
and then had vanished.

A month later Pingley was taken into
court where he admitted his guilt. He was
sentenced to life imprisonment.

Rodriguez was not heard from for four
and a half years, On September 5, 1917,
he appeared in Bisbee, where he had
friends, and word of his presence there
soon reached the sheriff's office. But be-

fore he could be approached Rodriguez
disappeared again. Four days later word
came that he had been killed in a knife
fight just over the Mexican border.

Pingley was released from prison in
1934, after serving 22 years. But his free-
dom was short lived. Two wecks later his
body was found floating in the Rio
Grande. He had been shot twice in the
head. The crime is still unsolved.

Blackie has long since departed this
world, but his fame lives on. If you were
to tell any of the old timers down around
Tombstone that a crow has no memory,
they'd laugh at you. Incidentally, the rich
strike Old John was supposed to have
made has not been located to this day,
although prospectors have searched for it
for the past 30 years.

‘BayppAlos ENICMA
Bu nthe Cuery

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quarry pool, Also, the murder weapon
ag e there. Can you drain it?”

: he Fire Department officials gasped.
The request meant pumping out 10,000,-
000 to 15,000,000 gallons of water—and
yet, the effort seemed justified. So firemen
commenced operations.

Then, on June 29, Klenk received the
news he had hoped for. Niagara Falls
pales had picked up a tan 1942 coach

earing the license plates of Serio’s car.
They were holding the driver of the
vehicle. Klenk and Foy hastened to the
Power City.

The driver and self-acknowledged
“owner” of the car bristled when Klenk
asked him how he had come by the tan
coach,

“I bought it, of course,” he declared.
“A fellow named Joseph Serio sold it to
me.

Klenk smiled. “When did you buy it?”

“Oh. .. about the fifteenth. Why?”

‘THE man’s tone of annoyance was 80’

genuine that Klenk felt far from sure
of his ground.

“You could hardly have bought the car
from Serio on the fifteenth,” he objected
with time-bomb slowness, “because he
was murdered on the tenth.”

He watched the man’s face turn deathly
pale, and helped the process along with a
steady stare, “Five days difference,” he
purred. “And how did you pay Serio off?”

“How did I pay him?” the man re-
pees dazedly. “Why, my wife actually

andled the deal. She tried to give him a
check but he insisted on cash.

Klenk’s ip! narrowed. The seller’s
stipulation of cash had planted a doubt in
his mind. With a swift movement he pro-
duced a photograph of Joseph Serio and
showed it to the man. “You mean,” he
queried, “that this fellow made you give
him cash for his car?”

The man blinked at the photograph of
the handsome, dark youth in uniform and
pointed a shaky finger. “Is that Joseph
Serio?” he asked rary i “The man whe
sold me the car didn’t look anything like
that picture!”

Klenk and Foy exchanged glances. Had
the man they were questioning really
been. duped into purchasing the car by a
bogus Serio? The fact the seller had re-
fused to accept a check which might be

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traced to him lent support to this new
theory that the killer had posed as his
victim,

They jotted down the driver’s descrip-
tion of his “Serio,” then hurried to inter-
view the former's wife. She supplied the
same details as her husband had offered
and remembered particularly the seller's
pallor and habit of talking out of the side
of his mouth,

“Ex-con,” Foy said with conviction
and took the matter up with the Niagara
Falls police. yp hey cooperated by pro-
ducing mug ‘shots of ex-convicts who
fitted the description of “Serio.” For
hours the purchasers of the car pored
over the photographs.

The couple was willing, but the pic-
tures were weak. “A lot of these fellows
look something like him,” the wife said.
“But I’m not sure.”

Klenk’s next move was to obtain
another enormous sheaf of mug shots
from Buffalo, At noon on Monday, when
the sergeant was almost ready to give up
in despair, the woman uttered a little cry
and beckoned. “This is your man,” she
declared positively,

She had fingered the picture of one
John Arns, 35, of Military Road, Ken-
more. Eagerly araprisig the man’s record,
Klenk learned that he had served time in
Attica Prison for assault. The sergeant
immediately sent out a pickup order on
Arns, and was rewarded with a quick
arrest.

“Put him in the showup line with some
other prisoners,” Klenk directed. “We'll
clinch his identification first.”

Sitting in the darkness, the couple who
had purchased the victim’s car unerringly
pointed to the sullen Arns as the man who

‘ had made the sale. Within an hour he

and Foy were questioning the ex-convict,
who gave them the surprise of their lives.

“You want to deny that you sold Serio’s
car?” Klenk baited him smoothly.

“IT do not,” Arns returned, “I'd be a
fool to deny that, with two witnesses
against me.’

Klenk covered his amazement. “You
mean to say that you are ready to admit
jor al al and the sale of the victim’s
car?”

The ex-convict leaned back and smiled.
“That,” he announced, “is something
else. How could I murder a fellow who
sold me a car and then scrammed before
I could even offer him a drink on the
deal?” ;

Klenk measured his man carefully.
“Then Joseph Serio sold you the car?”

“Sure. Who else?” Arns’ face was a
mask of innocence.

“Okay,” Klenk said, and produced the
victim’s photograph. “Is this Joseph
Serio?”

Arns’ expression was_ inscrutable.

“That may be Joseph Serio,” he said
slowly, “but it sure isn’t the man who
sold me the car.” He looked up at Klenk
with unrevealing eyes and added:

“All I know is that a fellow who
called himself Serio got next to me at a
bar and offered to sell his car. I needed
one, so I took a look and bought it. Then
when he took off so fast I got the idea
that the car might be hot. So naturally I
got rid of it as quickly as I could.”

“Got rid of it by using Serio’s name in
the second sale,’’ Klenk reminded him,

Arns spread his hands. “It looked easier
that way. I’m an ex-con, so people
wouldn't trust me.”

He bolstered his story with a vivid
description of the tall, dark man who had
posed as Serio.

“So that’s your version of it,” Klenk
stated flatly when Arns had finished.
“Well, I'm going to charge you with the
slaying of Joseph Serio.”

Kee laughed outright. “When did I
do all this killing?”

“Serio left Niagara Falls on {ane 9,”
Klenk told him, “and you were his wel-
coming committee in Buffalo. You killed
him on June 10,” :

“Prove that,” Arns invited. “Ask the
people who know me where I was on the
tenth.” Confidently he rattled off names
and addresses of persons who would sub-
stantiate his statement. :

RNS’ very evident self assurance gave
Klenk pause. Why was Arns so
pleased because he had named the tenth as
the murder date? Could Serio's girl have
been wrong in remembering June 9 as the
day the victim had returned to Buffalo?
Klenk snapped his fingers, Dr. De
Dominicis had said. . . . He straightened
up abruptly. “So you have an alibi,” he
said easily to Arns, “Very good. But I
think we can take care of that.”

Leaving Foy to continue the question-
ing, he hurried out and phoned Dr. De
Dominicis. “When you examined the
body at the quarry,” he explained, “you
told me Serio probably had been dead at
least two weeks, Did the autopsy sustain
that?”

“No,” the medical examiner said. “The
svopay indicated that death took place
later than we first thought. Apparently
the body had been hidden before it was
committed to the water, so when we re-
moved it from the water decomposition
had progressed farther than usual in im-
mersion cases.” Dr. De Dominicis cleared
his throat. “In other words, I’d lower the
estimate to about ten or eleven days.”

Klenk sighed heavily. “About June 10
then?”

“Yes. That's as near as you can place
it,”

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