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Sy Pachodk auditoriu.
» bets. of the e aN
‘i ctouchedin thé ‘gr:
gris ‘school # y field? and |
& developments. ; |) ere | a

% gymnasium’ a: “broke
., across. the = platfield,
Pe home of C. V. Kue
--Chant.. As'he fled ‘ac
“embers * Of the!

finally” fired ifectly : at Odell

r “cleand nerve: rasa
: Cuts Self On- gore th Bh

=BS- tinued | fuAsiae

rather. than: un king
home. was ‘undecupié

‘became | faldt

off. the and ‘be cath it’.

a ‘A moment Jater,

4 longside the- eh ks é E
Mass R SERS_—Cora pai :

diy 18-year: id. Washington state colle rp: om
ag who! -was a “friend?

aWaite

ell ‘emerge
school and: Odell’ at

inona Mer Odell” w
the field... » vhigh: and
shotsintd the, gir ‘and two! members ‘vino bed arti
oa \ he failed to’ halt. LOne bullet struck

Ha {ke his right, arm, issing: the bone but.
in. tearing a geep Ath ‘ol of, his mus; 2

He | Ut, the glass; |
“rolled through + he} opening,

‘at the time.
tty inside tthe. ho et be appar: cyte eit

o
Be
oe
Ea
rR

craw! it'and ran jupstairs, |

of’ commerce; eh eas fe

one time, is pictured ae
ke inte yee ' ag’ she/| graduated from .Winojlal ,
i towards “the. high: ScHopk iast spring.” She’ai Shy
ere | | classmates , at _ Winona ‘lity: |
both were graduated Wi

moat

: fy! ana: pia sha

ons Wete a ministered j,,

ed a) (9 ag aoa

oe o evel} Dr Maurice E, Bry '
Ged abe routh’s boftition ax

tile weak" ayy-and it ip doubt.

1 Bis |to. tien ‘bfficials. will be able

volt question Odell bene

oSure tik Sone Tuesday by.
William Nj. Freeman, the fam-! ia

tsthe had been torn away
tpod Josel ’s. fight “arm” and. the :

when |

~, Crouchingsin| an. ee efcoat, he co

ciating)

te lace, =
Ee

“pt home: his mother, Mrs
Rogers, Edmonton, Alta; th

by 1 one’ sister, } Mrs. gente Co
fi Leino ge, Alta. pone

the shai I es at Lacrosse,

fet Mishop

e's hospital’ in’ Spokane’
when 2° patie! truck he

told’ police: officers ©
tia soft shoulder, left

ut 5 peril attests ced

f : ken to (St. bakes. hospital ji

E batt Sanarday ordi i :
Riv | the Methodist cliy an

itzville at 2 p.m. ‘Wedn aywith
he Moos, oR ae Rey. Clifford. ae Of; Rit ;

' |} Graveside: rites were ndicted “hes c
“blgod and laid|on’ bed in Lei ii EaiAeer cemetery. by, praia aye
sree {SA few minates| later, he rolj- | Yifle: Masonic: lodge. "oo o89 sf}.
ed He ot orn in Ontario, Canada, Mardy Mis
Mes : Lig ae ns Prabee pe ee 4°. [police] offic ss that she and. Odeil
n! and married Emily Ma
7 1g. cabs bed ip a pstairs ianeat a ‘Monthna: For the last seven yea ; ea
he had lived in the Winona distin ligvit
vhere Pra nae Pe nates Richtee a at,

| Hei ‘survived | by his. “wido' ‘ee

i # $ ra)
a Ob emilyt tnd.a daughter, C ean) Es
: Fen

4. ehildren, Mrs. C.” A; Bone, Blame} bwakehed
25: more,’A lta, Mrs. Dorothy. Fivelank

| West: Rosé. Alta., and: Mrs.’ Glory

averna,, ‘Revelstoke; B.C 5. thre¢,.

, Theodore’ Rogers. Millet,

Lloyd; Rogers, Edmonton

Ala?’ d: Morris, Edmonton, “Alta.

| [He vasa _member ‘of the’ ( eet
Gane eee lodge: at Benge and the N } ith

: Tr Ubbyea! ‘employee, Se th eg hg
office. of the WWP,, wat |Ros
to: be. in ‘good: condition
; tér suffering injuries Pucsday mi
overturned ’ about. 15) mile
F Colfax. bet

ind turned ‘over on its si

Rosalia | oF first “aid ’a et

ayes is ‘employed as! a“

} jnerves| had/beeq severed by the soft -
{nos bullet: fired by an unidenlified
Ser an jand JOdell's xim will be +

it oh b losing, a. “considers.
oul a re Odell was’ re-
been suffering from

murder. Sern were
ustice. Hourt. immediately af-:
ude © the -shOoting ‘against. the -youth -
eo itnk, ‘Odell : Wwho,! in May, 1945, was *
‘ned to 20 years in’ the, state
atory fonan arnied attempted
pe, dnd ‘aT G dere than. 8 year

Ro afl WSC student, told

Ni ihad. b okeh: up their friendship re-
at and! sha} haw refused Odell’s'
[invitation io tae her homé from ‘#
ashtuena. ‘Fri y evening,
“was awakened ‘early ‘Saturday |

ing td find him standing at the

ia led shotgun’ pointed at her:head. ; -
Ho bd Shel sc hie ‘and cher * father, ne
4 yh piercing cry, rashed -

“ toward the bedtecm. In: the Struggle —
chat ensued, Rogers was forced into»

a tly, by a charge from the *
HH hich atrink ae fn tule

-and the mother re- |
“yard until Cora Jean’ s
i car and ‘headed for ..""'
inona to ‘summon help. 0)

: i outside until Odell ©
he house/ ‘under the cover pf. i
Mrs. 1]
the ho
cad “land / then’ got into} a pi¢kup *
~ tratk and drove into Mia nat "3 also.” ;

In Heconstrudting the even whicn —
ae ed the jalaying and Odel's
the hoine, police have ‘

I, who |was reported to . be pee
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oe a
4 :

ft :

if Monday noo

of anxiety for Winonp Nene aay ‘ 3

many “ot! whom “Id ked :

ed for questioning in: connec;
tida with the murder, was believed
to have: been hiding in or/near Win-
ona from the time of the murt er
about 4:20 a. m, Saturday—tntil ‘his
-¢apture at 12:24 p. m-|Monday
"= Officers ‘began an int nsive sear¢
& for Odell immediatley after.
Ger was repo’ i
“uncertain he was istill “an the
94. ona area until ‘about 10 a.°m."M
<a day when he Was /seen}in 1
ona high schop} by Jay itor,

‘desperate attempt to
Many believed phe was '
area since he hdd aban ones eh &
“near the Roge farm.”

» Janite

fire in the
immediately

‘Sheriffs

ing as. he :

Mt
tH
M
+

's Condition

ged with % Pscatee
inthe slaying. of Harold:

4 +o

‘Satutday* ean
fie attending:

he wads caphired Hartly before -nooa ¢
ina critical ‘con-
i. Igriptius hospital where
der police surveillance. 0) *

gilant 60-hour manhunt
“Wihon& area camé to a specta-

; Moiday morning wher as
Wayne Ode was captured “after -be~

swdunded im the right shoulder
ght refoge in thecG.oNa3
the ieee of Ws

» Rogers

to inte feng

Mee :
mitts

- daughte®.

thy
feet

OF Wink
{ Rowers’ refusal: to
dance with ‘Odell

e evening: &
police that Odell : had
myn she was at the

purive Bg

-d Ss or grass Dd Gris usta esctited the Fouts comehtion | as
pipyfield and waite | MISS R Cora Jean. Pe peri he ve. i Ay § doubt
et a 2 18- -year la wa <i 4 “tel. es: to-when: ‘piticials rer td he ahle

“freshimnd j : a : ;

in A et aa F aca etch iS. LS

: nd they: Sant “tal Aye
3 un ndering. It is believed ‘ .

aked d aioe a. Y
Inia stdte of near ‘exhaustion? a
youth wa | Wearing f) gray OVER CO: t}
valenonen mith blood, Pech ote |

encoun | _and. ‘Overshoes,

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chmick and :

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» founted ei

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af pis ‘Spe eli ing
Cine Home. of her :
bari | Walt Sri
$e 5 Kylie and: familse
Sa ical Oy

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“teil Sty

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and family an

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"Tuesds i‘ Sah a nd ae ats mov. os ‘a
a or.

_ + Hegedly signed by: Odell in .
| (Which he admitted ’ omniite:
“sited: forcible: rape.” ’ Siaitht at) the |
time: the. iogumett was adm ;
f re, terr

Sues ie At. ibok ‘the: ints, caeie
tn LEPVISIC | toy the: Rogers home| i
xe pte F a only four’ hours: and. 12 min
of Palouse river, flood ~ ae a, verdict Sipe e
: 49 -argume counsel; iM
Ve eas of levening tat 44 D Sie Foll aa
og _ few short instructions by. Judge:
_ the jury, retired al 9:48 P- m. t
Bente and at 2am, it indicated
a it chad reached ay ; r¢

5-17, which’ were’ discussed Beet "The patie on iatlicieg theres Beak docks
during. a meeting of the county: fair penalty brought” a pale of nee = dy! and

week, were those calling a short time later,
ompletion, of ‘the booster _ was taken which: ruled i
ig Sa oe pric ‘Was animdus verdict. gee

ry DES : boa about au p

at Of | oe
it possible. ihe

: istarted
| Many of the comublistice
- county, contacting persons for |
mations. so that the ‘construction ©
pr pram lp move al ead as fej ky
‘ lan for. jodging the’ coun:
mand ifigat t contests has . tence. ea 28 | a

n th ent a ra 2 of Steioe. Sat stent: a her

ay in he aD of i -», the Mabie was tead and other mdm-

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: os hep oils ay ho ML 9 Sas Be Lie i
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‘bers “of “the family! sobbed: bittetty.
Mrs. Odell was takén to’St. Ignatius

: ; amy as.
a verdict} Of _

seontests: ae
ye ineribets ~
Tair ause ‘many orga ~ Aes -
Dn: within’ the county<had askel ors
Change i in the: method: of. jud na
e contests this year will mt
Aas Competent

a : ‘is. Peace ee; ,
Pek fait boned B. A. Lock es
as. tes

aus Ray Col.
| Wride, Garfield; Fred,
R a i

: 4 spring. ciren-

“Smith | es
Us “tite “Wa :

o hea of the Pegs
and will also Offer ye “tomes

Oeste | toy ‘those + He ey Son He the ta lof

the: Atigedy' and |. Aclared that
de = Gontinted 0 on Page 8) -*

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: desde hd this ‘gase fe
declared. i \

fecoe as ~ Ge Grass. padanie 1
ty prosécdting pneraey who: as) >
| Prosecutor Le
vith the. Case," mis
“Jurors: that Sit has. become. “4 ii
SCESS EY. for: you to decide. the Ons
ence efor) Vise Pe: of thee:

He Me os) 5 Necessary be] the < county, to:
Be to: eels spas ded.
Bs S| % arg :

pS pokes ‘psychi as depth penalty: = He

AN.) Freeman, ‘
fax dae Oat had calies te tion. to the

Cora} Jean’ and rc ti Scott] heb “3. Mrs. 58
Odell did’ not Brow . “sport ata da and «Harold : ey oid

_nessee: be
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‘in 31934:
a Saal
aay othat time.
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fo}. & sheds: su

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anity” that starts, as Panes Sea geen (Sarg aioe eis eee Ae pee
$ along . a gun bar- - ig Mh “Rawat 2 so |

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: Charest Fh Mer. ‘Eugend
ontie the j ee | Chnpbetl, Thon di =

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\Poleshuk.

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d yam Grascio., ty = |
+ Rid, a former staff stich e: in m t

Pabee aif forces: has. pipaded at
: oe ida easen aye ans? ‘

Sta ;
how. Wayoe ai .
é slain: man,
bad accom..

ers, daughter of the
@ qiarreled and she
sedi him to the Roger

jup. thei - differe

‘home to”

€ before the ‘Killing. © : J
about. ‘Cork pM

a “He (Odell) talked |
an all of the. time.’ t
d sleep after ast

) ephe Said.

is | , heceon had: i :
ne posseman, Mrs. (

aie calling!
Jean). There}

Ho coulda’ |

Was | “qothing

| after he “was | “hom

€ wanted to know.
or os was." :

| Odell : as} pos

éelings’ of guilt. ane
“his rath an

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and had discussed jit
Offers To Build He
The} boy's ‘father,

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if Odell

veral visits | y Cora Jean

JOdell home. 4
. asions he |

the coonte

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(Whitman)
1951.

Washington

Cora Jean Rogers and the bo
she'd have nothing to do wit

This Winona, Washington, Co-Ed. Was
Wakened by a Stranger Standing Over |
Her in Her Bedroom. She Screamed. Her +

Father Came Running—Only to Be Stopped.

By a Blast From a Shotgun. Whose? Why? )

By Jack Heise

Pe ONE AREER ART TERS

. Special Investigator for t
ACTUAL DETECTIVE STORIES | {

terror engulfed Whitman County,

in the heart of the Palouse country
in Washington, the day before Christ-
mas, 1949.

Throughout the day and on Christ-
mas Eve, traditionally a night for fam-
ilies to gather before the fireplace and
hang up stockings, every able-bodied
male in the rolling wheat country was
packing a rifle, many of them scope-
sighted deer rifles, while the women
and children cowered behind barred
doors and drawn blinds.

All through Christmas Day, mothers
kept their youngsters with their new
toys within sight. Stuffed turkeys and
pumpkin pies lay uncooked on kitchen
tables while housewives boiled buckets
of coffee and made stacks of sandwiches
to send out to the men who tramped
endlessly through the bitter cold search-
ing for a crazed killer. ‘

For two days and two nights a posse
of more than 100 armed men, which in-
cluded nearly every farmer in the dis-
trict, went without sleep. They stopped
only long enough to gulp the steaming
coffee and take the frost-bite from their
noses and ears. ;

It started at four o’clock Saturday
morning, December 24,.1949.

Deputy Sheriff Howard McCutcheon
was on duty in the jail building behind
the courthouse. The little county seat
of Colfax was tight asleep. :

It was so quiet that Mac could hear
the gurgling of the stream that cut
across the courthouse lawn and dipped
into a culvert to cross the street—the
calm before the storm. The mercury
had been tickling the zero mark for
several days but there was no sign of

Terror cnet blind, speechless

’ snow to bring a white Christmas.

the silence.

The ringing of the telephone jarred f

An excited voice answered Mac’sj
greeting. j

“Winona—yes—yes—” Mac said.

-Mac reached for a button on the desk.#
He pressed it and a buzzer in the bed-}
room of Sheriff C. S. Davis sounded.|
Mac heard the click as Sheriff Davis)
lifted the receiver on the extension. 7

“Now give me that again,” Mac told}
the excited caller for the benefit ofj
Sheriff Davis.

“This is the telephone switchboard in}
the hotel at Winona.” the voice re-}
peated. “Cora Jean Rogers came It)
here a few minutes ago and said some?)
body shot her father with a shotgun
Harold Rogers has a wheat farm about}
three miles—” Bite

“We know where he lives,” Mac said.
“What happened?”

“y= girl is so hysterical we can’t get
much from her. The best I can
gather is that she was in bed and a man
came into her room with a gun. She
screamed and her father came in. The
fellow shot her father.”

Sheriff Davis broke in: “Did she give
a description of the—”

“No. She didn’t get a good look at
him. Say, you guys had better hurry.
Cora Jean says her mother is out there
alone with the killer. I’m going to take
the girl into the hospital at Colfa
She’s in bad shape.” ‘oy

“Is she hurt?” :

“No. Just upset and hysterical.”

Mac broke the telephone connection
with Winona, then lifted the receiver
Ler to talk with Sheriff Davis. Da
said: : q
“Get the car out, Mac. I’ll call Skeen

Pe ee ne ee

etree

lling Car

came the
morning
35, as the
eattle sta-

Patrolmen, -

-vens.

a, a beer
ue, North
‘ized. Be
ow in the
remember,

has been |

the city.”
icaster re-
tished with
all.” In
was very,
is the two
the broad-
concerned,
it call for
eath!
ers and the
de the Elk
other man

| for one of

Aan EI eS

at Le Ae Ronee

a te

bint

Lew fey

in a position to see what ac-
tually was happening when,
shortly after four o’clock, the
police car, without lights,
rolled quietly to a stop in front
of a house in the vicinity of
the beer parlor, That man
was Frank Winkler, and it
was because he had been un-
able to sleep, in his bedroom
adjoining the tavern, that he
had heard the sneakers when
they broke open the door; it
was he who had notified the

_ police, and who now stood

peering through the blinds of
his darkened front room to
see just what the harvest
would be.

Frank Winkler had-~ not
long to wait; he saw Patrol-
men Sickles and Stevens ap-
proach the front door, which
he knew they would find
open; he saw them shove
gently against the door and
then he heard the roar of shot-
guns and pistols as the sur-
prised burglars and the pa-
trolmen, so Winkler thought,
fought it out.

It was all over in a second,
then three men ran from the
building, but none of them
went toward the police car;
instead they hurried around

An examination of the premises re-

vealed that the thieves hadi used

a bolt cutter to clip the lock off
the front door.

By Chief of Police
J. W. Tribble.
Bremerton, Washington

As told to
Hollis B. Fultz

“ ALLING Ces 43; calling Car
43.”

Clear and loud came the

message through the early morning ©

air of November 26th, 1935, as the
police broadcaster in the Seattle sta-
tion sought to contact Patrolmen
Trent Sickles and Ted Stevens. .
“Go to the Elk: Tavern, a beer
parlor, at 8910 Tenth Avenue, North
East. It is being burglarized. Be
careful—the burglars are now in the
place. Be ready to fire—remember,

it may be the gang which has been —

operating for months in the city.”
Three times the broadcaster re-
peated the message, then finished with
the customary “That is all.” In
reality that last statement was very,
very wrong, for,,insofar as the two
patrolmen who picked up the broad-
cast in the prowl car were concerned,
it was far from all—that call for
them was a date with Death!
' Except for the two officers and the
unsuspecting burglars inside the Elk
Tavern, there was but one other man

Left: Gwen Rogers, alibi girl for one of
: the defendants.

in a positio
tually was
shortly afte
police car,

rolled quiet]
of a house
the beer p:
was Frank
was becaus:
able to slee
adjoining t
had heard

they broke
was he wh

. police, and

peering thr
his darken
see just \
would be.
Frank
long to w:
men Sickl:
proach the
he knew
open; he
gently ag:
then he he
guns and
prised bu
trolmen, s
fought it
It was
then thre
building,
went tow
instead t!

An exominc
vealed tho
a bolt cut

74 AMERICAN

Patrolman Trent’ A. Sickles, above, had
been killed by two charges from a shot-
gun fired at close range. Below, his wife.

DETECTIVE

the corner of the tavern out of Winkler’s sight almost
immediately, and soon the sound of a car starting half
a block away caught the neighbor’s ears.

Winkler ran from his house to the tavern door. Patrol-
man Sickles was dead! Ted Stevens was severely wounded !
Both still grasped their guns in their hands.

“Notify headquarters,” gasped , Stevens, and Winkler
again called the station.’

A short time later, Detectives Richard Mahoney and
A. F. Keuhl of the homicide squad arrived at the Elk
Tavern. The ambulance had beaten them by a few min-
utes and the wounded and dead officers were being re-
moved to the hospital. ;

“Did you know them, Ted?” asked Mahoney.

“No,” answered Stevens. “Couldn’t make them out.
I fired one shot.” ‘The officer lapsed into unconsciousness.

Mahoney and Keuhl now began a thorough search of

the building and the street along which they believed the
killers had fled. Curiously, the killers had discarded some
of their weapons as they ran for the car, and a .32 Mauser
automatic pistol and a .45 caliber revolver were picked
up just inside the doorway’and on the sidewalk.

“TI heard somebody yell, ‘My God, Mac, I’m shot’,”
said a neighbor who had been aroused by the first shots
and had opened the door of his home to listen to what
was happening.

An examination of the premises revealed that the thieves
had used a heavy bolt cutter to clip the lock off the front
door, and that they had been interrupted in the act of
removing slot-machines filled with nickels, quarters and
dimes, when the officers drove up. The lock on a case
containing several of these machines had been drilled and
one machine had been lifted out preparatory to removal
from the building. ‘This supplied the reason for the two

tepae’

cars being pai
also certain s\
as to who the
tions of the -
many machine
been going on

However, t
the “hi-jackin
and that the
of yegg-men
the city with
tavern.

An. exami:
that Sickles |
gun fired at
twice hit by
fought vainl:

his brother
the hope t!
The dez
cer of the
-of Washi:
Detectives
Kuehl full
the killers
The kil
of the sta:
Lemley oi
Newport,
and Offic
from Seat
robbed a
Then, jus
Thomas !

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having wounded an officer out in the coun-
try, that the operator wouldn’t have any-

started’ hi-jacking on their own accord.
They . would take the machines, just like
they intended to do that night in the Elk
Tavern, and, after they had robbed them
of the money they contained, they would
haul them to California and dispose of
them, One of the brothers stayed down
there most of the time and acted as an
agent for the sale, but he was in Seattle
on the night of the murders.”

“Well, I don't mind telling you that
Captain Yoris has had Jack O’Donnell in
jail on a vagrancy charge for the past few
days,” said Captain Rondeau, “but we can-
not find this third brother you talk about.
There seems to be only two brothers.”

“You'll find Joe O'Donnell in California,”
said the C.C.C. boy, “and maybe the
other fellow was a brother-in-law, instead
of a brother.”

' “Why, sure, O'Donnell has a brother-
in-law,” said Lieutenant Mahoney when
this latest information was supplied by
Captain Rondeau. “And this dope about
the sale of machines in California checks
out; we have had a line on that for some
time. There may be something to this
lad’s story after all; we better try to find

Rorick; he is just a punk and I think he
can be made to talk if we can find him.”
A search of the places where Rorick usu-
ally hung out revealed that he had not
been seen for some weeks, and this only
served to strengthen the theory that he
might have been involved in the killings.
In the course of this search for Lester
Rorick, Detectives Mahoney and Kuehl
sought the advice of. former Criminal
Deputy William Sears, a veteran police
officer and detective, and it was he who

young man after he had returned to the
city from California. It was Sears’ idea
that if O’Donnell was released from cus-
tody he would be contacted by Rorick, and
the ruse proved successful. The two men
were arrested shortly after midnight of
April 3rd, 1936, in John J. O’Donnell’s
home, where he lived with his wife, the
sister of Lester Rorick. ;
“@TIR-WISE” John O’Donnell would
- Sy admit nothing, but, after four hours
of grilling at the hands of Captain Yoris,
one of the most skillful questioners in the
west, and after his sister had importuned
him to tell the truth, Lester broke down
and poured out a confession which sub-
stantiated in every detail the story which
the C.C.C. boy had told to Rondeau and
myself, and almost exactly the earlier re-
construction of the crime by the Seattle
detectives.

“On November 25th,” said Lester Ror-
ick to Captain Yoris, “I mean about 3
A. M. on the 26th, I met Jack O'Donnell
and another man about 10th Avenue N. E.
and about 70th. I went out in my car, a
Ford coupe, and met Jack and this other
man in a car, a Buick coupe.

“Jack and this other man were waiting

on the street for me. This had been ar- .

ranged’ earlier in the evening.
“When I arrived there I got out of my
car and talked to Jack and this other fel-
- Jow and they told me to follow them in

Joe O'Donnell, in background, was picked up
in fos Angeles and brought to Seattle for
questioning. Captain Yoris in foreground.

my car. I then followed them to Roose-
velt Way, about 90th Street. They stopped
and I drove up behind them and also
stopped.

“The three of us got out of our cars and
they said, ‘We will look the place over,’
so we went to a beer parlor near where
we parked the cars. We went to the
front window and looked around intending
to break in and get the slot-machines.

“After this we went back to where the
cars were parked and went to O’Donnell’s
car and he gave me-an electric drill and a
bolt clipper; at least there were some
tools.

-“Q’Donnell took the bolt cutter and
clipped the lock off the front door and we
went in the place for a minute.

“At this time I had a Mauser automatic
gun that I bought from a man’ on the
street. The other man had a .12 gauge
automatic shotgun that-I stole from a man,
and Jack O’Donnell was armed with a
AS calibre automatic.

“ ¢ FTER we got in the place, this other

man connected up the electric drill
and drilled the lock out of the case that the
slot-machines were in. After drilling
the cabinets, I went out on the sidewalk

as lookout. After the cabinet was opef, ©

I went into the bees parlor to carry one
of the slot-machines out to the car and
just then Jack O’Donnell said:

“ ‘Here comes a car driving without any
lights on.’ Z

“with that we set the machines down
and put the lights out.

Ea hs ee

“At this time I was in the second booth
on the right as you: come jn the door.
O’Donnell and the other fellow were to-
wards the door that is toward the side-
walk from me. The other man at this
time had a shotgun.

“I hid in the booth. One officer walked
in and the other officer. was coming in
just a few feet behind the first one. One
of the officers was up by. the bar, the
other was just inside the door; and then
I heard either Jack O’Donnell or this‘
other man say:

“ ‘Stick ‘em up!’ and then I heard some
shooting. I lost my head and ran out the
door and to the street, where 1. dropped
the guns. One of the guns went off and
hit me in the right leg just above the knee.

“] ran from there behind the beer par-
lors and Jack O’Donnell and_ this other
man were up on the next street north where
the cars were parked.

“As I was shot, I hollered: ‘Oh, my

God, I’m shot!’
_ “When we arrived at the cars, I drove
my car away and O’Donnell and the other
man drove their car away. I then drove.
to my sister's apartment and took care
of my wound.

“A few days later O'Donnell and this
other man came out to visit me and asked
how I felt and brought me the papers to
read about the killing.

“Jack O’Donnell and this other man and:
I, previous to: this, had stolen fifteen or
twenty slot-machines from different places
in the North End.” ;

The “other man” mentioned by Lester
Rorick in his confession he later admitted |
was Joe O’Donnell, and this worthy was
apprehended in Los Angeles and brought
back to Seattle, where all three will have
to stand trial for first-degree murder.

But, in spite of his confession, it. will
not go so easy with Lester Rorick as he’
at first imagined, for it has been discov-’
ered that he did not tell the whole truth in
that original statement, since Criminologist
Luke May is certain. that one of the bul-
lets taken from the body of Stevens was
fired from the revolver which Rorick, in
his confession, admitted that he had in
his hand when the firing started.

Cees breathes easier with the con-.
viction of all the. members of the rob-
bery gang, most of them getting life as
habitual criminals and the prospect that
the O’Donnells and Lester Rorick will all
go to the gallows for the wanton slaying
of Patrolmen Sickles and Stevens in that
early dawn of November 26th, 1935.
Needless to say, these men have friends
in the underworld, ‘and it is for that rea-
gon that Captain Rondeau and myself
have to this day, and will always protect:
our informant’s name ‘from everyone. e

have never told it, not even to the Seattle _

detectives, although we know they would
guard it as carefully as have we. Such
assistance as was given by this young man
does not often fall to the lot of an officer,
and, whatever his original motive in put-
ting us on the right trail, he has neverthe-
‘less performed a service for which the

officers in the Northwest will always be

grateful.

—

EATTLE slumbered.
It was 4:30 a.m. The city’s noises were hushed,

the last belated wayfarer had left the streets, and
the clatter of the milkman’s truck had not yet awakened
the morning echoes.

Two cars sped through the gloom of lonely Roosevelt
Way. Careening around the corner of Eighty-ninth
Street, they slid to a stop halfway down the block before
a sign marked “Elk Tavern.” Three men stepped out of
the machines in a manner that suggested business. Light
from a street lamp gleamed dully on the guns two of them
carried.

The third bore a heavy bolt-cutter. Walking quickly to
the tavern door, he applied it to the lock while his com-
panions waited. The powerful tool bit into the steel with
a rasp, shearing it as if it were a piece of cardboard.

Reaching forward, one of the others jerked at the door.
It opened suddenly, more easily than he expected, and
thrown off balance, he reeled back into the man holding
the bolt-cutter. The heavy instrument crashed to the
pavement.

Startled curses burst from the men’s lips as they flat-
tened themselves against the wall of the building. Two
minutes, three minutes passed as they waited motionless.

“Come on, let’s go,” one of the prowlers said finally,
stepping away from the wall. “People sleep so tight
around here, dynamite wouldn’t wake ‘em!”

Silently the trio slipped through the tavern entrance.
One of them remained near the doorway as guard.

But the man who had spoken was wrong. Their noc-
turnal disturbance had awakened Mr. and Mrs. Maskell
who occupied the house diagonally across the street.
Maskell got out of bed and strode to the window. Except
for a car parked some distance away, the street was
empty; the tavern and stores seemed dark and deserted.
“Must have been a truck passing by,” he muttered, and
started to turn back towards bed.

But a faint movement across the street caught his at-
tention. He thought he made out a figure lurking in one
of the doorways. Then, inside the tavern, he saw that a
pencil of light was moving, dancing over the wall, seek-
ing, searching.

Maskell turned swiftly. Hurrying to the phone, he
dialed the operator and demanded police headquarters.

Sets THREE miles away, in the Wallingford district,

» police prowl car number 63 cruised leisurely over its
beat. As it swung to a stop under the light at 45th, Patrol-

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By Chief of Detectives
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Seattle Police Department
AS TOLD TO FRANK HANFORD

man Theodore Stevens glanced at his
watch. “Four-forty,” he yawned. “Well,
it’s been a quiet night.”

His companion, Trent Sickles,
grunted. “Yeah, quiet, but plenty cold.
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He broke off to listen to the radio. “3 amd
Stevens, too, stiffened at the message that was being “ail

broadcast. ‘Calling cars 61—62—63—64. Proceed at once
to 8907 Roosevelt Way. Report place being looted.”

The officers snapped into action. As Sickles jotted down
the number, Stevens wrenched at the wheel. With a
screech of rubber, the car swung around, righted itself
and plunged away in the darkness.

In the tavern, no light showed now; the flashlight had
been extinguished. While two men stood guard the third
worked feverishly. There were no sounds except the
steady whir of the electric drill biting into heavy steel.

The job was almost finished—the peculiar sing of the
steel told them that. Another moment and the cracksman
swung around. ‘Okay boys, she’s through. See if it’s safe
to lam with the stuff.”

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Mrs. Jack O'Donnell, wife of one of the
killers and sister of another, claimed
that her brother's confession which Im-

plicated her husband was false,

Remarkable police photo
shows bullet-riddled body
of Patrolman Trent A.
Sickles lying in his

own blood on the

floor of the Elk

Tavern. Would

the slaying be

avenged?

48 FRONT PAGE DETECTIVE

Manacled to each other, Joe O'Donnell (left),
feader of the murderous trio, and his brother
Jack were under heavy guard as they went to
trial for killing two officers.

A slim, dark-haired fellow stepped to the sidewalk. He
shot a glance up and down the street—and quickly ducked
back into the tavern.

“A car’s coming—without lights!” he hissed. “It may
be the cops!”

The leader dashed to the rear of the tavern. But in a
moment he was back. “No chance there; the door is
grilled. Duck into the booths!”

The oncoming car reached the corner and slowed down.
Sickles, who was leaning forward watching the numbers,
held up his hand. “Here’s 89th Street. Number 8907 must
be close by. Pull up to the curb while I take a look.”

Stevens brought the,car to a halt and Sickles jumped
out. A glance told him that the number he sought was
two doors ahead. He hurried toward it, Stevens close
behind.

Reaching the dark entrance to the tavern, Sickles
paused. Even in the obscurity he could see that the lock
had been cut. “They’ve been here all right,’’ he muttered
to Stevens. “But it looks like they’ve gone.” He jerked the
door open and entered.

The interior was shrouded in darkness. Only a mirror
behind the bar reflected a gleam of light. As Sickles
moved forward, a staccato command reached him.

“Put ’em up!”

Sickles whirled—but he was too late. Gunfire suddenly
blazed from a booth in front. The officer uttered a cry of
intense pain, clutched his chest, and slipped to the floor,
writhing in agony.

Stevens, in the doorway, had his
gun out now. Unable to see his at-
tackers, he fired at the flashes of flame
in the blackness. But another volley
cut loose from the shadows, and he,
too, sank to his knees with a horrible
ery, struck in the abdomen.

There was a flurry of feet as the
gunmen ran to the door. An instant
later, their two cars roared into ac*
tion and sped out of sight.

Almost before the sound died
away, another car careened down
the street and jerked to a stop.
Patrolmen Coons and Karlberg, also
catching the radio call, had hurried
at once to the spot.

Jumping out quickly, the new-
comers saw a man on his hands and
knees in the tavern doorway, feebly
waving a flashlight for help. Rush-
ing to his side, they found to their
horror that it was Stevens, their fel-
low officer. But as they started to as-
sist him, he waved them aside. “Sick-

Officer Theodore Stevens, rushing into the dark-

ened building, fired blindly at his assailants,

But the shots went wide, as bullet mark on tav-
ern table shows.

f
les is in there,” he gasped. “Look after him first. He's |
hurt worse than I am!” é

Grim-faced at the tragedy that had overtaken their
comrades, the two officers stepped into the tavern. Sweep-
ing their flashlights around, they saw Sickles lying in a.
pool of blood on the floor, his unused shotgun beside him. |
Hurrying over, Coons started to raise him, then gently!
let the limp body slip back to the floor.

“No use, John,” he said slowly to his partner. “He's!
gone. But there may be a chance for Stevens. I'll rush’
him to the hospital. You stay here and report to head-
quarters,”

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HE DARK OUTLINE OF THE NEON sign above the Elk

Tavern at 9014 Roosevelt Way in Seattle, Washington,

hung like a charred ember in the early morning half-
light. It was four o’clock of November 26, 1935, and the
first rays of the rising sun had not yet crept over the peaks
of the Rocky Mountains to dispel the darkness of night.

Inside the tavern, three stealthy figures moved in silence,
but a steady scratching from a muffled hacksaw blade biting
into hard steel divulged their nocturnal visit.

Across the street, Frank Winkler rolled over in bed, and
the scraping noise startled him to wakefulness. He raised
to listen.

Burglars? He listened closer. No, they weren’t in his
house. The steady rasp seemed to come from across the
street. He went to the window, and then made for his tele-
phone and spun the dial to connect him with police head-

quarters.
* * *K

Becca CAR ELEVEN ... station KGPA Seat-
tle police . . . calling car number eleven...
burglars in the Elk Tavern at 9014 Roosevelt Way...
proceed with caution, as burglars are still in the building
car number eleven . here are the directions again
. proceed to..
Prowl car patrolman Trent A. Sickles twisted the dial to
full volume to catch the report again, as Ted Stevens, his
partner, wheeled the car at full speed toward the address.

by RICHARD MAHONEY

of the Seattle, Washington, Homicide Bureau

as told to JACK HEISE

"I could watch his pistol hand raise. | thought
of Stevens and Sickles lying in the Tavern with
blood running from their dead bodies. | won-
dered if | would die that way... It was
my gun that. spit fire first. Carl
Thomas (below) went hurtling
back—dead!"

50 HEADQUARTERS DETECTIVE

the cops didn’t have to come out there.
Of course, that doesn’t excuse it any,
for we were 100 per cent in the wrong.
But if they had only said they were
cops, or hadn’t walked in like they
did, and if the guy at the syndicate
hadn’t put out the guns... but that is
all “ifs”... sai

There: was a big stink in_ Seattle
about the cops being killed. They had
a public funeral for them, and every
slot machine was jerked out. It was

* the start of getting a law passed in

Washington which makes it a felony
for even possessing a slot machine . . .
But I understand now that they
have pinball games which are the old
fashioned slot machines dolled up
with blinking lights and bells, and
it gets around the law. So I guess
the same syndicate is still operating
and the old take must be there which
means there will be more muscling-
in, and maybe more shooting again.

HEADQUARTERS

DETECTIVE}

followed Graham into this tavern.
No one seemed to know who they
were and the dove colored car had
never been noticed in Grove prior to
the fatal Saturday night.

UTHORITIES kept digging into the
J\ case. A man named Stanley re-

vealed that a man wearing a grey
hat had come into Forney’s and had
sat down by him. The three strangers
had evidently been watching, for
when Stanley walked outside about
midnight, they had called him over
to their car and had asked him if he
knew the man in the grey hat.

had walked away. Later he had
asked someone who the fellow was
in the grey hat and_had been told
that he was Bluford Graham.

Bob Elam of Grove added more
startling facts to the case when he
disclosed that shortly after the trouble
in Forney’s, Graham and Harry
Harper came outside. Elam was
standing near the strangers’ car and
the older of the trio walked around
behind it.

“‘Come on if you want to see me

throw a knife into that so and so’s_

back,’” he said to his companions.

“T looked around to see if he meant
me,” Elam related, “but he was look-
ing at Blub Graham. The other two
must have talked him out of it; any-
way they moved their car across the
street.”

Harry Harper admitted being with
Graham the evening before when the
trouble first began. Harper said that
the oldest of the three men _ ap-
proached Graham and said something

-about settling an old score.

“Bluf said he didn’t know there
was any to settle,” Harper quoted.
“Tt looked bad for a moment; all
three of those guys were ganged
around us at the bar and this oldest

I don’t know who squealed, or how
they ever found out, but the dicks
learned that Lester had a bum knee.
They took him in for questioning.

After a couple of hours in the “pink
room,” the kid came out talking. He
put the finger on Jack and me, and

‘copped himself a plea, turning state’s

witness. They picked Jack and me in
Gwen’s place in L. A.

HAT is just about the “sgn Jack

and Lester both got life. got the

rope. We battled around in court
for a while. I had three trials be-
fore it was finished. It was the same
every trial. ;

The slot machine syndicate gave
me the gun. They sent me out on the

job.
I pulled the trigger. I killed two
swell cops. I hang. Jack and Lester

are doing time for the rest of their
lives behind the walls of Walla Walla.

I salute them as I step on the trap
for that last long drop.

Take it from a DEAD GUY, and
T’ll be dead when you read this...
cutting the corners leads to no good.

It may sound easy, and it may
sound soft and safe...

But it will be you who will pull
the trigger.

It will be you who drops through
the trap.

The smart guys who operate the
racket, whether it is slot machines,
pert games or numbers racket, will

e sitting there smiling and when you
are gone they’ll hire another chump
to do their. work for them.

I hope if they read this they will
know that I put a curse on them just
as the trap was sprung.

THEY’VE GOT A DEAD MAN’S
CURSE ON THEM!

MAY THEY ROT WITH THEIR
ROTTEN RACKET!

LAUGH OF DEATH

CONTINUED FROM PAGE 25

one looked plenty mean.”

“Did Bluf say what the trouble
was?” Wolf asked eagerly.

“No. He didn’t seem to know.”

This was all very interesting, but
in every way the case seemed to be-
come more baffling. Three strangers
picking on the victim; a reference to
some old trouble that even Graham
knew nothing about. The mistaken
identity theory grew stronger. Harper
gave a good description of the three
strangers but was unable to give their
names. \

As the officers started for their
car, Sheriff Holland hesitated.

“There’s one more _ possibility,
Hendrix,” he said. “I’ll be back.” He
walked away and presently returned.

“IT think the guys we want are
either in Nowata, Fairland, or Mon-
roe, Louisiana,” he announced. “Fair-
land is the closest. Let’s try it.”

“Who are they?” Wolf asked.

“JT don’t know. My informant gave
me no names.”
_ Inasmuch as Fairland was located
in Ottawa County, Holland called
Sheriff Dee Watters at Miami, re-
questing two of his best men to meet
him there. When he and his_com-
anions arrived, Holland explained
is mission to the Ottawa County
officers and they began cruising about
the little village. Suddenly Holland
tensed. Parked behind an old cream
station he saw a dove colored Chevro-

-let coach!

The officers parked and approached
it. The tires and the fact that a .22
repeating rifle lay on the rear seat
convinced them that it was the death
car.

With drawn guns Sheriff Holland,
Wolf, and Cockrell entered the front
door of the cream station. The Otta-
wa County officers entered from the
rear. In a back room they confronted
four men. Even the officers’ sudden
appearance didn’t startle them. Three
answered the descriptions of the
murder suspects.

“Stand where you are,” Holland
ordered. ‘You’re under arrest.” The
two dark haired men exchanged sharp

glances. The eldest admitted he was
Bill Darnell, 44 years old. His brother,
a dark haired good looking chap, was
Rufus Darnell, 25; and the youngest,
Cecil Redmon, 19, was a cousin of the
Darnells, The fourth and older man
was an uncle who lived there.

“You know Bluford Graham?”
Wolf demanded.

Bill Darnell nodded sullenly. “Yeah,
we had a little trouble in Grove last
night,” he replied.

“Little trouble?” Wolf snorted. “You
call murder a little trouble? Come
on, you three men_are under arrest.”
For a brief instant Bill Darnell’s black
eyes bored into his brother's, then
without a word the three walked
outside.

Examination of the .22 caliber
Remington rifle revealed that it was
loaded with shells of the same make
and size as those found at the death
scene, The tires on the dove colored
coach compared identically with the
tire impressions at Paddeck’s and at
the death scene.

On the return trip to Grove the
Darnell brothers were calm, but
young Redmon began to show signs
of worry. It was 11:30, barely nine
hours after the murder, when the
three sag, at were identified by Mr.
and Mrs. Forney as the three trouble-
some strangers.

ODGED in the county jail it soon
became obvious that Redmon feared
the two brothers. As yet there was

no motive for the heartless crime.
Beyond admitting a little trouble with
Graham, the Darnells had nothing
else to say. Both smiled grimly when
asked who the woman was that had
laughed as Graham died.

Redmon was immediately separated
from the others and questioning be-
gan. Gradually a_ story of cold-
blooded murder came out. Redmon’s
home was in Monroe, La., but he had
come to Oklahoma to visit his father.
Arriving at his aunt’s home in No-
wata, he met Bill and Rufus Darnell
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At dinner t
his delight
made $80,0(
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cut him in.”

the dough,” he
machines here
e right in and
give you forty

ng fish. Every
list, the syndi-
ready. There
m the pay-off-
we worked.

was easy, too.
1ose out in the
ren’t any cops

about a block
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ut in ‘the alley,
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fine. Jack and

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Lester Rorick. >

‘e were sitting
) beefing about
seing short of

so we told the
hut. We really
in extra guy to
't do any harm
enough to cut
out hurting us.
November 25th,
s into the ware-
list. ,
o watch your-
told us. “The

‘d up the. way”

we've been taking their machines. I
understand they’ve got a couple of
gorillas out trying to catch you.”

I could understand why they might

be burned. We'd been putting the

snatch on plenty of their machines.

“You'd better take these along in
case you run into them,” he said,
handing out three revolvers.

“We don’t need guns,” I said.

“They may help. Those mugs may
try to get tough with you. If you’re
heeled it may save you a beating. My
info has it that they've orders to work

ou over.
I didn’t think much of it, but we

stuck the gats in our pockets.

Top spot on the list for the night
was the Elks Tavern at 9014 Roose-
velt Way. The diagram showed that
we could get in through the front
door. We waited until three o’clock
in the morning to make sure every-
body around there would be asleep,
and we drove out, parking the car a
block down the street.

There were two machines in the
spot. They were both in steel cabi-
nets and bolted to the wall.

The cabinets were supposed to fool
the cops. If a bull walked into the
place, the proprietor pulled down the
front of the cabinet and the slot
(Continued on page 49

Re Rt

- pirl.. The Boss had threatened to “fix

her wagon” and the madam felt rather
uneasy at the time. Taking me on
at all was an act of appeasement.

- I want you to understand in what
condition I was in then. Do and
rostitution had taken a terrific toll.

was a wreck, mentally as well as -

physically. My weight had dwindled
down to a mere 90 pounds.’ My gaze
was that glassy stare of the dope ad-
dict, my pale skin was drawn drum-
tight over sunken-in cheeks. In short,
I was nothing but a bundle of bones
and a bunch of frowsy hair. I had
reached the final stage of disintegra-
tion.

That day when the drunk “Fish”
staggered inside there wasn’t even fear
or revulsion left in me. Normally we
girls loathe drunks. -They force us
to submit to all kinds of vicious tricks
and otherwise make us conscious of
the fact that we are scum of the lowest
order. Be

“C’mon honey,” I dutifully invited,
“this way, please.” The door banged
shut on us and I undressed: with a
practiced hand.

He was sitting on the edge of the
bed staring in my direction but his
bloated face remained immobile. He

did not take off his coat either—just .

sat there, staring and silent. :: -
’ “Five dollars, please.” ;

He did not move.

“Honey—you hear me?”

He rose slowly. And there was a
weird, vicious gleam in his dull eyes

that should have warned me. But | By

didn’t care.

’ He approached, halted, eyes stary,
hands trembling. Long, thin,
hands. They began to scare me.

He stepped close. Foul - breath
brushed past my face. I drew, back.
The moment I moved his hands shot
out, clutched at my throat, screwing

HEADQUARTERS

DETECTIVE

machine was hidden. us
._ Jack and Lester and I were in the
lace clipping the chains when some-
ody came in the front door.’
ir away, I thought about the
gorillas who were out to work us
over. : a
“Stick ’em up and come out!’

It was dark inside the pak but I.

could see the outline of two: guys

_against the light of the window. I

ducked behind a booth. Lester was

by the bar. He dropped behind it.

Jack was at the back some place.
“Get the hell out of here!” I cried.

-“T’ve got you covered and ru blast

you!” %
For a minute everything was quiet.
“Come out or we'll shoot!” -
Lester made a move behind the

bar and a gun barked. Shots started

coming from everywhere. ‘

One moved up onme. The gun
was right at my head.

I shot first.

The guy kind of groaned and
pitched past me head first. ©

The other fellow was still. up by
the window. I shot at him and so
did Lester. I don’t know who got
him, but he dropped. eee

bony.

. kid.”

the horrible spell broken.
. opened, Millie burst inside. She was a

eae ce. Aaa =

HEADQUARTERS DETECTIVE 49

tight with clawing fingers. i

I choked. I stumbled, eyes bulging,
resisting feebly. I was so weak.

He dragged me over to the bed,
hurled me onto the shrieking frame.
His fingers were like vises around my
throat, pressing against
muscles.

He cackled, eyes focused upon my
writhing body, glued to moving limbs,
drinking in that picture of pain. Mad
eyes—eyes of a fiend.

I gasped. I tried to shout for help
—I still wanted to go on living ower
see—but no sound came. My foot
darted. out and the lamp on the bed-
side table crashed to the floor. The
noise attracted his attention and I
managed to break loose. I rushed to
the door to find it locked. He must’ve
locked it while I was undressing.

The same insane cackle again. I
ran to the window, my nude body
brushing past greedy, clawing hands.
I tore down the shade, slammed a
fist through bursting glass. Was this
~ voice? These agonized screams
echoing ge A throug the courtyard:

Bay 2 ... help!

I felt his hot breath on my neck.
I whirled. I screamed still louder.
“Get out you fiend! Get out!”

He was white as a sheet. Sobering
up. “Sorry,” he mumbled, “sorry,
He stumbled toward the door.
Feet thudded across the hall, fists
pounded against the wooden panel,
the madam’s voice threatened hoarse-
ly. “Open up! Damn you. Want to
get the cops in here?”

He complied, shaking all over,
When he

madam all right but humane in her
own way. She ran a house but not
a torture chamber. “Your hat and

coat are over there,” she snapped.
“Get out, you louse, fast I tell you!”

aching.

She put an arm around me. “Sorry
Hattie—how was I to know? Now
take it easy kid—here’s a towel, gee
you’re bleeding, gee how awful! Lie
down, kid. Tll get a doctor.” I
sobbed hysterically.

FEW minutes later the cops were

there. The raid was on. We were

told to dress and get down to the
wagon. We were rushed to the Night
Court and subsequently placed in the
House of Detention to await trial.

Now I had plenty of time to think
things over. “They” were in no hurry
to bail me out. Finally they did but
eventually I was returned to answer
questions to Assistant District Attor-
ney Charles Pilatsky and Detectives
Harris and Cramer. I couldn’t tell
’em much though—like most of the
other girls detained with me.

We were scared and wrecked and

-without hope and had little. faith in

the power of the law. But then came
one day when I was back in Court,
when I saw with my own eyes Nick
Montana the Boss cringing under the
scathing indictment issued by Judge
Cornelius Collins.

It was an indictment of all of us,
bosses and pimps and madams and
a yh ches merciless, harsh and—just.

ut where was Nick’s power, his
brazen defiance? Where were his
mobsters and bribed aides? He was
alone then, the King of Vice, pale
and sullen, a sickish grin twisting his
lips. I heard he cried when they led
him across the “Bridge of Sighs” later
on. I believe it, he must have. Oh,
dear God yes, this man must’ve
sobbed. ... et ti

What about me? What about all
of us? We are lost, sister, destroyed
forever, with no hope left. Not even
tears. We had it coming you see. And
the day of reckoning came!’

IT’S A CINCH

CONTINUED FROM PAGE 15

“Let’s get the hell out of here!” I
shouted.
We ran for the door.

Going down the street, Lester
dropped his gun and it went off, shoot-
a hy in the leg. ;

e let out a beller.

“Lord’s sakes, keep quiet and come
on,” I told him.

We piled in the car. We drove

across town and took a look at

Lester’s leg. It wasn’t bad. We took:

him to a friend of ours and got it
fixed up so that Jack’s wife wouldn’t
know what happened and then went
home.

The afternoon a, ombe gave us the
first story of what happened. Until
then, we thought we had shot it out
with a couple of gorillas from the
rival syndicate. ‘

If I had known that it was coppers
who came into the tavern, I would
have surrendered. I think the syndi-
cate had enough influence to either
clear us of a burglary beef or pay us
4 a a rap to keep our mouths
shut.

Murdering cops was something else,
though.

The papers said that a fellow named

Frank Winkler, who lived. across the
street, saw us go into the place and
called the cops. He said there were
three men. .

“I think we’d better blow town,” I

aid.

“You and I had better go together,”
Jack suggested. “The kid’s got a bum
knee and needs to take care of it.
Besides, three guys traveling together
will be hot.”

The kid promised to stay around
for a while and take care of his leg.
“Where’ll we go?” Jack asked.

“Let’s beat it to L. A.,” I said. “I'd.

like to see Gwen. It’s as good a
place as any.”

WEN ROGERS was sort of my girl.
G She’s just about as swell a person
as they make. The one tough part
about passing out on the rope is leav-
ing her behind.

e made it to L. A. without any
trouble. We followed the case in the
papers. Jack and I felt like hell about

illing the two cops. We both bawled
when we saw the pictures of their
wives.

Another queer part of it was that
we were outside of the city limits and

Pee. é
SAR art pirtate iS F <3

Saget S er
Pe a ee

wounds. One sank to all fours and tried
to crawl off. The other two drew away.
Starwich crept up on the straggler,
silenced and slniihcled him. It was Ala-

gich with a shattered knee. Leaving.

Story to guard him, Starwich went for
help, found a buckboard, and got them
to a settlement.

A posse of eight started with him to
capture Borsvich and Pettrich. The
wind was growing colder; snow was in
the air. ee mid-morning it was a bliz-
zard; by afternoon the drifts were hip-
deep, and the pursuit slowed down.
Man after man grew exhausted, heading
into blind canyons and using up strength
in climbing out of them. Another and
another printed his failure in the snow
and turned back, giving up the chase.

With Starwich it was different. He
had his vision to support him as he
plodded and waded through the vast
timbered wilderness, pitting his strength
_ against the power of the howling wind.

And then he saw stains of blood on
the clean snow. This was the right trail
then. Up ahead they were toiling sky-
ward—two untamed beasts. He clawed
up a rocky ledge and saw a lone cabin.

Diving At A Belching Gun

TEALTHILY he slipped toward it,
spilled in—and found the owner
alone. The Montenegrins had robbed
and roughed him and passed on.
Starwich tightened his jaws and
plunged along. A solitary traveler stood

‘out against the skyline. Borsvich} Up

to him walked Starwich. He saw the
light of fury dawn in those sinister eyes
that were so heavy with sleep. The two
men came together with a rush, one
grappling, then driving in his’ fists.
Borsvich’s insane grip loosened, and he
collapsed.

Blundering. and panting along the
trail, Starwich came up behind the third
man he hunted—Pettrich. Spinning in
his tracks, Pettrich snatched out his gun
and opened fire. Unable to avoid the
counter-attack, Starwich leaped for him,
missed death by inches, and laid him out.

Back to the cabin he drove his prison-
ers, doctored their wounds, and set off
with them next day over the crest of the
Cascades, through Snoqualmie Pass,
down to the valley. In deserted camps

they spent the nights—two murderers
watched over by a single jailor who dared
not turn‘his back to them. An instant
of carelessness was all they wanted.

They never got it. The little deputy
joked with them, found food for them,
nursed their wounds, and watched them
like a hawk.

“Funny I missed you,” said Pettrich.
“Lots of guts to hit.”

“You’re a poor shot, Pettrich,” said
Starwich wrily.

A slow smile crawled over the other’s
face. “You think it? Then I tell you
this: In the old country I killed six
men with six shots.”

Twenty-three years as deputy sheriff
and sheriff! No plumed hat and no fine
horse! But the feeling in King county
is that there never will be another Star-
wich. ‘

Matt laughs at that. One of his last
duties was to pin a badge on his son’s
chest. It went through the flesh and out
again.

“Got it a/little deep that time, dad,”
the youth grinned.

“Can’t be too deep, son,” said the little
sheriff with the big record.

Missouri’s Mystery of the Slain Senator

an Indian, and Sammy Carlson. These
two men became friendly to Smithers.
They had seen him in the company and
favor of underworld characters and had
every reason to believe he was “all
right.”

Smithers began to go on parties with
them to various cabarets where the
drinking was heavy. Smithers drank a
little to keep up appearances, but never
so much that his ears were not con-
stantly alert. :

Cracking The Riddle

ONE night, when all had been drink-
ing more than usual, Bear and
Carlson left the party several times and
talked apart. Smithers knew they were
planning a holdup.

The waiter brought up another drink.
The woman left alone with Smithers at
the table winked and spoke. The words
she spoke were the words that Smithers
had been sent out to hear.

“Bear had better be careful. If the
cops ever get him, it’s the rope for
Ross.”

Inside Smithers nearly burst, but
outwardly he was calm.

““But Bear won’t talk,” he insisted
loyally.

“Oh, won’t he?” the woman snapped.
“The fool has already told
(naming a man in Independence) all
about it.”

Elated by the news, Smithers rose
early to report to the downtown office
of Coiailabigives Hook as he had done
daily since he had been “dropped for the
good of the department.”

The first move of the commissioner

when he learned what Smithers had |

been told was the secret arrest of the
man at Independence for murder. It
was a bluff of course, but the man did
not know it. 4

[Continued from page 53]

“We know, the commissioner said,
“that you were in on the killing of
Greene. You didn’t commit the actual
murder but we know that Bear, who
also was in on the job, later went to
Independence and told you exactly how
it happened so you could figure out
your defense.”

“That’s not true,” retorted the man
from Independence. “Bear did tell me
about it, but I-had nothing whatever to
do with it. I do some/things I shouldn’t
do, but I don’t go around shooting
people for no reason at all. Bear: came
out to my place drunk. He got mouthy
and told me—”

“Wait,” said the commissioner. “I.

want this in a written statement. And,
if it is necessary, we want you to face
Bear and tell this same story. If you're
really innocent we can learn it that
way. If you're not innocent we're go-
ing to be twice as hard on you for lying
to us.” :

The man, bluffed by the police into a
belief that he stood just outside the
gallows room at-the county jail, made
the statement. y

On September 2 Edward Bear was
arrested for the murder of Senator
Greene, but the announcement that
went out from the office of Commis-
sioner Hook was to the effect that
Bear had been arrested as he tried to
steal a motor car on West Thirteenth
street. A motor car theft would not
get into the news to any great extent.
It still was necessary that Richardson,
who received all newspapers, be led to
believe that the police were off his trail
for d. Then the knowledge that
they had closed on him Mike a vise would

strike him the harder and he would be.

all the more likely to confess.

To make it appear more certain that
Bear was an ordinary prisoner he was
put through the police showup and was

viewed by holdup victims. Much to the
astonishment and somewhat to the cha-
grin of the commissioner he was iden-
tified.

That made it necessary to take him
before the prosecutor for the filing of
holdup charges, But, by chance or
olice design, the persons who had
identified Bear failed to appear, and
for lack of evidence the prosecutor re-
released him.

Just outside the door awaited a group
of detectives. As Bear stepped out,
believing himself a free man, he was
arrested. This time he was not kept in
the dark as to the inspiration for his
arrest. He had been present when
Senator Greene was murdered.

“That’s a damned lie!” Bear insisted.

There followed days of grilling. The
police were anxious to afford what pro-
tection they could to the man at In-
dependence and did not wish to reveal
to Bear that his friend had talked un-
less it was absolutely necessary.

The night of September 14 news-
papermen noticed that Bear was taken
into the commissioner's offiee. Later
another man was taken in. Then a
squad of detectives went out and re-
turned with Ross Richardson’s wife,
who was booked mysteriously for
“investigation.”

What did it mean? Had the Greene
case been reopened? Did the commis-
sioner know something?

“We have made absolutely no prog-
ress in the Greene case,” the commis-
sioner said.

Confession Breeds Confession

Qt t the old silence game. What
actually ag -tager was this: The

commissioner had told Bear that he

had fooled with him long enough.
“We have known for two weeks now,

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Won in Oly hi

me “Closing. ofthe. Oleripia office !
‘tthe ‘Veterans “Administration: ¢
not iaffect’ the Olympia distri
° | office of the State, Veterans’ R
habilitation Council, District Su pe

; — Tal iL | i March 31, ndvA. busitiess. henc (aul

: forth: will ” be conducted: by ts
Vat Pacoma office, which; wilk-arranicg
an itinerant sc! redule th

Mr Maguire’ 3 ‘office: it Roo
1D, Old. Capitol ! (Building, will’ 7

k Ass : s So pany FE ; a 4 7:
\ pike en eet i Bago bbe TUE?) ueual, he pointed’ Sai Her suid:
a : Wetsrans are invited bi visit

charged with negligent=homick
in connection. with. an automo me
accident near Tenino Jast Deca
ber drew a°$1,000'fine Monday
ernoon from Buperidt Tugge | ch
M2 Wilson > ‘

The defendant; “Carl ae 3
pleaded guilty oer charge.

‘yin
53, of Seattle, suffered. severe:
juries December 1. when the:
chine sideswiped a@° truck on
Tenino-Rainier road. :

Qeady To Celebrate _

a
Ten
w
i

He ‘mavounged that Some: ee!
x ans of this ‘area: may; be ‘eligik
for Ohio or: lilinois: service: be
uses. Veterans who were reside Ks.
#| of one. Of those states. at the: tijge,
jalg{ they entered;. the armed: fore
¥should call: at the: Rébabilitat:
‘Council offices ‘for, “fon: tnforn
d. tion,’ she: said. 4

Be lien Dalle Fine 7

= (s Driver's Penalty |
Atter Fatal Accident §3

A fifty-one-year-old Seattle rt 3

He was drive

months later in Seattle, and Des
Prosecutor Ralph R. Gilby chas
the charge of drunken and ree
driving against Fors to one of

ligent ‘hornicide. 9

sand.> will: dunetion

f an automo
ion, John Ge

which & comp

Genas died. of ‘his ‘injuries

The fatal accident ‘occurred 2
mile anda half noriner:
ino. & Fors’ machire > col!
ith @ truck ‘driven by. Fee 3
ixtio, oo, of Tenisit, wiht, «oe

Sens Fa RY

exor) PRLTS

DAILY OLYMPIAN 3/16/19),8

Cal. ‘The Daily Olympian, Tuesday, M har. 16, 1948 |

- Unique Legal Tangle Opens Slaying Trial

‘(From Page gimt i elec Tuesday hor UNE ‘diter 2
euior dingy ¥ 10 Brat he print (ary ot erent: ACY ‘and four: fwornen *
Gilby mighs @agliahty themselves. had been BCCER: ted’ by ane ue secu]
by taking e: Oe stand: iis Jw hes res, Ltiory and det tense 2 |

Cy Tt they ft ther coulg wantin: The ‘state Yad decepted the 4 ary

ARH Dorpany at

“ty conde Lahe HeRTINZ a5 cout (3s it’ stood at ie oMlock Monday! a

but, cou Hot make < cicginge, of au ‘evening; but fit acceptice was) nea wes Pa et 3 tempor é

mens bak bye the tity e-as~ they 1 put iver untuk Tested, while; tne} 5 é e ty tee cues oonun Shane te

iy MIN itd. De argulllg hit @reduinty © st} defense magi >4 R WD. more ‘chals| Store rect a pole tine Sang Wy sia} nothe
ri “their oy f goatiinony 1h Arie al REDO: eee paietenttog | OF ine tk 3 tt oa

In ise) hadting tne bury’: ‘the sate, between ry ‘wad Oss é Roads wes

made five of he tw elve pré-eript= ;

§.

The Hirst wit dndes,: ete Jone

of 2g F irngrteenya ‘Avenue Kast, OFY, ‘chatlenges it 3s. ae Rowed and) ‘ vigh=t
" CAs . af Cy Puck f
was valived (10) gtane baoN Teepe eetense exercises “ts. sieht *, $— Recsar i dinne ard 4
Airey: 10.” decérine hisy d iesvery wi vexclude specified jurors seven £ Olymp aE ket Beek
; ithe: ‘ho Bs ot iGdneya id stip, , ods ty ines, % sr ae i rs ag VaR Ppt 4
hen, Sen Jessup, 6 ae draajh? 2 Tne vattar S both: \sides | ; Sed ey ey EL
a Ress 63, re their Ha atney for ’ boy ie weal: a, whgt place this Thurs

A av evenings ip he Siest House

cential Olympia: Fouare Tesh De: tated tol select | tre SEY. a al
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‘cemiee 19.8 ef Gustieats ater neon: ie : yee of Olympia. ~Members neu!
“He told the ury a. me bout a Fy it ah lretidervous at Hot eo}: & os Dish sy)
. ae i podies Matter: econ Rings con- Perkins is actated Be Stan> ; } Six sit ote is Hote) ton: 74a \ ae
cored. fover tthe weliate. ©: Mi. i bery Foster, his: court-appointed | eo Arta seat Ex rex ae ee “core |
ee § ” ‘ ie ped:tion, 2h >
owe sup, Who wasn Boor penline » pattoraey, and by Ernest LL. Meyer | @ Daywniebtions | irom Gn agressionay

“aeD bess are sched ed, ve Th:

> i

;

f 2 ;Mr Jones Was, the: Six si of mani aseceiaice with) Foster in the oat”
au “sih tat roe list fense, Bota are Cuympians, anc)

i = F pk eis we ih oF ras oh Foster is 2 former Assistant attor|

We “prosecution. He- was 10 BF ollowed} ney general; cunder Mr. Broy ass0-!

“py Mrs. Sarak Siecle, wife of, the | ciate prosecutors:
bid “Only. witness. ls listed by the de-

ges se

ete WwW ‘hniers—-O?¥ in Res Ackley i

| Box 216; MeCi leary, Was: One Of |
i ip forty-iour Velerans to wan $26,000

“capping. cheer Mor-| irrigated homesieads On theca |

Udessup’ ® andlgrd,. ‘and Dr. -Charles

Le ns Xx defendant him-
i Gee ‘Pe Larson | the pathologist whoiex- as nace fect, die ‘youth's | rison, of Zillah, chairman of) ™3\" Reclamatiod Project im Ore: |
: “4 } amined the bodies, '# according to the | white- haired father. «Young: ee ie} Washington, ‘State. Fruit | € pon Monday-in & reclamation Bur- | ’
. : oe pees opening | statement. 4 kin's mother isnot, living. Commission. lauds the state eau: drawings. » There Were. 787
17 2G pyesentation ot thé (state's), case | ako witnesses were, excus: | 2 p Seneca tee gt Aar Pees: ae
. ch tes ed from. the: courtroom, Mr. Pers} press for, its backing of the : oa Hi
acns,” started with Mx. Hinkle’s} 3 eh d i}: m |
ea st: atoment mst. (tensihitty ki ns satiat the deiens¢e ‘table. 2 Ww ington. ‘soft fruit indus-|: Pahesiearuthe Olympia’ Sym-
Se ee Le 3 Y HAS sot t. tally “and: good joking try: Approximately 60 feet of| phony Orchestra will. yehearse apis!
hag eer op : r¥C stel per yioe fresh hireut fe press. clippings. which he holds; Siles Poy habla in} the audi |
; Vell pressed grey 5 SUit, SHS quiel HIGiiuMA >; O the Oliympila Highs
‘Famous Name Pianos <i Raping the hearing swith this attor- appeared during the staging; — thio week Sho
_Kimbl and Stay & Clarks) hepss He.shows no emotion, but, of three contests sponsored on ee ate ae eee ia
; iheys Bem nervously, atitimes. i beball: of the. industry — one! ee agae a ee tay se
hoe oem er Lo, «Mor a slogans one; for, a) Woealifacas tc te: |
bors ie his opering Giaeniede fo the ot® quality.” ‘and still Santa pe Ta eat
Cf SUEY ~ qelivered before he: left the ‘for. a poster. : | Hise gee Rink a d
courtroam, Proseeutor Hinkle said : ; ia fo yal Pe
fy oN Het @ states Swill | prove “beyord: rea- ! 3 Siti: te Fae ees ‘
sonable, de tab raat’ ahead Rules ne Jessups in aS ' hd eae SP hd <2
: ea gl La Bers} Baeh es Sc Ae) ste ees aes |
He said hel prosecution Saal + geere DAL Tee bs
I heave up to the jury the: question, ot | TUE Gas Came ge | Bins So een ve
Th ychich of two,: possibly three, mo= |} pigs eae Tae OE Cy
\divess"plabs anger;: robbery; Or, ey bs BERS ip i bee hoe
thwarted: love,” caused Perkins t toys Piabebisae ih tgs es Me
Kill his close: friends: oy | uae Pe Per nk ee
we trankly are uncer $Y
motive, eee: sald.” Wan i
He cnid the ‘statéwill sahoaece |
{estimony - to DROves. anions other |
things, that: PAs ital Bin Sarat Bithi ya esis
"1.. Perkins. Monte. the atayings beset
Fanti Ktrapped in a web‘of lies, : ae ts
: hyo he confess¢d.), Tec pte te
Wo ee? qvas observed ‘in. a: ear
Mia Ghuich like the missing Jessup |
|} machine. a, trays DE iter hee
£3, That ie i arate saenbs in|
F ‘Olympia Agntil Parnes ‘before. the |
é Pe ce ee eae - a A at ' slayings.” | ee
ae, : qt pane nev har a = ahd 829 cies stds eae rhuches was Dgheseiag = watch |
: : at) t ees | belonging’ 49 the’ stain womans at.
: the time he was arrested in Olym-
pia by Sheriff Frank” Tamblyn. 5,

* ni ight of the slaying have been Te~
covered with his assistance and are }
atarrisg hadley! Humans Bioo Oda tei}

|
-5.\ That the clothes he wore the ie

‘Perkins was Peete “pécember a
ng 19, four-days. after the killings, and |}.
Li was formally” charged with. the |
': }murders on Christmas Eve: {
Lb He Asa parolee from Wo Wash-.;
npton State Reformatory, Wwhers ;
a4 Ph had served three years On. ©

burglary gonyiction from Thurston |
Ne tousarnaess He was, released from | :
: confinement ‘ last’ Fall, about 4 ‘ a iat ae
4 ai -{ month Before [the slayings. ae * Fy dy

Ha pau hathed He pleaded guilty: to the mur: pie oats
“i der charge: jast monthvand officers + -
if “| said he signed. a confession of his
Af guilt, but he later changed the pis : ;
erie not guilty after an attorney hadipse. et
pbeen appomnes to defend him: ha. bi ts , ‘ x

4
$
1%

‘The! din axing! new f
nozzle, lwhisks dirt in- palit
to the ‘dust trap. at
0. miles on pout

a baeiennece

Wi PE x,

hes
a ‘tne. jury of Rae men and 160
; women, plus, one woman alernul’
was selected’ from among 2b but :

1190. persons originally SsUumMMmoOHe a}
for Jury service. f° i)
LTS comer ye TTS De chaurded Hysies

DAILY OLYMPIAN, 3=25-19),8

DAILY OLYMPIAN, 3=2))-19),8

many peacet

Omen,

spoke | out “for, keeping

3 Armed Services, Committee, told a |
reporter. he expects. any: plan to
qevive Selective: Service to ‘leave’

S98 got “all real veterans of the last igeem fa ue ENS 1h pre he BiS Bee te caere ibd:
well as all:married men-“}'o 7). 8 raped Wetatn 3-4 next Monday. "Youve had 3) eye pea hans a a yet S
ts var a8 Wet esentative Wadsworth sy The ‘case’ went, to the: jury. ‘at preity rough one," path etc ee atk ewe tt ere tbe Rivne
aa caGtwrola the World ‘three twenty-six, o'clock) "Tuesday jury)had bee at least ast a week for the Jobs Rife where €; Califor:
ee mae afternoon,; At. four. twenty-five | Courthouse. ‘sin ; (OM Truman emust Shave the | tansport plane Cc?
ed Tuesda ‘board's report before he can ask) “7° about 16 miles ¢

™ He.also. 8ug
veterans.) 9)

1 os SY cS ae,

w2-} directed that.
MM Emposed, 5. aa. org ie ng a
«The jury of eight; meh and: four

pinpower demands, within NaFrOW |) he cembers i!!!)
‘\ Defensé «Attorneys,

ony Peon a returned the verdict late
es: bears aie ned ae ie Wingy afternoon after. no -more |
BAe oy toh hill ‘waited for [ogee eee nay of Phe:
§ i tete to-blueprint the na: | ee babe ey she sd }
: pilitary, ne tnachitiery)two law: oot and Mrs, L. ExJessip, ¢€ terly polling of the jury, and -as, the | > yor
gon’s defense ™ Te ee | Olympians, it their small ‘cotlage' twelve names. were ;read, each jor, desi gor a
near the county, tae

a war Two. draft law; said he thinks teu oa, 4 fied ; 1 n
4 er pah should be 19 to 26 or | SOCK OY Foreman Orval: 5. | started i
pestéed exempting Ness. of 325. South Foote, Street, 16; 5 »
REA Gk oases Ou Mla sh notified. Judge DD, |F.
eanay 4 Wright, that the verdict, had’ deen
Hy reached. '/17)) Cas baa
) Perkins

thie death penalty be!
et er nee ed

toucthouséijlas

3 - Pini. SST helt” 7 ies tinig ga fe ts 4s a Poe Gib ao ty ip ie a ;

s Gurney of the Senate} of OSs fee | Stanbery |,’ ‘Thej jury ) members spoke, 'ot
erie i enate | Foster and Ernést. L..Meyer said ‘without. hesitation, ‘some, quietly

Wednesday the F nph: y:

¥ ‘would filé a mdé-jand several emphatically}: go) Pip gy ee ee ENS. FA Nee.
lion’ fora’ new trial in th ically. |b FS However, the doard Swas, given:

, [twenty-twoxyear-old |
Lewis County parolee’ from the to
state reformatorv, whose. ‘eurprisé
testimony. Monday highlighied one

aie
# ot. Woodland. ~“ Wash-
#2 tstory of how deatt)s
740: ed-an‘icy hand agai
i yeight men whe peris
}plane. crash Sundar <
eday. from the isola’
trash scene) 5 5
‘wo men—one
Jeg — survived ™. ee
bring’ froni the Sov
no : ae MP EU NE jrigton mountain are:
laying) "The defense then reouésted, a sree hore Rove Dey ‘atternoon the ist”
tate. gO
Two others. alive
he lef} the scene, had
ited jater Tuesday ‘by: President) for! survival In the
‘rruman. “should tequire | only, 4

“we

Battle, executive secre-.

tror tm turn “tose, -repeatin
(| words: "That is my Verdict.’

wilds before rescuer =
night. | The surviv:
twoof the ten sboe
ors w ‘rd'the murder. until April) 5.fo report. It could outright: Poo:

ors who had heard the murder case} finial ite! +3 sk’ sooner but govern: Fis Bédiegvof the 394

matter of hours to. report’ "5° }

e‘diter:| ‘Judge Wright excused the jur-)

the’ attorney «general to seek am about two miles ©
injunction’ under the 'Taft-Hartley roadway. | Search
‘Act. Such. Action; would /require. trucks and jeeps’ b:
the’400,000 United Mine. Workers | 820% plow to reach

+} sSurvivors were .-

BP ee

‘CA guninan held-up and fobbed a

B sight ina |tésidential ‘section of |i) >

‘ash before returning, his victim's)
falletiand papers.; ” ee

torney general, told polite he was’
anosted. by |. the "armed. ‘robber,
} hile walking up’ Franklin Street
Mm near Twelfth Avenue East at ‘about
WA xine o’clockTuesday evening: tt

4 Pointing cun at Kaminoff, the
S man said: #This is a stick-up, Bud.

walk," thé victim later reported) |
@ Mr. Kaminoff-didvas he was tol. !
et laid. the -gunmatt moved ireveral
@ flaway ‘with the wallet to. exams |
‘ge ite contents. 2, 5 ge

pts, and he did, , He simply re-

Nes

Mr. Kanyin

N 4 ‘wallet back,’

4 probably drove off in,an automo>! Jacob
bile that started upijat that times) assign

& sdout ten dollars, in the, incident

4 (Your Wife Wins

Le at A Pie! come a A Se

‘ es de apr cute, Tie 4

: Pe

i :

F , ypno iC.

r : fret 3
PY ie hip

A Oiympia, getting away! with Some Jar
fe victim's | QD.

Ya olf: saidiithe! robber infivente o
disappeardwaround &, corner. ard fAdministrat
H. Conn, court staff member: 140: feer before stopping. 7 i). “San Francisco- (?)-Dr ou gh ts

The robbery. ‘victim’ said “he. Tost) December,

}

+
ide

+ A tees ke 4 eae Pras i Bele” ae Bie:
allel ; vie! ‘1 Raltiniore-HA judge
Max. Kaminott Oy T19°-Twen=; that hyphotisn Hake brought Wilbur. rc

fieth Avene! East, an assistant at<ycp Aittic’s’ mind back: to: ‘Ameri 24 : aval

i ur wallet on the side- from. his boss last. Fall. :
ut dtop Foor weet ee ean triste said he believed he was carry~ Ss

"L asked him to return the paz] | Judge Joseph Sherbow:

onoved the imoney and. tossed the’ aginary underbrush and-slappes at pnotorist hit the. younes:er's ‘cycle _@ aeg. ‘
fie. Attorney said, | imaginaly, flies. while: under the | while passing, and dragged the | if a | Orfila leone as eyes
a7 : {mountain for seve

F reEnds (ar
ai House iatiorneys ete | War Horrors For a Mas A

fini} forist was”
§| Griving as:
in 20) ith

Wo days in which (t© go back to the pits while their |
twa days Tae he a | pension demands. cpre- iaredinted.| Aaatanies eee
at dna similar situation, a board-of | 5) ats habe 8
= binquiry “created: by, Mr. Truman | : yon picawans tht be
last Thursday is finishing its closed |iigei ts: 3
Thearings at, Chicago into the al ; chi B } § ;
pute ‘which has: shut down onex* Our oys a
‘(half the nation’s meat industry.) fof _—
‘fe “The meat board has until April’ 0 M { d
“‘}2° 40 make its report. | Ther’ the! | oun a
government could ‘seek an injunc- | - ‘s
+) tion “to “ compel - the 100.000 cio By Fort Ski
Packinghouse| Workers te return | ge :
to their jobs." The union is seeking) Four Kent bows
a 23 ‘cenis hourly pay boost. | stranded for.65 how
/ Both, disputes have: had “wide: }of Mt. Rainier we
‘spread effects on the nation’s econ-;} Tuesday jaftérnoor
omysi Since @ week ago T uesday,;Skijtroops,
when the packinghouse “workers |) The boys, Hobert
ne cseentons | Walk, out ‘started, the: output of} jam Wilson, ‘Cor
punester) was James Federally-inspected meat) plants Tommy! Rotndtr:
iveon sof. Mrs: Dorothy fen fab yee hog ay eS Abita) -from: Tf) +
me Stewart) of 11933 ) South ; Che i: 4 had <j harmeds Troops tt
Psychia- | Stewart), OF 1333 " South ; Cherry Wholesate Gnd retail meat es Sm fis a ay we

| Streati” His. injuries consisted , of hi vaies i
bout fhe Shand knee and back abrasion$, | DAve, BOS be eh i te brah ante ;search for: they
; Haag tals 4 '| Robert” Engle Jr

Police charged George T. Eaton,

71, of 814 South Franklin Steet p ‘had failed to re

lend mountain jati:
> The* patrol loce
jin an abandoned
ithe Echo Lake «4
had sought sheltez

Jing @ motor vehicle with detective

eo:
va
= .
Popes fe
: ne
(aA

The four iboys
tease lasts - Fore akind fare ; sacks with’ food
Thal “The car, tested Wednesday yt ae | plagued California , ws staked ill effects; Army 4

: ing?! Wednesday! = 20200 6074 : 7) They have bees

pour -pro- , BOMES 3

nection

defective: b:
“WilliCeu gaid 24 Pee apse Se tid raed
‘. Mr. Baton was réleasedson IMS} vame ents T

onal Hina to}e F
spbattie. bowiy oye POA pit BER eae {rich sources

ood 2: Te mm eh hs

eae ete ee

, Wednesday, Mar. 24, 1948 i rit.

i: ak

terial. was: the! detenaant’s! “eutpri

assertion | that!) his. former ceiely
frehd,') Shirley Phelps! bya off
seOiy iy {5} ad mnt ited. the Ayzi beat

derscang that he had ob: fe s sed, Sal :
them to protect hers

2 In his, unexpected ‘story, Shea) er
ike state lebeled “ithe most pre-1
eS Page » One) cf /} posterious fabrication ever told int.
= 04 patel. elt 3 ‘of a BE: inal lany courtroom,” Perkins ,”made
qgigessun last December (16) himself” the: only ‘eye-witness fo)
gist ia} i Avidesptcad irterest ‘be: | everything except the actual sley- |,
‘ Guero ‘several,’ vans ual develop: jings, telling the jury ke had ‘fol- Ke
bomen ig-Sa RHE Case 8 lowed the girl, unobserved, to the |
rin joes of; the teats’ first scene of. the, primes. Hele ae | 4
io ? shrston’ County EROSEMTOE Phe aah eae oy Be
Man Rt Hinkle and his) deputy, Miss: ‘Prelps, ‘denied ‘having: any.
it aiph Gulby, were excluded: strom} parts an the crimes, afd the juty’s| %
} ourtroom ‘becatse' they were ; ‘rapid decision. Indicated hat ber)":
ree? isted' as witnesses. ‘This Jett pre- denial and the testimony of iby Bs
. af ssentation of the: statge. evidence 10 | nesses icalled in, repattel) to Peri?
: mi state: “Attorney (General ‘Smith! kins! défense w eerer po. offset) |
i A

ass Segdut aaperouies in ies a there a

aes ‘hy

The’ ‘elderly Sediups’ ‘were ‘found ye
| stabbed. and bludgeoned to death |
irk ‘their. cottage December! 18; and }.
Perkins, was, arngsted: four: days’
later,; He, was f rmally charged
‘with the mutders on the day before
Christmas, and he: pleaded: gujlty
to the” charges February 18, ‘Signing
two. confessi ONS, tetas

He! jater changed | ehisi aes ae
notiguilty, after the court appointed
an, peal ito, represent. hime 4

te.

eee

pean

CHRISTENSEN. tet : The principal shod of the com- ti

eee iE : ( be oe

ee RA “©. }) mon! pttopus is crabs, which it pat-
enta salamat aa alvzés with a poison peepee, by. ; ff i WW
ethic groans £28 palms Lithia oP UE Ss ~ storage in plastic cocoons at the Pyote, Tex., Army Airfield.

i e a eleia the planes, Bottom: Close-up of a B-29 after

rer AIR ‘MANEUVERS PLANNE
Olympians Are Host. “McChord: Field's. 62nd° Tr}
: i Carrier Wing of'the 12th Air A
ef, ; {wil partieipate: 4n-Army. ma
ie 0 lying qua ron rers in. ; the.) Tennessee-Kentu
th border region in{ May, Colo
fe young men from ‘the First tTulius A. Kolb, commanding. o
| Nievand tne Eleventh Airborae, cer, annoynced today.
Division, “who /comprise ‘the Fly-!
Squadron, a recruiting team.| % “MAIL DESTROYED
euiests ofthe City of Olvil | Berlin-e}-Fire pf aindetero:
Tuesdav ® When they. arrived aragits swept through a" U.
eh town they were greeted by Ern- | u-sy mail car on the agiiert ia
esti Mattoryy mayor, in-City Hall. Berlin. Arain Wednesday 28. it.
The. Lions! “Club, then had <the | traversing the Russian, oceupal
oung mén as guests | at'a hincheon zone, Approximately four tons
ve neti he tea rs eae afte American mail weré Hesioyd

363

: RESTAURANT, BURNS
Kae etn abiiniaeedts Lobe a: SeattleaPizA Westport,’ W
ur: of “th Olympia: Brewerys for ington, restaurant was ‘90
rs. . The Legionnaires and | cent destroyed’: by fire late 'T
recrniting team were present | day night, the Coast Guard. rep
‘a. dinner |i’ Hotel Olympian’ nt {6d today: ‘Coast’ Guardsmen"
Shy e’clock Tuesday evening, | {For pressed -into ‘service; to: fight
‘remainder of the evening, the. blaze, Hess’ than 160 “yards
lying Squadron ‘was. Honored by {the reas Guard. Station. :

‘the American Legion Alfred: Wile,
“MILAN HAS: RIOTS :

it A Legion's | 31
anniversary. celebration. : 4 RometUP)-Street Flots
Needles. ‘to say)’ 4he menivers. ae Outsin. thé wRockhérn. Conn

ihe'Flying Squadron: were profuse strorehold of Milan fer the
asta ; te straight day, Wedinesdsy

J) V ye their thanks to the city olficials a

£4 V andthe ether Olympians ‘for the striking .Communisize! 57)

fe plein visit and: Stay ‘hete.. /> seized arid: Piney: fore igh 1

: fal epee : e

nes “ALLEN me ee ci The Russian View. tah ays horsésnoe erab is 1: |
ited Representative $ Yi Moscow -Président frtiman | put a ‘kind of spider. |
- iyvas depictediin -a photo mont: anol ee

in *The ‘Literary Gazetic. today asthe gs so gus,

la syar.drtimmer. The picture com: |
; position: . showed the’ President
eslges a “drum | atop a Wall
ES) pHES Skyscraper. oy

) 2° INSTITUTE PLANNED i]
'Bhialedtphia+ 2oP)- Phe Americ Fit
; Friends Service! Cominities! will
“8 Peponsor a? eweek-long “Inst sti te® OF;
International Relations - in Se attle
Payne, 38-200 It is one of 21 eiich
eeiihstitutes <to* De’ conducted ‘this s, rh + A
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By GEORGE F. McDOWELL

DOUBLE TRAGEDY | ~

USK was already settling like a blanket over
Olympia, Washington, the state’s capital city, at
4:30 o’clock on December 16, 1947, when Arlington
C. Jones, local bus driver, was roused from his easy

chair by the shrill ringing of his telephone.

On the other end of the line, when he lifted the re-
ceiver, was Mrs. Hazel Schars, well-known Olympia
woman and his close friend.

“Arlie, I wish you would go over to Ed and Geneva’s
cottage and see why he doesn’t answer his telephone.
I’ve been trying all day to get him,” Mrs. Schars said in
a worried voice. “I’m always scared to death that
something will happen to Ed while Geneva is away at
work. With his heart as bad as it is, one can never tell
what to expect.” 4

“Come to think of it, I haven’t seen either one of
them today,” Jones replied. “But maybe he went some-
where. Their car is still gone.”

“Of course, Geneva isn’t back from work yet, but if
Ed had intended going somewhere, I think he’d have
told someone,” persisted Mrs. Schars.

“Tl take a run over right away, then let you know
what I find out,” Jones promised.

Mrs. Schars worry concerned her sister and brother-
in-law, Mr. and Mrs. L. E. Jessup, who lived in a three-
room cottage at 216 E. 14th Ave., less than a hundred
feet back of the apartment house where Jones lived.

Mrs. Jessup left home at 7 o’clock five mornings a
week to work in a mushroom plant at Lacey, several
miles from Olympia. She returned between 4:30 and 5
o’clock as regularly as clock work.

Her husband, a retired farmer and service station
operator, had been unable to hold a job for several years
due to a chronic heart ailment, but he spent his days
around the house doing odd jobs which could be done
without over-exertion.

A few minutes after he had hung up the telephone
receiver, Jones was knocking at the Jessup door. There
was no response. He then tried the latch and found it
firmly locked.

Through a thin crack between the drawn window.
shade and the window facing, Jones could see that a
light was burning in the living room. This fact, alone,
convinced him that the situation warranted an investi-

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The bride was left waiting at the church when the police officers snapped o

MURDER WEAPONS—
Chief of Police Roy L. Kelly, left, and Prosecutor Van
Hinkle examine knife and stone used in crime.

gation. Mr. and Mrs. Jessup were frugal and he knew
that they would not go away for a day and leave the
lights burning.

i tebe sharing Mrs. Schars’s alarm, Jones went directly

to Charles E. Steele, his landlord and_the owner of .

the Jessup cottage, and asked for a pass key. He was
hardly prepared for the sight which. confronted him
when he turned the lock and stepped into the living
room of the little cottage. Mrs. Jessup, clad in her night

clothes, was lying with her head and shoulders on the .

davenport and with her legs on the floor.

It took no expert to tell that she was dead. She had
been brutally bludgeoned. The blood had streaked
across her face and gown and had dried in ugly splotches.

Jones didn’t wait for further investigation. He
slammed the door behind him, raced to Steele’s apart-
ment and notified him of his gruesome discovery.

Returning to the cottage together, the two men found
that Jones, in his haste, had locked the door and left
the keys inside. Several minutes later, when they had
gained entrance again by removing a pane of glass from
a window, they paid Mrs. Jessup’s body only a quick
glance, then rushed on to the bedroom in search of her
husband.

Their fears were immediately confirmed. They found
Ed Jessup’s body on the floor. Like his wife, he had
been bludgeoned unmercifully.

“We'd better notify the sheriff,” said Steele.

Jones was quick to agree. “We'd better not touch
anything here,” he said. ‘You go and telephone from
~yout apartment. I’ll stay here to make sure that no one
enters the cottage before the officers arrive.”

Se aaa FRANK TAMBLYN’S office was only two

blocks from the scene of the murder, and it took
but a few minutes for him to arrive. With him was
Thurston County Prosecutor, Van R. Hinkle. Close be-
hind them was Ralph R. Gilby, a Federal Bureau of In-
vestigation agent for three years before he joined the
prosecutor’s office; Chief of Police Roy L. Kelly and
Detective Sergeants | Harold Williamson and George
Erickson.

Although the only signs of a struggle were an over-
turned chair and: an upset Christmas tree, the officers
needed no further evidence that the elderly couple had
been murdered swiftly and without the least chance of
defending themselves.

But their greatest surprise was yet to come. In addi-
tion to the bludgeoning, which had left their heads a
bloody pulp, both Jessup and his wife had: been stabbed
several times in the chest.

“The killer was taking no chance of either one living
to tell what took place. That much is certain,” Sheriff
Tamblyn said.

- “Since both are in their night clothes, it looks as if
they were about to retire for the night when it hap-
pened,” observed Hinkle.

While the officers were busy making a cursory ex-
amination of the cottage, Jones telephoned Mrs. Schars
and told her the tragic news. Although deeply shocked,

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Olympia~ despite the holiday season. Rel-
atives and scores of friends attended the
double funeral for “the man who looked like
Truman” and his wife. The bodies were
buried side by side in the Masonic cemetéry.

Christmas wéek brought ‘little joy to the
Olympia authorities. They had one man in
jail on suspicion, but he offered an ‘alibi.
Perkins stood firm in his denials.

Hinkle, Sheriff Tamblyn and Chief Kelly
conferred that evening in the chief's office.
They went over every angle of the case:
the vicious killings, the stolen car aban-
doned in ‘the city to the south, Perkins’
alibi.

*“Idly, Hinkle toyed with the torn bit of
match cover found on the floor of the
murder house. ;
'“The letters ERN could be the ending
of the. word ‘tavern’,’ he mused. “And
ASKA of course is the ending of ‘Alaska’.
But Perkins hasn’t been in Alaska; he’s been
in the reformatory for three years.”

Sheriff Tamblyn slapped the table top.
“Say, there is someone who has been in
Alaska recently!” he boomed.

“Who?” asked Hinkle.

“That young fellow MacDermid who has
been pestering us to hold Perkins,” the
sheriff said. “Remember how he said he’s
been sailing north out of Seattle? That
would take him to Alaskan ports.”

’ “Right,” snapped Hinkle. “Let’s have a

-talk with him.”

MacDermid was annoyéd when he was
hustled into police headquarters. ‘‘What’s
the big idea?” he blustered. “Here I’ve been
trying to help you and this is the thanks
I get.”

“You said you sail north,” Hinkle re-
minded the youth. “Does that take you to
Alaska ports?”

“Sure,” replied MacDermid. ‘“We hit

Ketchikan, Juneau, and all the cannery stops.

So what?”

The prosecutor exhibited the bit of match
cover. “Note the letters ASKA,” he di-
rected. “This was found on the floor of the
Jessup home. What have you to say -to
that?” :

For a tense moment, MacDermid looked
around the circle of alert eyes. Then he
grinned. “You’ve got me wrong. On Monday
night I was’ in Seattle at the hiring hall,
signing on for a‘new voyage after Christmas.
Besides—I don’t smoke.”

‘A call to the union hall.in Seattle. proved
by competent witnesses that the youth had
been there until midnight Monday and on
into Tuesday morning. A second inquiry
revealed he had spent the rest of the night
_— 8 o’clock Tuesday morning in a, Seattle
notel.

.Wwarning to remain
further developments.

in Olympia pending

MacDermid -was. released with a.

grippin

‘Stalemate. Olympia, despite the holiday
gaicty, had an undertone of unrest. Was a
killer running at large in the beautiful

capital city? Would he strike again? Au-
thorities sensed the unspoken fear of the
public.

The situation was paradoxical: Perkins, in

jail, had not been to Alaska and so probably
would not have carried matches from a
northern port. MacDermid had just come
from Alaska, but offered an alibi for the
night of the murders. ;

“This js a heavy thing to have hanging
over us with Christmas just two days away,”

Tamblyn commented to Prosecutor Hinkle
just one week after the bodies had been -

found. The corridors of the courthouse were
filled with red-cheeked, sparkling-eyed - girl
clerks wearing sprays of holly, greeting
friends and rushing out to buy gifts. The
gloom in Hinkle’s office was deeper by
contrast.

“Tt won’t be a merry Christmas for any
of us working on the case,” Hinkle sighed.
“I wish we could clean it up today.”

He stepped to a large map on the wall and
studied it. “Here we are,- Olympia. And
directly south is Centralia with Chehalis
just a couple of miles beyond. The car was
left in Centralia. Did the killer keep on
going, or did he return here?”

The prosecutor looked at the map as if

expecting an answer — and _ surprisingly °

enough he received it. Hinkle whirled to the
sheriff. “I think I’ve got it,” he said, his
voice vibrating with excitement. “Let’s have
Perkins down here once more. I have a
question to ask him.”

HE EX-CONVICT was brought from

his+cell on the top floor of the Thurston
County courthouse. Hinkle opened up with-
out ceremony :

“Perkins, it’s been said you are from the
Centralia-Chehalis area. Just exactly where
do you live?”

The youth looked puzzled. “Why, at that
little place with the funny name on the
mountain road just out of Chehalis —
Onalaska.”

“That’s ‘it, Perkins!” barked Hinkle. “I
just noticed the town-on the.map. You are
from Onalaska and you dropped a piece of
a match book in the Jessup house that night
—one you'd picked up in an Onalaska tavern.
It has the letters ASKA on it!”

(The curiously named town of Onalaska
received the name for an even stranger
reason. Half a century ago a lumberman
named Carlyle became enamored of a poem
called ‘Pleasures of Hope” written by
Thomas Campbell. The poem contained the
line, “The wolf’s long howls from Onalaska’s
shores.” The lumberman prospered and es-
tablished mill towns in Arkansas, Texas

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.Perkins at first denied the charge. But
with this lead, the pieces began to go to-
gether. Detectives visited the Seattle es-
tablishments Perkins had offered: as an
alibi and found by closer check that it was
on Monday, not Tuesday, he had been there
and that he could have returned to Olympia
in plenty of time .to commit the murders.
A witness was located who saw him, get on

He named each of these

a bus in Centralia immediately after parking
. the stolen car, °

The day before Christmas, he made a
confession in a room crowded by six wit-
nesses including Tamblyn, Hinkle, Chief
Kelly, Dr. Larson and a stenographer.

“YT killed them in a fit of temper,’ the
youth said. His face flushed with rage even
then. “That will teach older folks not to
try to tell young people how to live.”

Perkins said he had visited with the
Jessups for an hour and a half before the
murder. He had asked to borrow the Jessup
car and they had refused. -Mr. Jessup went
to bed. When Perkins continued to plead
to use the car, Mrs. Jessup had offered him
well-meant advice instead, telling him not
to run around so much. He repaid her by
murder and theft of the car.

Prosecutor Hinkle believes that while

theft of the car was the primary motive,..

a deeper, darker psychological urge caused
Perkins to thack and stab. his victims re-
peatedly with hatred because he knew the
advice he spurned was good, and‘his nature
raged at this knowledge.

Arthur Perkins had a bad record. When
most boys of his.age were graduating from
high school, he entered reform school on a
burglary charge. He escaped from the in-
stitution and was recaptured and not released
until he had served a full three-year term.
He had been freed on parole on November
11, only a little over a month before the
slaying of the two Samaritans who had tried
to keep him on the road of decent citizenship.

“I can’t stand a life term; I hope I get
the nopse,” he said in concluding his con-
fession. : .

“He'll get it,” Hinkle told newspapermen

later.

Hinkle filed first degree murder charges
against Perkins and announced he will seek
the death penalty. In Washington, any hom-
icide committed during a felony, such as
theft of a car, is first degree murder.

At this writing, Arthur Perkins is in jail
in Olympia, awaiting trial for the.murder

of the kindly man and woman who befriended —

him.

Eprtor’s Note: The names Bruce Mac-
Dermid and George Berthold, as used in this
narrative, are fictitiqus.

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EXECUTION OF EVERETT.
MURDERER IS SICKENING

With Clear Brain He Talks to Helpless Wit-

_ | nesses and Asks to Be “Dropped

/ ' Again.”---He Says It
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QUINN PROTESTS HIS INNOCENCE

WALLA WALLA, May 13.—Richard | Investigation showéd that the cords
Quinn, convicted wife murderer of Ever- | in the back of Quinn's neck were abnor-

ett, went to a horrible death on the seaf-| ™@lly developed, preventing the rope

Naive da: 4i | from sinking into the flesh to strangle
ervy to ‘© the victim expeditiously, and he died a
last, the condemned man walked to the | Jingering death.

yallows as cheerfully as he would take! Quinn refused all religious consola-
a morning walk in the woods. The usual | tion,
formalities were proceeded with and att- |
er Quinn had made a statement declar ‘hanged here. Today is Friday, the thir-
ing his innocence and saying the shoot- i teenth day of the month. ,
ing of his wife was accidental, the trap}
Was sprung. Quinn, while intoxicated, shot and Kkill-
A horrible scene followed. The droj! oq his wife in the street. He had quarret-
apparently had no effect on Quinn, Ve | 6d With her and they had separated. Lat:
swayed trom side to side moaning, “For! gy accompanied bya relitive he walked
God's sake, take me up and drop ME to police headquarters and gave hingself
ayain, boys.” Boys, this is awful.” His up, Ue was found guilty and the death

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ry the | SNOHOMISH, May. 13.--The under.) Northern Pacifie Agt. Friberg had been é
“lat the! takers’*war over the remaina of Charley! Butterworth who proceeded to the ave. rie
‘Ms him-| Smith, the Northern Pacific fireman, ue C undertaking parlors, ‘Chia move on y
Sappears! took a new turn this morning when EA the part ef the deputy sheriff! and the PHOENIX, Ariz, May 13.—1t was two} CHICAGO, May 13.—A special from
dust terdiay in’, Purdy received instructions from Sn- Seattle undertakers, brings the Northern ew till in. their ticasin who held. up| Washington says:
Siimereme ett. and perintendent Waymonth, of the Northern | Express company into the squabble as hdl ee it ah a “« : j 4
‘ “i stan"? Pacific, to express the bly to Adhtabu-!faetor, Purdy having delivered the. re-; the Phoenix and Maricopa passenger A reduction in. the size of the paper ¥2

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fa, Ohio, a8 per request of Mrs, Snuth.
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express company by tne filing of ship-
ping papers, corone's certificate, ete,
with Agent Griffith alout noon today.
In the meantime Butterworth's utrorney

y have’ town.

‘Neath | Undertaken BE. . Purdy delivered the

"cum. | body of Smith te the Northern Express

‘aver company at the Northern Pacifie depot

‘ward about 12 o'clock and in a few minutes
‘thereafter Deputy Sueriff Thornton, in
“company with Butterworth and his at-

"eg the! and Ds puty Sheriff Thornton arrived in’

mains to the company was no longer in| train w mile out of here
poskeeston, and it is now up to the Nor-
‘ther Bxeresg et any to secure the a4 ch

body fron: Rcitege en Tt te under, | ®t capiured last night. The-boys gav¢
sainod that Deputy Sheriff Thornton , their Hi eS us Ernest Woodson, — 8
holds his papers entitled him to take pos- | Years old, and Oscar Woodson, 17 ys
eeasion of the body wherever found and | Old, eal aly they were raised in ( fa:
in, Whonidvever's possesion he found it, , ous City, Okla, aud have been in Ari-
Acting under this jaterpretation he wiz. | Zona but-a-short time, ;
ed it, without serving papers on the OX | The capture of the boys was ccom-
press company, as at the time of the plished without any ‘shooting, p obably
seidlite it was tsing ina shipping ease jn) due to the fact that part of Lhe > ursuing
jposs@ used oan automobile. ‘he boys
were preparing to make camp ive railes
south of Case Grande when the automo-

ning and ofter a chase across the desert

the Northern Pacitie hagyaye room,

hody was taken from the depot after

lorney appeared and siezed the body, un- f
‘der the papers beld by T)-rnton. ie 1

Nortbern acifie Agent Friberg had bes 4

hile came along. The younger boy,
thiuking the cur en: ined tourists xtep-
ped ot and belt the machine asked

Werdtuxday eve-!

money of he United States will be made
if Secretary of the Treasury MacVeagh
accepts reconunendations that will he
made to him within a few weeks by 4
committee of treasury officials appointed
to investigate thie und other proposaJ
reforms. :

The object of the proposed change ia
to supply the country with a size of
currency more convenient for handling
and to save the yovernment £500,000 a

The new sized bank note to be recom-
mended is about one-fourth ag large aa
the notes now in circulation. T!
ent notes are «2 a siza that *
the standard for generations

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brain was so clear he was able to un- | sentence iuposal and although a hard 2 :
buckle the straps which bound his arms. | fight was made for him the ‘verdict was ; :
Finally after a terrible seene jasting affirmed, A petition, asking that sen- ks a
: many minutes during which spectators | tence be commuted tu life imprisonment s :
) and officials’ stood horror stricken and! was circulated by the sister of the con- ‘ : MISS MARY HARRIMAN, : ‘ ay
) unible to aid in hastening death, un- ! demned man and was largely signed.}| TURNER, N.Y. May 13.—Mrs. EK. H.| friends of the fap ly here believe that -*
: consciousness came, The body ceased to! Governor Hay granted a month's stay Harriman, and her daughter, Misa Carol; the wedding will ake place before Mra,
| pat sway , en, after 22 1-2 eS of scuti he titi rt 2 i or ae | ri “av i
the sway and then, after 22 1-2 minutes of execution, but w hen the petition was liarriman, will sail for Honolulu early in | Harriman leaves cor Hawaii. It becama
of the sickening scene, life was pro-! finally presented to him he refused to Iuly, N ee f known today that orders have been issu-
“ nounced extinct and the body cut down. interfere with the death decree, . wy. No date has: been announced ‘for | od to have the farriman estate and the
| ‘ ; the marriage of Miss Mary Harriman and Episcopal chur a near by, fenovated and
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ALTER SEELERT.
Aliases, Pinky Mason,
L. W. Johnson. Murder.
Rewards: Master Dersc-
tive, $100; authorities, $100.
Age, 40; height, 5 feet, 5%
inches; weight, 192 pounds;
hair, reddish brown; eyes,

light blue. Scar across
chin, Ex-pugilist. Danger-
ous. If located, wire Chief
William Cole, Washington
State Patrol, Olympia,
Wash.

1 Rt 18 Rt
F. P. Cc, ———-——

1 R fi

DWARD EDELSON.
Alias, Edward Delson.
Conspiracy to Violate Inter-
nal Revenue Laws. Rewards:
Master Dersctive, $100;
authorities, $100. Age, 40;
height, 5 feet, 2 inches;
weight, 238. pounds; eyes,
blue-brown. Silver plate in
left arm, causing it to be stiff.
If located, wire Deputy
Commissioner, Alcohol Tax
Unit, B. I. R., Washington,

D.C.
144M1U 011 13
F. P.C,
MI1A_ MII

was “yan's crime partner.)

RAYMOND OSCAR
SHELTON. Robbery,
Rape and Escape. Reward:
Master Detective, $100.
Age, 31; height, 6 feet, 1
inch; weight, 155 pounds;
hair, medium light brown;
eyes, blue. Tattoos: nude
woman in moon upper left
arm; bust of woman with
flower lower righf arm. If
located, wire Sheriff A. R.
McKee, Hillsboro, Mo.

AMES C. MALDEN.
Alias, Maulden. Armed
Robbery. Reward: Master
Detective, $100. Age, 29;
height, 5 feet, 5 inches;
weight, 126 pounds; eyes,
gray-green; hair, brown,
Wanted on several counts
of armed robbery. Jf lo-
cated, wire Chief of Police,
Miami, Fla,
9 aAt 17

F, P. Cc, ————-——
1 aUt 10

Master Detective Li AN U iP

WATCH FOR THESE FUGITIVES!

OSEPH SCOFIC.
Armed Robbery and Es-
cape. Rewards: Master
Detective, $100; authorities,
$100. Age, 26; height, 5
feet, 7% inches; weight, 149
pounds; hair, dark chestnut;
eyes, brown. Oblong scar
ring finger left hand; bullet
wound left side abdomen
and right buttock. If located,
wire Warden, State Prison
of Southern Michigan, Jack-
son, Mich.
23 L 27 W IM 16
F.P.C.

L 12 W Ol

August, 1937

D FOSTER. Murder.

Reward: Master Dertec-
TIVE, $100. Age, 28; height,
5 feet, 11 inches; weight, 152
pounds; eyes, maroon; hair,
dark and kinky; complex-
ion, dark. Jf located, wire
Bureau ¥ Identification, De-

tective Division, Knozville,
Tenn.
17 W 7
F. P. Cc. ————_
1 Ut 3

‘ALTER LEE SMITH.

Alias, Schmidt. High-
way Robbery. Rewards:
Master Detective, $100;
authorities, $100. Age, 43;
height, 5 feet, 8 ‘inches;
weight, 166 pounds; ruddy
complexion; brown hair;
light. brown eyes. Scar on
forehead and upper lip. Oc-
cupation, electrician. Crime
committed 4-17-37, If lo-
cated, wire Sherif T. R.
Hughes, Shreveport, La.

29 I 14
F, P, C, ——_——
20 M 19

ypsaac von |
Robbery and Escape.
Rewards: Master Detec-
TIVE, $100; authorities, $25.
Age, 32; height, 5 feet, 8%
inches; weight, 166 pounds;
dark maroon-yellow eyes;
kinky hair; dark complex-
ion, Escaped 8-17-36. Jf
located, wire Ohio State
Bureau of Criminal Identi-
fication, London, Ohio.
— (16) M 1 U III 10

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Tt A Ny { Pont - P re | “y 7 4 ‘ s - past a 4 “idee
RYAN, Claud, wh, hanged WASP (Lewis) February 28, 1938.

Mrs. Mabel C. Jackson, the courageous deputy sheriff . Deputy

who avenged her husbatd’s murder, is shown at left. the fog

Bloodhounds, one of whom is pictured above scenting _ strange

clothing abandoned by the fugitives, led posses through - traces.
investig

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Washington’s desolate hills. |

women’s section at the Lewis county jail in Chehalis, ig
. Wash.,- I took off the receiver of the,.extension ’phone.. f. Wainen ha
- On the same wire, talking from the men’s division of the jail, i Ron ah
I heard phe of my deputy sheriff husband, Riv Jackson, ©. ip 8 yi * it
answering the. call. Sra ties

: That was the system we had arranged. When reports came a Fa
in I tooknotes on the extension telephone in my own depart- eeath 4
ment while:my husband received the call in the men’s section’ it en
of the jail. We saved time that way. I always knew without Se anal c

I’ WAS a dawn alarm. In the matron’s quarters of the

\'s
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‘being told where Mr, Jackson, the sheriff and the staff were, But Mrs
when they responded to alarms. + yt fg h ae
. And so’I listened at dawn on Thursday, April 7, 1937. I 4. 4, > ae
saw the thin fog creep across the window pane as the first gray: of. y Y se the .
light trembled in the sky. I heard my husband’s voice over the at “ On “ 1
-extension wire. ee een ‘ Th le
_ It was the last’ time on earth I was to hear that quietly firm’ |) Pus. the tele
voice I had known so well and loved so much for more than.a™ i that she vi
score of years. ae {err "shin, .
Far Riv Jackson was answering his last alarm. He was : figure it the:
going out into the thin fog and the chill dawn to die. I heard wavyithere.

‘ the details of his going and made notes on the phone pad. Idid & . be likely to
By Mrs. Mabel C. J ackson hot know as I watched the clammy dawn creep closer, that the.- fy. // Mr. Jack:
fog was to be his winding sheet, the hard concrete road his bier. ** [> “Sure. be

Deputy Sheriff, Chehalis . \Tt was Sheriff Roy Tresize calling from.South Bend, near I made a

« Lewis County, Washington . Shoalwater Bay, 50 miles to the westward, Mrs. Emma Jim Comptc

Cartier, a 65-year-old resident of that town, had been robbed...»

; the highwa:

DARING DETECTIVE,
December, 1937

Pus

e courageous deputy sheriff .
's murder, is shown at left.
1 is pictured above scenting
fugitives, led posses through -
desolate hills.

the matron’s quarters of the

‘wis county jail in Chehalis, °

iver of the,.extension ’phone.
n the men’s division of the jail,

sheriff husband, Riv Jackson, *

irranged. When reports came

1 telephone in my own depart- |

d the call in the men’s section
way. I always knew without

the sheriff and the staff were -

a Thursday, April 7, 1937. I

: window pane as the first gray -

rd my husband’s voice over the

I was to hear that quietly firm:

loved so much for more than a

ring his last alarm. He was
the chill dawn to die. I heard

2 notes on the phone pad. I did.
my dawn creep closer, that the.
the hard concrete road his bier. © }

calling from .South Bend, hear
the westward. Mrs, Emma

of that town, had been robbed:.’:

|] > Deputy Sheriff Riv Jackson, right, tode through .
os «the foggy April

dawn:to meet death froma
“> strange weapon that gave no warhing/and left fio °

“traces, In the stolen official car ‘shown above;.
investigating police found important clues to the |” °
identity of his mysterious slayers. . |

Two men had entered her large house in the’night, bound and

* gagged her. RR Lata meek Gea Ts
‘Alone in the house, Mrs. Cartier had acted with extraordinary

courage. She had offered the two. thugs $100 but. they, had
searched her house for more, declaring they knew. she was
wealthy and had valuables about. . Finding, nearly $1000 in
securities and some more cash, including a metal bank filled
with sntall coins, they pocketed their loot and departed.

But Mrs. Cartier had studied the pair well as they worked.’ ’
And when they left.she managed to cut the, thongs'that held her .
) « by sawing them against an open pair of scissors, and was able
‘» to give the sheriff an excellent description of the men.’ ’

“One is heavy-set with a broken nose and broken lips—a

| pug,” I heard the sheriff giving Mr. Jackson the hurried details

ry
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over the telephone. ‘Mrs. Cartier wasn’t hurt. A. fine woman

» that, she. gave us practically a photograph. The other, guy is
tall, thin, a blond. Mrs, Cartier heard-a car start. The way we °
figure it they’ll head for Chehalis, connect with the Pacific high- -

way there. We've blocked the only other two roads they. would
be likely to use. , Will you watch yours ?” a

Mr. Jackson gave his usual laconic reply to such questions,’

“Sure; be right on the job.”
I made a note of the call and.when my husband telephoned

‘Jim Compton, his fellow deputy;.I noted that they would patrol ,

“the highway where it swings south just: out of, Chehalis, ata
ge Baa f a) Winter page. . jj

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_ place known as Meskill Hill. It was the logical place to inter-

cept two robbers-in a hurry to get from the Shoalwater com-
munity to the main Pacific highway.

The call was in, the notes were made. The deputies had gone
into the graying day on another of those excursions which may
end in nothing—or anything. I telephoned Sheriff J. A.
Blankenship at Centralia and reported the two deputies out and
the hature of their business. It was 5:10 a.m. when I hung up
the.teceiver. The call from South Bend had come in at exactly
5 o’tlock, »

[1 WAS too early to be up and about my duties as matron in
the women’s division of the Lewis county jail, but I knew
there would be other telephone calls, probably additional details
from South Bend, so I remained near the telephone. I remem-
ber hoping that the two thugs who had robbed the kindly little
gentlewoman would’ speedily be caught.
. I had another minor personal reason for-hoping the chase
‘wotild. soon be ovér, The day was to have been a holiday for

‘Mr. Jackson anid me. We had planned a trip to Tacoma, where

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that kindly old lady, he extended his con-
fession to include that crime.

‘But where was his pal? The Tacoma
police, who knew Claud Ryan’s ratty
past, gave us the opinion that the blond
gunman had killed his punch-drunk pal
in the hills. Hounded and harried, Ryan
had believed capture to be inevitable and
had come.to town to give himself up and
pin the crime of murder on Seelert.

Whether the police were right_or not,
Ryan was hurried into court at Chehalis
before the bloody crime in which he ad-
mitted taking part was a month old. And
he was sentenced to die by hanging in
Walla Walla prison, before the fall*fogs
care again to the Washington country-
side. ‘

Prosecutor James E. Saresault, who
had demanded and obtained the death
penalty for Ryan, swore to a warrant
charging Seelert with first degree murder.
We sent the pugilist’s picture, his meas-
urements and his fingerprints to every
important city in America.

Early in May I followed a tip to San
Francisco where the police believed
Seelert had been seen. But the man they
had suspected was not the broken-faced
pugilist whom Ryan persistently told us
was “walking on his heels and a bad guy
to meet.”

It was the Denver police who met him
finally. A detective recognized him on
the street from the picture on one of our
folders. The officer trailed him and saw
him enter a rooming house:

That night six officers burst into the
room where the punch-drunk killer sat
on the edge of his bed with a pal, Ira
Tate, a known petty law violator. Seelert
had a gun in his hand and was squinting
his one good eye along the barrel when

Passion Victims and

years to break the ring. It led a score of in-
vestigators along a trail from San Diego
to Seattle, shadowing, listening, picking
up a loose thread here and. there, strug-
gling with a bewildering ‘mass of clues,
documents and books. It ended the
career of a sinister criminal brain who
juggled human hearts and misery and
surrounded himself with a corrupted
legion.

In 1931, when the chrysalis of the mon-
ster was just beginning to take shape,
the first chapters of the horrible story
were written. ;

Dr. Charles B. Pinkham, astute and
earnest secretary of the California State
Board of Medical Examiners, received a
report that James Kellevan was ‘conduct-
ing a strange business in an office in San
Francisco. Records showed that he was
not a licensed physician but it was ap-
parent that he was operating some sort
of medical office, possibly for illegal
operations. Beno G

It was not the first such report Dr.
Pinkham had received in his long crusade
against surgical quacks but, like all. its
predecessors, it was vague, nebulous and
lacking solid facts on which to base ag-
gressive action. There were no patients
available to let the law behind the scenes.
no complaining witnesses and no actual
evidence.

Sometinies it seemed to Dr. Pinkham
that he and his associates would always

be facing this blank wall of silence. The

the Denver officers threw open the door.

But: Seelert’s’ gun was never fired.
Before he could pull the trigger, police
sent three bullets thudding into the heavy
body of the Tacoma pugilist.. Three more
riddled that of his newfound friend. Both

_men were dead before the police surgeon
reached them.

Thus died the silencer-armed madman
with the kill-crazy mind who murdered
Riv Jackson. Claud Ryan awaits the
hangman’s noose and no plea he can
make will save him.

The crazed inventor, Swenson, whose
brain conceived that deadly, silent

weapon, has been taken from our jail to
the state infirmary for the insane. He
heard of the damage his brainchild
wrought as he sat, a brooding material
witness in the Chehalis jail.

His mind could stand the strain no
longer. As firecrackers banged in the
streets and rockets sizzled overhead
while Chehalis celebrated July 4, Swen-
son became a raving bedlamite. They led
him off to the asylum, shouting of the
things he had invented and of the gun
that would send forth a killing slug with-
out.a sound, :

M* WORK is done. Riv Jatkson’s
L killers are accounted for. One is
dead, one faces the gallows. And the man
who made their ugly weapon rages behind
the bars of a madhouse.

And I? The road ahead is long and it
is going to be lonely. But I hold no
maudlin bitterness towards those who
made it sa As for what I did, I merely
tried to do my duty—and do it in a wav
he would have approved, when fate de-
creed that I avenge my husband’s murder.

the Doctors of Death

[Continued from page 29]

abortionist was, protected by the very
nature of his trade. Not one “patient” in
a hundred would talk and there was little
the law. could do until some unfortunate
girl lost her life on the butcher’s table.
Even then, unless the victim had been at-
tended by a reputable physician before
going to the abortion den, it was a heart-
breaking, almost impossible job to
convict.

In this particular instance, Dr. Pink-
ham sent a staff investigator to Kellevan
with a warning. Kellevan took the hint
and disappeared from San Francisco only
to bob up in San Jose, a town in the heart
of the orchard valleys 50 miles south of
San Francisco. He set up his illicit trade
there and was warned a second time by
the state authorities. ’

Kellevan agreed to mend his ways and
ostensibly turned his talents to other
fields. But Dr. Pinkham was to hear of
him again. 4

It was in November, 1932, little more
than a year later, that Vivian Darwin
wrote her poignant, pitiful little note to
her anxious father. She died on the 28th
day of the month and almost immediately
her father demanded a searching investi-
gation from the police and the office of
District Attorney: Fred Thomas of Santa
Clara county.

The resultant probe developed two
startling bits of information. She had
undoubtedly had an abortion and the
death certificate was signed by Dr. Joy

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- cheek in that loving way of his, that I
‘would never hear his soft voice assuring
me that this mission or that would not be
dangerous, I felt only a dull, aching hurt..

I did not swear to avenge his death
in any melodramatic, motion picture way.
I did not clench my fists and demand re- |
venge,. as some of the newspapers said.
I think I prayed a little bit and
wondered why the tears did not come.’
I thought of his killers and hoped they
would be caught before they could empty.
another woman’s life as their murderous
act was draining mine.
I tried to hide whatever emotions I)
felt, for ag a deputy sheriff myself and’.
| -. matron of the jail, I had duties to do: And.
| & ‘ foremost. was the task of aiding: those.

who would seek to.trace my husband’s |

killers. and bring them to justice. -

The bullet from my husband’s body’

| would be one of the most important links.
| between the law and. the murderers, of
|

course. But when it was extracted the <

_ full viciousness of those two thugs came~
i to light. ; ;
The bullet was split into a dozen frag-
ments!

IFLING marks were ‘denied the
ballistics experts who stood ready to
H examine it. Dr. L. H. Pettit, who gave us
ia this startling information, hastily com,
i pared notes with the surgeon who had *
H probed for'lead in the bullet wound in Jim
| Compton’s head. That bullet, although it
| had barely grazed the bone and furrowed’
p an ugly flesh wound, had also split into
i fragments. an
i A man who had fought beside my. hus-
band in the Philippines- gave. us the
a startling fruth. . ;
4 “A dumdum,” he said. “Those bullets
| Ee were dumdummed. Purposely split .at.,
i ; the nose to make a more dangerous
f
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wound and,.in this case, to shatter the -

slug and destroy the rifling marks.”
From the fragments the ballistics men

estimated the gun to be of .22 caliber. .;
While this link ‘of scientific’ evidence .

was being sought, Sheriff Blankenship

and the numerous aides who joined him)-”

| = from nearby cities were examining ‘the

¢ abandoned sedan and starting a manhunt,
‘ for the wounded thug and his tall, slender
| ao pal. In the abandoned sedan they found’
| $800; in negotiable’ securities and some

coupons, $120 in cash and $20! in. small»
change. It was all quickly identified as »

part of the loot from Mrs..Cartier’s home’
}. in South Bend. :
i . While the old sedan was being .ex
amined I telephoned to the Centralia
th. police department and to the state police.
“Manbunt” was the cry thatywent.ou
over the telephone wires and through the:

ex
iW air by radio. The message brought armed:))

nten speeding to that bloody spot on the
pavement near Meskill Hill, where~Riv

tives. The constable
reported that the stolen police car, travel-
ing at 80 miles an hour, had roared over
the highway a few. minutes before’ ‘he®

rn oes

| a abroad and a manhunt was on. He. tele-:
: phoned again five minutes later. -¢.
“They're in the ditch,” he .alm
screamed over the telphone. » “They

aS hi

Jackson had died with a dumdum bullet ”

received the alarm that murderers were °

‘a pole just east of town. Didn't make °
the turn. -There’s blood: in’ the car, but
the two guys escaped. “They've gone’ to
the brush afoot.” tf Deo:
So the men who had turned a happy
married life into.empty. widowhood for
‘me, were in the brush near Adna. -1
- thought of the logged-off desolation of
that brush-choked land! of small hills and

‘barren, hungry valleys. I knew that St: 5

_.was an ideal place fortwo men to hide—
and escape. °°» LA! ARPA in:
Even when’ one_of the state policemen
telephoned’ that two bloodhou hds * were.
being hurried*from Seattle to take the

~ trail of the fugitives, I realized that the

chance.of catching thent-was small, Run-

‘ning creeks defeat even the keen noses. —

of these ponderous dogs, and fugitives in
the brush have brains enough'to wade.
“No. clues’ were the answer. | Sheriff

- chase in the wasted brush country near -

Adna‘was hours. old and the keen-nosed
‘hounds were*already at a loss.

’“In the old sedan they‘abandoned we'

found the gun they used,” he told me.
He did not*mince words. nor soften
*\them with honeyed lies. He knew that
he was talking to the widow/ of a peace
officer who. had squared her chin after

» the first. brutal shock and/was ready to.

do her duty'as her husband would have
*tsdoneni s SONA are

<"“Tt was’ evidently made out of a rifle

with a homemade silencer on it,” he went
on. “A 22. About ‘the, bullets: being
dumdummed, all I know is‘what. the doc-

tors say. There were fragments of bullet .

in Jim Compton’s: scalp.'The slug split

up although it only’ made a flesh wound ©

-and nicked the bone..The bullet from
Riv’s body was in. more than a dozen
‘pieces. It struck his heart.”

- “You thinkthe gun.can be traced?” I
i. asked tentatively.

litle -

““T think I shall have the identity of the -

urder”’ >

“both of them,”

two men in 24 hours,” the sheriff replied.
“The sedan gave us some good clues. I

‘don’t believe it was stolen. Two thugs
stealing a bandit car wouldn’t take a thing ©

like that. ; é
“There was an old letter under the
front seat addressed to the same man to
whom the car was licensed. The address
is in Tacoma.” =
‘The name, of the car licensee was

. Walter Seelert.. The letter addressed to ,

him was signed Claud Ryan.

I telephoned Tacoma police headquar-
ters and gave the desk sergeant’the two
names, The sergeant-quickly shifted the-
call to a captain of detectives. 2

“x {7 ALTER SEELERT!” The'detec-. »

‘ tive almost. shouted into the tele-
‘phone. © “Why, we know him! An_ex-
pug, but he hasn’t fought for years. He’s
a ‘loser’ in Walla Walla and in San Quen-
tin—stickup.”

On the same pad which had received the _
notes on my husband’s last alarm, I took”
‘down ‘the facts: as the brusque Tacoma

officer gave them. An_ ex-pugilist, I
thought as I wrote, would fit the descrip-
tion Mrs. Cartier. had: given of one of
her assailants. . :

“And Claud Ryan,” the detective cap-

tain said, “is a’ pal of this Seelert.-- Took

a rap for manslaughter. Killed 'a cinder- ~

dick. Served 30 months of a five-year
stretch and was paroled. Sure, we know

The Tacoma police, who had received

‘our early morning-_requests for streets to ©

be watched and state officers to be rushed
to Chehalis, promised prompt. action in
running down Seelert and Ryan if they
were still in that city.

When their report came back Thurs-
day afternoon, Sheriff Blankenship
showed no surprise. The Tacoma police
had found neither Seelert noreRyan at

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i Due ‘to: an error/in ting,

in p ‘the names

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‘shown pointing, are, left to right: Detective Sergeant James Ho
Otto .D t ti Gordon Shibley and Coroner A. J..

‘of the policemen, in this picture were :

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ie sheriff replied.
ne good clues. [

olen. Two thugs
ildn’t take a thing

letter under the
the same man to
sed. The address

‘ar licensee was

tter addressed to

Ryan.

police headquar-
sergeant the two
‘uickly shifted the

ectives.

=RT!” The detec-
ited into the tele-
ow him! An ex-
ht for years. He’s
cand in San Quen-

ch had received the

last alarm, I took
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An ex-pugilist, I
vuld fit the descrip-
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the detective cap-
this Seelert.- Took
‘r. Killed a cinder- ©
iths of a five-year
ed. Sure, we know

_ who had received
juests for streets to
yfficers to be rushed
d prompt action in
t and Ryan if they

came back Thurs-
Sheriff Blankenship
The Tacoma police
veelert nor-Ryan at

1 this picture were
ind Joseph Csonka,
3; Hogan, Detective
- A. J. Pearse.

home. The Seelert car had not been re-
ported stolen so the city detectives sug-
gested we could accept the theory that
at least one of our wanted men was the
owner of that old sedan.

JE GOT in touch with Mrs. Cartier
again that evening when darkness
brought sanctuary to the hunted felons
in the brush and the posses were forced
to leave the trail until daylight allowed
them to travel again. The kindly little
South Bend woman repeated the descrip-
tions of the men who had robbed her.

The picture she painted of the heavy-
bodied, slow-moving man with the bat-
tered face was a full description of Walter
Seelert, the “Pinky Mason” of pugilistic
days, whose rogue’s gallery picture was
already in Sheriff Blankenship’s hands.
And her description of the pug’s com-
panion would fit another picture the
sheriff had—that of Claud Ryan, a “one-
time loser’ for manslaughter, as the
Tacoma officer put it.

We believed we knew the murderers of
Riv Jackson. Early on Friday morning,
when the second day of the manhunt in
the brush began, our belief became a cer-
tainty.

Inspector Ed Willson of the state
patrol, not only had concentrated his men
in the brush country, organized the
posses and posted patrols on the high-
ways for miles around, but he had stood
at the shoulder of a fingerprint expert
from his department while the abandoned
sedan and the sheriff's department car
were thoroughly examined. -

The prints that came off both ‘cars
were like signatures on the death war-
rants of Riv Jackson’s murderers. The
robbers of Mrs. Cartier—the vicious gun-
men who had dumdummed bullets to de-
feat ballistics science and had. used a si-
lencer to lessen the chances of capture—
had left behind not only a car licensed in
the name of one of them and a personal
letter from the other, but a hundred
fingerprints smeared over the doors and
steering wheel of their automobile and the
handles of their guns.

It was a strange mixture of criminal
shrtwdness and outright stupidity. I
thought, as I studied these clues, that in
the characters of the two men might be
found the same strange mixture. Seelert
would be the heavy-witted, punch-drunk
pugilist; Ryan the slender, quick-think-
ing “brains” of the pair.

We knew our men. The posses thought
that they still were hiding like hunted
animals in the miserable brush-choked
country near Adna. Tacoma police were
watching the addresses of both of them.
In Aberdeen, Wash., another police force
was keeping a close watch on the relatives
of Ryan, a former resident of that place.

The posses and the state trovpers
hunted and hounded all day Friday.
That night another and more startling
lead came to us from Tacoma. The detec-
tives watching Seelert’s home had inter-
cepted a letter. It was a'strange missive,
sent by a man who signed himself Michael
Swenson and who lived in Portland. Ore.

In the rambling note the writer seemed
concerned about a “device” he had in-
vented. In«the last two paragraphs of the
letter the Portland man wrote: “Be care-
ful and see that no fingerprints get on
the thing. See that the bolt is always
wiped clean. Don’t let the boys get into
any trouble with it.” |

“In my opinion this chap is writing
about that. silencer on the gun,” State

Patrol Chief William Cole said over the
phone from Tacoma, “We're asking Port-
land to look him up and take him into
custody if it really is the silencer he
means.”

When he received Chief Cole’s tele-
gram in Portland, Captain of Detectives
Jack Keegan moved with characteristic
swiftness. He found the trail of the letter
writer and followed it to the waterfront.
He arrested Michael Swenson on board
a freighter which was to sail at midnight
for New York. é

“A nut inventor,” Jack Keegan told us
over the telephone as he reported success
in his swiftly completed task. “He says
he made the gun and the silencer. He'll
come up to Chehalis without extradition
and says he’ll testify he gave the gun to a
chap named Seelert.”

The case against the murderers of Riv
Jackson was getting tighter and tighter.
But the men themselves were still at
large. Saturday morning dawned and the
manhunters reported no success, although
they had followed hot leads from ranchers
and remote hill folk who had seen the
fugitives in the brush.

While a state policeman was speeding
to Portland to bring the inventor of the
silenced gun to Chehalis, we received a
fresh alarm from the town of Pe Ell.
Ben Balchunas, a rancher near that place,
said that two armed men had appeared at
his cabin and had sent out a dare to Sheriff
Blankenship and Chief Cole to come and
get them.

“y T WAS early this morning,” said Bal-
chunas. “They are armed like they
could fight. a war.”

While state police and possemen. were
gathering in the vicinity of his ranch,
Balchunas was questioned closely by the
sheriff. An hour later the posses were
called away from Pe Ell. Balchunas was
taken before a justice of the peace and
fined $100 and costs for obstructing
justice with erroneous statements. The
Pe Ell rancher had sought a thrill—and
found it in the county jail.

Authentic reports kept the posses busy
during the hectic weekend. Traces of the
men were definitely found in one place
after another, but always the trails were
cold. As Monday morning dawned Chief
Cole and Sheriff Blankenship were con-
vinced that the pair had left the rugged
brush country and had slipped through

the guards watching villages and high-.

ways.

Their opinion was dramatically borne
out that evening when the Tacoma police
received a call from the suburban village
of Orting. A bartender reported that
Claude Ryan was sitting in a tavern,
drinking beer. x

It was as simple as that. The dis-

_heveled, wunshaven, footsore fugitive

had left the brush country and had headed
for his old city haunts. He was captured
by two. policemen. He offered no fight.
he carried no gun. He blubbered about
the four days be had spent in the wilds;
he raved about hunger and thirst and
miles of rough country traversed at night.
He begged the policemen who caught him
to let him run and then shoot him down.
He relaxed when they fed him and
locked him in a cell. And he confessed,
calmly and deliberately, to participation
in the gunfight at the foot of Meskill Hill.
He swore that Seelert was the actual
murderer. He denied that he had helped
rob Mrs. Cartier.
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‘alter Seelert: A volley
bullets ended his life;
8 finger-prints, at right

By Sheriff J. A. Blankenship

Lewis County, Washington, as Told to
James Monroe

*HE red tail-light of the speeding
car winked out of sight around a
curve on a downhill grade of the
ean Beach Highway. f
Seated tensely in the swiftly gaining
wis County, Washington, police car
hind were my two ace deputies, Riv
ckson and Jim Compton, both vet-
ins of many a dangerous chase and
oture.
‘or several miles the deputies had
iled the fleeing automobile along
: broad band of the Ocean Road
ich winds like some huge serpent
ough the strangely quiet jack-pines
1 second-growth timber a dozen
les westward from Chehalis toward
ith Bend.
Che police car drove forward
ough low-hanging early morning
which, churned violently by the
hing air of the racing car ahead,
irled and eddied in strange con-
st to the quietness of the mist which
ouded the green timber on each
2 of the highway. It was nearly
) a.m., April 7, 1937. .
We're gaining, Jim,” remarked Riv
kson to his companion behind the
ice-car wheel as_ both -deputies
ned to the right on a curve.
Sure, gaining fast,” Compton re-
xd, his eyes glued to the swiftly
ving ribbon of road before them,
| to the winking red tail-light. “I
1k we’d better hold off a bit till
pass the bottom of Meskill Hill and
e them on the upgrade.” His foot
2d off on the throttle of the car.
Just right.” Riv Jackson nodded
4 a grim smile.
foments before the car ahead had
‘ed ’round a curve and past the
nty car at high speed. The depu-
had caught only a fleeting glimpse
‘wo men in the car as it sped by
ard the east in the. half light of
April dawn. ,
‘isely the deputies had not attempt-

ed to stop it there, but had quickly
turned and followed. Now they waited
for a safer place in which to halt the
suspected bandit machine. Neither
foresaw the strange, silent death that
soon was to strike with such dramatic
suddenness,

Riv Jackson mentally reviewed the
message that had come in staccato syl-
lables over the phone at the Lewis
County jail less than an hour before.
Jackson’s mind completed the picture
outlined in the brief report.

At 2:30 that morning Mrs. Emma
Cartier, 65, had been awakened from
a calm, peaceful sleep by some un-
familiar sound on the floor below her
second-story bedroom.

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mo. With one C B Wilson shot and killed while resisting 4.;

Johnson alias Seelert wanted for the murder of. Dep chs R.suckson, “
Chehalis (Lewis County} Washineton 4/7/37. Saran cty ee

nermarora* Cann

The wealthy, eccentric and kindly
old lady, who lived all alone in her
thirteen-room white house at South
Bend, lay silently in bed, her startled
eyes straining into the darkness.

“I wonder what that could have
been?” she whispered to herself.
“Well, only one way to find out.”

O SAYING, Mrs. Cartier bravely
threw back the warm covers from
her bed, slipped her feet into a pair of
fur slippers and pulled a woolen bath-
robe about her shivering form. She
stepped silently to the bedroom door.

The shaded beam of a flashlight
shifted here and there in the darkness
below. Finally she saw it come to rest
on the stairs below, which led up to
her bedroom.

Shocked into silence, Mrs. Cartier
stood alone at the bedroom doorway.
Could they be kidnapers? Murderers?

The doughty blood of pioneer ances-
ters surged through her veins. “Do

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something!” a small voice urged her
frightened brain. Her heart pounded
with sledge-hammer blows. The wid-
ow of a wealthy timber baron, she was
a woman of fearless action.

She took a step backward, held the
bedroom door widely open. Then with
all the strength of her aged arms, Mrs.
Cartier slammed the door shut. The
resultant crash echoed and re-echoed
through the old mansion. Startled ex-
clamations. and oaths came to her ears
from the darkness below.

When she cautiously reopened the
door and peered around the corner into
the blackness below, not a sign of the
light was to be seen. She thought, how-
ever, she detected the sound of moving
bodies. Apparently the intruders had
not been frightened away by the
crash. She‘had no- weapon in the
house. She stood still, clinging to the
door-jamb, and listened tensely for
some noise that would betray her.
nocturnal visitors.

Deputy Sheriff Riv Jackson, left, who faced the
silent death when he stepped from the car below

84 FRONT PAGE DETECTIVE

tape. Looking at it closely, I saw that it contained a strand
of gray hair—evidently one of the strips used to bind the
elderly woman!

But that wasn’t all. Seaching further, we discovered
two guns. One was an ordinary .38 revolver. But tucked
under.a seat was another, one of the most peculiar
weapons I've ever seen. Originally a .22 caliber rifle, the
stock had been removed, and the barrel cut down. To
this had been attached a silencer, evidently fashioned by
hand. Crude in appearance, yet deadly—for it must have
been from this gun that Compton had heard the soft

_ “ping” as its bullet snuffed out the life of Jackson.

I would. have liked to examine it further but at that
moment more possemen began to arrive. Soon, augmented
by civilians and state police, we had a force of nearly
two hundred men on the spot and these were sent in at
once to search the surrounding woods.

For several hours the manhunt progressed, without
result. Finally, when nightfall arrived and bloodhounds,
rushed from Seattle, had also failed to pick up the trail,
I reluctantly called the men off and returned to Chehalis.

It was now apparent that the killers had escaped from
our net and I immediately ordered several thousand cir-
culars printed containing their photos and descriptions.
These were sent to every law enforcement agency in the
West and one set of pictures was rushed to Mrs. Cartier.
Her recognition was instantaneous.

“Those are the men, all right,” she said with decision,
“The short dark fellow who carried the gun is Seelert.
The other one, Ryan, is the man with the yellow hair.
I’d know them anywhere, in spite of their clumsy masks!”

With this positive identification which linked the two
men with the crimes, first degree murder charges were
at once filed against Seelert and Ryan and the hunt was
pushed forward with added vigor.

But meantime, the police in Tacoma, seventy miles
north, were also active. Searching the room formerly oc-
cupied by the bandits, they discovered a letter to Seelert
from one Michael Swenson, a sailor. In it was mentioned
a “device” that Swenson had recently loaned to Seelert
and the message ended with the sailor exhorting the
other to be very careful as to its use.

To the officers, the ‘‘device” sounded very much like
that mysterious weapon found in the auto, and realizing
the importance of connecting the gun with the suspects,
they started at once to locate Swenson.

At the docks, they learned that his ship had sailed a
few days before; but later, on checking with the agents,
they discovered it was scheduled to stop a few days at
Portland before proceeding south. Detective Captain
Joseph Keegan of that city was immediately notified and
Swenson was arrested just as he stepped aboard.

ONFRONTED with the letter, the seaman admitted
that the “device” referred to the gun, and stated that
he had made it during his spare time on the ship. Seelert
had paid him a visit, he said, and seemed greatly inter-
ested in the weapon—particularly the silencer which
Swenson had designed himself. On leaving, he had asked
if he could borrow the gun and try it out, stating he had
taken “quite a shine’”’ to it. :

The officers could well believe that, for further exam-
ination of the gun showed it to be of most ingenious con-
struction. Not only was the silencer extremely effective,
but the barrel had been bored out so that the bullets in
passing through had their rifling marks destroyed—thus
making it.impossible to trace them back to the gun. No
wonder Seelert had taken a shine to it! A handier weapon
for a bandit and potential murderer could not be devised.

Though Swenson was believed to have had no further
connection with the affair, he was brought to Chehalis
and held as a material witness. Soon, however, he began

acting so strangely that it was decided to give him a
mental examination. Later he was committed to an
asylum.

While these events were taking place in Portland, |
had been busy running down leads. Tips had poured in
from every direction, but on investigation all proved to be
worthless. By the end of the week we were no further
along than when we first started.

It now seemed certain that the killers had left this part
of the country and I was proceeding on this belief, when
I received a rude jolt. On the Saturday following the
killing, I had just left the office on business, when a one-
armed rancher, named Ben Balchunas, hurried in. He
was out of breath and seemed greatly excited. Walking
up to A. E. Roswell, orie of my deputies, he demanded:

“You fellows still anxious to get those killers?”

Roswell nodded quickly. “Yes. Know anything about
them?”

“T’ll say I do!” the man sputtered. “They’re out on my
ranch right now! Both are armed and they’re desperate.
They said they were tired of hiding out and they dared
you to come and take them!”

Roswell’s lips closed grimly. But he had been misled
by false tips before. ‘‘How do you know they’re the right
men?” he demanded.

Quickly the man described their appearance and it
fitted in every particular. Doubting no longer, Roswell
called Special Deputy C. D. Cook standing near, and with
three or four other men hastily pressed into service, left
at once for Balchunas’ ranch.

On reaching there, the man led them to a small clear-
ing some distance back in the woods, on which were three
‘old deserted buildings. Turning to Roswell, he pointed to
the largest, evidently once used as a home. “That's where
I saw them,” he whispered.

The deputy glanced at it. No sign of life was apparent,
but of course that meant little. The men might be wait-
ing until the officers approached to jump to the windows
and open a withering fire.

It was a hazardous undertaking, but Roswell didn't
hesitate. Quickly stationing a man on each side of the
road in case the killers attempted a break, he and the

Lieutenant William Farrar of the Tacoma Police who
acted quickly on a tip and made a sensational capture.

other two ad\
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Quickly, then, she set about the task of releasing
herself. It was a painful proceeding, for jerking her
ankles back and forth and twisting her hands only made
the tape bite more cruelly into her flesh. Finally she was
forced to desist. .

But Mrs. Cartier was a determined woman—a fact the
two bandits were later to realize. For though her strug-
gles had failed to release her, they had succeeded in
loosening somewhat the bonds on her wrists. And now a
plan quickly took form in her mind.

On a small stand at the end of the room was a pair of
scissors, left from sewing that afternoon. If she could
manage to get them into her hands, she might yet be free.

Painfully easing herself to the floor, she rolled towards
the table. It was a fragile affair and with her head she
managed to overturn it. The scissors dropped down on the
rug.

To open and get them into her hand was a difficult mat-
ter—but she finally succeeded. Then using one blade as
a saw, she drew the sharp edge back and forth over the

The work was both painful and slow. But finally,
twenty minutes later, when she arose
from the floor, she was free!

Quickly tearing the tape from her

phone. But there a disappointment
awaited her. The robbers had cut the
wires.

The plucky old lady refused to be
balked, however. Remembering the Bam-
merts, next door, had a phone, she hastily
slipped a robe over her nightclothes and
ran across to their home. Dr. Bammert,
himself, let her in and on hearing her story,
at once called Chief Standifer of the local
police.

It was then five o’clock. The chief, realizing
that the bandits had already had a forty-five
minute start and that fast action was neces-
sary if they were to be caught, wasted no time.
Pausing only to inform Sheriff Tresize, the two
officers flashed word of the crime to all the sur-
rounding towns.

Among the first to receive the news and the
bandits’ descriptions, was my own office at Che-
halis. Deputy S. M. Jackson took the call and
snapped into action at once. Believing that there
was still a chance to intercept them, he hastily
summoned Chief Deputy J. D. Compton and the two
officers drove down the Raymond-South Bend
highway.

At that hour in the morning, traffic was light, and
they saw nothing suspicious until they approached
Meskill Hill, twelve miles from Chehalis. Then, just as
they reached the top, two cars flashed rapidly by, and
the last, a coupe, contained two rough-looking men!

Jackson leaned closer to his companion. “Swing ’er
around, Jim—and step on it. Those fellows look funny to
me!”

Compton obeyed. In the next instant. the police car
had veered and was racing after the coupe in hot pursuit.
Near the bottom of the hill the deputy sounded his siren.
At the blast, the coupe, with brakes screeching, came to
a stop and the deputies’ car drew alongside. Seizing their
guns, Jackson and Compton stepped out.

Then it happened.

Before. Jackson could speak the coupe door clicked
partly open. In the same second, the driver threw him-
self forward over the wheel and his companion—reach-
ing behind him—leveled his gun through the aperture,
There came a soft “ping” scarcely louder than the sound
made by a boy’s airgun—and Jackson dropped to the

pavement. The bullet had passed through his heart.

As the deputy fell, the gunman leaped out, started
towards his victim. But now Compton had rounded the
officers’ car. Raising his gun, he took deliberate aim at
the bandit. There was a sharp report and the killer
crumpled to the ground—close by the man he had slain.

Wheeling about, Compton now faced the second man,
who had joined in the firing. But as he turned, a slug
from the other’s gun grazed his head.

Dazed, with blood streaming into his eyes, the nervy
deputy kept up the fight. Though nicked by one bullet

and with his clothes riddled by others, he circled the car

and exchanged shots with the unwounded thug until
his revolver was empty. Then, snatching the sawed-off
shotgun from his dead companion’s hand, he
continued the battle with that.

But soon ammunition for
this, too, was ex-
hausted and he

dropped back of the car
to reload. At that instant a truck
came in sight, moved toward them rapidly. The
bandit saw it, hurriedly acted. Tossing his injured com-
panion into the deputies’ car, he jumped in after him
and opened the throttle of the still-running motor. With
a roar, the machine leaped forward, quickly disappeared
around a bend in the highway.
' The truck had halted at the wounded deputy’s side.
Hastily jumping out, Freeland Miller, the driver, helped
the injured man into the car. He paused only long enough
to make sure that Jackson was dead, then drove on to
Chehalis where he took the wounded deputy to the hos-
pital and prepared to make his report to the sheriff's
office.
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matron, and would probably answer the phone, he

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We want to get out of here!”

The man’s voice was grim, his eyes hard. Mrs. Cartier
felt it would be useless but she decided to make one last
appeal to the thug’s better nature.

“You wouldn’t rob an old woman, would you? Think

of your own mother!” she pleaded.

The bandit grinned. “Don’t make me laugh, lady—lI
haven’t seen my mother for twenty-five years.” His
voice changed, became ugly again. “Quit stalling and get
the stuff, or we'll have to try something else!”

Slowly the elderly woman arose and, walking to a small
table by the side of the bed, took a purse from the drawer.
Turning, she handed it to the bandit. “This is all the
money I have,” she said quietly.

The thin man opened the bag, glanced at the contents.
“Five twenties!” He snorted contemptuously. “Chicken
feed Where are the bonds?”

“They’re not here,” Mrs. Cartier said desperately. “I
leave them in the bank at Seattle for safe-keeping.”

“Yeah?” The man’s tone was savage. “How about those
coupons you clipped and forgot to cash last Saturday?
We haven't been watching this joint three weeks for
nothing, you know.”

Mrs. Cartier closed her lips determinedly.

‘ The bandit’s eyes gleamed; he took a quick step to-
wards her. Then for the first time the other robber spoke.
He was short and stout.

“Let her alone. We know the stuff’s here in this room.
Take a look around yourself.”

Grumbling, the tall man did as directed. Going first to
the writing desk, he ransacked it thoroughly, scattering
the papers about on the floor. Then in quick succession he
visited the dressing table and bureau. Presently, uttering
a grunt, he stepped back. In his hand was a purse, much
larger and bulkier than the first.

Walking over to the light while the aged woman
watched helplessly, he drew out a package of coupons
and bonds.

“Guess that’s it,” he remarked and the stout man arose.

“Okay. Let’s tie her up and get out of here. It’s nearly
daylight.”

Forcing Mrs. Cartier to lie back on the couch, the thick-
set man watched while his companion quickly taped her
wrists, mouth and feet. Then they started to leave. At the
door, the slim robber paused. “‘Don’t try to break loose in
a hurry-—we might come back. And that,” he added sig-
nificantly, ‘‘would be just too bad.”

For a moment Mrs. Cartier lay quiet, listening. Then
she heard the sound of a door’s soft closing, the roar of a
motor as a car started up in the street.

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heart. mercly stated that there had been a bad wreck on Meskill
started Hill in which one man was killed and another injured.
ied the Consequently, when Mrs. Jackson relayed the news to
aim at me a few minutes later, neither of us had any idea that

> killer there had been a desperate battle or that her husband

d slain. had been slain.

id man,

_a slug [ WAS then six o’clock on the morning of April 7,
1937, and hurriedly getting into my automo-

e nervy bile, I drove to the spot. On arriving, I

e bullet noticed two or three men

the car grouped about a

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wasn’t until I drew

near that I caught a glimpse

of the features. Then, with a shock,

I saw that it was Jackson—one of the most

valued men on my force.

He was dead—no doubt about that—and_ stooping
down, I saw that he had been shot through the heart.

Puzzled at this sign of violence when I had been ex~

pecting a wreck, I glanced quickly around. In a moment

of the car
ant a truck

apidly. The what had happened became perfectly clear. The bullet-
ijured com- riddled coupe standing at the edge of the road, the empty
1 after him shells scattered about, could mean only one thing. That
motor. With Jackson had engaged in a desperate battle with thugs.

I glanced inside the abandoned car. A number of 38
caliber cartridges were scattered about on the seat and
floor. I also found two crudely fashioned masks—grim
evidence as to their owners’ calling. But the driver's pa-
pers and anything else which might serve to identify the
desperadoes, were gone.

I jotted down the machine’s license number and re-
turned to my own car. The fact that the deputies’ car was
missing convinced me that no time should be lost in seek-
ing to pick up the bandits’ trail.

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of the missing auto to authorities in all nearby cities and
towns. I then called the Tacoma police, asking them to
trace the license number of the abandoned coupe and to
phone me all possible particulars regarding its owners.
This done, I left for the hospital to. see the wounded
deputy, Compton.

Though in bad shape, he was able to talk, and for the
first time I learned of the call from South Bend and the

desperate battle that followed.

“There’s no doubt they were the same pair that robbed
Mrs. Cartier,”’ Compton said slowly. “The man driv-
ing was tall and thin and the other fellow—the one who

got Jackson—was, short and stout.” He paused, and

his voice quivered.
“7 shot him a minute later and he fell down right
by the deputy’s body. I knew he was only wounded
and I started to shoot again. But somehow I couldn’t

—not with him lying that close to J ackson!”’

I nodded. I knew how he felt. Jackson had been

very close to all of us on the force and his death
would leave a void hard to fill. Leaving a mo-

ment later, I resolved that if hard work and
perseverance would do it, the dead deputy’s
murderers would pay for Jackson’s life on the
gallows.
It was then eight-thirty, and I returned at
once to my office. Hardly had I entered the
door when the phone rang. It was the Ta-
coma police telling me that they had traced
the license plates on the coupe to a man
named Walter Seelert, living at 1519 Pa-
cific Avenue, in that city.

But that wasn’t all the information they
had gathered. Seclert, they told me, was
an ex-convict and had been in trouble be-
fore. A former “pug,” he was well-

known in Tacoma, where he had fought
many times under the name of “Pinky”

Mason. Never a great fighter—more
of a “taker’—he had absorbed pun-
ishment until his physique gave way,

and at last, punch-drunk and broken,

he had been forced to retire from
the ring.
Lately he had been working at an industrial
plant and rooming with a man named Claud Ryan, also
an ex-convict who had once served time for manslaugh-
ter.

These facts sounded interesting but something my in-
formants added seemed even more SO, This was to the
effect that neither Seelert nor Ryan had been seen since
the afternoon of the robbery—and neither had since re~-
ported to work!

Here was information indeed, but hardly had I hung
up the receiver when the bell jangled again. This time
the voice of an old man came to my ears.

“Sheriff’s office?” he demanded excitedly. “Say, I just
passed one of your cars in my truck. It’s wrecked against
a telephone pole out near Adna—and there’s blood on
the seat!”

The deputies’ missing car!

Thanking the man for his tip, I quickly hung up, and
formed a posse of straight-shooting deputies.

We hurried out to the scene of the wreck and found the
machine, a new Chevrolet, beside the road.

Like the coupe, it had been well-riddled with bullets,
and jerking the door open, I glanced inside. If there had
been any lingering doubt in my mind that the killers of
Jackson and the robbers of Mrs. Cartier were one and
the same, it was quickly dispelled by what I saw. Bonds
and saving certificates were scattered about on the floor
and to one of them was attached a small piece of adhesive

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the Pacific Highway at Chehalis; to the
south, also over the Ocean Beach High-
way, they could wind up on the banks of
the Columbia River, across from Astoria,
Oregon. The most logical avenue of es-
cape was toward Chehalis. Sheriff Tre-
size prayed that he was not too late to
close that road as he telephoned to the
office of Sheriff J. A. Blankenship, in
Lewis County ;' Deputy Sheriff (and jail-
or) Riv Jackson answered the telephone.
“Pt call Jim Compton and we'll get out
on the road right away,” answered Jack-
son, a veteran of many years service in
law enforcement work, as was the deputy
sheriff whom he intended to notify.

N a few minutes the two deputies were

in a new Chevrolet sedan speeding out
the highway toward Raymond, over the
Ocean Beach Highway, which the robbers
might be traversing.

In the meantime, the two bandits, be-
lieving they had plenty of time to con-
summate their escape from South Bend,
had been taking their time as they drove
eastward. For many miles they had fol-
lowed in the rear of another car, and thus,
when Deputies Compton and Jackson
sighted the two automobiles coming down
the Meskill Hill, ten miles west of the
city, they were as much interested in one
car as they were the other.

The car in the lead was a new sedan,

_ while the second car was an old Nash

coupe, about a 1929 model; the deputies
caught a glimpse of two men in this as
they met, and swiftly turned about and
gave chase. Siren screaming, the officers
brought both cars to a standstill beside
the road.

Deputy Riv Jackson alighted from the
car, gun in hand. Mrs. Cartier had told
Sheriff Tresize that the two men were
armed and he had warned other officers
who might make an arrest to be very
careful. Jackson approached the Nash
with a few rapid steps.

“You'll have to come into Chehalis with
us,” he said. “We are officers and we want
to question you.”

The dark, squat, scarred and battered
man had been driving; as his companion
snarled a curse, he leaned over the wheel.

“Like hell we will,” Compton heard the
blond man say. “No damned deputy is
going to take us to jail.”

Jim Compton reached into the car for a
shotgun loaded with large shot; he swung
out of the car, ready for action—and then
a strange thing happened. As the robber
spat out his threat, Compton heard a slight
“ping” hardly louder than an airgun would
make, and Riv Jackson fell to the pave-
ment. And, even as Jackson measured
himself on the concrete, the heavy thug
leaped from the driver's seat. Compton
blasted away with the shotgun and he saw
the bandit go down on the concrete beside
Jackson. About this time the car in front,
which bore a King County license, sped
away from the scene of the shooting.

Then the blond bandit stepped around
from the side of the Nash car. Comp-
ton didn’t hear anything this time, and
even if he had not been hit in the head
he probably would have heard only that
same queer “ping” that he noticed when
Jackson fell, for the bandit was still using
the silent gun. Deputy Compton went
down, momentarily, on one knee, but arose

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quickly and ducked behind the hood of his
car for better protection. Still firing from
the cover of the Nash, the bandit ducked
in and out as the battle continued.
Compton had a revolver in his right
hand and the shotgun in his left; now he
became conscious of the fact that the man
on the ground beside Jackson’s body was
firing at him also. In a dazed condition
from the head wound the deputy continued
to fight until he had exhausted the am-
munition in his revolver and had only one
shell left in the shotgun; then he started

along the highway toward a truck which

he saw approaching.

The blond bandit continued to fire and
bullets pierced Compton's clothing luckily
missing a vital spot. Turning to his
wounded companion the desperado dragged
him toward the officers’. car, fired one last
parting shot at Compton and drove away
with all the speed the car could muster.

With the aid of Freeland Miller of a
Seattle movie film service, who drove the
approaching truck, Compton surveyed the
damage; he found that Jackson was dead,
evidently having been killed instantly.

Freeland Miller drove to a telephone
and informed Sheriff J. A. Blankenship
in his home at Chehalis, of what had hap-
pened. Dejectedly the sheriff called the
Sticklin. Undertaking Parlors, drew on
his. clothes and prepared to start for the
scene of the’ killing. He had known Riv
Jackson for many years and they were
close personal friends. Hardest of all the
jobs which lay before the kindly law en-
forcement officer was telling Mrs. Jack-
son, acting jail matron, of what had hap-
pened; then, too, he had then no idea of
how badly his friend Compton might be
hurt.

Sheriff Blankenship met Miller on his
way to town with Deputy Compton who
was bleeding profusely from his head
wound although still conscious. He talked
with the deputy for a moment then drove
on to the scene of the battle; there he
found Riv Jackson dead on the pavement;
people were beginning to gather; to one
of these the sheriff gave a message.

“Get to a telephone,” he said, “and con-
tact the Centralia police station; have
them broadcast the number of the county
car and this description of the bandits to
other stations.”

HE sheriff scribbled the number and

the description on a piece of paper
and the chance messenger set off to in-
form the officers of southwest Washington
that a deputy had been killed and that the
killers were at large.

“Deputy Sheriff Riv Jackson has just
been shot to death by two bandits on the
Meskill Hill, west of Chehalis,” blared
the radio in the Centralia police station,
arousing sleepy desk sergeants from their
early morning, dreary watches in city
headquarters at Olympia, Aberdeen, Ho-
quiam, Vancouver, Kelso, Longview, Ta-
coma and Seattle, a network but -recently
completed in the western part of the state.
“Look out for two bandits in a 1937
Chevrolet sedan; they are heavily armed
and will shoot on sight.
and blond; the other, very heavy, evi-
dently a pug, is short and dark.”

Thus the call for the man-hunt was
sounded: in less seconds than it takes to
tell the story Inspector Ed Willson of the
Washington State Patrol and a squad of

mien were converging on the point where
the killings had occurred. So fast had
the word spread that it seemed almost im-
possible for the killers to have passed
through Chehalis before the police of that
city had blockaded the roads. In this
event they would be forced to take to
some of the side roads in the heavily tim-
bered sections of Lewis, Pacific and Grays
Harbor Counties.

N the meantime, Riv Jackson's body

had been examined in Chehalis, where it
was found he had been shot through the
heart with a small caliber gun. Compton
had been hit in the head, evidently by the
same gun, the bullet, peculiarly spattering
out as it struck. Men accustomed to fire-
arms could give no explanation of the
strange action of the bullets in apparently
flying to pieces as they hit their marks.
The bullet in Jackson’s body was so badly
shattered it had no riflings left on it; no
known device on the market would ac-
complish the results as shown here. Por-
tions of the bullet which struck Compton
were actually clinging to the seared place
in his scalp and skull, the bullet having
grazed his head, striking near the left
temple.

“Just lucky, I guess,’ said Compton on
his hospital bed. “I should have let that
fellow have it again, but I couldn’t fire

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he was dead. The rat had crawled so
close to Riv’s body that I couldn’t fire
without hitting both of them, and I
wouldn't do that.” :

“TI don’t know how badly I am hurt, but
I want to live to see the fellow who shot
Riv swing. I'll know him if we ever get
him.”

It was not long until word was received
of the direction which the fleeing car had
taken. Only a few miles on east from
where the killing had taken place, there
was a side road leading to the town of
Adna, and over this road a farmer boy had
heard a car roaring as he left the house to
milk the cows. On along the road, arous-
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had sped, through the town itself, then in
a circuitous route again, until at last,
speeding fully 80 miles an hour, it had
failed to make a curve, and piled up
against a pole, where a farmer found. it.
He immediately reported by telephone to
the sheriff’s office in Chehalis, and so a
fresh trail of the killers was found. There
was blood in the car; it was evident that
Compton was correct in his statement that
one of the bandits had been struck,

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spot where the killers had abandoned the
wrecked car to a place where Dave Mer-
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a quarrel. Much of the country had since
been logged off, but the second growth
made an excellent place in which to hide,
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Seattle, King County, was rushed to the
spot where the car was wrecked, and
bloodhounds were given a scent from
clothing found in the abandoned car of the
killers. Also, there had arrived on the
scene by this time Special Investigator
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Washington State Patrol, and Indentifica-
tion [Expert Edward Moody of the same
division. While the man-hunt took form,
these two men busied themselves with a
preservation of the evidence which had
been found in the bandits’ car and the
wrecked county car.

Both of these men were intensely in-
terested in the peculiar gun with the long
barrel and no handle, which had been
recovered from the bandit car. Attached
to the end of the barrel was a device the
like of which they had never previously
seen. Unable to spend as much time as
they would have liked in examining the
gun and other objects found in the car
just then, they laid them aside and joined
in the man-hunt which was being formu-
lated, while Chief William Cole of the
State Patrol rushed across the state from
Spokane, where he had been called on
business, to direct his men.

HE dogs took the trail near the wrecked
i on and went directly to a fence through
which the bandits had apparently crawled
as there was blood on a post, thence across
the fields toward the town of Adna where
they sniffed at the door of almost every
private garage in the place, finally ending

-up beside the main highway. This led to a

conclusion that the bandits had “thumbed”
a ride with someone who did not know
of the murder, or had been picked up by
an accomplice, and had gotten out of the
net spread for them. Throughout the day
the hunt continued and on into the night,
but without avail; the killers had made
good their immediate escape, and only a
continued search now offered any chance
of their apprehension.

However disappointed the men in the
field were, Sheriff Blankenship, Detective
MacCauley and Patrolman Moody had
made some ‘significant discoveries during
the night.

In searching the car Sheriff Blanken-
ship had discovered some letters left there
by the fleeing killers, and one of these,
he learned through State License Director
Harry Huse, in Olympia, had been written
to the man to whom the license for the
Nash car had been issued. The name of
the licensee was Walter Seelert, and his
address was given,as Tacoma, Washington.

Captain of Detectives Cliff Osborne al-
most dropped the phone when Sheriff
Blankenship told him: who the car be-
longed to; he knew the man as Pinky
Mason, an ex-Tacoma pug, who also had
served a term in Walla Walla for robbery.
But, if the name Seelert brought convic-
tion that the car had belonged to the man
who had driven it, the mention of Claud
Ryan, to whom a letter had also been ad-
dressed, was even more startling in its
implication. Ryan was an ex-convict out
of Walla Walla, having served time for
manslaughter ; he was known as a bad egg.

Captain Cliff Osborne had every reason
to remember Claud Ryan, for he had
worked on the case in which the lad had
been sentenced. He remembered the night

when the call came in that a Northern

Pacific special officer had been found dead

in the yards; he recalled the hours of .
tedious work he had put in before the

trail led to Claud Ryan and Roy Stark.

Then the trial, in which the evidence

seemed to clearly present that Stark had

held Special Agent Jones while Ryan hit

him over the head with a sap. There was

never any question about murder having

been committed, but the pair received a

manslaughter verdict just because they

claimed they did not know they were fight~.
ing an officer. Stark got 30 months and

Ryan drew five years; he was released

after serving 34 months.

ALTER SEELERT had a reputa-

tion for gameness in the ring when
he fought around Tacoma, his last battle
there being about. 1921. He was only a
welter-weight then, but he liked ‘to pick
on the big boys and often fought heavy-
weights. When Sailor Haynie arrived in
town from San Francisco, with so deadly
a punch that none of the local heavies
would train with him, Seelert absorbed his
blows day by day. But all this, in the
language of the ring, had set him back
on his heels; he was now a 40-year-old
punch-drunk, worn out pugilist; neverthe-
less, he had a job as a machinist in the
railway. yards at South Tacoma and had
been working nearly every day for months.
His criminal record began in Seattle in
1931 when Captain Ernie Yoris and De-
tective Claude Fortner arrested him for a
stick-up for which he served five years
in Walla Walla; later, he served a short
term in California.

Seelert’s car had not been reported
stolen, and when Captain Osborne’s men
investigated they found that the ex-con
was not at home. Nor could any trace be
had of Ryan in his usual haunts. It seemed
reasonable that Seelert and Ryan were the
two who Compton and Jackson: had en-
gaged in battle so disastrously on the
early morning of April 7th.

Photographs of these two men _ were
hastened to South Bend, and there Mrs.
Cartier positively identified them as the
pair who had robbed and bound her, and
thus the identity of the killers was es-
tablished.

In the hurry and flurry of the chase,
neither Chief Cole’s men nor Sheriff
Blankenship’s had had an opportunity to
learn the manner in which the burglary
had been consummated, or How much had
really been taken. They now found out
that $120 in cash had been stolen and
coupons to the value of $700, as well as
stocks of an undetermined value; prob-
ably bringing the total loss to about $3,000,
practically all of which had been recovered
from the cars used by the killers.

“Only myself and two other people
knew where I kept that key,” said Mrs.
Cartier. “I can’t understand how they
found out about it,;or how they learned
of my coupons and stock.”

None of the officers had any answer to
that question just then; only the state-
ment of Seelert of “three weeks work for
this,” as he stood over the bound old lady,
gave any lead on how the job had been
cased; evidently, it had been well planned.
The mystery deepened again when a
check-up showed conclusively that neither
of the two people who knew where the
key was kept had revealed its hiding place
to any other persons. .

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It was but natural that the officers
should set a watch on Seelert’s previous
address in Tacoma, and thus a letter was
intercepted and turned over to Chief
William Cole for investigation. It was a
strange missive, written by a man who
signed himself Michael Swenson; the man
was much interested in what he termed a
“device ;” the construction which Detective
Joseph MacCauley placed on this portion
of the letter was that it referred to the
silencer on the death gun. Michael asked
Seelert to be’ very careful to see that there
were no fingerprints on the “device” and
especially to see that the bolt was wiped
clean; he warned the boys against getting
into trouble. ,

A CLOSER examination of the strange
weapon, which was about a foot
long, determined that it had been manu-
factured from a .22 caliber rifle. The
stock had been completely removed and the
barrel had been cut down. Over the end
of the barrel had been fitted a perfectly
machined “device,” which had been fast-
ened on with set screws; this was the
silencer. In addition to that, the “device”

had been so manufactured that it was -

slightly smaller in bore than the .22 rifle
barrel; it had also an interior as smooth
as glass, and thus, when the bullet entered
the silencer chamber, it likewise was
sheared of all rifling marks, making it im-
possible for the ballistic experts to ‘de-
termine and prove that it had been fired
from a certain gun. It was this action,
impeding the speed of the bullet, which
had caused it to break up so readily upon
striking an object. It still retained plenty
of force, however, to kill a man, as wit-
nessed by the fate of Riv Jackson,

The letter to Seelert had been mailed
from Portland, and in it Swenson re-
ferred to the fact that he was about to
sail for New York. This information
Chief Cole sent by teletype to Captain of

Detectives Jotm Keegan in Portland, and —

on the following day Swenson was ar-
rested as he boarded a freighter for the
east coast. He admitted he had made the
gun in the ship’s machine shop and that
he had given it to Seelert. In the mean-
time the man-hunt for the two killers had
gone furiously on.

Thursday and Friday passed without a
single trace being found of the fugitive
killers; they had disappeared as com-
pletely as though the earth had swallowed
them, despite the fact that they had seem-
ingly been in an absolute panic following
the engagement with Compton and Jack-
son.

Analyzing the desertion of the Nash
and the use of the county car, officers
at first thought the men were so con-
fused they did not know what they
were doing, but a little more consideration
caused them to believe this conclusion
wrong. It was quite evident to Seelert
and Ryan that the license number of the
Nash was known and that in itself was
almost as much evidence as the car would
have been. Then the newer Chevrolet
was so much faster that it was a far
better getaway car than the other one,
and the abandoned home-made gun could
néver have been traced except for the
letters stuck under the seat of the car;
that was a serious mistake. In the heat
of battle both probably forgot that they
did not have the loot taken from Mrs.

AMERICAN DETECTIVE

Cartier. By now, however, the fugitives
had had time to cool off and seemed to be
very effectively evading ‘the officers.

Saturday morning passed and along to-
ward noon there arrived in the office of
Sheriff Blankenship a one-armed rancher
named Ben Balchunas who told a story
which sent hundreds of men into prepara-
tion for battle.

“I went out to my ranch near Pe Ell,”
stated Balchunas, referring to a town
some fourteen miles from Chehalis, “and
found two men on the place. Both were
armed to the teeth and one of them was
wounded.”

Balchunas then described Seelert and
Ryan.

“They told me to get off the place,”
continued the rancher, “and to tell you
fellows where they were. They said they
were tired of hiding and were going to
fight it out if Chief Cole and Sheriff
Blankenship had nerve enough to come
after them.”

Walter Seelert, alias Pinky Mason.

Now Sheriff Blankenship got into ac-
tion. Again resorting to the radio and
the telephone, officers were summoned to
Pe Ell from all over southwestern Wash-
ington, where Chief Cole took charge of
the little army and prepared to raid the
Balchunas ranch.

AREFULLY plans were laid and finally
the order to close in was given; state
patrolmen and deputies, failing to get any
response to their calls, approached the
house and barn—and found it. deserted.
Chief Cole examined the premises; in a
short time he was satisfied that there had
been no one sleeping in the barn or in the
house, and he decided that Balchunas had
bilked the law. Then he got a little mad,
and, after conferring with Sheriff Blank-
enship, the rancher was arrested and taken
to jail where he still contended he had
seen the two fugitives. In a short time
the officers said they had information that
Balchunas was not even at the ranch at
the time he had stated he saw the killers ;
he was taken before Justice Lee Camp-
bell and fined $100; those man-hunters
were in no mood to be trifled with.
Thus the last clue to the whereabouts
of Seelert and Ryan near the scene of
the crime proved a dud and again the of-

ficers had to turn to new fields in the
hope that a trail might be found. State
patrolmen began to spread out over the
state, questioning former “lady friends”
of the precious pair and contacting ex-
convicts who had served with either or
both of them while they were in Walla
Walla.

In Tacoma, the city police were engaged
in quite a different type of work as Satur-
day arrived and there was still no trace
of the fugitives; the city’s finest, in uni-
form, were marching in a parade to cele-
brate the Puyallup “Blossom Festival,”
that yearly event which heralds the open-
ing of myriad buds in one of the world’s
richest fruit valleys; the parade was in
progress along Pacific Avenue but a scant
hour before Ben Balchunas sounded the
false alarm down in Chehalis; it was, to
be exact, just 10:20 o’clock in the morning;
daffodils lined the route of the marchers
and almost covered the floats employed;
everyone was in a gala mood.

Then suddenly a police siren sounded ;
men in uniform began to drop from the
line of march as they were signalled to
by officers who arrived in headquarters
cars; along the streets ran a whisper,
“The Lincoln Bank has been robbed
again,”

“Incredible,” said those who heard the
rumor. “Why it’s only been a few weeks
since that bank was robbed before.”

They were referring to a robbery by
Robert Myers, a Tacoma high school boy,
on January 13th, 1937, the story of which
was told under the title of “Straight
Shooter” in the June issue of AMERICAN
DETECTIVE,

“THEN another rumor began to shiver
along the crowded streets.

“The Chehalis killers, I'll bet,” said
many a tongue.

What really had happened was that using
a taxicab stolen from Howard Bousquet
on a city street, two bandits had entered
the bank at 10:20; they were first noticed
by Manager Greening as one of them
crowded behind the counter and another
displayed a Tommy-gun near the door;
Greening made a move toward his desk
where he had a rifle, but a burst of fire
from the machine-gun, directly between
his legs, halted him. Swiftly the bandits
looted the bank and herded the four em-
ployees and fifteen customers into the
vault and shoved the door as nearly closed
as it would go. Tapping a belated cus-
tomer over the head with the butt of an
automatic, they left him on the floor,
walked out of the institution, entered the
stolen taxi, and sped away with about
$3,637 in currency and silver,

Half an hour later, the Tacoma police
found the abandoned taxi near the Mil-
waukee railway tracks, in the rear of the
Carman Furniture Company’s plant; near-
by, in an old barrel, they recovered $1,619
in silver coin. The bandits certainly
wanted no impediment in’ their getaway.
This fact pointed toward Seelert and
Ryan as did the fact that the bandits had
evidently holed up somewhere in Tacoma,
as they were seen by workmen to leave
the spot where the taxi was abandoned,
on foot.

But a description of the two holdup men
soon revealed that they could not have
been the Chehalis killers. That, however,
did not obviate the possibility that they

were accomplices, possibly the men in the
car spotted in advance of the old Nash,
on the morning of the killing, by Compton.
They could have been providing getaway
money for Seelert and Ryan, at least.
Whoever the two men were, they man-
aged to completely escape.

Presuming the two might try to
reach Tacoma friends, a heavy guard
was maintained constantly between Che-
halis and that city, and late Sunday night
this procedure seemed to be on the verge
of getting results when a Bucoda resident
reported he had seen Ryan hiding in the
rear of a tent in which a small circus was
showing; Seelert was reported to have
bought sandwiches and pie in a Bucoda
restaurant.

Led by Captain Henry Wentworth, a
posse of state patrolmen and officers from
Olympia hastened to the small city ten
miles east of Centralia and made a mid-
night search, but if the killers had been
there they were not to be found.

Monday brought more rumors that the
men had been seen near Tenino, still east
of Bucoda by four miles; Tuesday brought
a report that the killers had managed to
reach Rainier, on east again by ten miles,
always toward Tacoma. And late after-
noon reports reaching Tacoma _ head-
quarters were to the effect that Ryan had
entered the city on an ice truck from
Ponders Station, the driver not recognizing
him until he saw a photo several hours after
the incident occurred. Then Seelert was
supposed to have been hauled into Tacoma
by a stage from Ohop, a point on the
Mount Rainier Highway, where it was
known he had friends; the stage driver
said he had hauled a short heavy man with
a patch over his eye, whom he believed
was the wanted man.

Whatever truth there was in these re-
ports, Tacoma police were suspicious that
the killers were again in their midst and
naturally became more than ever vigilant
to find them, Lieutenant William Farrar
had that very day seen a former com-
panion-in-crime of Claud Ryan, on the city
streets, and had, in words he could not
misunderstand, informed the ex-convict

so his duty in case the killer showed

» and wanted aid.

HE early evening wore away and weary

state patrolmen had begun to antici-
pate another night without results when
the Tacoma police radio began to call to
each state car to proceed at once to head-
quarters. Lieutenant Farrar had had word
from Orting, that Claud Ryan was sitting
at the counter of a beer hall there.

As Lieutenant Farrar awaited the as-
sembling of the patrol, there came another
frantic call stating that Ryan was about
half-drunk and might leave at any moment.
Then Farrdr used his head; he called a
girl who worked at the counter and asked
her to keep Ryan in the place; engaging
the fugitive in a friendly game of dice,
the girl kidded and cajoled the tired man
until he forgot that time was passing; in
the meantime, Farrar decided to act.

Picking eight men to accompany him,
the Tacoma detective sped out the high-
way; fifteen minutes later his men quietly
were surrounding the beer hall; through
a window Farrar spotted Ryan.

“Put up your hands, Ryan!” were the
first words the desperado heard; slowly
he did as he was told and turned around.

AMERICAN DETECTIVE

“Where's Seelert?” asked Farrar.

“T left him in the woods this morning,”
said Ryan. “I don’t know where he is;
I wish I had killed. the

Ryan’s shoes were almost gone; he had
a heavy beard and it was plain that he
was completely fatigued. Back in the
Tacoma police station, questioned by Lieu-
tenant Farrar, Inspector Willson and De-
tective MacCauley, he claimed that he did
not take part in the robbery of Mrs, Car-

Claud Ryan immediately after his
capture.

tier, but finally admitted he was present
when Riv Jackson was killed. He claimed
that Seelert fired the fatal shot, however,
and said he himself shot Deputy Compton.

“How did you get away from. us?”
asked Inspector Willson.

“Well, we cut down into the brush after
the car was wrecked,” said Ryan, “until
we reached the Chehalis River. We fol-
lowed the river for about a mile and
stayed that night in a chicken coop.
Wednesday night we walked some distance
and slept in a barn near Chehalis, and in
the morning we heard the farmers talking
about the man-hunt. We stayed in that
barn until Friday night, then we circled
into. the woods and got around the city
and reached Centralia. By Sunday morn-

ing we were in a woods between Centralia
and Bucoda and there we built our first
fire. We had had nothing to eat since we
started, When we got into Bucoda Sun-

‘day night, I watched a tent show while
-Seelert bought some food. When the state

patrol began to come in, we went along
the woods beside the tracks and got to
Tenino. Wereached Rainier on Monday
night and I stayed in a rooming house;
Seelert stayed with a friend.

“I wanted to give up, so Seelert and I
had an argument; he got on a Tacoma-
bound bus about 11 o’clock Tuesday, and
I got a ride later on an ice wagon and
made my way up to Orting where Farrar
caught up with me.

“Seelert forced me along at the point
of a gun—he’s got two guns—I didn’t
have any. I wish I could kill him for
getting me into this.”

YAN stated that Compton’s shotgun

charge had hit Seelert in the eye and
that it was badly infected. Two days
later Ryan stood again in the Cartier
home. teeta

“That is one of the men,” stated the old
lady, and Ryan paled.

Officers who had been listening to
Ryan’s tale knew why he grew white when
the identification was made. They believed
the bandit had possibly killed Seelert and
now hoped to save himself from the gal-
lows by laying the shooting of Jackson
onto his dead pal. They believed also that
he wanted to keep clear of the robbery
because that would make him guilty of
first degree murder because Jackson had
been killed while attempting to arrest
Seelert and Ryan on a felony charge.
Ryan, however, stoutly maintained that
Seelert was alive when he left him.

Nevertheless, as this is written, another
week has passed and the punch-drunk ex-
pugilist, unused to the woods, has not been
positively seen since that night, footsore
and hungry to the point of desperation,
he showed up at the Bucoda restaurant
and bought food. Curiously, too, on ‘the
Sunday that the two bandits reached Te-
nino, magazine sections of many south-
western Washington newspapers carried
a syndicated article telling of the murder
of Dave Merrill. Did Claud Ryan pick
up one of those papers somewhere and
decide to bump off his companion? If so,
it will do him not the least bit of good,
for District Attorney James Sereault of
Lewis County says that the blond bandit
is as certain to hang as it is certain that
night follows day.

Chief William Cole and his men still
search for a trail; if Seelert is alive they
will never leave it until they have routed
him out for some local officer to catch,
or have themselves délivered him in
shackles to Sheriff Blankenship. Jim
Compton has recovered and has vowed he
will not rest until he finds Seelert’s body
or sees him hung; the chances for the
stubby accused men to escape are not so
good. :

The mystery of how the robbers gained
so much information about Mrs. Cartier’s
affairs is still unsolved, although it is gen-
erally believed they followed her upon
some previous occasion and watched her
hide the key and that they learned of her
wealth through some accomplice they knew
in South Bend.

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civvies we went for a drive. I needed
time to cool off and think. When my
‘mind was clicking again I put the car
in the parking-lot and returned to the
rooming-house.

After telling his story to Chief New-
berry, Kyle Young and Margaret
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and released from custody.

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was sentenced to life imprisonment.

" After the Shot?"

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sending one deputy with-each group. —they have and drove to a relative’s

What gives on your end?”

“No word from the road blockades.”
Davis went on to give the pertinent
facts in his interview with Cora Jean.
“Powers and I are going out to Win-
ona now. We’re going to check on the
people who were at the dance.”

“Any instructions?”

“No,”’ Davis answered thoughtfully. -

Then, “You say you found the gun
under the girl’s bed? Any ideas why
the killer would leave his gun there?”

“The only thing we can figure is he -

found a deer rifle here and figured it
would be a better weapon.”

aad ken keep in touch with you. The
. © radio will be open and we can get
word if the road blocks pick up anybody.
T’ll be out as soon as we. check in
Winona.” '

It was daybreak by the time Davis
and Powers reached the little town of

Winona. The operator at the local ex-.

;change had followed Mullan’s instruc-
tions about flashing the news, and the
town was awake and buzzing. Ranchers
with their rifles were gathering at the
hotel and forming groups to head out to
the Rogers farm to join the posse. _
Davis located two youths who were

joining the posse, and who had been |

to the dance. They were Bill Graham
and Edward White. Davis questioned
them. ; . ;

Edward White came up with the first
lead when he said: “Wayne Odell was
at the dance. He was doing some drink-
ing and he kept saying Cora Jean was
still his girl.”

=... “Who is this Wayne Odell?” Davis

asked.~ ;

“A long time ago, when Cora Jean
was in high school, Wayne used to take
her out. Then, he got in trouble and
was sent away.”

Davis’ memory clicked. “He’s not the
kid from Steptoe?”

- “Yes.” ;

_. Davis’ face went grim: He turned to
Powers. “We’d better drive to Steptoe
and check on this Odell He’s a bad
character.” ,

“You know him?” Powers asked.

“I know him! Come on. I’ll tell you
about him on the drive.” .

When the officers reached their car,
the radio was on. Davis picked up the
receiver and answered the operator in
Colfax.

“Mrs. Rogers just came into the hos-
pital,” the operator reported.

“Ts she hurt?”

“No. The doctor said she stayed with
Mr. Rogers until she was certain he was
dead and then left the ranch in a truck

1 Sarg They brought her to the hos-
p a Ri

Davis asked: “Did the doc say
whether she saw the killer?”

“I asked him that. She didn’t. When
she got to the kitchen the killer was
gone. She said she sent Cora Jean in
for help and then she left when she saw
her husband was dead.” .

“Call McCutcheon at the farm and
give him the information,” Davis in-
structed. ‘Powers and I are going to
check on a suspect at Steptoe.”

On the drive to the town of Steptoe, a
small community northeast of Winona,
Davis explained about the youth, Wayne
Odell.

“I sent him over the road about four
years ago,” Davis declared. “It was a
conviction for rape. He was about
seventeen at the time and the judge
gave him twenty years.”

“What’s he doing out now?”

Sheriff Davis gave a harsh laugh.
“The parole board let him out.”

**LET him out already on a twenty-

year sentence?” ;
“Yeah! I was reading a report by

J. Edgar Hoover the other day. Do

“you know there are more than six

thousand rape cases in this country in
a year, and many of them are by re-
peaters? Hoover says the courts and
parole boards can be blamed for a lot
of it by their lenient treatment.”

Sheriff Davis knew the Odell home
and drove directly to it when they
reached Steptoe. Mrs. Odell cgme in
answer to the doorbell. Davis asked
her about Wayne.

“He went to a dance last night and he
didn’t come home,” the boy’s mother
declared. “I think he stayed with a
friend of his.’’

Davis took the friend’s address and
was getting back in his car when Mr.
Odell came out.

“Just a minute, Sheriff!” he called.
As he came up to the car, he said: “My
wife doesn’t know this, but Wayne did
come home last night. He took my
pickup truck, and my shotgun is

’ missing. I’ve heard what has happened

at the Rogers place. I am praying
Wayne isn’t mixed up in it—but I
thought you should know. I haven't
told my wife yet.”

“I understand,” Davis said. -' “Tf | :
. Wayne shows up here, you will call us?”

“Tl call you,” the father promised.

His shoulders sagged and his eyes .

clouded as he stared: down at the
ground at his feet. “If Wayne did this
thing, he’ll have to take the conse-
quence.” The man turned and walked

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some-
u did
what

hate

he believed was an effort to make a con-

nection in our city,

that, until the operators
shands of the tavern

but frankly: told him

had cleansed their
killings and had

helped to catch the murderers there was
little chance for the machines to operate

anywhere in the state.

And finally the young man spoke, or
rather wrote, what was uppermost in his

mind; taking a piece
pocket, he wrote on it

of paper from his
“Q’Donnell brothers

—three of them” and carelessly dropped
the sheet on the captain's desk and walked

out.
When Captain Rondeau and I next dis-

cussed the matter, we decided that the at- .

titude of the informant was a little dra-
matic and that probably he had never even
been contacted by the slot-machine owner
whom he had so eulogized; we thought he
was just trying to curry favor and then
hoped to do something for himself by
telling the Seattle owner that he was

friendly with us a
have his machines

Nevertheless, we

nd could arrange to
operate in Bremerton.

thought it would be a

AMERICAN DETECTIVE

1935; Jack Arthur had come west after
finishing a sentence in the Kansas State
Ilywood had been de-
ported from Canada after finishing a bank-
robbery sentence in Okalla Prison, in Brit-
hey had all arrived in
time and soon there-
ies of robberies had be-

pen and Ted Ho

ish Columbia. T

Seattle about the same

after the long ser
gun.

ND when Jack Arthur had purchased
his Hudson sedan, having tires like
those which left the imprint in the sand
near the Elk Tavern, he had said he was a

“slot-machine operator!”

_ informed him, w

him who the Seattle o'

picion.

The young man smiled—and stood his |!

ground.

“I gave you the right names,” he said.

So it seemed almost ce
time we conveyed our in
Seattle detectives, they were already oh
the right trail, and the next time Captain
Rondeau met his C.C.C. friend, he so
ithout, of course, telling
fficers had under sus-

rtain that, at the

formation to the

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good idea to convey what we had learned

to Captain Ernie Yoris of the Seattle homi-

cide squad.

" ELL, they are naturals for the

job,” said Yoris, when we told him
“Two of them, Joe
but I can’t place
t remember that
In fact, I don’t
other, and that
makes it seem the fellow doesn’t know
what he is talking about. However,
look them over and sce if we can find out

where they were on the night of the mur-

what we had learned.
and Jack, are ex-convicts,
this other brother. I don’
I have ever heard of him.
third br

think there is a

ders.”

It was plainly evi
deau and myself that w
was grateful for the information we had
brought him, that he was of
that the Joe Neal gang lead was just then
the best one to follow.

For one thing, Mahoney a
been following the tire imprint ¢
in the dirt outside the tavern, where the
d stood, and had found

lar equipment for Hudson signed to shadow Arthur,
Thomas, had located a shack on the Du- }j

ront inhabited by Thomas. |

The officers had also located the house in

get-away car ha

that it was regu

cars. Then, check’
dealers in the city,
not only Joe Nea
wood, qne-of the toug
dits who ever operated on
had recently bou
and had paid cas
found that these two
with “Fat”. Crown, a
and rum-runner of the pr
down on his luck, a

now very much

duced to touting

order to make

Shadowing Crown brou
soon the detectives were ce’
‘on the track o
likely the killer:
other members o
by constant watc
Detectives Mahoney,
been working on the
‘Arthur, and Carl
identified through

a beer glass

loafed as a we
the middle west; T

past record. ‘

Joe Neal had
Walla state pen

they

ght car:
h for them. Th
men were connected
notorious bootlegger
ohibition days,
nd re-

dent to Captain Ron:
hile Captain Yoris

ing with the Hudson
had discovered that
1, but also Ted Holly-
hest yeggs and ban-
the Pacific coast,
s of this make,
ey had

for a gambling joint in
his “cakes.”
ght results and
rtain they were
f the burglary gang, and
s of the patrolmen.
f the mob were ascertained
hing during the weeks that
Kuehl and Zuari had
case, these being Jack
Arthur was
fingerprints taken from
in a joint where he often
11-known ex-convict from
homas had no known

Thomas.

been released from Walla:
itentlary early in April,

ey ae

the opinion

nd Kuehl had
luc found

“You will see some day; I know what I
am talking about.” d ;
Rondeau did not press the matter, and
in the meantime the robberies in Seattle
had been resumed with such. magnitude
that the officers there were almost frantic
because they could not stop them. Certain
that they knew who was, committing the
depredations, they were nevertheless pow-
them for, cleverly indeed,
only cash was being taken and there was
no way to identify this money, even should |
we'll an arrest be made.
“On the night o
tied up night-watchman
iry Products Company in

erless to arrest

Consolidated Dairy

watchman said,

working with

wamish waterf

which Arthur

naturally that

that stunt a
_ want to take

smart outfit
act.

cash; they stay

were armed with

which Hollywood oc
And, by constantly
found that he not on
apartment, in which he also lived with a
woman, but that the
a large white house on
skirts of Seattle, a place

from one side,
, coming could be spotted for a
Mahoney and Kuehl made an unsuccess-
kk up on the house, but

‘ful attempt to snea
dogs sounded an

Two two huge German police
alarm just.as the officers thought they

would be able to get into the building and

they beat a ha

until they had
by now they ha

they could ever get & conv
was to catch

Seattle, and robbed the place of $1,000 in
ed in the building almost
two hours, battling a stubborn safe;: they
12 gauge shotguns, the
They forced the watch-
man to make his rounds at the proper in-
tervals and punch the clock so that no
alarm would be sounded.

By this time,

{ December 10th, the gang

Detective Mario Zuari,
Mahoney and Kuehl, as- |
‘Hollywood and |;

Hans Skott, of the

lived and the apartment

It was sometime
week of December

gang was

cupied with a woman.
shadowing Neal, he
ly. had a downtown

sty retreat; they never tried
time, as they didn’t
on flushing the gang

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that Detective Mario

Zuari saw Joe Neal and Jack Arthur care-
fully looking over a downtown department

iy “store, and for two weeks a squad watched

the place on every-week-end, as that was
the time at which practically all the bur-
glaries had been pulled. Nothing happened,
but while this watch was being maintained,
a resident in the vicinity of the Wonder
Bread Bakery, on 18th Avenue, reported
that he had seen two men, answering the
description of Thomas and Arthur, look-
ing over the bakery late at night; this resi-
dent watched the two men further and saw
them examining the doors of the Christoff-
erson Dairy, a block down the street from
the bakery.

So the week-ends of Beciteties 14th and
December 21st found detectives and police
squads watching three places for the ap-
pearance of the burglars, and while these
places were under scrutiny, the gang en-
tered the. department store of Carew &
Shaw and, blasting the safe after tying
up the watchman at the point of .12 gauge
shotguns, got away with $25,000. The
descriptions of the men were printed in
the Seattle papers on this occasion, and
they seemed to fit again Neal, Arthur,
Thomas and Hollywood; Captain Ron-
deau mentioned this fact to the C.C.C,
informant,

“Yes, and they fit the O’Donnells just
as well,’ answered our informant, This,

. the Seattle officers later admitted, was true,

but they clung tenaciously to the theory
that it was Neal and his gang who had
pulled the recent big robberies, and they
felt that they must first clean up this lead
before turning toward the rather meager
clue we. had furnished them.

“We can take a chance on picking Jack
O’Donnell up,” said Mahoney ‘to’ Captain
Ernie Yoris, who had now become Chief

. of Detectives in Seattle, and who had is-

‘sued orders to get the burglary gang at

any cost.

“Better let him go a while,” replied
Yoris, “for he might be a part of this
gang and we don’t want to let them know
we are on their trail.. They'll split up and
lay low and we will never get them.”

™HRISTMAS DAY rolled around and
the telegraph wires brought us the

' story of a desperate battle in Butte, Mon-

tana, in a rooming house, in which a police
officer and a private citizen had been killed
and another officer seriously wounded by
an ex-convict named Harry Knight. Two

.days later the desperado was shot down

in a cottage on the outskirts of the city
after a flight to the gates of Yellowstone
National Park and back, during which he
added another victim to his list when he

AMERICAN DETECTIVE

shot down a rancher and stole his car;
Knight was killed by Chief of Police Jack
Gilligan.

HE battle: in the rooming house had

begun as the result of a quarrel pver a
girl and this young woman now named
Knight as the killer of Deputy Sheriff
Meehan.

“He was just a cheap chicken thief,”
said the girl, “and when Meehan caught
up with him he shot him and we beat it
for Montana.”

A check of the girl’s story showed that .

she had told the truth and thus the theory
that the burglary gang had killed the
deputy went into the discard.

The Wonder Bread Bakery was a lu-
crative morsel and Detective Kuehl kept
an almost constant watch on the place
until he saw two men looking the exits
over late at night. And this time he got
a good look at the men; they were Joe
Neal and Carl Thomas,

For a week the officers kept a constant
watch on the place, and then, when the
week-end of January 5th rolled around,
it was decided to plant the place in such
a way that if the gang appeared they could
have no hope of escaping the net spread
for them. On Friday night there was a
final talk-fest in Joe Neal’s big white
house, and about five o’clock on the next
afternoon Detectives Mahoney and Winters

entered the bakery in one of the delivery-

wagons and remained hidden there until
darkness fell. In the meantime detectives
Mario Zuari and John McKone had care-
fully taken a position in an apartment in
the rear of the bakery and Detectives
Kuehl and Cleary were watching from the
front windows of a school building direct-
ly across the street from the place. The
only entrances to the building were from
Main Street and this greatly simplified
the setting of the trap.

Mahoney was in charge of the squad and
he had issued orders that no one was to
give chase in the event a battle began;
they were to assume positions at the ends
and in front of the building, where there
‘was no danger of a crossfire and to shoot
at any fleeing persons. Mahoney and Win-
ters took stations at the top of the stairs
up which the burglars would have to come
to get at the safe, and there they lay on
the floor far into the night. Janitor Mar-
tin Sorenson was due to arrive at one
o'clock; midnight came and the hands of
the clock dragged slowly around, and then
the officers heard the janitor’s car pull
up and stop across the street.

They could hear, too, the sound of feet
crossing the pavement toward the car and

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a few minutes later the door of the back
portion of the bakery was opened. Then

came the stealthy tread of feet upon the

stairs.

Mahoney arose from the floor: and

took a position in the doorway of the
office in which he had been waiting; in

the room next to him Winters did like-

wise; both had sawed-off shotguns, and
both could command the lobby space at
the top of the stairs.

Mahoney saw first the head of Carl
Thomas in the lead, crouching over, grasp-
ing a shotgun, as he reached the top of
the stairs; behind Thomas was desperate
Ted Hollywood and it was he whom the
detective now silently covered with his
weapon; then came heavy-bodied, crafty
Joe Neal, bringing up the rear.

It was Mahoney’s intention to give the
burglars a sharp order to throw up their
hands, and he started to move outside the
doorway of the office to do this, when his
foot made a rasping noise on the linoleum.
_ Instantly the three desperadoes turned, and
the gun of Carl Thomas rose to a firing
position.

“It was his life or mine,” Mahoney after-
wards told me. “I fired first and down
he went—dead.”

The two other bandits dropped their
weapons and fled, but Hollywood turned
and threw a bottle of nitro-glycerine at
Mahoney, which luckily failed: to explode.
As the burglars ran from the building they
faced the fire of Kuehl and Cleary; Arthur
went down on his face but Neal and Holly-
wood, filled with shot from the guns of
Kuehl, Cleary, Mahoney and Winters, got
to their car and made an escape.

Early the next morning, after the taxi-
cab in. which they had fled from the city
was found and the place to which they had
gone to hide was uncovered on the Des
Moines highway between Seattle and Ta-
coma,.they were routed out, with tear gas
and taken into custody ane with. their
women,

The Seattle detectives were jubilant; not
only had they at last broken up the rob-
bery gang, but they believed they also had
in custody the killers of Sickles and
Stevens. All the hideouts of the gang

members were now searched and a regular —

arsenal was uncovered, but nowhere in that
stack of guns was one found which Crim-
inologist Luke May could say had fired the
fatal shots into the bodies of the officers;
' in fact, his opinion was to the contrary;
he had already established, through the
science of ballistics, that one of the officers
had been killed with the revolver found at
the tavern, but none of the shotguns now
recovered had fired the shells picked up
near the doorway of the place; this he had
determined by a comparison of the marks
left on the base of the shells by the concus-
*sion.

ND thus, after many weeks had

passed, the mystery of the murders

in the beer tavern was as deep as it had

ever been. Once more our informant came

to talk with us, and again he insisted that
what he had told us' was true.

“Of course, I wasn’t there,” said the
young man, “but I know that these three
O'Donnell brothers had been hired some
months previous to the murders to hi-
jack machines for a certain operator in
King County, and they finally got so rough,

“.
Seediiameeddnes see

having wounded
try, that the op<

., thing more to

started hi-jackir
They . would tak
they intended to
Tavern, and, af:
of the money t!
haul them to (
them. One of
there most of |
agent for the s:
on the night of
“Well, I dor
Captain Yoris t
jail on a vagran
days,” said Capt
not find this th’
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this latest inf:
Captain Ronde
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cars being parked so close to the tavern, and it supplied

almost
rg half i also certain suspicions in the minds of the two detectives
; as to who the killers might have been, for, since the elec-
Patrol- ; tions of the fall previous, a slot-machine war in which :
ounded ! : many machines had been “hi-jacked” by rival factions had :

i been going on in King County, in which Seattle is located.

Vinkler : However, there were also many reasons to believe that
, | the “hi-jackings” had had nothing to do with the killings,
rey and i and that the officers had been slain by a desperate band
the Elk of yegg-men who had robbed more than thirty places in
2w min- : the city within six months previous to the tragedy in the ay:
sing re- tavern. |
An. examination of the men in the hospital revealed eae i
Lk that Sickles had been killed by two charges from a shot- - <a |
em out. -. gun fired at close quarters, and that Stevens had been ‘ i
iousness. twice hit by bullets from 6ne of the revolvers. Stevens <
zarch of fought vainly for his life for several days, but died after : “

jg? at OOM RAC SMES 2M

The death of Patrolman Theodore E.
Stevens made the seventh casualty at
the hands of bandits in as many months.
His widow. below.

. Burglar tools and guns found =.
oat the scene of the crime. i ') J"

his brother officers had submitted to blood transfusions in

lieved the

rded some the hope that he might be saved.

‘2 Mauser i The death of Patrolman Stevens made the seventh offi-

2re_ picked H cer of the law to die at the hands of bandits in the state

Ik. of Washington. within as many months, and Chief of

’m shot’,” Detectives William Justus gave Detectives Mahoney and

first shots Kuehl full leave to stay with the case until they had found

n to what the killers of the two patrolmen. ,

The killings had taken place in widely divergent parts
of the state, however, the first to die being Marshal Bert

the thieves
“Lemley of Rosalia, and then Constable George ‘Goniff of

f the front

the act of Newport, in eastern Washington. ‘Chief Frank Chadwick
arters and and Officer John Storem of Puyallup, a short distance

on a case from Seattle, were shot down by a stick-up man who had
drilled and robbed a bank in a nearby city a few minutes previously. ©
to removal Then, just two weeks before the tavern killings, Deputy

or the two

Thomas Meehan of the King County Sheriff's force had Ss

76 :

been found dead beside his car, about fif-
teen miles from the city, Each and every
one of these officers had been shot, and
the aim had been deadly,

Leaving out the eastern Washington
killings and adding the fact that Officer
Meehan had supposedly been closing in on
the safe-cracking gang which had success-
fully stolen nearly $100,000 in the past few
months, the Seattle officers could readily
see that there might be a connection be-
tween this gang and the. killing of Chad-
wick, Storem, Meehan, Stevens and Sickles.
And it was upon this premise that Detec-
tives Mahoney and Kuehl began the inves-
tigation to which they had been assigned.

Except for the guns which had been re-
covered, there were no physical clues at
the scene of the crime which offered much
assistance to the detectives. However, in
examining the dirt at the edge of the pave-

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ment where the car in which the killers es-
caped was supposed to have been parked,
Mahoney and Kuehl came upon the deep
imprint of a tire so new and little used that
they were able to ascertain the make of
it and to preserve the track for future ref-
erence. ‘ ;
Reconstructing the crime, the Seattle de-
tectives believed that the killer with the
shotgun had stood on the right side of the
door and that the man with the .32 Mauser
had stood on the opposite side, hoping the
officers, in the dark, would pass them as
they entered the building and that they
would be able to escape. Then one of the

killers had likely made a slight noise and

the officers had turned; the shotgun roared
and Sickles went down; a second charge
was fired into his neck.

About this same time the killer with the
pistol let loose at Stevens; one shot hit him
in the neck and the other imbedded itself
in a nearby table. Sickles died instantly,
but Stevens followed the fleeing killers
into the street and- managed to fire once
at them before he, too, collapsed.

The closest connecting link between the
death of Stevens and Sickles and any other
officer was the murder of Deputy Meehan.
He had been found with a .45 bullet in
his brain, near the outlying city of Renton
about daybreak, just two weeks prior to
the beer tavern murders; he had been killed
near a spot where two small safes, taken
in recent Seattle robberies, had been dis-
covered by himself-and another deputy only
a few days previous, and he had gone to
the vicinity, it was believed by Renton
police with whom he last conversed,’ in
answer to a mysterious telephone call. It
seemed likely he had been deliberately
lured to his death, 1

N the belief that the answer to the

Sickles-Stevens murders lay somewhere
along the trail of robberies, Mahoney and
Kuehl began a careful check of the re-
ports compiled in the detective division of
the spoils taken in each of these breakings.
In everyinstance, except the robbery of the
Automobile Club of the State of Washing-
ton, they discovered that only cash had
been taken; here the burglars took also
about $5,000 in Travelers’ Checks. .

But the most interesting and seemingly
connecting piece of evidence was the rec-

ord of the things’ taken in the robbery of -

the Aronson Hardware Company on the
night of November 10th, just a few days
over two weeks before the slaying of
Sickles and Stevens.

Three .12-gauge shotguns had been taken
in that robbery, guns of the same gauge
with which Sickles had been killed. Sev-
eral pistols and revolvers had also been
stolen at the same time along with large
quantities of ammunition of the same
calibre as the empty shells found on the
floor of the tavern. .

This seemed to Mahoney and Kuehl to
be a hot tip for they already had in mind
a certain ex-convict, named Joe O’Neal
whom, with several associates, they sus-
pected of being the gang which had been
terrorizing the city for many months,

However, in spite of the fact that. the
Seattle detectives believed that Neal and

REGARE Oh. Obey
hs Sees

to Captain James Rondeau, of my force,
a clue which we thought might be of vital
importance.

In order to understand just how this new
lead was picked up, it is necessary to ex-
plain the situation relative to vending ma-
chines in the state at the time of the mur-
ders. These machines, commonly called
slot-machines, had been running openly
not only in the taverns, but even in the
grocery stores for many years prior to the
fall of 1935, and people had come to ac-
cept them as a general thing. They were,

_ nevertheless, a source of great income to

the owners who: split upon a fifty-fifty
basis with the places in which the machines
were operated. Naturally, the best spots
were sought, and since several different
groups owned large numbers of these ma-
chines, a bitter rivalry developed between
them. That. rivalry in King County, in
which Seattle is located, had grown to a
point where one group was “hi-jacking”
the machines of another group, in order to
keep them out of territory which they
coveted. This led to retaliation and almost
open warfare, but, until the time: of the
Elk Tavern slayings, there had been, no
fatalities because of the slot-machine war.

REMERTON, the city in which I am
| Chief of police, is in Kitsap County,
just across Puget Sound froni Seattle, and,
being a navy yard city with oftentimes as
many as 5,000 sailors in port, it was a
fairly good spot for the vending machines,

although within the city we allowed only |

a limited number of them to operate.

With the murder of Sickles and Stevens,
the Seattle “powers-that-be” decided that
the operation of slot-machines had become
a dangerous racket, instead of a rather
harmless sort of gambling amusement,
and they tightened down to a point where
the owners of machines began to spread
out and search for new fields in which
to operate. They looked with longing eyes
toward Bremerton and, in a round-about
way, certain “collectors” and employes of
the men who owned the machines began
to drift into Bremerton with the idea of
ascertaining what chances there were of
opening machines in our city. It did not
take them long to find out that we meant
to keep the situation under control.

But, among the methods used by these
Seattle operators to find out what our atti-
tude would be, was the usual one of having
local residents, known to be friendly and
of good standing in the community, to ap-
proach us in a round-about, apparently dis-
interested manner. One such person whom
we thought had that idea in mind was a
worker in a C.C.C. camp who, without
mentioning his purpose; approached Cap-
tain Rondeau, who had once done the lad
a considerable favor, and began to laud
the exemplary manner in which a certain
slot-machine operator in Seattle, a friend
of his, conducted his business. This man’s
machines were set so that they gave the
player a chance to win, he said, and they
collected only a fair profit for investment
and service; he was no part of the outfit
which had created so much trouble in
Seattle which had resulted in the murders
of the patrolmen; he would be a good

he believed was a
nection in our. cit
that, until the ope:
shands of the t:
helped to catch t)
little chance for

anywhere in the st

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pocket, he wrote o
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the sheet on the c
out.

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whom he had so «
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what we had lear
and Jack, are ex-:
this other brother
I have ever heard
think there is a
makes it seem t
what he is talkin;
look them over a:
where they were .
ders.”

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deau and myself
was grateful for
brought him, tha
that the Joe Neal
the best one to f

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been following th
in the dirt outsic
get-away car ha
that it was regul:
cars. Then, che
dealers in the city
not only Joe Ne
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on the track of
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by constant watcl
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wv you toc may comsbet none Coes reams sod wile | 2 Jead which was further borne out by the any machines were going to run. loafed as a wel
‘ Yeats and veport an weil satiatactory relle Trem the varices fact that men who had been seen with Neal Sensing that the young man had some- the middle west
female trouble ELDENS. 7th A Folin Bese engme meted. | fitted the description of the three who had thing on his mind, Captain Rondeau did past record. '
St. Joseph, Missouri. (Gepr. sen ' fled from the Elk Tavern, there had come not immediately discourage him in what Joe Neal had |
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of them is going to go. There’s no
use splitting the coconuts.”

“How?”_I asks. “I know how they’d
do it in Chicago, but they can’t get
away with that rough stuff out here.
One-way-rides out here usually lead
to the jailhouse.”

“That's where you come in... if
you want to come in.”
“T don’t know,” I says. “It all de-

pends. I’m not coming in as a trigger
man, if that’s what you’re pointing

He laughs, and orders some more
beer. It is nearly time for the third
race.

“Joe, you are dumb,” he cracks.

“Dumb enough to stay out of -jail,”
I came back.

“There ain’t no jail in this. Now,
if you run the syndicate and wanted
the other guy out of business, how
would you freeze him out?”

I shrugged. I wasn’t in the slot
machine racket. It wasn’t my worry.

“They hire guys to lift the other
syndicate’s machines. You bust in
the tavern where they’re set up and
walk out with them.”

It was my turn to laugh. “And you
said there wasn’t any } no in it. Haven’t
you ever heard of first degree bur-
glary? You ought to look at a law
book some time.”

He let it pass, for the ponies started
to run. We watched them, although
neither of us had a bet down. There
weren’t any cinches. I was lined up
for the sixth. —

When the fillies finished, he came
back to talking about the slot machine
racket.

“It’s as easy as picking prunes, Who
is going to holler? The slot machines
are against the law. The guy in the
tavern doesn’t own them, and he’s not
going to tell the cops that he’s had
them in the-joint. The only risk
is getting in... taking them... and
getting out again. nybody that’s
careful can do it with no trouble.”

I thought it over. It wasn’t exactly
like burglary. The whole thing was
outside the law. It was two outfits
battling for illegal profits, and they
were ready to share them to freeze
one of the outfits out of the field.

“What's in it?” I asks.

“Plenty. It’s no small time busi-
ness. First off, you get all the take
that’s in the machine. It amounts to
anywhere from twenty to a hundred
bucks, depending on how full it is.

Some of the quarter machines have

up to two or three hundred in them
if you’ catch them when they are

ripe.

I nodded.

“Then, the syndicate pays forty
berries for every machine you turn
in. They are worth about a hundred
and fifty new, but they’ll pay forty
and send them out on their own line,”

“How many can you take in a
night?”

“That depends on you. The syndi-
cate will give you a list, telling just
where the machines are and how is
the easiest way to get in. Suppose
you only knock over one joint with
three machines in it a night. You'll
make better than two-hundred bucks.
And if you don’t fool around with any
of the other stuff in the tavern you

won’t get caught. The outfit will turn’

you in if you start lifting any cash
or cigarettes from the joints. It is
strictly slot-machines.”

We talked for a while longer. I
told him I would see him and let him
know about it later, and went down

way meee er en

to get a ticket on the sixth race.

I mulled it over for a week. The
more I thought about it, the easier
it seemed, It may have been cutting
the corners a bit, but I’ll admit as
long as there wasn’t steel bars in the
picture, I wasn’t squeamish about
sliding by close to the line. ;

I looked the guy up and told him
I was interested. He told me where
to go to get fixed up.

ERHAPS I should stop here for a
minute and explain why I am not
naming these fellows. I know who
they are, but their names will go out
with me when the old rope cracks my
neck. They aren’t the top men in the
racket. They were just stooges like

It wouldn’t do any good to name the
top men either. The law says the
man who pulls the trigger of the gun
is guilty. I’m the guy who pulled the
trigger.

nyhow, I went down to a ware-
house near the waterfront. I told
them who had sent me and what I
wanted. There was a little checking.
up, and when they found out I was
okay and knew how to keep my trap
shut, they gave me the works.

First, they gave me a big pair of
bolt clippers.

“Nearly every one of the spots have ©
the back doors locked by a padlock °

through a couple of eye bolts,” the
fellow explained. “These clippers
will go through them like a knife
through butter. Almost all of the
machines are bolted to the wall and
you'll need the clippers’ to chew
through the chain.”

He gave me a list of spots, with
diagrams how to get into them and
where the machines were located.

“LESTER RORICK
“We made enough to cut him in.”

“You empty ’em of the dough,” he
explained. “Bring the machines here
in your car. Just drive right in and
we'll unload them and give you forty
bucks each.”

It was easy as shooting fish. Every :

time we’d clean up one list, the syndi-
cate had another list ready. There
was never any kick on the
and they liked the way we worked.

~ Cracking the taverns was easy, too.
“The list always had those out in the
sticks where there weren’t any cops
“around.

“. We'd park the car about a block

ay-off -

‘away and sneak down the alley. When ~~

“we got the machines out in‘the alley,
we'd drive up ... load them in...
‘and drive off.
’ Things were going fine. Jack and
I were both in the long green.
Jack is married, and his wife has
a kid brother named Lester Rorick.
One evening while we were sitting
.around, the kid got to beefing about
being laid off and being short of
* money.
We asked him if he wanted to come
into the racket. He jumped at it.
Naturally, Jack’s wife didn’t know
what we were doing, so we told the
-kid to keep his trap shut. We really
didn’t need him, but an extra guy to
keep a lookout wouldn’t do any harm
‘and we were making enough to cut
him in for some without hurting us.
»- On the morning of November 25th,
we took some machines into the ware-
house and got a new list. .
. “You guys want to watch your-
/ self,” the guy there told us. “The

other outfit is burned up the. way”

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102

nothing on which to hold O’Donnell,
and our whole case would blow up.

There was only one thing to do, I
decided, and sending Rorick out of the
room, I summoned his sister and her
husband.

“Lester’s in a bad spot,” I told them.
“And he’s making it worse by refusing
to answer questions. If he makes a
clean breast of things, there’s a chance
that the court will take it into consid-
eration. Otherwise ” JI broke off,
letting them guess at the rest.

A quick shudder passed over the
sister’s face. She glanced at her hus-
band, then turned back to me. “Can
you give me a few minutes alone with
him, Chief?”

This was what I had hoped for. I told
Mahoney to take her to the office in
which her brother waited.

A half-hour passed. Then I heard
footsteps outside the door. It was Ro-
rick and his sister returning. But this
was a different youth from the one
who had left the room a short time
before. His eyes were red, and I could
see he had been crying. It was evident
that his sister’s entreaties had moved
him.

“~7ES, I was in the tavern job all

right, Chief,” he confessed. “Jack
and Joe O’Donnell were with me. It
was Joe who killed Sickles. Who shot
Stevens I don’t know.” And then
quickly, as if to get it over with, he
plunged into the happenings of that
tragic night.

The three of them had hijacked ma-
chines before, he said, and he had
looked on this as merely another rou-
tine job. But when the officers came
and the shooting started, he lost his
head.

“I never figured on anything like
that,” he cried. “When Joe raised his
shotgun and the cop fell, I got fright-
ened. All I could think of was to get
away. Then the other cop dropped, and
I ran out through the door. I was so
confused I hurried away from my car
instead of toward it.

“When I noticed it and turned, I
saw there were two guns in my hand
—a .38 that I picked up in the tavern
and my own Mauser. My first thought
was to throw them away, and as they
hit the pavement, one gun went off.
That’s how I got wounded.”

Then, he said, he found the car. Joe
was waiting for him and the two
drove to the home of a man named
Jurey, to whom Joe explained that
his friend had met with an accident.
Rorick’s sister was notified, and she
drove down later to take him home.

It was a complete recital of the
events of that night, and with Rorick’s
signature on the confession, I got busy
at once. My first move was to send a
wire to the Los Angeles police asking
them to seek out Joe O’Donnell at the
address Rorick had given me. Then I
had Jack O’Donnell brought in.

But we got little out of him. An old
offender---“stir wise”’-—-he denied that
he had any part in the affair. Even
Rorick’s confession failed to shake
him and convinced that further grill-

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ing was useless, I sent him to a cell.
However, I was not unduly worried,
for I felt we already had sufficient evi-
dence against him. My principal con-
cern now was to locate his brother Joe.

It was 7 a.m. and no answer had
come to my wire. The hours passed
without word from Los Angeles, and
I began to get worried. Had something
gone wrong? Was the address Rorick
furnished me a phoney? Or—and this
thought discouraged me most—had Joe
skipped before the officers got there?

Sending for Rorick, I was about to
quizz him again when the telegram
came. Joe O’Donnell had been taken
_-was at this moment in the hands of
the Los Angeles police!

Detectives had quietly surrounded
the Hollywood apartment house where
he was staying and then, slipping up-
stairs, had captured him and a young
woman companion before he had time
to resist.

Searching the place as a matter of
routine, they were amazed to find
opium pipes and two cans of yen shee
in the icebox. And when they were
preparing to leave, a peculiar thing
happened.

Someone knocked on the door and
started to enter without waiting for a
response. Seeing the detectives, the
man whirled and broke into a run. One
of the officers, puzzled by this strange
behavior, followed and caught the
newcomer halfway down the hall. A
few well-put questions established the
man’s identity. He was Eddie Weber, a
notorious bank robber for whom the
police had long been searching!

1 ia word came that the last of the
murderous trio was in the hands
of the law, I immediately had extra-
dition papers prepared. Meanwhile, I
checked Rorick’s story.

If there was any doubt in my mind
as to its truthfulness, it was quickly
dispelled, for not only did he tell us
where to find the shotgun with which
Joe O’Donnell had killed Officer
Sickles, but in re-enacting the crime
admitted that it must have been he,
himself, who had shot Stevens!

“He insists on having the same number
as his automobile license plates.”

Three days later the papers were
ready, and Mahoney and I left for Los
Angeles to bring back the prisoner.
Rorick had tipped us off that Joe’s
automobile contained a secret com-
partment in which important evidence
might be discovered, and on arriving,
our first inquiry was about the car.

We were disappointed to learn that
it had not been found, and we re-
quested the California authorities to
broadcast its description and license
number. This was done, and late on the
second day the machine was located in
a Hollywood garage. It was removed
at once to headquarters, where it was
subjected to a rigorous search.

So cleverly had the compartment
been hidden that it was necessary to
take the car almost to pieces to find it.
But the hunt was well worth the
trouble, for secreted in the machine
were electric caps, tools, fuses, drills,
even several vials of nitroglycerine—
everything needed to crack a safe or
open a vault!

The next day Mahoney started. back
with the car while I boarded a plane
with the prisoner. On the trip home,
O’Donnell had little to say.

Only once did he break his sullen
silence. Leaning forward, he fixed his
eyes on my face and grated, “I made
just one mistake in this business.”

“What was that?”

His lips drew back in a snarl. “I
should have done what Leo Hall did in
that Bremerton mass murder case—
kill them all! Then there would have
been no one left to squeal!” °

Arriving in Seattle, I took O’Don-
nell at once to the city jail and lodged
him in a break-proof cell not far from
his brother and Rorick. The three were
arraigned on the following day, and
their trial date was set for the coming
fall.

Later, at Rorick’s request, a separate
hearing was granted him. On Novem-
ber 21, 1936, the two brothers faced
the jury alone.

It proved a sensational trial. Jack
O'Donnell still claimed that he had
not been present when the killings
occurred, that he had been home with
his wife—an alibi that was backed by
his brother and _ sister-in-law. But
Rorick’s dramatic story, supported by
state evidence, was overwhelming
proof to the contrary, and ten days
after the trial began, the jury brought
in a verdict of guilty. Jack O’Donnell
was given a life penalty, and Joe, con-
fessed murderer of Officer Sickles, was
sentenced to death on the gallows.

Two weeks later, Rorick’s trial
opened. It was one of the briefest on
record. Because of his signed confes-
sion, he attempted little in the way of
defense and on December 17 — after
only nine minutes of deliberation—
the jury found him guilty. He was
sentenced to spend the rest of his days
in prison.

In this way did we round up and see
punished the cowardly slayers of our
two fellow officers. While the Mosaic
penalty of a life for a life was exacted
in only one case, we felt that the mer-
ciless “cop killings” were satisfactorily
avenged.

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LL die with a rope around my mitted my guilt. It isn’t a plea for Some of our deals were not the kind On
neck! mercy, for Ill be dead when it’s that mother would have sanctioned, long
In the early morning they'll lead printed. but when we found out how much “Ww
me out into the prison yard at I want to leave behind me a mem- sucker money there was loose and i good’
Walla Walla. Ill walk up the ory for a group of men. : how easy it was to get, well, -we just i “T
thirteen steps. They’ll drop the I want them to know that when _ sort of drifted along taking it easy. i Wha’
black cap over my head and cinch the Joe O’Donnell is swung. .- - they There’s not much use going into } He
knot up in back of my ear. killed him. that. I’ll start by saying we were a i He
The chaplain will say: “May God It won't be the first time they’ve couple of “wise guys” by the Spring | gang
have mercy on your soul. . ris killed! of 1935. We were out to the Long- i up b:
The trap will drop and I will die, You see, they killed the two cops, acres Race track watching the ponies i Ih
a condemned murderer. too. ‘ gallop and putting a few bucks now ‘ rack:
I am not cringing or crying. It is No, my mind isn’t wandering. I and then on what we thought were i sort «
id too late for that. There have been haven’t gone “stir nutty.” I know feed-box cinches. : } oN
three trials. Right from the start I what I am talking about. We met a few of the boys from } “re y
it have admitted my guilt. I have never I pulled the trigger on my 32, all around town who were in the money your
changed my story. I am guilty as right. I felt the recoil of the butt and cutting the corners about like we uA
hell, legally, of murder... but please inmy hand when the shells exploded. were doing. A race track is a great beer
remember, I said legally. I want you I smelled the acrid powder. I heard spot to meet. You are bound to run buck
to be the judge after you have finished the dying groans. into the gang out there. Ponies and ~- two
with the story. : I put the slugs in Sickles and easy dough go together like ham and and
I killed two policemen. Trent Stevens. eggs. sor
Sickles and Ted Stevens... and they But I didn’t murder them! “Who are you doing, these days?” cent.
_ deserved to live. They were men with They were killed by the slot one of the guys greeted me. ‘ enou
. guts. They were too brave ...they machine racket. I am being hanged “Anybody that’s loose and easy,” I Zood
walked into death in the line of duty for the slot machine syndicate. cracked back. ‘You rolling any se
because they were honest coppers. My brother Jack and I had been naturals lately?” \ unc
But, to get back to the reason why around a little, but there was never He grinned and answered that he’s j man:

I am_ writing this piece. It isn’t to anything serious. We were never con- got enough to buy a couple of tickets 4 hunc
justify what I did, for I have ad- vieted or had any criminal record. on his favorite nags. and

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“They busted up all
the slot machines. -
Now they call them
pin ball games.’’

BROTHER——=

‘Jack and | had. been
around a little Vl admit,
but we had a, record.”

the kind One thing led to another and before
actioned, vig. ted asked: © .
w much “Want to get in on something
jose and ood?”

_-we just “I never passed any sure shots, yet.

it easy. What’s on your mind?”

ing into He spilled it. .

» were a He says there are two slot machine
e Spring gangs in town and they are cleaning
ie Long- up big dough. ; :

1e ponies I had heard about the slot machine
icks NOW racket, but I always figured it was
sht were sort of a nickel snatching business.

. “Nickel snatching, huh?” he laughs.

oys from “Tf you’re good at figures, try this on
ie money your cash register,
t like we “A slot machine in any kind of a
5s a great beer joint will take in at least forty
id to run bucks a week. The good joints have
ynies and two or three and some of the dime
ham and and quarter machines,

“The joint owner gets forty per
se days?” cent, or fifty if he squawks loud
,, enough. Anyhow, each machine is
i easy,” I pood for fwenty, back? a = eae.
ling any se you've only got a string of a

; Paulsen: machi and ‘that ain’t
i that he’s many machines. ou can dump a
of tickets hundred machines in any little town,

and these boys are operating the
whole Northwest.”

I did a little adding, and the figures
were plenty big.

“But that don’t get me nothing,” I
says. “They've got their racket and
from what I hear they’re tough enough
so that I don’t want no part of
muscling-in.”

He gives me sort of a sly grin, and
says: “You just about guessed it.”

“You mean muscle-in on them?”

I 4 “No. I said there were two outfits
N T operating. And with two outfits and

that kind of dough, it means that one.

“THE ONE TOUGH PART——
a — about passing out on the rope
is leaving Gwen Rogers behind.”

; busted up all
slot machines. -
they call them
vall games.””

HE WALKED INTO IT—— re
Peeq'‘l pulled the trigger of the gun that 4%
killed Trent A. Sickles. Ill hang for it.” & ig

the guns and car.
‘le job of trying to

| medical attention;

racket,

in the tavern were
dicate. The used
lollars. There had

the district, very

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Ne Car to go on,
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people who might
stool pigeons,” but

Chief of Detectives Ernie Yoris gets his man. Joe O'Don-
nell has little chance of escaping the fate in store for him.
Chief Yoris headed the investigation for the capture of the
bandit killers and ferreted out another mob while looking
for the slayers of the two patrolmen. Every rat has a
hide-out, and the human rats who holed up in this bunga-
low were properly taken from their lair with well-aimed
tear gas bombs.

alone AND I WERE in an uptown cigar store
one night when a fellow, whose name natu-
rally cannot be revealed, sidled up.

“T see Joe is in the dough, again.”

“Mean Joe Lang of the old Pom Pom Club 2”

“Yah. Sporting a new car and flashing green
stuff around.”

At the mention of a new car, my ears pricked
up with interest.

“Where’s he been connecting?” I asked, for I
knew Joe had been scraping bottom for awhile.

“Don’t know, but he and Joe Neal have been
palsy-walsy lately, along with a bird named
‘Tollywood’.”

That was all I could glean at the time, but it gave mea
lead.

Joe was one of the harmless hangers-on of crookdom.
He had been in the alky-running game in Tacoma during
Prohibition and picked up a pile. He came to Seattle and
dropped it all when he took over the Pom Pom Club, on
Profanity Hill, after Georgie Moore, its pimp owner, shot
and killed Frankie Ray in a battle over a prostitute.

Kuehl and I tailed them and found there were two others

in the gang. A pasty-faced punk by the name of Carl
Thomas, whose worst record was being a thief and card
sharper, and a Dale Arthur.

Arthur was in the clear, with the exception of the time
that we had worked him over after a safe job and he alibied
out.

It was a queer mob, but one to watch.

And the watching proved interesting.

I COULDN'T SEE JOE IN THE Tavern slaying; although Neal
and Hollywood (or J. T. Hull, his real name) were both
the killer type and fitted into a murder picture very nicely,

Neal, a former policeman, who had been thrown off the
force for bootlegging, had been mixed up in a number of
scrapes, including the famous Naniamo, British Columbia,
bank robbery, but we had never been able to pin him, until
he took on the Bon Marche payroll stickup. He and several
others took a $200,000 job right in the center of Seattle,
and had to use their guns.

Neal spent a stretch in Walla Walla penitentiary for it.

Hollywood, a known safecracker with a string of con-
victions all over the Coast and Canada, had been a pal of
William Bagley, the West’s worst bad man. Bagley had
also had a finger in the Naniamo job, and this probably tied
Hollywood to Neal.

They were bad men, but I couldn’t figure them on such a
small job as slot machine hi-jackings, for they played dan-
gerously for big pots.

We found that the mob did a lot of sightseeing around
the city . . . and always around plants that were known to
carry a quantity of cash in their safes.

It was after the first of the year that we figured the gang
were ready to spring a job. They had spent plenty of time
“casing” the Wonder Bread Bakery, on Jackson Street. I
went to Chief Yoris. I told him what Kuehl and I had been
able to pick up.

“What do you want to do?” Yoris asked.

“Nab ’em on the job,” I said, knowing that there is no
harder a crime to convict on than a safe job, unless you
actually catch the crooks in front of an open safe.

I explained what [ had in mind. The mob would probably
wait until Saturday night for the big receipts the drivers
would bring in for the delivery of two days’ supply of bread.

We would be waiting for them when they came in.

It took plenty of planning to get all the details of our
ambush in readiness. Ernie Winters and I voluntecred to
wait for the yeggs in the office (Continued on page 84)

sentence

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n page 19

t have been
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leased him.
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who had mur= ="

n, however. I

knew that if Stevens and Sickles had any-
way of knowing, they would be glad that
in searching for their slayers, we had routed
out a rats nest of bandits as deadly as the
ones they had encountered.

Ne Hollywood and Arthur all received
life sentences for being habitual crimi-
nals after we had convicted them on the
Wonder Bread job. We also filed charges
against the attorney and Joe Lang as
accessories, but they beat the rap.

Kuehl and I went back to work on the
original tavern killing case. We spent
three months running down clues that all
petered out.

On April first, three things happened
nearly simultaneously.

First, Chief of Police J. W. Tribble, of
the little city of Bremerton across Puget
Sound, telephoned.

“T don’t know how much there is to this,”
he began. “But, a bird I’ve got over here
says you ought to pick up John O’Donnell
and ask him about the killing of Sickles and
Stevens. He claims that O’Donnell was
mixed up in the slot machine racket and
quit in a hurry after the murder. I thought
I would pass it along to you.”

Second, William H. Sears, veteran County
detective, and at present Chief of the Seat-
tle police, gave us a lead. ‘

“T can’t tell you where this came from
but there’s a punk kid named Lester Rorick
you should look over on that tavern kill-
ing,” he told us.

Third, two boys found sixteen dollars
worth of nickels in the Denny Regrade sec-
tion of the city.

These three facts, as unrelated a8 they .

look at a glance, were vitally connected."

W: FOUND that John O’Donnell was mar-

ried to Lester Rorick’s sister. And-that ~

they had an apartment near the place where
the boys found the cache of nickels.

It was apparent that the nickels had been
dumped by slot machine raiders as “hot”,

’ for to be questioned-and have to explain so

many nickels, would be a’ difficult job.

Kueh! and J ‘were slightly acquainted
with John O’Donnell.. He had been flirting
with the penitentiary for a long time, pull-
ing petty jobs and shady deals. We had one
session with him when he had attempted
a blackmail plot.

We knew him to be a tough customer,
and not an easy man to force to talk, un-
less we had the goods on him.

Rorick seemed to be the best bet. He was
a weak-faced kid. We paid a little, not too
social call on him one night. We started in
by asking him questions about the slot ma-
chine racket. He denied everything and in-
sisted that he worked as a marine scaler,
but did not spend much time on the. job.

_ While we were talking to him, Rorick .

got up from his chair and walked into the
bedroom to get some cigarettes.
Kuehl jerked at my sleeve.
“Did you notice?” he whispered.
“You mean the limp?” I answered.
“Yeh, let’s give it to him!”

When Rorick came back in the room, I -

moved my chair close to his.
“Listen, Rorick,” I said. “We are really
here to talk to you about the Elks Tavern.”
I watched his face blanch.
“What do you mean?” :
“You know what I mean. Two coppers
were killed out there. I think you had bet-
ter start telling us about it. You might be
able to sing yourself out of the hot seat.”

Ron vigorously denied he knew any-
thing about the tavern killing.

“Roll up your pants leg!” Kuehl snapped
at him. ;

- A livid scar was across Rorick’s left
knee.

“How did you get that??? ">

“In an accident.” nS ip ¢

“Where?” ;

Rorick sputtered an explanation that
sounded as phony as it really was.

I leaned closer to Rorick.*' “) ~

“You know it was coppéts who’ got
bumped at the tavern. Some of the boys are
pretty sore about it. There is talk that the”
guys who killed them will never be brought
into Headquarters alive.”

Rorick fidgeted in_his. chair. Bet

“Suppose John O’Donnell talks’ ‘first.
Where does that leave you? He cops a
plea and you've got to go to the chair, that’s
if you live that long.” | ">

“John?” Rorick gasped.’ “What do you

‘mean if John talks first? Have you seen

him?”

“Sure. He’s just waiting to make a deal
so he can cop a’ plea. He’s going to blame
you for the killings, saying that he was just
the lookout and you plugged ’em.”

It was,a wild guess, but it hit home.

“He lies!” Rorick shouted. “I was the
lookout. Joe and John killed them. I didn’t
even want to go with them. I had’ my hands
up when they shot ’em.” Lars abeh

The confession came so quickly, and so
startlingly that -I believe Rorick. could
have gotten up and walked out of the apart-
ment before either Kuehl. or I came to.

“You mean Joe O’Donnell, John’s brother, °
did the shooting, too?” I asked, remember-.
ing that Joe had also been mixed up in the
blackmail scrape. — Stay a ’

“They, were both in the booth when. the
coppers came in. I was taking the clock
down. from the wall. I wanted to give up.
I knew we were caught, but they blasted

_ the two coppers.” . : :
“How ‘did you get shot?” Kuehl asked |¢

him. > - ;

“I was so scared after the shooting, I ran
out of the place, I.dropped my gun and it
went off, hitting me in the knee.” °- iv
W: Hustiep Rorick back to Headquar-

ters and had him dictate a_complete’
confession. We picked up John O’Donnell
that same night. He hung tough, even in
the face of Rorick’s confession. His wife
tried an alibi, saying that he was home on
the night of the tavern killings. he ;

We learned that Joe O’Donnell was in
California. A wire to the police there got’
him. He also tried for an alibi, A girl by
the name of Gwen Rogérs, whom he was
living with, claimed -he -had beer’ with her
in California at the time+of the slayings.-

Joe finally broke and admitted that he
had been in the tavern. He said that he
had fired the shotgun that killed’ Stevens.
He insisted that his brother, John, was not
with them, and tried to make a deal to plead
guilty and get his brother released.

We went to trial. A jury found all three
guilty. Rorick and John O’Donnell were
given life sentences and Joe O’Donnell was
sentenced to be hanged. John and Joe ap-
pealed and a second jury brought back the
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someone was trying to get in and tell me
something. The thumping stopped when I
had told the police I killed the woman and
policeman.

“Then I got scared and thought maybe
I could beat the hot spot., I pleaded not
guilty. The thumping started harder and
harder and just a few minutes ago I knew
it was God telling me to get right with
the judge down here just as I must get
right with Him up there. :

“I just had to tell the judge my confes-
sion was right. I couldn’t stand the thump-
ing any longer. Everything the confession
said was true except the part about assault-
ing the woman. I want everybody to know
I didn’t do that. I just killed her to get
the rings.

“The thumping has stopped again now.”

Judge Adams reconvened court. He
called Bennett to the bar and asked if he

TRAPPING THE SLUG

where the safe was located. Kuehl was in
charge of the outside crew. He lined up
a row of men in a school opposite the bak-
ery. Martin Cleary guarded the alley from
an apartment. Mario Zuari took the cor-
ner. He had a deadly spot. It was neces-

sary to instruct the men to carry. their fire’

only to the edge of the building, and for
Cleary to hold: his gun, so as to not shoot
Zuari who: held: down the corner post.

\\aeet ee I mapped out our strategy
for upstairs in. the office. An “L”
shaped counter ran around the office to a
little room where the safe was kept.
took the first corner of the “L” and Win-
ters the hack corner.’ .- A, a
Our plait was for both of us to stay hid-
den ‘until the: mob was between us. We
would ‘flash our guns on them and then
pull on the lights for the rest of the gang
to come in and pick them up and to grab
the rest of the gang that was on guard.
We took.the night watchman, Martin
Sorenson, a courageous old Finn, in on the:
plan. He was to let the. mob come into
the bakery and go ahead with the job ‘until
we nabbed them. It took guts for him to
play: our game, for there was a chance
they might bump him before they even
started the job of cracking the safe.» But
he was willing ‘to take the chance,
On the night-of January -sixth, Winters
and-I drove-up to the bakery in the back
of a bread truck. We went upstairs and
took our places. We were both armed with
sawed-off shotguns.
I fixed a strong cord to a light chain
and then dimmed the rest of the lights.
“Look,” I told Winters. “We're going
to have to be careful in case there is shoot-
ing that we don’t shoot each other.”

HE ‘STAIRWAY TO THE OFFICE came up a

well along‘the side of the “L” where
I was. to wait. The passageway cut back
along. the side of the well and then turned
down’ to where Winters had his hiding
place. -
“Remember, and don’t move from your
position and then I’ll know where you are
all the time,” I told him. “I'll keep in my
spot so you won't blast me.” ;

It was a tough, tense Wait. We arrived
at the bakery at seven o’clock. We did not
dare move around or even talk, for we
weren’t sure just what time the mob would
arrive. By one o'clock we were both so
stiff we could scarcely move.

At one-forty-five, I heard footsteps

downstairs. Whispered commands,
Footsteps on the stairway.
I clenched my gun.

entered the plea of guilty because he was
guilty,

“Ves, sir,” was the prompt answer,

“No one talked you into this?” the judge
continued.

“No; sir; I’m guilty and_I want to plead
guilty and get right with God.” ;

‘The melodrama ended when the jury
filed in'a few minutes later with the death
verdict. A few days later Judge Adams
formally sentenced the convicted Jekyll-
Hyde. >, .

HEN» BENNETT was transferred from

the Dallas County jail to the Texas
penitentiary at Huntsville, officials there
recalled that’ when’ the little Negro had
been in the penitentiary before on the jew-
elry robbery, one of his duties as trusty
had been dusting off the electric chair.

Now another trusty was assigned to prepare

the grim seat for the former caretaker.

NICKEL POLICE SLAYERS

There were breathless, tense moments.
From my position I could see Thomas
coming. up the stairs first. He had an

‘automatic in his hand, Behind: him was

Hollywood with another pistol. Neal was
last, with a sawed-off shotgun.

For just a second the thought flashed in
my mind. Sickles and Stevens had been

killed with a pistol and sawed-off shotgun.

I lifted my gun. I turned to follow them
with the barrel of my gun as Thomas made
the head of the stairs and made ready to
turn down the passageway outside the
counter,

There was a noise.

In the silence it sounded as loud as the
roll of drums.

Turning, my foot had scraped against the
oor, ;

HOMAS JERKED AROUND. He was look-
ing straight down at me.

I could watch his pistol hand raise, It
seemed as though I was fascinated by the
short barrel of his gun, It came up in a
line with my head.

I thought of Stevens and Sickles lying
in the Tavern with: blood running from
their dead bodies. I wondered if I would
snp way. Where the bullet would hit
me
.I don’t know how fast ‘these’ pictures
flashed through my brain, but there was
only a split second until there was a roar-
ing crash. :

It was my gun that had spit fire first.

Thomas went hurtling back.

I jumped BR

Neal and Hollywood had started down
the stairs.

I ran around the counter to the balus-
trade and fired.

I saw a bottle come flying through the
air at me. The same second a voice cried,
“My God, Dick!”

I turned around.

Winters was just lowering his gun.

“I damn near shot you,” he said weakly.
-. I realized, then, I had run straight into
the line of his fire. I, who had ordered
we keep our. «places ahad broken my,own
order and ha nearly ‘been killed for it.

A tee OF GUNS sounded from outside.
“& There was a scream. I could pick out
that ‘Zuari had started to fire.

I jerked on the light. We looked at
Thomas. My ‘shot had ‘killed him. We
ran downstairs. Kuehl came in. He had
Arthur with him. .A trickle of. blood
streaked down from Arthur’s chin.

“Where are the rest of them?” I asked.

“They got away ... but probably not

- had was the one abandoned: in front of

» were not the tavern killers who had

Efforts to have the Negro’s sentence
commuted to life imprisonment were re-
ported. As district attorney, I promptly
wrote to Governor Ferguson that if the
sentence were commuted, I would have
Bennett transferred back to Dallas on a
bench warrant and try him for the murder
of Officer Lanford. There was no further
talk of commutation.

And early on the morning of August 18,
R. T. Bennett walked calmly from the
death cell and down the corridor at the
Huntsville penitentiary, told detectives he
was “right with God”, and wrote finis to
the perplexing, tragic story of Smiley Bu-
chanan.

To protect innocent persons we have
fictionized the following names: Lena
Arnold, Mr. and Mrs. John Mason, James
Dunn, Frank Wells, Rose Garfield and
sarah Roth,

From page 19

far,” Kuehl replied. “They must have been
chewed up plenty in that gun fire. We
pumped at them all the way to the corner.” ,

The night watchman, Sorenson, was lying
on the floor trussed up. We released him.

We went upstairs. Kuehl picked up the
bottle.

“What’s this?” he asked.

“Hollywood threw it at me,” I said.

Kuehl pulled out the cork and sniffed it.

“My God!” he cried. “It’s nitro-
glycerine!”

There was enough nitro in the bottle to
blow the whole bakery to smithereens.
Fortunately for us, Hollywood had been
carrying it in his hand and it was at body
heat. itroglycerine will’ not explode at
body heat.

Arthur was not badly wounded. A single
pellet from a shotgun nicked him in th
chin and he fell and stayed down until th
shooting was over. We put the screws on™
him to find out where Hollywood and Neal
had gone. He claimed that he did not
know. .

However, we did get one thing from him,
The name of a criminal attorney who had)
been involved with several shady ventures™
before. A call put through to a taxi com?
pany gave us the information we were
seeking. ee nee

Arthur told us that the only car thi

the bakery. The cab-dispatching office re=
ported that one of their drivers had taken
two men to the criminal attorney's Summer
home. F a4

Within the hour we surrounded ‘the
place. }

“Come out with your. hands up!” I or
dered them.

There was no sound or sign from within
the house. — oe

| KNEW the trapped Hollywood and Neal
were desperate, and I would not risk. the
chance of the rest of the boys going under’
their gun fire. It had been Yoris’ order,

“Let ’em have it,” I gave the sig

Windows crashed, as tear.gas g¢ des
burst in the house.. The boys peppered
place from all sides. } er

We waited.

Neal, Hollywood and the criminal lawyer
came running from the house. Their hands
were above their heads in surrender. m

Snes Neal and Hollywood were badly
shot. 4

We grilled them for several days, and”
when we finished, we were certain that they»
mur,

Pit

dered Stevens and Sickles, ,
There was one consolation, however.

knew that if ¢
way of knowi
in searching fo
out a rats nes!
ones they had

N& Holly,

life senten
nals after we
Wonder Bread
against the a
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original taveri
three months ;
petered out.
On April fi
nearly’ simulta:
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the little city
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BLACKOUT

AVE

OMEWHERE in the distance a

clock chimed the half-hour. As if

ata signal, three silent figures slid

out of a long black sedan into
the chill of the November night.

“All right, vou guvs. Let’s go,” one
of the men whispered

The other two dragged tools from the
car, Which was parked just across the
city limits of Seattle, at, 89th Street and
Roosevelt Way. The leader ordered the
shorter of his two companions to “Cheek
the tools.” Then he jerked a thumb at
the third man. “Turn the ear round:
get her pointed downhill,” he snapped.

Two minutes later the heavy lock ai
the front door of the Elk Tavern clat-
tered noisily to the floor, followed al-
most immediately by the big bolt-eutter
The leader snarled angrily under bis
breath, “Can that noise, you mugs!” He
switched on the radio, setting it for short-
wave

Across Roosevelt Way, Mrs. Charles
Maskell was shaking her sleepy husband
“Wake up, Charley,” she whispered,
“there’s something going on outside.”

A sharp noise made her pause, and
listen. Quite distinctly, carried through
the open bedroom window, came crack-
in¢ metallic sounds, Jike steel against
stec|,

Maskell was wide awake immediately.

He jumped from the bed and hurried to
the window. At first he saw nothing,
then he caught the silvery reflection of i
tiny light-beam in one of the stores across
the street. “Safe-crackers, by golly!”
he exclaimed, He tiptoed to the hall,
and lifted the telephone receiver

Meantime, across the street, the three
burglars worked with feverish speed.
Every move had been earefully thought
out beforeband

The leader was perspirmg as he pushed

Lester Rorick landed in a mid-
night trap. “I wasn’t even there,’
he said when accused of the
murders at Elk Tavern But he
was soon to change his story

Nadler

Woo UADLA

the drill against the hard steel. The
sharp metal biting into the ehromium
made a high musical note. Suddenly ‘it
changed. The note broke off sharply.
The leader lurched forward as the drill
plunged through the last laver of protect.
ing steel.

He jerked the electric cord from the
plug, methodically coiled iw and laid 1
on a stool beside the bar. SOkay. Get
the Jimmies and give her the works

The other two jumped. ‘They pried
With a loud erash thé steel enbinet doo:
cracked open

The leader ehuekied. “Now drag the
machines ont!” he ordered Then tn
froze tight. Behind him the racho drone:
Its piteh rose. Theo announcers vor:
ent through the tense silene

“Cars 61, 62, 63, call vour station Cn
your station immediately .”’

For long moments the three shadow:
figures stood motionless. The leader
small flashlight had gone dark with thi
first sound from the radio. The shor:
thug stirred uneasily. “You think thev'r
wise to us?” he whispered.

“Some guy at Headquarters is lone
some; wants some one to talk to,
drawled the leader “What's the mar.
ter—scarec] °°

He motioned toward the door “Gey
out there and keep vour eves open ”

Several weeks before, 1 had given
strict orders that in ease of a reported
erime, the radio should order the mer
to call the station, but not mention th:
crime involved, Furthermore, the oft
cers were not allowed to give the erook-
warning by keening their siren:

Even while the burglars wondere:
Whether the call was about them. the
police were under way

Already Officers IV. A. Sickles and. ‘I
E. Stevens in Car 63 were shdme to 5
stop before the De Luxe Hamburger
Stand, in order to use the telephone, ane
forty-three blocks to the south Ofheer:
M. A. Coons and J. WH. Karlberg skidde
Car 62 onto the driveway of Nick's Kes
taurant at Fremont. WoW. DLallard. th

MARTE! ber REvriV

Winters us 1 passed his desk.

“V’ve got_an idea,” 1 told them, “that
Just struck me, We'll try this new
angle”

For x ninute | figured my plan of
action out, trying to see how it would
work. Then I] gave it to them

“We're going to smash every slot ms-
chine and pin-ball game in Seattle. Close
up every joint.”

“Great Scot!” Mahoney exclaimed.
“You can't do that. You haven’t got the
legal right

J] waved his objection aside. “] know
we haven't got the right to do that.” J
laid plenty of emphasis on my _ next
words. “But we can threaten to get that
night. Now, these fellows who sell the
machines are in business for what they
can make out of it. We'll threaten their
livelihood. And I think if one of them
knows anything, he’ll loosen up.

“It’s your job,” I continued, “to spread
the storv where it will do the most good.
The killing of Stevens and Sickles has
created just the right atmosphere for
such a move. The public is aroused and
the slot-machine boys will be foreed to
help us, to save their own necks."

As the days slipped into weeks and
nothing happened, Mahoney and Kuehl
lost confidence, but J believed in my
huneh. And J was right

I had just taken mv new post as
Chief of Detectives, when J. W. Trib-

Detectives broke the news of
her husband’s death to Mrs.
Sickles (above). They swore
to bring their fellow offi-
cer’s murderers to justice

ble, Chef of Pohee of Bremerton, tele-
phoned that he had some one I ought to
sec. “Tt’san regard to that slot-machine

killing.” he told me.

Kuehl, Mahoney and | caught. the
next boat to the navy vard eitv and
were met by Police Captain Rondeau. At
his office he introduced us to a man wait-
ing thers

HOPE my poker face didn’t slip. My

hunch seemed to be bearing fruit. This
man, | knew, had extensive connections
with the slot-machine business

He spoke slowly, as if he had figured
out exactly what he intended saving.
“The evening of November 25th of last
year 1 staved at the Atwood Hotel in
Seattle. While 1 was shaving the next
morning, I overheard snatches of con-
versation between two men in the next
room.” He hesitated.

“What did you hear?” 1 asked.

“One man said, ‘You’re darn tootin’
he was dead. So was the other cop.’ Then
his voice dropped lower. After that ]
couldn’t hear any more.”

J was going to question the man, but
at 4 surreptitious signal from Captain
Rondeau, 1 didn’t. On our way out,
Rondeau said, “You wouldn’t have got
any more, anyhow. I think he had or-
ders from some one else to report that
much and no more.” Your rumor cam-
paign seared the wits out of the slot-

“Don’t mind me. Help
Sickles,’’ were the words o!
the dying patrolman, Ted
Stevens (above), who hac
ventured into a death trap in
an effort to aid his comrade

machine boys, Chief," he added

Of course we made a bee-line for the
Atwood Hotel when we got back 16
Seattle. From the elerk we learned thi
on the night of the killing a man. i
the name of Joseph O'Donnel) ba:
rented the room next door to our i
formant,

When we were out in the street. Kuch)
asked, “Know any Joseph O'Donnel]?

“You bet!” ] answered. “Joe has beer
in and out of jail half a dozen times, with
his brother Jack. Two tough eggs’
Liquor jobs, robbery and narcotic
charges.”

“Reefers, eh!” Mahoney commented
“They’d be just the kind who would
shoot an officer in the back.” He turned
to his partner. “Come on, let’s go and
get them.’’ :

Before nightfall these two ace detec-
tives located the men. Jack was at home.
but Joe was out.

They brought the former into mv of-
fice. He was angry and indignant, shout.
ing that he wanted his legal right~: tha:
he was a taxpayer and eouldn’t be pushed
around by any cops whenever it pleased
them. But underneath his binster ] de
tected a nervous uneasiness,

“All right, Jack,” 1 finally interrupted
him. “When you're all through raving
answer just a couple of questions ani
if the answers are right, why” |
shrugged my shoulders. “Thats al!

MASTER DETECTIVE

Detective Lieutenant Winters Searches for clues as he examines

cash register and looted slot

around told them that the killers bad
escaped

Coons returned and knelt beside the
still form. “How bad are you hurt,
Buddy ?” he asked, hoping that there still
might be life in his fellow officer. But
Sickles was dead.

“I’m taking Stevens to the hospital,”’
Coons told Karlberg, “and I'll get. the
boys out here.” As he lifted the wounded!
man gently into his prowler, he added,
“I hope it isn’t too late.”

Karlberg’s voice was tense with emo-
tion as he replied, “Those crooks will pay
for this.”’

The sharp ringing of the telephone
jerked me wide awake out. of a deep sleep.
It was two minutes past five on that
morning of November 26th, 1935. I
started unbuttoning my pajama coat,
even as the operator at Headquarters
relayed Karlberg's report.

“Have Detective Winters pick me up,”
I ordered. Within ten minutes we were
on our way to the murder scene.

In the chilly rays of the assembled
headlights, the storefronts seemed un-
real, ghostly, like the imaginative set-
ting for a motion picture crime.

But there was nothing unreal about
the inside of the tavern. In the doorway
lay Sickles! Pin-ball games and heavy
slot. machines were thrown on their
sides among the wreckage of broken
chairs.

All my life I have trained myself to
keep an unattached, impersonal attitude
when following a crime trail. T have
drilled that same attitude always into my
men. I couldn’t, however, help the angry
surge that welled through me as. T
looked at Sickles a second time.

I remembered that neither he nor
Stevens had been married so very long.
1 recalled the day when he had offered

machines at the crime scene

me, somewhat bashfully, a cigar in cele-
bration of a blessed event. And now,
because he had been unafraid, he had
died at the hands of murdering rats who
shot him in the back, I promised him
there that this would not be an unsolved
case; that, come what may, no matter
how long it might take, I’d bring these
killers to justice,

DET ECTIVE WINTERS touched my

elbow. “Two of the best liked boys
on the force, Captain,” he said softly.
Then his voice became matter-of-fact
again. “I’ve found something in the back
room.”

I followed him to a small room be-
hind the bar. Here the fleeing killers had
left a collection of tools scattered over
the floor—jimmies, a large hammer,
pliers, a hacksaw and on a stool an clec-
tric drill with its long wire neatly coiled,

As I looked the various implements
over without touching any of them, I
heard a car shding to a stop outside.
“See whether Rosenfeld is here yet,” J
told Winters.

Rosenfeld, or “Rosy” as he is affec-
tionately called by us, is King County’s
Identification Officer, and one of the
best in his line in this country. I hoped
this was as good as it seemed. If it
was, we’d get the criminals before many
days went by. I was thinking of finger-
prints on the tools and I felt almost
certain that we could trace the articles,
especially the drill and the bolt-cutter.

Rosy came in. He mumbled something
to himself as his sharp eyes flitted over
the littered scene. With silent efficiency
he went to work and | returned to the
front room.

I wanted to get a clear picture of the
crime in my mind, so called Officers
Coons aiid Karlberg over, 7 listened

carefully to their report, then turned to
Sergeant S. A. Madden, who had ar-
rived a short time before. He gave me
the names and addresses of witnesses
who had accumulated outside. 1 then
sent him to the hospital to get a re-
port on, and from, Officer Stevens. ‘As
Madden left I asked him to send Mas-
kell to me.

Charles Maskell was visibly shaken by
the tragedy. “The minute | realized
what was happening,” he told me, “]
phoned the police and went back to’ the
window. Everything was dark then,
and at first I thought that perhaps the
burglars had got scared and left. Just
then a car came sliding up and two offi-
cers got out. I watched them, never
thinking that this could happen.”

He stopped and nodded sadly toward
the doorway. “I guess that’s one of your
men. You know, Captain,” he con-
tinued, “we citizens don’t really think
enough of the boys who are out all night,
taking chances for us,”

“Yes,” I agreed, “there’s a lot of truth
in that. What happened next ?”

“The two officers seemed to examine
the door locks and then, as near as |
could tell, they went into the tavern
The next second there was a lot. of
shooting.”’

Another neighbor elbowed his Way
forward. “My name’s Fred Winkler, |
saw the men,” he said grimly. “There
were three of them; one ran west) on
89th and the other two east.”

Maskell nodded assent, “That's right,
I saw three of them run out of the
tavern door.”

“Can you give me a description of
them ?”

Maskell screwed his face into concen-
tration. “Not very good, Captain. It
was pretty dark and they wore dark
suits. At least,” he corrected himself,
“two of them did. The other had on a
lighter coat, or perhaps a sweater, I'm
not sure which.’”’

All seemed quiet in the Elk Tav
ern when Officer Trent Sickles
entered on a burglar hunt. But
suddenly through the darkness
came a flash of flame. The
next instant Sickles lay dead

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By ERNEST W. YORIS

Chief of Detectives, Seattle, Wash.
As told to LLOYD LLEWELL

operator at Precinct Six, gave the otti-
vers Maskell’s report, adding, “Get them,
boys. But be careful.”

Sickles’ voice came over the wire,
“Okay, Lilly, we’re on our way.”

In the Elk Tavern, meanwhile, the two
burglars had gone back to work, lulled
into false security by the early morning
quet, The third still stood guard out-
sade. They had turned aside the steel
wails of the cabinet and dragged slot
machines and pu-ball games into the
nain room. “Okay, fellow,” the leader
vlispered happily, “now we're all set.”

the lookout came tiptoeing in, “Car
roming,” he whispered. “T think it’s the
cops.

The leader became cold and hard.
‘Close that door!” he snapped.

\s the latch clicked softly, he pushed
che shorter thug toward his left. “Stand
‘here, and if one of those cops sticks his
nose in here, let him have it with the
shotgun.”

tle motioned to the other. “Get over
there. And don’t forget you got a
vunt”

Outside, Stevens and. Sickles slowed
their prowler car down to a crawl. The
heam from their spotlight threw a cold,
vlaring brilliance over the store fronts.
‘Looks like a false alarm,” Sickles mur-
mured to his partner. ‘Everything
-eems shipshape.”

‘They stopped the car and climbed out.
\ few feet away stood a black Ford.
stevens’ hand slipped over the radiator.
“Cold,” he told bis partner. “Hasn't
heen used since last night.” He turned
coward the buildings. “Ull take a look
«the back. Meet. you in front.”

But when he had circled the rear and

‘ome back to the front, Sickles wa in
swht. Stevens, gun and flashlight in

aand, checked the door of the drug store
tthe corner. [t was locked. He went on.
Suddenly he halted. His flashlight was
‘oeussed on the door of the Elk Tavern.
\ minute or two ago it had been closed.
Now it was slightly ajar. Next) moment
ie eaught the gleam of the treshly cut

HECEMBER, LUO

metal on the bhasp of the door lock.

Softly he sidled forward, wondering
where Sickles could be.

Then things happened. ‘Through the
wlass of the door he saw Sickles standing
in the center of the tavern, the outline
of his body revealed by the blaze of his
flashlight. He saw more—a shadow
creep behind the officer, the barrel of a
shotgun raise.

Avery of warning sprang from Stevens’
lips as he hurled himself forward,
slammed against the door, and stnashed
through it.

But he was too late. Guntire split
the calm early morning air. The pistol
im tus hand roared, streaking at an
orange spear of fire that lanced at him.

ile staggered, struck in the abdomen.
Che gun fell from. his hand, then he
sank slowly to his knees. One hand still
held the burning flashhght.

‘That’s how Officers Coons and Karl-
here found him a few minutes later, as
they brought their careening car to a
stop.

Kor a brief second the two patroimen
misunderstood the situation.

“Stevens has the front covered. Sickles
must be in the baek,” Coons observed.

But as be raced toward the kneeling
man, he realized his error. “Cyood Lord,
Ted,” he gasped, “you're hurt!”

‘The wounded officer feebly waved his
flashlight toward the tavern door. “Never
mind me, Matt,” he mumbled. “Help
Sickles, he’s hit worse than me.” And
with that he sighed deeply and tumbled
on his face. He had done his job nobly,
to the last ounce of his strength, like the
hrave officer he was.

tis colleagues’ faces were grim as they
stepped into the tavern. Their flash-
lights swept over the scene. They saw
Sickles lying on the floor. A quick glance

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Winkler remarked, ‘lo me they
seemed about medium build. One man
was sort of tall, one short and stumpy
and the third in between.” He came a
little closer and his voice dropped. “You
know what I think, Captain? I think
the two that were running east, tried
to kill the other one. I sure heard an
extra shot and then the fellow yelped,
‘’m hit!’ I didn’t hear anything more
after that and it was too dark to see.”

i thanked the two, returned to the
tavern and made another survey. A gun
was lying near the slain officer. I quick-
ly identified it as our standard equip-
ment, issued to Sickles. It hadn’t been
fired. However, the shot that had killed
him had also struck the lower portion of
a pendulum clock and stopped it at ex-
actly four-fifty-six.

DETECTIVES KUEHL and Mahoney
reported that Stevens had tried to
tell them something about a Ford sedan,
license No. 58-11. “I found a. tire print
of that car, Chief,” Mahoney told me,
“and have the boys out on it now.”

But that clue blew up almost imme-
diately. Harry Cottles, who ran a bakery
near by, informed Detective Winters that
the print was made by his Ford, License
50411; that he had left it out all night,
forgetting to put it into his garage.

| returned to Headquarters and began
laying out a campaign that didn’t look
any too promising. However, help came
unexpeetedly. A man walked into my
oflice and asked if I were Captain Yoris.
{ nodded. :

“My name’s William K. Tetzloff, 4022
Stone Way,” he told me, dropping a
clanking bundle on my desk. “I handle
4 truck for the Golden Rule Dairy Com-
pany. This morning T was driving along
NOth Street toward Roosevelt Way and
| found these.”

le opened the bundle, exposing two
snaller ones. Even through the hand-
kerehiefs L could see they were. guns.

Chief Ernest Yoris, co-author
(above), conducted the investi-
gation, and played a hunch that
cornered the killers. Guarded by
officers, Joe (center) and John
O’Donnell (right) walk to court

DECEMBER, 1940

“These rods were lying in the road,” he
continued, “so I picked them up care-
fully and wrapped them up—you know,
to protect the fingerprints you fellows
always want.”

One was 2 Mauser automatic, No.
299145, with one shot fired. The other
was a white, bone-handled Colt. revolver,
with three empty shells. I immediately
had Levi Bradley check the weapons
for fingerprints, but we drew a blank
there. Apparently the killers had wiped
them clean before discarding them. A
later check proved that Stevens had been
shot with the Colt.

Mahoney suggested that the small
arms might have been obtained in a
burglary at the Aronson Hardware Com-
pany. Similar guns had been stolen from
there on November 10th. I ordered him
to check on that, but we couldn’t estab-
lish any connection.

Then came the sad news that Stevens
had died in spite of all four doctors could
do. As word of this spread through Se-
attle, resentment against the killers grew
rapidly. Of course we were deluged
with demands to do something and
with an avalanche of false clués. Every
available officer of both the city and
county was on the job, hour after hour,
without relief, and ironically, without
results.

I had two dim rays of hope. One was
the chance that Rosy might find a vital
print among those at the tavern. The
other thing I hoped might help us was
the fact that one of the bandits had
been wounded.

Already crews of detectives were as-
signed to the latter clue. Kvery under-
ground hideout was being combed for a
recently wounded man. Every lodging
house, every hotel, was being checked.
Doctors for miles around were warned
to be on the lookout. Hospitals were
searched, Yet nowhere did a wounded
man turn up.

Rosenfeld eame in to report, and one

look at his long face told the story.
“Well?” I asked.

“No luck,” he answered laconically.
“Gloves!”

That ended the first hope.

I began to realize that we were dealing
with cool, calculating criminals, who cure-
fully planned to cover their trail.

I summoned Kuehl and Mahoney to
my office. The job I had figured out for
them was a tough one, but I knew they
wouldn’t give up. “Trace the drill and
the bolt-cutter.. Don’t stop until you've
got the answer.”

Weeks slipped by. The two officers
worked store after store personally,
checking sales slips and inyoices, hunting
up discharged employees who might re-
member something. Their efforts seemed
a waste of time. Then Mahoney had a
bright idea. “Who,” he asked his part-
ner, “would be the most likely buyer
of these tools?”

“Garages.”

“Okay, then let’s try it from that end.”
They did and, late in December, had
their first real break. At least that’s how
it seemed to them at the time. They
located a garage man who recognized
the drill as one that had been stolen
from him. His reputation was ace-high
in the community and the theft was veri-
fied by a number of employees. Mahoney
and Kuehl checked at the store where
he had bought the drill and found that
to be correct.

These two officers reported to me just
before noon and L wasn’t any too happy
about it. I had had hopes all along
that perhaps the tools would give us
the break we so badly needed.

On my way to hunch, « large Cadillac
passed inc. Automatically I looked at
the driver. I knew him. He was one ol

the big handlers of pin-ball and slot-
machines in Seattle.

A thought struck me. | turned and
went back up to my ollice. Mahoney
and Knehl were still there. T ealled to

neath my eyes, and I moved about as if
I were in a dream,

Tor four days I refused to leave the
house.

Then, on the morning of April 13th,
1930, I was wakened from a fitful sleep by
the ringing of the telephone.

Dazedly I picked up the receiver. It
was my oldest brother’s voice. “You'd
better come over to the Inn,” he said.
“Something’s happened to Jean.”

A shock went through me as if I had
touched a live wire.

“TS it serious?” I asked apprehensively,
but there was no answer as the line
went suddenly dead.

Hastily I scrambled into some clothes,
then rushed from the house into my car,
Thirty minutes later I was at the Inn, At
that carly morning hour the streets were
deserted and the place looked forlorn and
desolate.

My brother met me at the door, In
answer to the unspoken question written
on my features, he said, “She died in bed
during the night.”

Despite my sense of loss, T felt a terrible

weight lifted from my shoulders. Judg-
ment was no longer a task for weak _mor-
tals, She had gone to the Highest Court.

1 looked around the room at the other
members of my family. Their faces wore
vague, troubled looks. Soon I found the
reason, learned that Jean had attended a
banquet the night before, and halfway
through had suddenly been taken ill and
was forced to leave.

Pondering over the strange twists of fate
that had dogged my sister’s path through
life, I went upstairs to view her body.

I was hardly prepared for the sight that
confronted me, Accustomed as I was to
crime investigations, the first thought that
flashed across my mind after looking at
her distorted features, was that she could
only have died through some sort of in-
ternal poisoning. I could not voice my
suspicions to the rest of the family, how-
ever, especially my mother who was deeply
affected and whose frail physical condition
forbade any further shocks.

I did sound out the physicians who were
called in, and learned that in their opinion
the death was a suspicious one and that
they fully expected the Coroner to perform

an autopsy.

However, there was no post-mortem ex-
amination and all doubts as to the cause
of death were quickly hushed up, leaving
me to speculate on whether she had re-
vealed her secret to any one else and had
thus been murdered out of revenge, or
whether she had had other accomplices on
that death ride, who upon learning of the
fact that she was beginning to talk had
killed her through fear of exposure. ‘

Whatever it was, finis had been written
to her career, while mine as an undercover
man had just begun.

Where was the one place in Chicago
where gangs felt safe to congregate and
where no squad cars could molest them?
What is the real story behind the train
and jewel robberies that stirred the city?
For the first time the lid is ripped off the
inner cliques of gangdom as the under-
cover man reveals the story of his amazing
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December 13th.

Blackout Trap for the Short-Wave Slayers

dead certainty, Dick, that O’Donnell will
be out on bail as soon as his lawyer can
get to a judge. Let him go, but keep him
tailed every moment. We may get a lead
on Joe and the third man through him.”

My hunch was right. O’Donnell was
sentenced to six months, but was out on
bail in a few hours. Every move he made
was reported to me. No detail was over-
looked. But there was nothing that gave
us a clue to either his brother Joe or the
other member of the trio.

Once we thought we had something. A
patrolman reported that some boys were
spending nickels by the handful. I had
Mahoney check on this. He discovered
that the boys had found a sackful of five-
cent pieces buried in a shallow hole on
the Denny Regrade. As this wasn’t far
from O’Donnell’s home, we believed that
the killers dumped the coins as too hot
to keep.

Naturaily I had sent out a pick-up order
on Joe O'Donnell at the time we ar-
rested Jack, and concentrated on Oregon
and California. Jack had said Chicago,
so I believed Los Angeles would be the
most likely place. However, it seemed
hopeless as days grew into weeks and the
weeks into months, without any results.
Joe O'Donnell seemed to have faded from
the face of the earth.

Then came the break. William H. Sears,
who at that time was County Detective,
and at present ix Chief of Police at Seattle,
came into my office.

“Eric.” he said, “if you don’t ask me
where I got my information, I can maybe
give you a good tip.”

“Sloot, Bill.” I told him, reaching for
a pencil and paper. “It’s a deal.”

“\ young woman’s been buying band-
ages and stuff, I happen to know that she’s
a friend of another young lady, who had
a brother. This guy isn't any white lily
and it might be a good idea to check on
him."

“His name?”

“Tester Rorick.”

T was summoning Mahoney and Kuehl,
even ax Bill Sears spoke. Although I had
never caught up with any one named
Rorick, I knew that Sears was too ex-
perienced an officer to come to me with
an idle tip.

When the two officers came, I said, “Get

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all the dope you can on this man, but don’t
scare him, Don’t let him get wise. I want
to grab all three of the killers at one time,
if it can be done.”

After Sears left, I telephoned Los An-
geles and San Francisco police, but so far
their search for Joe O’Donnell had been
without result.

Mahoney-and Kuehl were excited when
they came back two or three hours later.
“Bill Sears’ tip-off was right on the nose,”
Mahoney said jubilantly. “This guy Rorick
is the third man, or I'll eat my hat. O’Don-
nell is married to one of his sisters.”

There was one thing I particularly
wanted to know. “Is he wounded?” I
asked. : :

Mahoney. nodded. “If he isn’t, some :
one else in their apartment is. That’s where,

all the bandages and stuff went.”

“Good!” I laid out our plan of campaign. ©
“We'll wait until exactly midnight ° to-’
‘night. Perhaps. we’ll get some kind of re-.

port from down south by that time. You
boys make sure that Jack O'Donnell is
where we can pick him up. He’s a slippery
fellow, and I don’t want him to get away.”

Mahoney grinned. “Don’t worry,
Chief. We’ve picked our best men for his
trail, Whenever you give the-word, we'll
nail him.”

It was exactly midnight when I knocked
at Lester Rorick’s door. For a while we
had no response, even though we could see
light in the apartment. I was just ready
to crack the place, when the door opened
cautiously, A man stuck his head out.
caught a barely perceptible negative sign
from Mahoney. So that wasn’t our man,
“Ts Lester in?” I inquired.

He started to shut the door, but I pushed
it wide open. “Where’s Lester?” I asked
again,

Fear ran riot over the man’s white face.
Dumbly he jerked his head toward a
closed door. Before I could pull it open,
a man, dressed in pajamas and limping
quite noticeably, came out. “What's the
idea, coming into a fellow’s home at this
time of night?” he demanded. There was

a distinct note of uneasiness in’ his. voice. .

“We're from Headquarters,” I told him,
“and want vou to get dressed and come
down with us.”

We pushed into his room and the three
of us formed a circle around him. He

wanted to stall, but I urged him on. “Come
on, Rorick,” I ordered, “get dressed or we'll
take you as you are.” Whtn I saw his
hand steal to his side, I snapped, “Stop
stalling. We know all about that bullet
wound in your thigh. You got that on:
the night of November 25th.” 5

Rorick turned pale. He stammered
when he spoke. “Bullet wound? No—no °
—that’s no bullet wound! I got that on
board ship, when the ice-machine busted.
I can prove it.”

I didn’t want to waste ‘any more time
here, because Jack O’Donnell was still
running loose, and I realized that. he. might
have some way of slipping from under. As
I didn’t want to take that chance, I in-"
terrupted him sharply. “We'll let the doc- -
tors decide what caused that wound. Snap
into it, Rorick, we’re taking you along.”

We left Rorick at Headquarters and then
made a bee-line’ for Jack O’Donhell. His’
trailers nodded. He was still in. .I gave a
sigh of relief. We rapped three times,
without result. Mahoney shouted loudly,
“Hither open up, Jack, or we'll break the.
door down.”

ACK knew the game was up and came,
out, hands in the air, At Headquarters

I tackled Rorick first. Hour after hour we_
questioned him, but he was as tight as a’
clam. :

ue knew I had to crack him, for without .
his confession, our case against Jack~ -
O’Donnell would not hold water. At that”
moment word was brought to me that an-’
other of Rorick’s sisters and her husband
were waiting outside to see me. Of course
Rorick didn’t see the message, so I took a
chance, “Jack says that you shot Sickles
at. the tavern, Lester,” I told him.

His whole body shook. “That's not true,”
he replied tensely. “I wasn’t even there.”

I left him in my office and went to see
his sister. “Your brother is in a tight
fix,” I told her. “Jack O’Donnell accuses
him of the killing at the tavern. ‘You
know what that means. If he should make -
a clean breast of the whole affair it would |
be the best thing he could do.” od

She understood my meaning without any
more words. “Let me talk to him, Chief,” ’
she begged. I agreed, and when an hour
later they all came back into my_ office,
I knew the fight was over. Rorick con--

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ouise in bis voiee and [now felt, certain
hat Joe had not been the man who had
cried out, “I’m shot!” Then O’Donnell’s
‘ace beeame blank. He realized that he
lind to be careful.

‘{ don't know what you're talking
about, Chief,” he told me tonelessly. “So

rar as L know, Joe’s not been in any hos-

vital. He left for Chicago a couple of
weeks ago.”

But he wssn’t fooling me. That
Chieago lead was a deliberate red-her-
ving, and we treated it as such.

“Just one more question, Jack,” and
i shot it at him. ‘Where were you on
the night of November 25th?”

iis clawing fingers seemed to dig into
‘he arm of bis chair. His whole body was
wd. Then he relaxed. A smile cracked
iver his face. “For Pete’s sake, Chief,”
he protested, “that’s weeks and weeks
vo. How can [ remember?”

“You'd better,” | reminded him.

‘le leaned forward. “Well, where were

ou tellows that night?” he snapped,

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In the Elk Tavern,
a short-wave cadio
shattered the early
morning quiet as the
men who killed for
nickels went about
their grim work

A burglar’s) gun
spoiled the aim
of the wounded
Stevens. The one
bullet he was able

stabbing a finger at each of us in turn.

We didn’t answer him. We let him sit,
while we stared at him. In a moment or
two his lips began to move. He seemed
to be counting on his fingers. Suddenly a
beaming smile flitted across his face.
“Why that was the Monday before
Thanksgiving. I know where I was that
night.”

We waited, only mildly interested in
hearing his alibi.

“That night I spent with Princess
Isalda.” He grinned at us.

oe HO is Princess Isalda?” [ asked
with a bored yawn.

O’Donnell-settled back comfortably in
his chair. “Princess Isalda? We generally
call her Molly. Of course that isn’t her
real name.”

I had a feeling O’Donnell was laughing
at us and I didn’t like it. “Where is this
princess?” I asked sharply.

“Home with the missus,” he told us.
“She was sick that night and I sat up
with her till daylight. My missus can
prove that to you fellows.”

_ He turned to Mahoney. “You saw
Molly when you were at the house today.
I saw her rub against your leg.”

Mahoney never blinked an eye. “You
mean that yellow-haired cat of yours?”

O’Donnell nodded. “Purebred Persian.
As I told you, she was sick that night.”

I saw that we weren’t going to get any-
where with him, so [ said, “Take him
away, Kuehl. Charge him with vagrancy
and see that the judge gives him the
limit.”

When he had gone, | turned to Ma-
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to fire struck this
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fessed. No charges were preferred against
Rorick’s sisters and they were cleared of

‘tem ex | any connection in their brother’s crimes.
. couse He gave us every detail. He told us where
= ing the shotgun that had killed Sickles was =
wai er hidden, and where we could pick up Joe
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1a 2 a him how he got shot. + all h ;
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edict We'd been hijacking slot machines right —but he’s out of the dog ouse no
Geen along, but I had a hunch that things ;
were going to go bad. I was jittery and -
when Joe shot the officer, I just went to
Chicago pieces. I even ran the wrong way out
gate and of the tavern, away from our car. When
.st_ them? I realized that, 1 threw. my guns away
the: train and one of them went off and shot me in
the city? the leg. Joe picked me up and drove me
»d off the ~home. I’ve been there ever since.”
1a" under. With Rorick’s signed confession on my
; amazing desk, I got busy. We gave Los Angeles
_pping in- police the address Rorick. had given us
ary MAs- and asked them to pick up Joe O’Don-
ws stands nell. In the meantime I questioned Jack.
He denied everything point-blank.
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that’s all right with me, but you can’t ,
fine it on Joe and me.” aes “out YOU GO, PETER- You and PETER SURE WAS im aaetast of
And that is all he would say. that old sludge-pump you call a troublewhen he bought that last tin
pipe! Iwon’tmarry ahuman smoke- of tobacco. It looked good... but it
THE hours slipped by and no word came screen! Where’d you get that to- certainly didn’t smell good. Maybe
from Los Angeles. I was getting ner- bacco anyway—in a fire sale?” Judge Holbrook can help him.
2 vous. Had Joe slipped through our fingers, ers
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at bullet Mahoney and I caught the next plane
that on south. The first thing the Los Angeles

Chief said to me was, “Thanks for the

ammered tip-off. That was a dandy.”
No—no ' I wanted to know what he meant. The

that on Chief grinned. “While our boys were

e busted. - picking up your man, in walked another.

j * He saw what was happening and ran. When

ore time we caught him, he turned out to be a crook

was still we've been looking for for a long time.”

he. might T asked about O’Donnell’s machine. They

inder, As hadn’t located it yet, but while we were
ie; I in-" waiting for ye extraditign hovers to oi
i the doe- - rive, the police started a statewide search. pa ‘ LTY on all counts PIPE AT A WEDDING? Sure! Pete
ped a nee Bally located ae Hollywood wha herr ba vl that pipe and made such a hit with his new mild
along.” * garage and in spite of Rorick’s tip-off, Ma- son. Let's Jus’ Pip : b , hi
s abd then honey had to practically dismantle the car switch to mild, tasty Sir Walter. smoking to esi 4 Pp even cs
nell. His before he found the hidden compartment. Grandest-smellin’ blend of burleys mother-in-law smiled at ee eters
I gave a Tt was crammed full of tools needed for the thatevercurledthrua court-house!’ | newlyweds swung back up the aisle.
ee times, most elaborate safe-cracking job—from :
cd loudly, electric firing apparatus to nitro, from

simple jimmies to powerful lock-pullers.

I took my prisoner back to Seattle by
plane. He was sullen all the way, and
and came wouldn’t say a word, except for repeating

break the. , / ‘
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idquarters over and over again that he’d never make . flavor in, brings
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tight as a’ I asked him what he meant. factory-fresh!
“T should have croaked Lester and Jack,”

without he snarled. ‘Then there wouldn’t be any
inst Jack squealers left.”
At that The O’Donnells put up a big fight when

e that an-- they were tried, but their struggle was

y husband in vain. Our case was airtight and the

Of course jury wasted, no time in finding the two

» IT took a brothers guilty. Jack received life and

ot Sickles Joe was sentenced to death for the coward-

im. ly murder of Officer Sickles.

not true,” _ “mo weeks later Rorick went to trial.

en there.” His case was routine. He endorsed his con-

mt to see fession, and even though he himself dem-

n a tight onstrated in a reenactment of the tragedy

lL accuses that he must have killed Stevens, his sen-

ern. You tence was like Jack’s—life in Walla Walla.

ould mag _ The O’Donnells appealed, were retried, but 4 sl

ir it woul received the same sentences as before. On / tal “e

. November 2lst, 1938, Joe was executed. Ms " oo ee ALA ices
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Jack O'Donnell stubbornly maintained he was at
home with his wife at the time of the battle

which claimed the lives of two police officers.

Roosevelt Way in Seattle a blob of light

winked over the bar and flickered on the
furnishings at the rear. Across the street a
neighbor, awakened by a sudden noise, looked
out his window. He saw a furtive shadow in
the murk and observed the probing flash. His
heart pounding, he telephoned the police.

Crisp order snapped out over the depart-
mental short-wave radio. “Calling cars 61, 62,
63, 64.”

Idling beneath a stop light on Forty-fifth
street, a prowl car bearing Patrolmen Theodore
Stevens and Trent Sickles picked up the call.

“That’s us,” Stevens said calmly. “Sixty-
three.”

“Calling cars 61, 62, 63 and 64,” the operator
repeated. “Go at once to eight-nine-zero-seven
Roosevelt Way. Prowlers reported in a tavern
there. That is all.” S

The little auto whipped around in the street
and bore off on the assignment nearly three
miles away. Stevens looked at his wristwatch.
It read 4: 42.

Prrcose THE DARKENED little tavern at 8907

TWO,BRAVE POLICEMEN WERE SLAIN BY SEATTLE’S

(King) November 21,

Joe O'Donnell, brother of Jack, was presented
with a ticket to the gallows after a jury weighed
the testimony of a third bandit who confessed.

’

“Probably a couple of amateurs,’ he con-
jectured as the coupe sped through the deserted
streets. “Not much in a neighborhood bar to
attract big time cracksmen.”

“Yeah, hut we’re going in with our guns
ready,’ Sickles decided. “Scared kids are as
bad as hopheads when they have roscoes in
their hands.”

Swinging into Roosevelt Way, Sickles cut
off the headlamps. “We'll give them no warn-

ing,” he said.

Stevens was watching the street signposts.
“Kighty-eighth,” he called out. “Just beyond
the next intersection. There, this side of that
parked car.” Peering beyond the street light,
he could make out the name Elk Tavern on a
swinging sign above the sidewalk.

His partner slammed the machine to the curb
and both officers leaped out, their weapons
ready. Sickles’ flashlight played on the front
entrance. They could see the bolt had been cut
and the door wrenched open. All was quiet
within. bi

“They’ve most likely flown the coop,” the

where one of the locks on this machine has been drilled.”

“But why would cracksmen bother themselves with these
nickel and two-bit slot machines?”

“There’s real money in these things,” Yoris said. “They’re
geared to snatch 80 per cent of the intake, you know.
And the jackpots in some of these quarter one-arm bandits
can hit as much as $50. Knock over half a dozen of these
babies and it’s not a bad night’s work.”

Quick to hear of innovations in underworld rackets,
Yoris knew that several merchants operating slot machines
and pinball games had recently been victimized by cracks-
men who either drilled or jimmied them open or who
carted them off the premises to force them open elsewhere.

“When they grab the whole works,” he said, “they
usually make two profits. One out of the jackpot and re-
serve bank and another by selling the machine to some
other store or tavernkeeper.

JANUARY, 1943

Their wrists linked together, Joe O'Donnell
(left) and his brother, Jack, enter a Seattle
courtroom under heavy guard to fight for
their lives. They didn't face a jury until
nearly a year ate the double murder—
but justice dealth death and a life term.

“We're from police headquarters," Chief
of Detectives Ernest Yoris informed a new
suspect. ‘We hear you had a little acci-
dent while hunting last fall." . . . It took
the canny investigator many months to make
good his vow to avenge the two patrolmen.

“And the sweet thing about their racket,” he went on,
“+s that most of the operators never report the burglary
to us because they know the slot machines are outside
the pale as it is.”

Photographers and fingerprint men speedily did their
work in the place, and Patrolman Sickles’ body was re-
moved to a funeral parlor. His head had been blasted with
a shotgun charge at close range. He had died almost
instantly. .

Back at headquarters, Chief Yoris began assembling the
clues he had obtained and issued orders to plug what
loopholes he could against the escape of the three
murderers.

An alarm was flashed to hospitals, clinics and physicians
all over the city and its environs to be on the lookout for

any man with a gunshot wound.
Yoris summoned Richard Mahoney (Cont'd on page 59)

Attractive Mrs. Jack O'Donnell took the witness-
stand in an attempt to prove that her hus-
band could not have participated in the crime.

driver of the prowl car muttered, stepping into
the tavern. From the booths in the rear of the
place came a guttural snarl.

“Get ’em up, both of you coppers!”

Before Sickles could swing his light upon the
speaker a gun roared. The officer cried out
and fell to the floor. Stevens, silhouetted in
the doorway, fired at the flash. A second shot
answered him, then another and another. A
terrific blow smashed him in the abdomen and
silenced his outcry.

Two figures dashed from the bar to the auto
parked a few yards ahead of the prowl car.
Half a block farther up the street a second
motor roared to life with the first, and the two
cars rocketed away. They swung into a side
street a few seconds before the second police
coupe ground to a stop in front of the Elk
Tavern.

Patrolmen Johh Karlberg and William Coons
nearly stumbled over the body of Stevens. The
wounded man had regained consciousness and
was striving to rise from the floor near the

door.

SLOT MACHINE HI-JACKERS

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bullet-riddled body ‘of Patrol-
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“Trent!” he gasped. “Get him! He's hurt worse than
I am. In there.”

The officers found Patrolman Sickles lying in a widening
pool of blood. It needed only a cursory examination to
tell them he was dead. Coons bundled Ted Stevens into
his prowl car and rushed him to the hospital. Karlberg
telephoned headquarters.

Within a few minutes the other two radio cars dispatched
to the tavern arrived and their occupants joined Karlberg
in mounting guard over the cafe in which their colleague
and friend lay dead. Shortly before 5:30 a.m. Detective
Chief Ernest Yoris appeared to take charge of the case.
With him were several other ace sleuths of the Seattle force.

Yoris—a crack detective with scores of successful in-
vestigations to his credit—gazed down at the lifeless figure
of popular Trent Sickles. His jaws were clenched in anger.
He resolved that the murderers of the brave officer would
pay the supreme penalty for this atrocity.

Roused by the shooting, several neighbors had gathered
before the tavern, overcoats bundled around their night-
clothing to ward off the late November chill. Among them
Yoris soon located George Maskell, who had telephoned the
original alarm to headquarters.

Maskell explained that he and his wife were asleep in
their home when a noise awoke them.

“It sounded like something falling,” he said. “My wife
and I waited a minute, then thought it must have been a
truck clattering by. But when I looked out across the
street I could see a light in the tavern, and a shadow, like
a man moving around inside. So I called police. Now I
wish I hadn’t. That poor fellow lost his life as a result.”

“You did your duty,” Chief Yoris said grimly. “Did
you watch the tavern after you telephoned police?”

“Yes,” Maskell replied. “The flashlight inside bobbed
around for some ‘time. Then the police car slid up to the
curb and it went out. The two officers approached the
door, then I saw the flare of a gun and heard the report.
There were several more shots and three men came run-
ning out of the place. Two got in one car and one in
another and they drove off south just before the second
prowl car arrived.”

The neighbor could give no description of the three
killers other than that they appeared short and rather
slight of build. It was too dark on the street, he explained,
to get a good view of them.

“I think one of those men was wounded,” spoke up one
of the other spectators shivering on the sidewalk.

The detective chief singled out this man. He gave his
name as Fred Winkler and said he lived in the block.

“The shots woke me up,” Winkler said. “I just got to
the window when the three came running out. Two of
them made for one car, a Ford coach it looked like. I
heard what sounded like another shot and one fellow yelled
out, ‘My God, Mac, I’m hit! I need help!’ I couldn’t see
which one it was and nobody fell down. Then the two
cars sped off.”

Pressed for further description of the killers’ Ford coach,
Winkler could add only that it was an old Model A, prob-
ably of 1929 vintage. Yoris realized there would be few of
that model machine on Seattle streets at 6 o’clock in the
morning. He sent a subordinate to order a blockade of
highways leading out of town and a net spread over city
thoroughfares in a search for such an auto.

Reentering the tavern, the chief was met by Detective
Lieutenant J. A. Winters, who had searched the place
for clues.

“l’ve got something that will interest you,” the lieu-
tenant reported. He led his superior to a small back room.
Outspread on the floor was what appeared to be a com-
plete burglar’s kit.

For several minutes Yoris stood silently studying the
instruments before him. There was an electric drill, pliers,
crowbars, coils of wire and dry cell batteries. To one side

was an ugly tool he recognized as a bolt cutter. It had
been used, he knew, to sever the lock on the door.

“There’s a chance we may lift fingerprints from this
stuff,” he said. “And if we do, it’s ten to one we’ve got
them on file. This certainly looks like a professional job
to me.”

“I’ve looked over the whole place,’ Winters told him.
“The cash drawer back of the bar was rifled, but I couldn’t
find a safe anywhere.”

Yoris stepped back into the front room. “There was no
soup in that kit, either,” he said. “I think I can tell you
why in a minute.”

LIGNED IN A ROW toward the back of the cafe were

several pinball and slot machines. The chief inspected
one, then another, and still another of the devices.

“These tell the story,” he said at last. “Look here. See

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and A. F. Kuehl, a team of the de-
partment’s top detective lieutenants,
and assigned them to the case.

“Keep on it until it is solved and
Trent Sickles’ slayers are where they
belong,” he said. ‘We'll never give
up on this one.”

Patrolman Coons reported from the
hospital that Stevens was still alive,
but desperately weak from shock and
loss of blood. Volunteer blood donors
from the police force filed into the
serological laboratory to be typed and
to stand by to succor their comrade.

From his bed, Stevens was able to
state that the slayers’ car, the one
near which he and Sickles had parked,
was a 1929 Ford coach, but he had not
obtained its license number.

Throughout the morning, following
radio broadcast of the tragedy ard
an appeal to citizens to watch for the
Ford coach, many tips were tele-
phoned to headquarters. None of
them brought results. Squad cars
raced from one part of Seattle to an-
other, running down suspicious cars.
without picking up the slightest trace
of the killers.

Shortly before noon Yoris had a
caller who said he had some clues in
the case. He was William K. Wetzloff,
driver of a milk wagon. He laid two
objects wrapped in handkerchiefs on
the detective chief's desk. Yoris un-
did the bundles carefully. In one was
a .38 caliber revolver with white bone
handle grips; Stevens had been shot
with a .38. The other was a .32 Mauser.
Three bullets had been fired from the
larger weapon, only one from the
Mauser.

‘T found them lying in Eighty-ninth
Street not far from the tavern,” Wetz-
loff related. “I’d just heard about the
murder, and thought right away may-
be the gunmen ditched these guns. I
picked them up with handkerchiefs so
that no fingerprints would be spoiled.”

Yoris was outspoken in his com-

mendation of the man’s caution and

intelligence. “Undoubtedly these are
the weapons of those killers,” he said.
“I wish other citizens had half your
common sense in handling clues to a
crime.”

The chief turned over the guns to
the fingerprint department, but his
hope that telltale prints would be
forthcoming was short-lived. Nor
were there clear whorls or loops on
the surfaces of ‘the burglar tools.
Nothing except smudges, indicating
the wielders of the instruments had
worn gloves.

Early in the morning of the second
day after the gun battle Patrolman
Stevens died. Blood transfusions
could not cope with severe internal
hemorrhages; all the surgical skill in
Seattle was to no avail in the fight to
save his life.

Civic indignation rose against the
burglar-murderers. City officials post-
ed $1,000 in rewards for information

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leading to the capture and conviction |

tenants Mahoney and Kuehl swept |
through underworld dives, sounding |

of the trio.
Meanwhile detectives under Lieu-

out stoolpigeons on the identity of the
three gunmen. But if they were pro-
fessional crooks the stoolies had rea-
son to keep mum, for not a fragment
of worthwhile information did the
sleuths glean.

Police files were searched for clues !

to cracksmen who might be suspected
of a job like the slot machine burglary.
None were turned up. :
Yoris summoned his two lieutenants
for a conference on the investigation

after more than a week had passed |

without apparent

progress. Kuehl —

and Mahoney had been plugging away

on routine details.

“I think perhaps there’s one angle |
in this case that would be worth |

trying,” the chief ventured.

“What’s that?” Mahoney asked.

“If these slot machine jobs con-
tinue, who stands to lose? The people
behind the business. They lose their
profits, often their machines, and

there’s not much they can do about |
it. After all, they can’t expect much |
cooperation from the force in trying |

to get protection for their racket.”

“You think maybe one of the big ,

operators might have a line on these
killers?” Kuehl asked.
“It’s worth trying.
word seeps out that the slot machine
business is teetering on a _ slippery
edge because of these two policemen
being killed. If the big operators do
have any idea as to who is knocking

See that the |

off their machines, maybe they'll give '

us a lead rather than face a complete
clamp on their business.”

Carefully the detectives planted

hints of a crackdown on the slot ma- —

chines and fertilized them with inti-
mations that worthwhile tips would
be properly rewarded.

Weeks passed and still no clues were
unearthed. The only new develop-
ment came when Kuehl and Mahoney
succeeded, after a long and tedious
search, in tracing the burglar tools
through a store sales slip. Implements
commonly used by mechanics, they
had been. sold to a garage.

Highly hopeful, the sleuths pursued

their investigation there, only to learn |

that the garage owner had reported
the tools as stolen from his shop more

than eight months before they were |,

found in the room in the rear of the
tavern on Roosevelt Way.

gUTHoves HE VOWED he would
never concede defeat in the case,
Yoris was forced to admit that he and
his men were faced with a stalemate
when, early in January, he received a
telephone call from the police chief of
Bremerton, the Navy yard city across
the bay from Seattle.

“It might be a clue to the murder
of your two policemen in that fight
with the slot machine burglars,” he
was told. He was in the Bremerton
chief’s office with Kueh] and Mahoney
in less than an hour.

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ing. I had an accident, all right. Cut
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Rorick’s’ weak mouth twitched
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“You’d better get dressed,” Yoris
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Leaving Kuehl to guard Rorick,
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living room where Gabney and his
wife were waiting curiously.

“You might tell us what you know
about Lester’s accident,” the chief
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exclaimed.

“I can’t tell that until I know wheth-
er he’s the man we're looking for,”
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truth will help him. If he is, all the
lying in the world won’t do him any
good.”

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that he called me to come and get him
at a friend’s home one day last No-
vember, about the 25th. He had‘hurt
his leg. Said he’d shot himself while
out-hunting. I wanted to get a doctor,
but he just laughed and said it would
be all right.”

“That friend’s name wasn’t O’Don-
nell, was it?” the chief queried.

“Well, Joe O’Donnell was with him,
but...” ”

“So he knows the O’Donnell boys!”

“Why, of course. Our sister is mar-
ried to Jack.”

The Gabneys accompanied Rorick
and the officers to headquarters. Yoris
dispatched Kuehl and Mahoney to
bring in Jack O’Donnell. They had to
force their way into his apartment,
but within the hour they returned to
their superior’s office with the suspect
in tow.

The chief opened up on Rorick.
“We've got enough on you right now
to put a hangman’s knot under your
left ear,” he told the quaking youth.
But Rorick would not talk.

FOR THREE HOURS Yoris grilled
him, but could obtain no satis-
factory answers to his questions. At
last he laid his cards before the tear
ful sister.

“He’s guilty of murder,” he told her.
“He’s got just one chance to escape
the noose. And that is to come clean.”

Mrs. Gabney asked for a few min-
utes’ private conversation with Les-
ter. After half an hour she sum-
moned Yoris. Both Rorick and his
sister were weeping.

“Okay, chief,’ the young man
agreed, “T’ll tell the whole story. It
was Jack, Joe and me. Joe blasted
that first cop with a shotgun. I don’t
know who shot the other one, the man
in the doorway.

“We'd been hijacking these pinball

ot Game. A dee. . a dle

ames and slot machines all over
town. It was an easy racket. Joe
used to say it was the only way to
beat the one-arm bandits. Then this
night, just as we drilled one lock off
a slot machine, Jack heard the cops’
car and we all ducked into the booths
at the back of the tavern.

“The officers ran in. I heard the
shotgun go off and I got scared. I
never intended to do any shooting on
those jobs. I don’t know what hap-
pened, but after the second policeman
was shot I found myself running out
the door with two guns in my hand.
One was my Mauser and the other
was a .38 I must have picked up in
the bar.

“All I wanted to do was get rid of
them. I threw: them down and one
exploded when it hit the street. The
slug caught me in the leg. I yelled to
Joe to wait for me, and he did. We
scrammed in the Ford coach, went to
a friend’s house and called my sister.

“Jack beat it in his own car. All
sis knew about this was that I shot
myself in a hunting accident,”

Rorick supplied Yoris with an ad-
dress in Los Angeles at which he said
he believed Joe O’Donnell was hiding
out. The chief shot a wire to the
Southern California authorities ask-
ing the man’s arrest. Then he con-
fronted Jack O’Donnell with Lester
Rorick’s statement.

Jack would not crack. Stolidly he
maintained that he had been at home
with his wife, Rorick’s other sister,
all during the night and early morn-
ing of the double murders. Yoris
questioned him until dawn without
success and then returned him to a
cell.

Early the next day word was re-
ceived from Los Angeles that Joe
O’Donnell had been nabbed in a
Hollywood apartment in which the
arresting officers found a cache of
dope.

Armed with extradition papers,
Yoris and Mahoney went to Los An-
geles three days later to return Joe
to Seattle. Prior to their departure
they obtained from Rorick a descrip-
tion of Joe’s auto with the additional
information that it held a secret com-
partment that would prove interest-
ing.

In the compartment, cleverly con-
cealed, were found not only a com-
plete set of burglar tools but fuses,
electric caps and charges of nitro-
glycerine as well.

During the return trip by plane the
prisoner was sullen, refusing to talk.
Only once did he break his silence.

“I should have rubbed them all out,
so there would have been no one to
squeal,” he snarled.

Later, awaiting trial Joe confessed
to the murder of Sickles. Rorick,
questioned again and again, admitted
at last that he probably had shot Ted
Stevens. Only Jack O’Donnell con-
tinued to deny his guilt.

Rorick asked for and obtained a
separate trial. The O’Donnell brothers
faced the jury on Nevember 21, 1936,
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Joe and Jack’s wife testified that
Jack O’Donnell had not been present
at the gun battle, but Rorick turned
state’s evidence against his brother-
in-law and refuted his sister’s story.
He insisted that Jack had been the
third member of the gang.

That there had been three burglars
was indisputable. The jury believed
Rorick. Ten days after the trial opened
verdicts of guilty were returned
against both defendants.

Jack was sentenced to life impri-
sonment in the penitentiary at Walla
Walla. Joe, who had confessed the
murder. of Patrolman Sickles, was
doomed to pay for his crime on the
gallows.

On December 17, after a brief hear-
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murder. But because he had helped
the state in the apprehension of Joe
O’Donnell and in the prosecution of
both brothers, he got off with a life
term.

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you can’t beat the law any more than
you can beat the slot machines.
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higher stakes—even life—the odds are
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Snaring the
Nine O'Clock Gang

(Continued from page 13)

said, “and we’ll do the worrying about
the monickers.”

From a collection of more than a
hundreds negatives the waiter and the
doorman picked one.

“That’s them,” said the doorman.

A print was quickly made. It
showed four swarthy youths seated
around a table.

“Weren't there five?”

“Yes.” nodded the waiter. “I re-
member what happened now. The
other boy had gone to the bar to talk
to a fellow. He came back later and
had his picture taken; just him alone.”

The sleuths’ next stop was at West-
ern Avenue and Harrison Street, the
corner mentioned by the cab driver.
A trusted stoolpigeon, familiar with
the neighborhood, recognized the
subjects of the photographs and pro-
vided their names.

“And one of them, Sam Mascio,

“smokes those crooked, black Italian

cigars,” he added.

Fast operating squads within two
hours rounded up the five suspects—
Frank Cerra, 23, who had been re-
leased from the Bridewell in July on
probation aft serving a year/for

burglary; Sam Mascio, 23; George
Vertucci,, 197 his cousin, James Ver-
tice zs, and Carmen Sirvino. is A

sixth tan, Peter Sicarrotta, 20, who

had not been at the Club De Lisa

party, was also arrested when it was
learned he was a boon companion of
the others.

“Somebody’s giving you a bum
steer,” sneered Sirvino. “We ain’t heist
men, and no one can finger us

The latter part of his statement was
only too true; the masks worn by the
mobsters on their forays had served
their purpose well.

Lieutenant Phelan merely smiled.
“Take off your shoes, boys.”

Puzzled, the captives obeyed. The
shoes, along with the bit of paper on
which a bandit had left a heelprint
in the Ben Hur robbery, were sent to
the scientific crime detection labora-
tory for comparison tests.

The lieutenant then dispatched
Friedman and O’Connell to search the
suspects’ homes.

“Took for a lipstick-stained glove.”
he instructed. “Remember Miss Ma-
jewski’s telling us the bandit who
struggled with her soiled one of his
gloves when he brushed it across her
lips?”

The sleuths soon returned with a
red-smudged glove which they had
found in Sicarrotta’s bedroom. Phelan
dug into his drawer and produced the
lipstick Miss Majewski had given him.

Laboratory tests established that the
lipstick on the glove was identical
with that in the cashier’s container.
The scientific detectives also reported
that without doubt one of Georg
Vertucci’s shoes made the heelprint
on the paper.

Confronted with this evidence, the
prisoners broke down and confessed
they were the Nine O’Clogk Gang.
Sirvino, though the youngest, was the
outlaws’ leader. Five of them carried
out most of the jobs, the sixth serving
as lookout. On one foray they were
aided by two other men whom they
named.

This pair, now being sought, are
believed to be the bandits who cn
September 5 held up Miss Hedwik
Dvorak, 21, in her mother’s restau-
rant. Miss Dvorak seized a revolver
she kept under the counter and pur-
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of hitting passersby on the crowded.
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His comrades described Sam Mascie
as a thrifty robber who voice dis-
approval when his partners in crime
flung away their ill-gotten gains on
$100 suits, $5 neckties and champagne
parties for barroom hostesses.

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left, is probably what put the cops on
our trail. You especially . . We

pointed accusingly at Frank Cerra”

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and 50-cent perfectos.”

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let money go to my head. “Why?”

Phelan shrugged. He did not have
the heart to inform the youth that his
cheap stogies had been the principal
reason for the gang’s downfall.

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were introduced to Philip Gaylord.

“Gaylord is interested in the slot
machine business,” said the Bremer-
ton officer after introductions were
made. “He has something to tell
you.”

“I usually like to keep my nose out
of other people’s business,” Gaylord
began. “But I figured this thing might
interest us both.

“I was over in Seattle on business
last November 25, the day your two
men were shot. I stayed in the At-
wood Hotel. About 8 o'clock that
morning voices in the next room woke
me up. There seemed to be two men
in the room.

“I heard one say something about
a cash register and two guns, and
making a quick getaway. Then the
other chap broke in with a remark
about someone being dead. I didn’t
catch all of it. I think he said, ‘Blast-
ing a cop ain’t going to help any.’

“For all I knew at the time, it could
have been a radio program. Later,
when I heard about the gun battle, I
was pretty sure what I’d heard hadn’t
come over any radio. But, as I said, I
wasn’t anxious to get myself mixed
up in someone else’s mess. Then
recently I got to thinking it would be
better if I spilled what I overheard to
the police. So I came over here and
talked with the chief.”

The three detectives lost no time in
getting back to the Atwood Hotel
where. they checked the register for
November 25. One room adjoining
that of Gaylord had been occupied.
The name on the sheet was Joseph
O’Donnell. {

The man was as likely a suspect
as a detective could wish. He had
been arrested once on a_ narcotics
charge, and his brother, Jack, in ad-
dition to two arrests on liquor charges,
had been tabbed once for robbery.

A swift search of Joe’s usual haunts
convinced the sleuths that he was not
in Seattle. However, they located and
brought in his brother. .

A dark, heavy set man, O’Donnell

_blustered indignantly at being haled

before Yoris.

“What are you guys trying to do?”
he demanded.

“earn where you were early on
the morning of last November 25,”
the chief replied coolly.

“How in hell would I remember
that?” Jack snapped. “That was over
three months ago.”

“Maybe you were in a tavern on
Roosevelt Way near Eighty-ninth
Street when two policemen were
murdered,” the chief suggested. _

The suspect paled slightly. “You
can’t hang that on me,” he protested.
“I was at home. That was just before
Thanksgiving. I remember now, I was
at home.”

“Anybody able to back up your
alibi?”

“My wife. We were there together
all the time.”

“Where’s your brother?”

“Joe? I don’t know. I haven’t seen
him in a long time.”

Jack’s wife did support his alibi, and

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no amount of questioning could break

his story that he had been at home
when the two patrolmen were shot.

“You know,” Lieutenant Mahoney
said. “This fellow Gaylord - could
have been handing us a line just to
get us to ease off on his slot machine
racket.”

“I don’t think so,” Yoris contra-
dicted. ‘“O’Donnell is lying, but we
can’t prove it—yet. I’m going to try
to put him in a safe place until we —
can.”

Charged with vagrancy, Jack
O’Donnell drew a six months’ term,
but filed an appeal and was released
on bond.

“Keep him in sight,” Yoris ordered:
“And try to pick up the trail of his
brother.”

A pickup order was spread along
the entire Coast for Joe, but the
weeks and months drifted by with no
word of him. A solution to the case
seemed to be receding further and
further into the limbo of improbabil-
ity.

Other cases broke and were dis-

. posed of, but uppermost in Yoris’ mind.

was the fact that his vow to track
down the killers of Sickles and Stev-
ens was still unfulfilled. Time after
time he reviewed the case with his
detectives and other officers who
called on him. :

“Funny we can’t get a line on Joe
O’Donnell,” he remarked one day in
March. “Doubtless Jack got word to
him somehow that he’s hot up here.”

“Funnier examples of family devo-
tion crop out right frequently,” mused
Bill Sears, a former county detective
who had dropped in on his old friend.
“Just think of a sister putting up her
brother four months while he got over
a little hunting accident. Shot him-
self in the leg, I hear. Last Novem-
ber.” “

Yoris stared at Sears. “Sure it was
a hunting accident, Bill?” he inquired.

“I couldn’t find anything about it
in the papers around then,” the erst-
while investigator admitted. “I looked
through a whole month’s file after I
heard about it.” oe

Sears told Yoris all he knew about
the case. The information had reached
him casually after a young wife had
told of her brother’s mishap. Without
exciting suspicion Sears had obtained
the victim’s name and address.

“Of course it could be on the level,”
he said.

“We'll find out whether it is,” the
chief promised.

With Lieutenants Kuehl and Maho-
ney he went to the address the former
county detective supplied.

“Lester Rorick living here?” the
chief asked a young man who an-
swered the door.

“Why yes, he’s been here for some
time,” came the reply. “My wife is
his, sister.”

Tim Gabney, Rorick’s brother-in-
law, showed them to the wound
man’s room. Rorick was a dark-haired
young fellow with full lips and sag-
ging flesh beneath his jaw. He ad-
mitted his visitors with a quizzical
expression on. his face. 2

“We're from police headquarters,

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Four toughs named Hill, Ronda and
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in a drunken fury. Matt answered’ the
call and entered with his coat on his
arm and no gun in holster or pocket.
His badge shone on his suspenders.

Striding up to Hill, he snapped the
handcuffs on him without a word of
greeting, then faced the others. They
jumped him and he offered to buy a
drink. They dragged him to the bar.

“Beer,” he said, wondering how his
second pair of handcuffs could account
for Ronda and the Alk brothers. At his
left elbow, Vic Alk lifted his glass of
beer. Jerking loose from his captors’
hands, the little deputy hit Vic on his up-
turned chin, sprawled on him when he
fell and had the steel bracelets on him
before the others rallied. ;

From that moment it wasa fight. The
blood of the Finns ran hot and called
for vengeance. A knife was drawn. A
hand got him by the shirt and ripped it
in two. A set of knuckles crashed into
his face and pitched him against the wall.
He slid to his knees, avoided a lashing
foot and ran for the side door. Gain-
ing it, he plunged through.

He saw in the yard a pile of wood and
a clothes line. Armed with a club and a
length of rope, he charged in again.

No mincing matters with that long
knife coming at him from behind! It
was their cracked heads or his slit ribs.

His first rush drove at Charlie Alk, but
he had to dance away from Ronda’s knife
while he chopped Alk down to size. And
he was getting sick and dizzy from the
clouting he received.

A lucky blow above Alk’s ear—and

‘Matt spun to meet the, knife as it struck.

He ducked, but it slashed him across the
cheek and stung deep, making a demon
of him.

_The handcuffed men were kicking at
him and landing painful cracks. The
knife was licking at him hungrily. He
grew as vicious as his assailants and
battered heads and arms in the grand
melee. When, at last, Ronda crumpled,
Starwich. floundered onto him and
clumsily roped his wrists; crawled to the
side of Charlie Alk and used the rest of
the clothesline on him. And then he
eau for his drink still standing on the

ar.

Starwich not only knew the people
with whom he had to deal but he knew
every road and every hiding place in the
hills and he had an idea that his job de~
manded all he had.

The secret of his life 1s this: From
youth he hankered to be a member of the
famous Canadian Northwest Mounted
Police, the mantrackers of the wilds.
His uncle jn Austria had worn a plumed
hat and ridden a fine horse, and this pic-
ture gave Starwich his second dream.
He never got the plumed hat and he
never bestrode the horse, but the ambi-
tion remained and he clung to a cause
long after others had given it up.

When John Murray, the Canadian
Pacific baggage checker in Seattle, dis-
appeared from work and friends after
passing the remark that he was going to
“clean up” on a realty deal, it was found
he had cashed $4,500 worth of Liberty
bonds. Eventually suspicion centered
around William Gottstein, president of
the Gottstein Realty Company, as being
responsible for Murray’s death. But,
although it was known that Gottstein
drove Murray to the woods around
Angle Lake, twenty miles from Seattle,

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no evidence could be found of any violent
deed.

Starwich took’ up the task of learning
the truth. For days he searched the
countryside, and “others searched with
him until they lost patience and quit,
whereupon he brought his two blood-
hounds and proceeded to track the back-

country alone. The scent was cold; the

dogs doubled and circled and made little
of it. Starwich was told to drop the
thing arid began to doubt the wisdom of
continuing.

But the old vision of the Northwest
Mounted had not dimmed. Those
dogged man-hunters would not turn back
until the job was done. He stuck to it
day after day, beating the underbrush
mile upon mile. At last he s ied the toe
of a shoe under a thicket. In the shoe
was a foot, and behind that foot was a
dead body with a bullet wound in the
head and a gag around the jaw—the body
of John, Murray.

And now he had to determine the mur- -

derer. In widening circles he combed
the woods. Luck was with him, luck
and endless persistence. He found Gott-
stein’s revolver, proved it was’ his, and
sent the killer to Walla Walla prison.

That is one reason why crooks feared
and respected him. In the beginning he
might have nothing on them, but in the
end he would smell out whatever was
there.

Besides, he was nerveless. Ina mining
and logging district where men warred
without. reason, often in crazed
moments; where they stabbed and shot
in fury, the law had to deal with desper-
ate fellows, the most dangerous to take.
A man who kills and stands at bay with
nothing more to lose by committing an-
other murder is as venomous as a coiled
rattlesnake. An unwary step or a wrong
turn in the dark means the end.

But Matt knew the type. He, Mateo.

Starcovis, had emigrated to America
with them, had’ slaved in the coal mines
side by side with them, lived their life,
fought with them, sung their songs. He
spoke Italian, German, and dialects of
the Slavic tongue. He understood these
fellows and took stark chances with
them, holding back the use of a deadly
weapon to give them the first move,
knowing that fiery tempers would flame
up if an innocent countryman was hurt.

Three Montenegrins came looting and
shooting through Kent. They were met
by Frank Miller, the town marshal, and
they shot him mortally.

Starwich set out in the dead of winter
to catch them. With another deputy
named Story he tramped eastward
toward the hills. From morning to
morning they covered twenty-five miles
and arrived at Camp Four in the Cas-
cade Mountains. Around a campfire
they saw the trio they wanted: Borsvich,
Pettrich and Alagich. The deputies ap-
proached carelessly, hoping to pass as
vagabonds and so come to close grips.

“Shoot ’em down!” shouted Pettrich
fiercely.

All three fired. Story fell with a bul-
let through his leg.

Starwich dragged him behind a log
and returned the fire, using his six shots
with care as the bandits scattered behind
trees. He aimed for an arm or a leg
and managed to plt in each marauder a
bullet that would slow him up. His am-
munition gone, he hurled stones and
staved off a rush that must have ended
him, had it come.

The three felt the effects of their

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DVENTURES 57

PAS wUALE, Frank ¢d., white hanged Was (Pierce)
september 15, 1932 (in article)

HOW SHERIFF
MATT STARWICH

By CHESTER L. SAXBY

Going it alone for twenty-three years in the biggest

one man territory in the world, Matt Starwich, Sheriff

of King County, Washington, has established an all-
time record for gunless arrests.

Read here the highlights of his astounding career as
told by the only man able to get him to talk.

The pictures are from Starwich’s own scrapbook.

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body of a
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Taking along a newspaper photographer to cinch his evidence when apprised
ch found himself hero of this scene when the
bandit driver, handcuffed (wearing cap), broke away.

of a bank robbery plot, Starwi

EHIND the cashier’s window of the Snoqualmie Val-
B ley Bank at Tolt, Washington, on August 13, a fearless

woman sat leaning on the money-laden counter and
watched an automobile pass.

It was a little after two o’clock but the woman’s hands did
not tremble, though she knew that robbers would presently
walk into the little bank with the gruff command, “Hands up.”

The car rambled in leisurely fashion down the street of the
small town and the woman watched it idly.

Outside, the locusts made the only sound of the lazy summer
afternoon.

Ten slow minutes passed and then, as though the hands of
the clock had been turned back by time, the same car drew
toward the bank again at the same pace.

This time, however, it pulled up before the bank door.

Two men stepped out and walked purposefully into the
bank. A third man sat calmly at the wheel of the car. Little
waves of heat rising from the hood of the machine told that
the motor was still running. :

One of the two men stopped near the door. The other
came directly to the window where the woman sat. Her
breath caught as a revolver suddenly thrust through the small
grating and a gruff voice commanded:

“Stick ’em up!” . ‘

As the woman lifted her hands the other bandit, a smaller,
witier man, ran swiftly to the counter and leaped over it not
far from the cashier’s:cage. As this man rounded to the
rear of the cashier’s cage he suddenly stiffened, for two men
stood there with guns trained upon him.

ADVENTURES

“Stick ’em up, yourself and don’t shoot,” came the abrupt
command of two deputy sheriffs posted in the bank.

For only an instant the man stood, uncertain. Then, with
a vicious roar his gun swung at the nearest man. The little
bank was filled with the deadly din of revolver fire.

Still looking levelly into the eyes of the bandit at the window
—the taller of the two—the woman at the cashier’s window
stood with her hands uplifted, in direct line of the man’s fire
if he chose to go to his companion’s rescue.

But the tall bandit made no move. He held his gun steadily
but he did not press the trigger.

Behind the cashier’s cage the short bandit presently
crumpled slowly to the floor.
the bandit’s bullets found a mark.

Then a door burst open. In rushed a thick-set, squat figure
with hat drawn firmly across square brows.

Sheriff Matt Starwich was making one of his famous
dashes into the thick of things.

Starwich had been tipped that the small bank at Tolt was
to be robbed that afternoon. He had arranged with the fear-
less woman vice president to take the cashier’s cage. He had

sted two deputies behind the counter and himself had waited
in a store across the street—a newspaper camera man beside
him.

At the first sound of gunfire in the bank, Starwich had
charged the driver of the bandit car. With one swift move-

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Subdued at last, the bandit car driver in the Tolt bank robbery is here shown

under guard of one of Starwich’s deputies

after his desperate break for freedom

under the sheriff’s guns.

ment he had disarmed the man and
cuffed him to the wheel of the car.

Then, with a rush, he had smashed his

way into the bank and stood covering
the taller bandit at the cashier’s window.

The fighting smaller bandit had been

mortally hit. A deputy ran up to him.

“Have you had enough?” he de,

manded.

Then he aimed a kick at the dying

man’s gun hand—but too late. With the
last of his waning ‘strength, the bandit
leader had swung his gun and sent a
bullet crashing into the motionless figure
of his accomplice.

The tall man at the cashier’s window

reeled. His gun hand dropped. He had
been fatally shot with the last bullet of
his dying companion. °

And then, to the amazement of every-

one, Sheriff Matt Starwich, with the
tenderness of which he was sometimes
capable, gathered the tall bandit into his
arms and carried him to an automobile,
commanding that he be rushed to the
nearest hospital.

It was too late. The man was beyond

help and Matt Starwich grieved.

For it was this man who had brought

the little sheriff news that the bank in
Tolt was to be robbed.

Ordered to go through with his part

and play out the act, the Bandit Lawshe
had given his life, had double-crossed
his associate, for the friendship he bore
to little Matt Starwich, Tacoma’s
doughty sheriff.

Eight Thousand Gunless Arrests

Fe ee since his days as deputy in

charge of the largest single territory

of any lone peace officer in the world,
Matt Starwich has commanded the re-
spect of law abiding citizens and crimi-
nals alike.

Eight thousand arrests without draw-

That is the proud record of this small
Washington sheriff. | -

It doesn’t mean that he didn’t carry
a gun. In fact, he used it on occasion,
and very effectively. It was a .38 police
positive Smith and Wesson, carried in
a spring holster under his left armpit.
And when he drew it, it went off. Star-
wich had no use fora gun as a means
of threatening.

One of the few instances in which he
ever has used a gun. as a threat is pic-
tured with this story, and in connection
with the same Tolt bank robbery. :

The driver of the bandit car, a tough
named Bench, broke from Starwich’s
hands when he was unshackled from the
car wheel and the newspaper photog-
rapher across the street caught the scene
just as Matt Starwich made the threat
of hot lead save his legs from a chase
of the manacled youth. ;

For a long time after the Tolt incident,
the wounding of his deputy and the death
of the informing bandit bothered the
doughty Matt. For once in his long
career, he had chosen not to go it alone
and death had been the consequence.

“Go it alone whenever possible.”

That was Matt Starwich’s rule during
his twenty-three years in command of
one of the wildest sections of this coun-
try.

In all his long career not once was he
wounded by a bullet and not once did
he kill a man. He used his hands in-
stead of firearms, his wits instead of
gunpowder; he dedicated half his life to
the trailing of crooks and criminals and
not once did he back water. —

“Showing a gun,” he said again and
again, “means excitement, sometimes
panic, at the one moment when you want
calmness. Don’t flash a pistol unless
shooting is necessary. When the other
fellow draws, it’s time for you to draw
—and draw fast. If you're too nervous ,

for that, better stick to some other

tarwich Tamed 8,000 Bad Men

job, for you won’t last long on this one.”

Matt Starwich had little use for help-
ers. He had no use whatever for a posse.
It meant a lot of men brandishing guns .
and getting in each other’s way. Guns
were dangerous. :

Once a killer was loose in the Puget
Sound country.

A swarthy alien called Pasquala had
Slain an insurance agent, lugged the
body to Tacoma’s railroad yards and
vanished.

Three days he had been missing and
Tacoma wondered what Matt Starwich
was, going to do.

Then word came from Covington,
Washington; a station agent had seen a
man answering the description of the
killer walking along the Northern Pacific
tracks in the direction of Ravensdale.

Starwich was notified. He was ad-
vised to swear a posse and go ggt ‘the
man. Instead, he went alone.

He put on his hat, traveled to Ravens-
dale and started down the tracks in the
direction of Covington—a short, squat
figure without a trace of fear.

Starwich would be a large man, or at
least a.tall one, if he were rolled out.
Nature packed him into a frame five feet,
five inches tall, weighed him in at 160
pounds, and set his large head on a
columnar neck that demands a size 19
collar, then fashioned shoulders to meet
the strain, wrists of iron and arms and
legs geared to high speed. |

Starwich and the killer, Pasquala, met
a few miles out of Ravensdale. Pasquala
stalked along with a blanket about his
shoulders and four loaves of bread under
his left arm. Starwich was singing a silly
Italian song, singing thickly as if he had
been drinking. He’ rolled a cigaret.

“Hullo,” he greeted Pasquala. “Got
a match?”

Pasquala shook his head, muttered and
continued past.

Starwich \ peered closely, made sure
that this was his man.

Whirling, he struck for the jaw. It
was a hurried blow and merely drove the
killer backward as it glanced off his
cheek.

Steadying in an instant, Pasquala
plucked out his gun and fired. But Star-
wich had dropped to his haunches, and,
like a jumping-jack, he rebounded under
that out-thrust arm to fling it up with
his shoulder,

His second blow: caused Pasquala’s
eyes to roll and Pasquala’s knees to
buckle. Down he went, still fumbling
with his gun. On him fell the deputy.
making certain. Handcuffs flashed and
clicked. The gun was wrenched free.
The air became blue with furious oaths
that came too late to help Pasquala, the
killer.

Out of the way of a whistling engine
Starwich dragged his catch and searched
him. He found a stiletto, a razor, 75
rounds’ of ammunition and a .45 Colt
among other things. Pasquala was im-
mediately escorted back to Tacoma
where he was convicted and sentenced
to be hanged. ©

At Grips With Four

T WAS Starwich’s way to get close

to his man. Sometimes he had to
suffer for it. Witness his fight with the
four Finns in a Kenascott saloon.

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bedroom window and, escaped, 2 aes

Lerman ' Company:
was ordered to reinstate them and | kins,

| t0 protect their;emplo ent rights Jessup “mur
0 protect their, empl uae ak Prete te ‘Peshdot (Mi

“Two Ousted By. Union. |

Receive $7,000 Each.

John” Taylor, -
after being expelled.

‘from their Jocal and, its for

fieers. 2. 28,
e Under terms ofa ‘settlem

to full seniority at the E.. F.
and ithe

in the future.’
eThe - settle
eal 450° oft

‘ya}idefendants,’ ‘Judge! Charies
McNamee; signed the journal entry.

pSterted it?
Bhotsup eight éénts after the! Ak- 1
ricuitute Comrait tet Voted: Ties) moti” noid re
bday roishelve ills repeaiix ug Fed: is

ins!

Page wl

John ‘Rodrik’ ‘and |
who lost their jobs
from a ElOt;

Ainion, wort $2,000 damages meget
oo of-

‘Rot a

‘zakvand Taylor also were resiored
Haus:

m iti was: Tide iby
he: United, Furniture
Workers of America’ and individ=

eytier

ys abe had and 16 "s
a Lem eal Fie js heke she “pretzel doerush’
the present duds (3 A Wan Hoeter!
‘leno. al So" take Lata RISO PTs 5.,

he gf ay

‘House Topic

fieetitids yt

erat taxes: dn’ oieo.

sumer."

Representative ‘Rivers. yar South
Carolina’ ‘suggested: that!) butter
backers ‘heplain, the: Agricultcre!
cenyvaceh ete action: ito, pies geet
vawite.”

Fash, aes

to’ Dat). % 4 oe
} 'Represetttative August. oa Ane
dresen’ .of ?;Minnesota { Said /the
Southernimembers only, wanted: $0
bel more tottonseed for oled ang
Eothe: cow! fout of, business. rei
ree Representative: Jensen’ of
Yowal ‘aa Hi
“The good | ‘etilic cow: is: “man’s
foster mother.” Give her a breaks;

i a!

“$cHOOL BID: RECEIVED
654 was submitted by: Hall-Alwater,

iprice of .vse°
feat.

rea de ug bet eae at Bhs saat
a cs

us 5th it ah: pret He}, Gonut.: i 4 Com: must

i i. pet Red d Army

“priely PPalowny: eaia “raced: ay “thas oy
Hf ‘parted “R's: :
T Repreventativert Page. of: er elas: movedele Hot ci
He Said butier prises ; Saviet Army:

Pagé ‘said;ot ‘the price: jricreases wArmy
‘There ‘is a nice! profit fot. the jan life, exce j
a Exeteos Se the authoviaed strength) butfer handlers, no profit: to the: fage group. na

TAY ee did td (eee: burden, ‘on, the ‘con: ie, CAs
‘mean

iT hen: the. cow ‘champions caine A
Russian procedure to, demo ule, --

sone class,as another’ comes th.”
‘saidethat Was all! fiat was hanpe gatit
ing. so far ‘as. the, United” Staves:

{ been. disturbed ‘by the erecatda

of the demobilization report.

‘ Spokane-0P-A' low bid of $275, e

\ Seattle: cor ctors, Wednesday for
{construction | ‘of a ‘drade “sch

tee Soret Patriots in’ France.

4 ag

& perets Sp!

sa Be

“Thetey te ats es

*
Leeks
*'

Laemobi liza tet :

ze the size Of ate

Presy:: CMhicer. Rica ae} MeDem-
porteys theres “ne
finificance ?; 35, Russisp arnroarnces:
gents ithat.. alt: Minery..in ithe. Rea th
¥ dre being returned to *srwits
phiee in gire2 eve

Ryle

az) Siva

far. ‘as: we can ‘tell these.
o thange at all in the nuns
ber of troops in the soviet BAY:
McDermott szid.:

» Recent, esamates. by American,

+} mifitaty: experts Have. placed Sov as

4,050,000.

jet’ Army strength «
sito is Standard

iMeDermott Sai

felr Ae

could: dearn in the present ca&sé.0 5.
However, both State endl” Dela;
fense *Departinent officials have

eB OU Ss

sore people have been maktu:

* FRENCH ARREST RUSSIANS
ParisswP-Eleven Russiahs wer e
eh Thursday: by French security:
police on icharges “dfsecretly res
organizing} the: banned Union Tee

bapa |

PS A Be Pied. Fletcher.
‘Sheriff. Frank 3C.-

Sor: trial’ for | tHe)
once suggested ;
The hein: a’ rang
from custody,

kins made the rare
2 whens he, was!
d toa place near
c te. Bow

‘defenda: nt.
ders,

believe’ escape

He: said) Per
gestion: atea stim
+ DEINE | accompanie
his. Lewis’ HCOUBTY. nome

ot were. “not read '10« the jury: wi “da

pe EY :
union Thursday testified that Bruce Per- |

“hac, Aidden ani

ff Tamblyn

were not actually diet Thurs
;dayeas signed, £0: aless ip
i Tap

tinder | an exbaur ross!
examinauon. bal Deitcr : Rory :
i Foatery: Ramsey ented Mat whe:
‘had told Perkins ic aiid hote*7:
prosectite: Sniriey! Meee Perkirts
irk ty. jena. 4h he Oe rf

ses Sig eonié so

Migs: Phelps;
calel Hays atl:
PMALKARE | ‘charging:
s
t

fucting the prosecution. She ha
De is

-avith eee ;

‘*) Was under’ hospi

=| brother,

We
from:

a, LS pal of lumber,

4} mined,’ ieee scoot
3; Dunks told of hearing 50m
<1 Fire?’ ‘They shid the-boy reported

“Wallace; pul
fromthe house after Pe, had gotten
th ugh the window.’ y
euben’ Fi “Dunk:
| the: Sarned woman ‘and ft
twoy.victims,) was .not at
sday. night. He was en
Boise, where he

treatment.
Hed him “Nias

3,
hiner of
home
route
had delive exed

FGause of the

Sone wan

: : fiusband. Of:

‘dates 0

fio $4 and | 83x

Cou

ther than, the ae
fendants ts Sor union) offic

widuss de=tjus*
aoe

BUTTER PRICES) ae Si
+ igeattiei?)-Butter,; epric

nts.

ets

es TOSC. ys 9 | der

Thursday.

examination.

‘|General: Smi

pideo ss,

Stanbery Fos!

* Rozak) Vand ® Taylor ° suéd dC spot ber de net
damages; claiming “fRey) overcoat; "h,
toe beet ponetedtt fronr ‘the local}: The Thutscon County sheriff cial
jand, their "jobs in the closéd-shop. Perkins asked f+ sueoting him |
‘plant because ‘they. backed eandi- jatter Seite: him: go “wouldn
ifiabie ee eA A

amblyn, said’ his ‘
That would be pers

“The uhatitt ¥ was ‘on th

and Jicents a pourd:her? -+éntire .;morning § Thursday mom
The wholesale hei aan ne testify ing ‘several |] hours; Wednes- ans ae a eg Phat
tAA prints, wentiup?2 cet tn day: afternoon iF A a Time of ae Gescupe Neat hg was’).
‘cénts. B and C prints rose J:ce shee! eubiect ot testimotty Er ineudaai ity

‘nder questioning’ by Attouney.
thy ‘Troy. and), cross~
bv: Defense Counsel
ter. Tamblyn present.

t be! Pbeen listed ‘as a'staté ayitness,
phas’ disappeared, according to ane,

charges filed‘last week)
\Tambiva ‘Said; he shad facie | na:
‘promises fo do anvitiing for any~
one in. the. er ad réturn tor testi

a
rakeex “was.
cate mur:

erst Wed the!
after

afternoon by Dr. Charles P. Lar<*
son, Widely known Tacoma path=:
ologist who estimated the coupie
had died about twelve hours be-

‘ite family. had left. an oil heating

4 Stove burning ov ermght ina down-

stairs, room.)

“The ‘first call ‘firemen. “here res
ae was after the-two most crite 1)
cally burned: Dunks youths were
Admitted to. the, hospital; .When |

= [ilne h

fitemen 4 arrived the. piruchure had 4)
n leveled,”
ad who ‘eiceped areas so garth
hun and hysterical that police were
able for sevetal hours t6 deter-)

na
¥,

ow many of the ey were

he ret

Olympia: police Thursday did
not have much: hope of picking:
@ nerviest hit-run driver of”

“he fonnd/ ee
panes i ‘ar: bg sachs S|

ed:in minute’
the miirdénany
“He told of 2

identified by
“been signed

he events w

‘detail his: story, of
estigation.”
hich led

fore he examined the. bodies Des,
}cember 16." '

This would put the lime ©
deaths at rougdly six a’cit«< ‘Kan
morning of ‘that iday.

* But Dr. Larson ‘noted that he. |
would allow for a fifty.pet cent
error either way in «is estimate.
and further revealed thai he based

# their
’ the

ne officers. first to suspect that Bruce
‘all. He had not been iden-. office
tied and né one had obtai 4} Perkins.) twehty-two- on oe net
his automobile license. . formatory parolee. kad killed Mr.
Al) the officer's. know is that and Mra L. E, Jessup the night of
* patrolman Merle Phillips parked December 15, and of | eolhatesy
“Police © Car: Nuniber Nine at jant’s Jater’ “arrest. “pail alibi and
{Fourth Avenue East and Adams eventual verbal confession. Yad
Street for ashort time, ® when - Two v written. statements were
the sheriff as having

by yee es come

4
Reis

the. e¢timate on. the assumption

shat the room temperature in the

Jessup scottage | had been seventy
(See ace 16, Column 3) -

Apat an’s. Deal Of 1643.0
oS ose t Stalin! ood Paks ranten of tie wyalty: of the
fron Curtain... i essten who! goes. abroad. “In ‘pre-|

ea along with sey-
1 One of his prede-
ictator trade, The
as ‘another strong
mitsu, who did the
apan 300 years/ago

ng to Russia today.

are so much alike}

splaated a Rirssian:

‘OW SF -1648 Tokyo} lice‘uses it, but it was "invented by

notice the change.
the attitade AOS
Z ne tt
xy 16 the Supreme
decree. Sit was:
the: ‘conduct! of
@ institutions, of the
v officiats: with ans
ficial ot foreign
t of it ‘was. ‘torial
tnications with | for-
be through the For-
It scovered, every
ation: or. agen |

g; thou ee) that

inne Cadualiy, He
the country, Those
-éonfined to a smalk
saki and: neyer pe
winland. zt i

here was to beo

etween @& foreignes

except through the <

4ers, The old Japast
fhat “all: such, €op-
to be- reported m= |
ve locat authorities,
ea themiito apes

same with fof

Russia” alee ‘those

Woks jthat “servey.g:
rpose ever. reagly, the!
jer, Ins? medic ar
age ‘'stientific warks
rmaments, €tc., “that
nj learning dogg
te; permjtteds 4 ae Sai
/in) that day, was}:
ave Japan: The pen=
wting it was jdéath,
ssian, in’ fhéory

tein practice no -

ves except on’ an’
~ A’ few haveles-
“aa itby concealini
and “withthe: full

cisely ‘the same ‘way Tyemitsu de-
bereed ‘that the wives and families.
bof his officials were to be left in
hig capital for the period each year
when. the officials were allowed to
be away irom it’ ;
yee ye 448,
‘Dia you ever hear of the \igheck:
erboatd?”. ’ The Russian secret po;

the: Japanese.”

paeeices: Fa

ait Page Oise)”

Gegtees. atl nas
NeprosecutonsCamuier: Wan, ‘HWin-
kleland othérs had testified earlier
that a stove! was: burningin the
locked” Jessup. cottage wher it ‘first
“was opened. and the” “interior was}:
éxtremely warm. Hinkle. had ‘es-
timated the. gee ets at , eighty

‘Jf such were: the ieneen Dre Yor.)
sdh said, the bodies ;might, Kyve
been; dead another three) ur

peokld. do! to,,*

Renee euibterdcen | Biers 4 the ena of

testimort.
After Becicins: verbaliy® Hie

ted committing’ the murders, . the

stenft: said, (Hel asked what he
t “get rs avet. Wha int at

Buray Het ;
“The. sheriff. said: hp abewrte

yourself ai poor lawyer,” "Did you
tell him’ t> come: to me?’ quipped.
Defense SAY Stanbeny, Fos;

e Mn Foster. Wwas ap}
*kin'’s ‘defense.’ counsel i Judge
Wright after the youth ‘declined
to ‘seek an vattorney. The’ judgé
said the. case \ealled) for 2 well-
qualified: mart of. gees ae sabte

eit aed ye

OA torneys. for £

gated Die:

: % irr (ape ail tsb Hehe Ot:
state an pros- |

dinky

sacees te ue tachte Perkin

jthe sheriff's” Wednesday, Sareea murders! Evidehce submit

rstitwo gays was largely
inary: LEE
AL one point Mr. Foster, ioh- >:
Tecting to a question asked by Mr,’
t Troy, said: “The atiorney ‘general |:
i Snows better than to ask such a;

ig Ppquestion,” Te
jit Wr ite” ao “confession. and * get!

Mr. ‘Troy, relotied: “As a foray
@csistant attorney’: general, - You
know very well the Sowa Was

Laheity pis 38

Painting Pastor Gets By
With Crude Materials

Westbrook, Me-<An_ old) grape-
irvit Pani serves -as a palette ands
a ~bpiames AS; ari easel for isc
Teas ad
old Miethodis t pastor. :

It-ie-a_ method: ‘for phangheiine

building. «Guard: Ar omay have
plotted tar clet. an, assassin slip

hours longer: tha he H a esti

guavas suddenly; in a'government) | io: ; :
A brief. harst of taughtet sw
ine a haeaes but ey

1 ) THe, Revertha. »Freder ick 33

Vlegal points. Thursday ‘ag’ the ‘trial Nilg&"Wwhé cartes his paints and
ept. pmoved into’: its,more ‘important bilishesin a battered ’ shoe ‘box,

‘silent and pRasé——in which’ thes pros cution says that painting “sharpens one's |

* | ecution: . ngled oVerjoécasiona!

through , the» front ‘gate. at7J03}0;
Lwhen: he was” to«be ‘on duty there.
rs But at 10: 1S:he isn't’ at the front
gate!’ A bell rang: suddenly; and
He was. ‘switched:
of the. building. Every, guard has
been «sent! to" a, new’ *post.!
would. be assassin, meets a
fate. Sa

| day. Wyernita's: ‘palace was ‘pro-

jturies Rage

OL’

Pascida. py ;
rentitled, arene be! shown,
in the sanctuary,0£ the Gloria/Dei
Lutheran Church this ‘evening, be-
‘ginning at ‘seven-thirly ‘acloek.
“The filin will depict the: entire difé
oti Jesys Christ with emphasis up-.
on, the Passion’ and. ‘Resurrection:
The public as invited 10 mike oe

Left—c aries ‘E,. Jobns vert’ eg
Monday for Indianapolis, Indiana,
iby plane “following: the = “sudden
death jot his mother,: Mrs. Paris €,
Johns. He expects to be BbOe call
a sveek t

RLM Monticur Verdoux.

Loses. Paris Film, Suit

paris iP Henr A yerdause aL
today. his five million, frane ($16, i
000). damage “suit over the, film,
Monsieur Verdoux.: ay
/iVerdoux is a young. Fetes adi |
with. ‘@<small’ familys So is ithe |
murderous | “Henri. Verdoux, As |
played: by. Charlie’ Cb Puy in the
fim, 6 ° x) ;

the tisks involv ed

r wives and, fami=j distributor’ - of: the

ry FemMmainy beh

heThe real Verdoux ied French:
Tim and two?

paris 4 amovie houses.» The court:

Btniest thas 6 Bee ‘Pretty

ruled. he: would haves! 2 Pave ‘costs’!

t
Fhe Cae tors ae et

es =

ee fat

to vanother. part })

“Thet
strange

‘The Kremlin’ is fedasdag thus ison i

tected in the same: vay three cen: |.

of homemakers look’ to, ‘Safeway,

| ica ae Be

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ay by SAFEWAY,

Bread: is a fail part of th day by ree er to give sont serail a well ‘ "i pce
balanced diet, So you’ ‘want to! be sure of its quality.’ That’s why thousands
: for their bread. needs. ‘Here every loaf is,
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ey er to suit Cae bread taste in ‘the Posada ry pga eee

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DAILY OLYMPIAN, 3-18-1918

om a ry ae © ee 9 eee ULLAL dude Aes & 9 ph g Ld. Ld. | vi oa ( de ha Adk JN ed

: gx MEN STOOD shivering'in the chill of win- |
H ter’s dusk outside the small gray house. Over |
the dwelling loomed the vast bulk of the white
marble dome of Washington state’s capitol building
just three blocks away, its top hidden amid scud-

‘ ding black clouds. 4 sees
es] . é Four in the group were law enforcement Officers ;
two were excited civilians who had suddenly been
jerked from the workaday world into. the night- \
mare land of murder. : ; i
Chief Roy L. Kelly of the Olympia police tried }
the front door. It was locked. He turned to a i
f
i

medium sized slenderly built‘man. “You say there
are a couple of bodies inside,” snapped the: chief,
“All right, open up.” eee
The man shook his head. “I can’t,” he said. “The
keys are inside,” }
“The keys are—say, what’s your name?” ,
“Arley Jones,” the man replied. “I dropped the
keys inside when I came ‘out of the house.” °
The second civilian spoke. “Perhaps I can ex-
plain. My name is Charles Steele. I live in the
larger house on the front of this. lot and rent this

i , smaller home to Mr. and Mrs. L. E, ‘Jessup. I
a é didn’t see the Jessups all day and noted there was
: : no smoke from the chimney so I gave the spare
key to my: friend Jones here and asked him to see
if everything was all right with the Jessups.”

Jones resumed the narrative. “I knocked on the
door. There was'no answer. The same at. the
kitchen door. So I unlocked the front door and
stepped in. It was dark and I couldn’t see at first—
and then I did. It was awful; there were poor
Mr.'and Mrs. Jessup, both murdered.”

In addition to Chief Kelly, the.officers present
were Prosecutor Van R. Hinkle of Thurston
County; Sheriff .Frank C. Tamblyn and Deputy '
Sheriff Clarence Van Allen. ‘The’ report of*a
double murder. had brought out the “top brass” of ‘
Olympia and Thurston County, ; es a }

“How do you know they were murdered ?” Pros- {
ecutor Hinkle-asked Jones.

“Wait until you see them,” was the’grim reply. i
“I rushed out and slammed the door behind mé. t
I must have dropped the keys inside. I told Mr. wi
Steele what I had-seen and he éalled you men.”

The sheriff looked at the door. “Open it up,
Clarence,” he directed. P sf

Deputy Van Allen smashed a ‘small pane of bf

=e 7:

glass in the door, thrust his ‘arm in and turned
the knob from: inside. The officers: poured: into
the dwelling followed by Steele and Jones.

Just pe the door, Sheriff Tamblyn stooped

; and picked. up an object. “This bears out your
- story, Jones,” he commented. “Here are the keys
you said you dropped.” —.

The men stood in the front room of .the three-
toom home at 216 East 14th Street and gazed
with horrified fascination at the scene before them.
Across the room was a sofa and on it was stretched
the body-of a woman, small and slender and dressed
‘in a silken robe beneath which a night dress could
be seen. ‘A slipper had dropped from one of her
tiny feet and Jay beside the couch, Her head was
badly battered:
2UNB UN _“Someone must have hated her:a lot,”: mused
Prosecutor Hinkle. “She’s been hit again and again
and again.” | } ie

Jones plucked at the sheriff’s sleeve. “Now look
in the bedroom,” .he urged. viet?

The investigators stepped into the small ad-
joining room. The ‘carnage was duplicated there.
The body of-a gray-haired man in nightshirt’ was
sprawled on. the floor. He, too, was almost un-
recognizable—victim of a killer who had struck
and slashed and pounded in an apparent. bloodlust.

tArSt ay tae eo ART AL © That ot eeere:
PTAA td WA iy OF THE LET TERS

“1 of win-

e. Over
-he white
i building
wid seud-

at officers ;
lenly been
the night-

police tried
curned to a
ou say there
-d the: chief.

. said. “The

ume ?”
dropped the
iouse.”
s I can ex-
live in the
nd rent this
Jessup. I
«| there was
ve the spare

1 him to see

ssups.?
cked on the
same at the
it door and
ee at first—
were poor

ers present
. Thurston
and Deputy
report of* a
cop brass” of

ered?” Pros-

grim reply.
behind me.
1 told Mr.
you men.”
Open: it up,

aall pane of

1 and turned
poured: into
Jones,

iblyn stooped

‘ars out your

- are the keys

of the three-
‘et and. gazed
- before them.
was stretched
-y and dressed
\t dress could
m one of her
‘fer head was

lot,” mused
in and agai

“Now look

che small ad-
olicated there.
ightshirt was
vas almost un-
ho had struck
trent bloodlust. -

NY 0 BR MR ITY NMC
1 Se Ae
Bt 7 4

> . f. + bs of A LY ee . - 2 bl ua Bit i
tee -Sepetiock bie EOFS Ab a: Se Sone tS # ;

including ex-con-

COME
a 4)
$e:

victs. Map at left
vestigation, with questio
place located through the

aed

sacs POLICE CHIEF Roy ‘Kelly (left) and Prosecutor
- errerenencccecgaeneg, Won R. Hinkle examine the rock and butcher knife _ .
used in the Jessup slaying. The careful killer

the knife.

“a me we sana had cleaned any trace of prints from pCi

DAILY OLYMPIAN, 3-25-1918

get of Roe recent pee
York; riots, also “spdke

d of about 2,000 cheate,

kers and then Ps

t parade pp Lenox A

bugh the tense. crowde: |°

New York's big Negrd dis: ;

iful ‘of police stood by

s later said the marcher.

ed bystariders by wavin;
‘kering. torches. Pras
police ‘cats swung. a¢ros
venue at 114th Street
laders broke the thin ;po-

» and ,milled ; around’ ay
anting in tune”, wit a
ruck, “We: ope ae Hot be Fy

rooftops came barrage ‘¢
3, bricks, Saucers, cups, anc:
icks. ~/ ;
iad 12, Column 3}

‘behind: eAnderkon and Malle
ithe ‘Washington State E

Roy Kelly. exalted ruler of
elaborate welcomiz

paces. viaite:, she

| caused:
: the South and
ies . ex| ing fetes to,
16, 19476 draw, adminis “ ments { moist een
Beperking® was. convicted. of" first sration —inclié orld ©. throt fio “years. eats resiiltant cooler.

» Because the m4
@ murder, on ass 23, eat the)air moving ¥)

he is shat year :
as ; A, : 3} pect Trop
it ; pias : F Gxpected:to {6
ogm. “of Hotel Olympian Mr: HE Keller. Speakers “will i weather man $33
Thursday. : i - <ckelude Ben Stookey and Karl Ker-|
In. his. speech ‘he outlined the|stetter: Dick Minschull will lead
thanged in August, the youth was! iethods by: Oe yhicht the report. of| the oath ‘of allegiance and A?
granted a stay of execution by| commission jieaded by | former pledge at the beginning c posh ea
1 ieee Arthur B.. Langlie to} president Hetbert Hoover would :
the’ sec Bre 4 bry eras oe dy of tite: case.) save the nation three to some bil-
“¥8. m The state's: then |tions of dollars if adopted:
; iy feoewve abgced e: debra to, in aN arther.: '* | Representative Mack also: cael ifiarry te
erivg oe near “ Ree. ns for the future develop- tend Cae th
\ me ~ “‘Vment of the Columbia River Val-|" after. the! Peo aterit - <the 4-H early hott 4
He. said: that. poner output! members will be guests of the ap-! of abt “at
€| itol Theater. management aoe 8 nee born 18:
r e free a ity Fa s
es OT anes of the Achievement | MI. etieettite

-d that
l(onday

an we

Schars
d, pic-
rior of
prepa-
he vic-
topsies

iy was
t that
idgeon
veneath
s lying,
r than
-overed

-moved
Sheriff
elly de-

n, well- °

thirty
the au-
soh was
{ he as-

‘call in Stanley McDonald,

sured Sheriff Tamblyn that he would
be in Olympia an hour later.

The next step decided on, was to
noted
Northwest investigator in charge of
the Multnomah County identification
bureau at Portland, Oregon.

But before Sheriff Tamblyn had.

time to reach McDonald by long dis-
tance telephone, the Washington State
Patrol reported that Jessup’s missing
automobile had been found aban-
doned in Centralia, Washington, thirty
miles to the south.

The car had been abandoned in
front of the shoe store. The janitor at
the store told police he had heard the
door slam when the driver got out,
but whoever had been at the wheel
was already lost in the crowds when
he had looked up from his work.

Sheriff Tamblyn instructed the
State Patrol to have the car im-
pounded and held for examination by
an identification expert.

A SHORT time later, he reached
Stanley McDonald by telephone
and told him to meet him in Centralia

“early the following morning for ex-

amination of the Jessup car. He also
told McDonald that he would bring
the knife, stone and dish towels with
him for examination.

In the meantime, Chief Kelly and
his men were busy looking for Turay,
but they were told that he was out of
town on a business trip and wouldn’t
be back until the next day.

A few hours later, Dr. Larson had
completed the autopsies. He reported
that both victims had been unmerci-
fully beaten about the head with the
stone and that each had been stabbed
several times in the chest.

The stab wounds, he said, were the
primary causes of death.

The officers continued to check their
clues and the statements taken from
the acquaintances of the slain pair
until the early hours of Wednesday,
but without success.

When they returned to their offices
the next morning, they conferred as
to what their next step should be in
the investigation.

Sheriff Tamblyn left .the Olympia
angle in the hands of Chief Kelly,
Prosecutor Hinkle and Deputy Prose-
cutor Gilby, with the understanding
that they would keep a lookout for
Turay and also make another search
of the house for the victims’ money.

As soon as the details were worked
out, Sheriff Tamblyn left for Cen-
tralia to meet McDonald.

McDonald’s search for fingerprints
on the interior of the car had proved
fruitless. The driver had either taken
care to erase any fingerprints he
might have left, or had worn gloves
all the time. he was in the machine.

On the exterior of the car, however,
McDonald had found one print on the
door handle, but this had been traced
to an investigator who had looked at
the certificate of title strapped on the
steering post.

With that phase of the investigation
over, McDonald returned to Portland,
taking with him the knife, stone and
dish towels for examination in his
laboratory.

HERIFF TAMBLYN hastened back
to Olympia to join in the investi-
gation there. Arriving at his office, he
discovered that two new develop-
ments had taken place. .
The first was the discovery of the
victims’ money in a closet, thus elimi-
nating the robbery motive. Deputy

Sheriff Clarence Van Allen, Tamblyn’s
identification’ expert, had found it in
twenty-five silver dollars in a plastic
box and the remainder in currency.

The other development was Turay’s
return to Olympia. As soon as he
heard that the officers wanted to see
him, he went directly to Sheriff Tam-
blyn’s office and submitted to ques-
tioning.

Turay admitted that he had been a
guest at the Jessup home several times
in recent days, but denied that he had
previously known of the murder, or
that he had ever had a: disagreement
with the Jessups.

Asked where he had spent Monday
evening, after he had left the Jessup
home, Turay said that he had played
poker until midnight when he left for
his home. To prove his alibi, he fur-
nished the officers with the names of
those with whom he had played.

When contacted, the men he named
quickly corroborated his story, but to
prove that. Turay had gone directly:
home was not quite so easy. All mem-
bers of his family had been asleep
when he arrived home and none of
them could tell the officers what time
it was.

Nevertheless, Turay was allowed to
go home but arrangements were made
to keep a close watch on his activities.

After Turay, had been questioned,
the officers checked their list of per-
sons who were known to have been at
the Jessup home over a period of sev-
eral days before the murder and
found that Perkins was the only one
they had not talked to. j

“T think we’d better try to find him,
too,” Sheriff Tamblyn said to Hinkle
and Chief Kelly. “He might know
something that would help us.”

Mrs. Schars was contacted again and
asked if she had heard anything: from
Perkins, but she replied that she had
not. She told the officers, however,
where he lived if they wanted to make
a further check on the youth’s activ-

ities.

The officers thanked her and dis-
cussed whether they should put out
a pickup for the youth’s arrest.

“If he was such a close friend to the
Jessups, it looks funny that he hasn’t
done something to show his sympathy
for the pair,” said Sheriff Tamblyn.
“There’s been so much said in the
papers and on the radio about the
murder, he couldn’t help but know
about it.”

“That’s the way I feel about it, too,”
Chief Kelly declared. F

An order for Perkins’ arrest was is-
sued immediately, and although there
was no more reason for the officers to
suspect him, than the others who had
been guests of the slain pair, Prose-
cutor Hinkle and Gilby soon made
discoveries which increased their in-
terest tremendously.

SERKINS, they found, by checking
‘ their files, was on parole from

‘Washington State Reformatory at

Monroe. He had been sentenced from
Thurston County for the burglary of a
store in Olympia. His parole came
after he had served three years.

Law enforcement officers through-
out Western Washington kept a close
lookout for Perkins the next few days,
but he seemed to have dropped from
sight.

Knowing that Perkins would have
to make regular reports to. his parole
officer, that officer. was advised to
notify Tamblyn at once, if Perkins
called. His next’ scheduled visit to

the parole officer, however, wag still
more than two weeks away.

The first break which put the offi-
cers on Perkins’ trail came from an
Olympia hotel clerk, when he learned
that the youth was being sought.

“Perkins stayed at our hotel last
night,” the clerk told Sheriff Tamblyn
on Thursday. “A young woman was
with him and they registered as man
and wife. They said they had just
been married.”

“Had you ever seen the girl before?”
asked Hinkle. .

The clerk replied that he had and
added that her maiden name was
Mable Howard. Her home was in
Olympia and it todk but a few minutes
to find her address by checking with
the telephone directory.

When Sheriff Tamblyn and Hinkle
‘called on the girl at her home, she
definitely “ denied that she knew
ate or had gone to the hotel with

im.

“There’s only one way for us to find
out if you are the girl he was with,”
Sheriff Tamblyn told her. “Get your
coat on. We're taking you to the hotel
to see if the clerk can identify you.”

The young woman put on her coat
and started to go with the officers, but
when they reached Sheriff Tamblyn’s
automobile, she told him, “There’s no
use. You know I was with him.”

“Where is Perkins?” Hinkle asked.

“I don’t know where he is,” she re-
‘plied, “but he’s coming back to
Olympia ‘at noon Friday and’, we’re
going to be married at 2 o’clock Friday
afternoon.”

“In that case, we'll let you wait for

- him at the county jail,” Sheriff Tam-

blyn told her.

When they arrived at the jail, the
-girl insisted on knowing why Perkins
was being sought.

“We want to find out what he knows
goon the Jessup murder,’ Tamblyn
said.

“You’re mistaken if you think he
had anything to do with it,” she re-
plied. “I showed him the newspaper
story of the murder and he said that
it was terrible that anyone would do
something like that to Mr. and Mrs.
Jessup. He said he’d sure like to get
his hands on the killer.”

“We still want to talk to him,”
Sheriff Tamblyn replied.

ISS HOWARD was booked for in-

vestigation and held in jail while
the search continued for Perkins, but
no trace of him was found up to Fri-
day noon. Then, a little after twelve,
when he disembarked from a_ bus
which had just arrived from Cen-
tralia, he walked right into the sher-
iff’s arms. ,

Taken to Sheriff Tamblyn’s office
for questioning, Perkins claimed that
he couldn’t have committed the mur-
der because he was in Centralia on
Monday night.

“T can prove it,” he told the officers,
“because I stayed at the Lewis and
Clark Hotel.”

“What were you doing in Cen-
tralia?” Tamblyn asked.

The youth replied that he was look-
ing for work, and added that he had
spent the evening riding around with
a friend who owned a blue Mercury
convertible coupe.

Asked the name of the friend, Per-
kins said he didn’t know the name,
explaining that he had only met him
that same evening in a tavern. With
nothing else to do, they had just
driven around.

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what she could to help in the investigation.

One of the first things to attract the attention of Sher-
iff Tamblyn and Hinkle was a butcher knife, with an
eight-inch blade, lying on the drainboard of the kitchen
sink.

The knife was clean, but a dishcloth lying near it

bore unmistakable blood stains, indicating that the mur-'

derer had taken pains to wash the knife after driving it
repeatedly into the victim’s chests. This was further
substantiated by a dish towel found lying’ on the floor
in one corner of the kitchén. The towel was still damp
and the brown splotches on it showed that the killer
had used it to dry his hands.

“We'd better take these things in and turn them over
to. an identification expert,’”’ said Tamblyn. “He might
find something on them which will point the way to
the killer.”

Further search of the cottage, however, failed to un-
cover the bludgeon that. had been used to beat the
victims.

Several unmailed letters written by Mrs. Jessup and
lying on the radio, indicated that she had spent the
evening writing to friends. The letters hinted at no
fear or worry.

AY IDEA that robbery might have instigated .the
murder, was temporarily removed from the. minds
of the officers when they found Jessup’s gold watch and
chain lying on the dresser in plain sight. But when
Mrs. Schars arrived they were not so sure. She told
Tamblyn and Hinkle that her sister had shown her
$117 just the day. before.

Mrs. Jessup had kept the money in her dresser, she

SHERIFF FRANK TAMBLYN—
Sparked the investigation into the double murder
which took place within a stone’s throw of his office.

said. Twenty-five silver dollars of it were kept in a_

plastic box.
currency.

An immediate search was made ton the money, but
no trace of it could be found.

“What about their automobile?” Sheriff Tamblyn
asked Mrs. Schars. “It is gone,” he explained, “but if’
we get a description of it on the air immediately, there’s ”
a chance that it will be spotted before the ee has'a
chance to get too far away.”

The remainder of the money was in

INGRATE—
The young prison parolee smiles after his ‘arrest for
the double murder of the aged Olympia couple.

The car was a 1937 —green, Chevrolet coupe, Mrs.
Schars informed the officers.

Tamblyn immediately telephoned the Washington
State Patrol and asked them to check for the license
number on the car and the motor number, then to
broadcast.a pickup order for both the car and driver as
soon as the fumbers were found. The state patrol re-
layed the information to other law enforcement bodies
throughout the northwest as soon as the license number
was found.._

While Sheriff Tamblyn was passing the information
on to the state patrol, Hinkle, Gilby and Chief Kelly
continued to question Mrs. Schars.

The sister declared that if the victims had an
enemy in the world, she didn’t know about it. Neigh-
bors, too, who had gathered around the little cottage,
had only good things to say for the murdered victims.
The officers were told that they were a kindly sym-
pathetic pair whose hospitality was known to many.

“Did they entertain anyone during the last few
days?” Gilby asked Mrs. Schars.

“Yes, they did,” she replied. “In fact there were
several persons in to see them over the weekend. Arlie
Jones was one.”

Asked about the time of his visit to the cottage, Jones
replied that it had been about 9 o’clock on Sunday night,
and that he had been accompanied by Arthur.Bruce
Perkins, of Onalaska, a town approximately 70 miles
to the southwest: (Continued on page 58)

ishing and new development in Doc-
tor Banay’s study is his listing of
“model boys” from whom too much
was asked, it appeared, and they
“cracked” under the exacting de-
mands. Here are cases of youths no
students of society would dream of as
killers.

The first case is of a 17-year-old
boy, large for his age, whose father
made him work according to his phys-
ical development rather than his age.
This imposed a strain upon the boy.
He became a student, studying hard,
keeping to himself, but he had strong
anxiety feelings stemming from re-
pression of normal social and sexual
impulses. He had a rigid pattern of
behavior. But anything outside of
the pattern made him fly into a rage.
He feared his own tendencies and
withdrew more into himself.

The killing was brought about by
his meeting, again, a younger boy
with whom he had argued, and whom
he wished to punish. During the fight
that ensued he stabbed the other to
death. He remembered nothing after-
ward, and clinically suffered from
an ‘‘obsessive-compulsive psychoneu-
rosis,’ which. in common language
means he really was compelled to do
what he did while in an abnormal
mental state.

The second case is of a boy whose
home life was not one that would be
criticized from the outside. He was
16, and an obedient and co-operative
child. One day, during a duck hunt,
his first, he stabbed and killed a 10-
year-old boy he had never seen before
but had asked to go along. Every-
thing was suppressed in this young
killer. No one had noted any danger
signals.

The third case is of a 14-year-old
boy who had developed a serious in-
terest in music and was studying the
piano and guitar. Mechanics also in-
terested him. He was also suppressed

by parents who were strict disciplin-
arians.

This lad assaulted and killed a girl
he did not know. Rorschach testing
indicated that he lacked a sufficient
degree of inner control and showed
signs of anxiety in the form of com-
pulsion. Lacking general sensitive-
ness, he is the picture of the adoles-
cent psyscopath.

The fourth case is of a 17-year-old
youth who had done well in school
and was very well liked in the com-
munity. His stepfather was a very
strict disciplinarian.

After an all-night party and danc-
ing, with an older girl friend, 23, he
rode her home in a car. On a lonely
road he stopped the car and tried to
make advances to her. When she re-
sisted and ran from the car, he beat

her into semiconsciousness, dragged '

her back to the car, assaulted her, and
then struck her repeatedly with a
crank handle. When she was uncon-
scious, and dying, he kept on scratch-
ing and biting her.

Says Doctor Banay: “The composite
statistical picture of these offenders
speaks of a preponderance of unfavor-
able factors in-home life and in per-
sonal and family relationships, al-
though the data are notable for the
occurrence of many favorable factors
also.”

It is interesting that, in connection
with the “model boys” who became
killers, studied by Doctor Banay, a
report issued recently from The Crime
Prevention Bureau of the Detroit
Police Department has created quite
a sensation among parents, since it
states that 80% of the juveniles ar-
rested come from good families. And
it has almost, by now, been taken for
granted, that delinquents were mostly
the products of the slums, “Dead End
Kids,” so,to speak. That they actually
came from average income groups was
a shock.

spent ca

More than half of the lads did not
work. The great majority were given
allowances by their folks, were large-
ly pleasure-loving pack of kids. They
liked music and’ dancing and sports—
and they needed more than the small

change that was given them. And.

’ with girl companions that they wished
to treat, as one cause given, the lads
went into a life of crime, first petty,
then serious.

A recognition of more murder by
children in a bracket that was not
even considered a while back is to be
noted in a bill now being sponsored by
the New York State Society for the
Prevention of Crime,:in the State
Legislature.

A change in existing procedure
would require a court to seal indict-
ments against children 15 years: of age
or under charged with crimes such as

. murder, and punishable by death or
life imprisonment, pending an investi-
gation, when if the culprit be judged
a delinquent the indictment be dis-
missed and the defendant transferred
to the custody of the Children’s Court.

More and more, today, it is felt that
mere punishment alone is insufficient
with juvenile killers, that they should
be given courses of treatment and
cured. The doctor is being called in
instead of the jailer, a more reason-
able and humane adjustment made for
these young people who buckle and
crack under the strain of stress and
anxiety in modern life. No one thinks
the teen-age criminals should be

. “eoddled”—but a better: way to re-
habilitation suggested than the old re-
form school, that so often turned out
lads ripe for State Prison. ’ 5

However, the problem is being
studied by experts like Doctor Banay
—who has seen the finished products
in Sing Sing—and wants to stop
juveniles landing there for long terms,
before it is quite too late to do any-
thing about it.

DETECTIVE

DOUBLE TRAGEDY

Continued from page 47

He continued further that his bus
had become stuck in the gravel out-
side the Jessups’ cottage and that he

‘and Perkins had dug it out, then had

gone into Mrs. Jessup’s kitchen to
wash up.

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several minutes, he conclude
Mrs. Schars quickly confirmed
Jones’s story. She said that her sister
had called her at the time dnd that
Mrs. Jessup had told het about it.
“And I talked to Perkins, too,” she
said. “He has been a friend to the

family for a long time, and when he’s .

in town, he always calls on all of us.”

“Where’s Perkins?” asked Chief
Kelly.

“T’m not sure where he is, now,”
Mrs. Schars replied. “He told me he
was on his way to Seattle to find a job,
and that he was leaving by bus Sun-
day night.”

“How late did he visit with Mr. and
Mrs. Jessup?” Gilby asked. '

Jones answered that one. -“He left
with me. Altogether, we were here
for only several minutes.” ;

“Has anyone seen Perkins since
then?” Chief Kelly asked Jones.
_” Both Mrs. Schars and Jones replied
that he had apparently left for Seattle
as he had intended to and it was their
opinion that he was still there or he
would have come to see them.

“He was very fond of my sister,”
Mrs. Schars explained. “He always
called her Aunt Nita.”

B phedadgpara person who had been
seen at the Jessup home several
times in the week preceding the mur-
der, was Mel Turay. The officers

needed no information on this man’s‘

‘past, and they became immediately
interested on hearing that he had been
one of the guests in the Jessup home.

The police had had many chances to
learn about Turay. He had been a
thorn in their sides time and again.
His offenses were never felonious but
his uncontrollable temper and fancied
insults had led him into many difficul-
ties. :

“When was Turay last seen at the
Jessups’ home?” Chief Kelly asked.

Several of the neighbors replied that
he had been there early on Monday
evening.

. “Turay should be the first man we
talk to,” Kelly told Gilby.

After the questioning of Mrs. Schars
and the neighbors was completed, pic-
tures of the bodies and the interior of
the cottage were taken. Then prepa-
rations were made to remove the vic-
tims to a morgue where autopsies
could be performed.

It was while Mrs. Jessup’s body was
being lifted from the ne yoig 2k that
the missing weapon, used to bludgeon
the pair, was found. There, beneath
a pillow against which she was lying,
was a field stone, a little larger than
a man’s fist. The stone was covered
with blood.

When the bodies had been removed
and the cottage firmly locked, Sheriff
Tamblyn, Hinkle and Chief Kelly de-
cided to ask Dr. Charles Larson, well-

> known pathologist at Tacoma, thirty
miles to the north, to perform the au-
topsies. The call to Dr. Larsoh was
put through immediately, and he as-

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told he was wearing when he was in
Olympia on Sunday. They asked him
where his other clothes were and he
gave them a ticket for his suitcase,
checked at the Centralia bus station.

Sheriff Tamblyn booked Perkins in
the county jail for investigation, then
drove to Centralia for the youth’s
suitcase and to check up on his claim
that he had stayed at thé Lewis and
Clark Hotel on the night of the mur-
der.

The hotel register showed that he
had taken a room at the hotel on Mon-
day afternoon and that he had kept
the room through Tuesday night.

While this information was discour-
aging-to Tamblyn, he made another
discovery when he opened Perkin’s
suitcase which caused him to believe
that he might be on the right trail
after all. Among Perkins’ luggage he
found a white, blood-spattered shirt.

Realizing that the youth could easily
have driven to Olympia from Cen-
tralia and returned the same night, he
hastened back to his office where he
went into conference with Hinkle,
Chief Kelly and Gilby. After show-
ing them the bloody shirt, he had Per-
kins brought from the jail for further
questioning.

Questioned about the blood stains,
Perkins replied, “Oh, that’s not my
blood, it came from a sailor’s nose. I
was walking down the street, here in
Olympia, Sunday night,” he explained,
“when I met a sailor and a girl. After
I passed them, the sailor ran back and

clouted me one. When I asked why .

he did it, he told me that he didn’t
like the way I looked at his girl
friend.”

“Did you know either the sailor or
the girl?” Hinkle asked.

“T never saw either one of them be-
fore,” he declared. :

“There’s one more thing we’d like
to know,” Sheriff Tamblyn stold Per-
kins. “When you were in Olympia
Sunday, you were wearing a pretty
looking overcoat. .Where is it?”

Perkins smiled. “That coat wasn’t
worth two-bits after the fight with the
sailor,” he replied. “It was so bloody
that I took it out and buried it.”

Perkins gave several different
stories as to where he had buried the
coat, but the officers were never able
to find it.

Fe BALeInG that everything Per-
kins had told them would be hard
to disprove, the officers returned him
to his cell. They knew that they would
have to dig up more information than
they now had to be able to charge him
with the murder of his two friends.

Knowing that they still hadn’t
proved that Perkins was in Olympia
on the night of the murder, and that
they had nothing at all to link him
with it, Sheriff Tamblyn, Chief Kelly
and Hinkle decided to hold him in jail
while they continued their investiga-
tion. :

The next few days the combined ef-
forts of the police department, the

sheriff's office and the prosecutor .

failed to find a single person who
could place Perkins in Olympia on the

night of the murder. Furthermore,.

only discouraging results came from
the examination of the butcher knife,
stone and dish towel. There were no
fingerprints on the knife, on any of
them.

Thoroughly stymied, the officers be-
gan to lose hope since Perkins stead-

fastly maintained his innocence. He
constantly reminded the officers that
he had been a close friend to the slain
couple, and that there was no reason
why he should have murdered them.
He had always addressed Mrs. J essup
bse uae Seago name of “Aunt Nita,”
e said.

"eo DAYS went by without any
new developments. Then from an
entirely unsuspected source, the first
real break came.

Maud Turner, a young woman from
Centralia, complained to Sheriff Tam-
blyn that she had been assaulted in
Olympia on the same night as the
Jessup murder.

Sheriff Tamblyn immediately turned
her over to Deputy Prosecutor Gilby.
Before deciding on a charge, Gilby
questioned the girl thoroughly and
learned that the assault had been com-
mitted by Harry Major, her boy
friend. According to her story Major
had driven her and another young
man they had met in a Centralia tav-
ern to Olympia in his blue convertible
Mercury coupe. After the stranger had
left them, her boy friend had as-
saulted her. .

Gilby immediately drew up a sec-
ond degree assault complaint and had
Miss Turner sign it. He then asked
the court for a warrant for Major’s
arrest. After this he called in Hinkle,
Sheriff Tamblyn and Chief Kelly, told
them of the girl’s story and of her
statement that she and another youth
had come to Olympia on the night of
the murder from Centralia, in Major’s
blue convertible Mercury coupe.

“That is the kind of car Perkins said
he_was riding in around Centralia on

- the night of the murder,” he said, “and

unless I miss my guess, Perkins is the
young man who came to Olympia
with Major and the girl.”

In her signed statement to Gilby,
Miss- Turner had said that she and
Major had met the youth in the Cen-
tralia tavern and had struck up a con-
versation with him. After a few
drinks together he had told them that
he was having trouble with his wife
who was in Olympia with the family
automobile. He had added that he
was going over to Olympia that night
to get the car. ata

Major had told him ‘that he and
Miss Turner were driving to Olympia,
and had suggested that he ride along
with them.

Before leaving Centralia, Miss
Turner had called a girl frtend to see
if she would come along with them as
a companion to their new-found
friend, but the girl had been sick and
couldn’t go. .

When they had arrived at Olympia,
Miss Turner’s statement continued,
the youth‘tried to telephone a girl he
knew, but she wasn’t home. He then
had told Major that he was going to
stay in Olympia for the night and for
them to continue without him.

_The description Miss Turner had
given of the youth left no doubts in
the minds of the officers but what she
was talking about Perkins.

M* OR was arrested in Centralia
a few hours after the warrant
had been issued and returned to Olym-
pia. He immediately admitted Miss
Turner’s charge and corroborated her
story about the youth they had met
in the Centralia tavern. He claimed,
however, that he did not know the
youth’s name.

In addition, he told the officers that

early on Tuesday morning, the same
youth had overtaken him in a car at
Centralia and had said: “I left my hat
in your car.” Then he had reached
into Major’s car for the hat, returned
to a green Chevrolet coupe he was
driving and sped away.

“I thought he had gotten the car
from his wife while in Olympia, then
driven back to Centralia,” concluded
Major.

“That was Perkins with Jessup’s
car,” said Gilby.

After the questioning, Major was
lodged ih jail to await trial on the
girl’s charge and Perkins was brought
out.

When Gilby bluntly accused him of
the Jessup murder and told him that
he had been seen with Jessup’s car,
Perkins denied it emphatically. Later,
however, when confronted by Major,
he smiled and said, “You know I did
it.”

Perkins refused to elaborate on his
statement. However he told the offi-
cers that if he could see Miss Howard,
he would tell them everything.

The interview was arranged and .

when Miss Howard asked if he had
murdered the pair, he replied that he
had. “I did it because I was mad at
them.”

After seeing Miss Howard, Perkins
again assumed a tight-lipped silence
when questioned by the officers and
would, admit to only what they were
able to uncover and confront him
with.

He admitted that he had visited
with the Jessups for about an hour
and a half before the slaying and said
that it was either shortly before mid-
night on December 16, or shortly after,
that he murdered them.

His only comment hinting at a mo-
tive for the brutal murder was:
“That'll teach older folks not to try
and tell young people how to live.”

Although Perkins had confessed to
the murder, the officers continued the
investigation so that when he was
brought to trial they would have an
iron bound case against him.

They learned from their further in-
vestigation that after the murder,
Perkins had gone to Centralia. He
left there on Tuesday afternoon and
went through Olympia to Seattle
where he remained Tuesday night and

. Wednesday morning.

In Seattle, he applied for a job with
a magazine selling crew, but turned
it down later because his parole regu-
lations prevented him from leaving
the state.

On Wednesday afternoon, he re-
turned to Olympia and stayed all
night in the leading Olympia hotel.
Thursday morning, he returned to
Centralia, then returned to Olympia
again on Friday for his intended wed-
ding, at which time he was arrested.

Prosecutor Hinkle charged the
twenty-two-year-old Perkins with
first degree murder on December 23,

and although the trial has not yet.

taken place, the investigation has gone
on constantly.

By piecing the information together
bit by bit, the officers now are con-
vinced that Perkins tried to borrow
the elderly couple’s car; when they re-
fused him, he murdered them for it.

Eprror’s Note: The names Mel Tu-
ray, Mable Howard, Maud Turner and
Harry Major, as used in this story, are
fictitious, to prevent embarrassment
to persons innocently involved in a
criminal investigation.

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Friday fastcne The. five; bart:
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2 Sores Hon

Crash Victimg

a Friends le filled the Full: ‘Gos ‘
Cesante church’: in..Colfax Tue

. afternoon: to pay their final r
xo Mr. -and Mrs. Roe Sayles,

man, : victims df. a’. -Plane.icras fe
/wetk! néar Price, Utah. + The « :

: fungral rites’ were conducted

Rev. Vohn: Hauptx Pullman, a:

“ pterment was in the Colfax’ cem

iMr and: Mrs. Sayles: were
i wheit! their small* private
cashed, and burned during a
flight; irony Havana: Investig
Said. the plahé ran’ into a sStorng

ng’ inst Apparently ‘crashed while atte

to make a forced landing.”

- The ‘couple, had ‘resided in
man; for the last ‘two years
> Mr. Sayles wastassociated | in th
estate: 4nd - insurance. business

. his: soh; Ivan.\ Prior 40 pai

Soa they had: farmed’ i

Winon& district for the fast 35 y y
x “Mn. | ; Sayles was born iat 7
© Idat, ‘while Mr. Sayles was awn
‘They: “were Marrick
Winota tn, 1913 and had made
ome! on ‘@ farm i in that. ‘vicinity
een ‘two %

eae ty i addition. toe thet esh
they dre: Survived’ by. two..other 4

Ge D, Sayles < of Winona, ‘and:

3 "Dale: Sayles, Tillamook*<

hile}
ong a a

Mr oer Vac
- Rites Conducted

Poke OA Behe; ries |
Mrs, Wayne Vay Voorhis. who

“in’a Spokane ‘hospital Friday ft

a’ lingering ‘illness.’ were held hy
' this Week with the Kimball: Fune
emite in: charge. of nits veri ts
Buri! was in the Tekoa semete
«Mrs.:-Wan Voorhis, wife of |
mastet OF the focal grangé, had be
ill with) theumatié ever for
time. She’

Sei V

sO 4
Se a SOS St ae BS

While posses: sha the ugly
‘Sheriff, Blankenship and identi

‘punch drunk
cation expert Edward Moody, above,

ex-pugilist shown at left, .

‘ pensied hs bullet ates in the back of the getaway car.

police car Yor a sswedhor shotgun, ‘Peer- .
ving over the top of the hood, waiting for
‘a chance to send the ugly scattering shot ‘
’ whistling’ :toward” his. adversary, thie”
deputy heard the ping of a bullet against:
He looked at the ’:

‘the metal of the car.
fallen, thug i in the roadway.

The man’s.arm was raised, And,from
.the weapon. he’ held, an’ orange. flame’

peck silently into ‘the shifting, fog,
The man’ on the ground was using a

ismall-bore » ‘weapon equipped - with a si-

lencer.
The deputy. ‘toed the blood from his
/.eyes. He could not shoot at the man who
crouched, almost ‘underneath the body of
* Riv Jackson:
’ the’ body of his fellaw deputy.. And so he
sent a charge frqm whe yawning mouth of

Life: might still’ pulse. in |’

the: 12-gauge riot gun toward the salad 5

where the other bandit was striving for":
a.better aim, The man ducked as he saw.

the shotgun leveled... A moment later :
Jim: expended the ‘other charge with no ©
better effect, while the silent weapon con-.
tinued to spit at him like a cornered

cobra.

,-| The uneven fight waged on. Two men ©“
bulwarked behind the hoods’ of, their’ * :

separate cars fought and reloaded, fought
and reloaded again.
Midway: between them the third man

lay behind a human: breastwork, a >
strangely silent but vicious weapon in :

his hands,
Jim Compton’s guns were empty. at
ast,

silent. But bullets still struck the car or

' DARING

The revolver behind the sedan was

Miller, a

Bloodsta
manhunt

vir

»whistled overt

wounded band
",). And then tw
“down the hill

halis.’ Anothe

2 scene of this
»¢ battle.
, might stop at
and .. himself
-}Compton ran
‘the oncoming

Fearft

The vehicle
Sea
complaining |
face that sudd

~~ lights as Jim |

, As the tru:
scene of the f

and saw the t

DETECTIV!

‘d to appease woman’s ever- }
unger for a few modest: new
wear. Bila
were no more details from
ad. The telephone did not ring’
il ten minutes béfore 6-o’clock.
: of a man spokéd my name. It:
ange voice and it was camou-
have been too long the wife of
orcement officer, and too closely | _
with the tragic ‘side of life | f -
it to recognize the straina man’ .}-
his voice when he is trying to me
he considers merciful lies over
one, Beta
bad car accident at the foot of © ~.
Till,” the voice: said. “One’
d and another badly hurt.”
id the ambulance,” I told him. {
loctors.” : SeGigug
emergency had arisen. A car.
2 man dead and another prob-
g. I telephoried to Sheriff =} -
ip again, explained that every- « A
ut on the manhtint for robbers
eskill Hill was the scene of a
cident. dea 8
ot forgotten that Meskill Hill.
lace where my husband ahd . [
ton had gone to intercept two
The fog that crept through the
yw was a iad Riv hand reach-

heart. Had Riv Jackson an-.
last alarm ? ho were these
vho lay on the cold pavement,

4 .

not. draw their guns,“ Riv. Jackson:

-. Compton said, as if he had walked int
», an invisible wall... One hand moved to«

flung open the sedan door and fell face ©
» forward into the.road. Jim Compton

- and . fired. at. another shadowy. form

.. roaring gun matched that of the man...

”

eckerl, the life gofté from one’

bodies wri
of them? | . hee
‘Through bloody bandages, while. ‘a
doctor looked in amazement at the bullet °
holes in his clothing and found no.cor-
" responding holes in his flesh, Jim Comp-
ton told me the tale an-hour later. 3.
._. They had driven out to the Meskill”
Hill. section of the Ocean’ Beach ‘high- .
way, Jim’ Compton and’ Riv Jackson... -
. They. had met a battered 1929 Nash.sedan
.with two, men in the front seat. In-the,
momentary: flash of their carlights:in |
‘ passing, Jim Comptor had murmured to =
Mr. Jackson, who was driving the official
Carty; HA gs a
“One of, those two has a broken nose _.

—a face like a pug!” A einen
--They whirled their car and their open .
siren’ warned the Nash to.a. halt beside
the road. ee ay
‘The two men in the old sedan might -

* be: innocent travelers. The officers did.”

‘stepped from the sheriff’s department car,
first.) .He took two steps toward, the,
‘other car while Jim Compton was walk-
ing around their own machine to follow:
him. a5 SS as!
- Suddenly my husband ‘stopped, Jim

“watd the pocket where he kept his’ gun
- His knees bent. Then he collapsed and:
lay still on the damp, cold’ pavement: ©;
“There had been no sound! The en«'.
gine of the old sedan was-shut off. That.
in the officer’s car chugged throatily. \.

[% THE thin light of a misty dawn Jim. ,-
.* Compton saw my husband fall. His”,
own revolver came into his hand. One of -:
the crouching, shadowy figures was ;
scrambling from the sedan, The other |
was resting his arm on the sill .of the
open’ window. ee
__ There was a thin trickle of flame.from:
the.old sedan. Jim. Compton felt'a sting-
ing pain in his head. He knew that:the
hot fluid on his cheek was blood. . But:
he-had heard no sound from the other car.
_ He had seen only a thin, orange flicker, .
like:the weak flash of a small firecracker
that failed.to explode. © ©
And.then his own ‘gun roared, “A man -

, crouched behind the hood of his own: car

‘similarly entrenched ‘back of the ‘sedan:
The figure in the road crawled gintil ‘it
lay prone, close to the body of Riv Jack- _,
~son, The man: lived, Jim Compton saw, ;
and probably could still fight, but he lay
so close to his partner that Jim dared not:
shoot. a - per
It was a vicious battle. -Compton’s «°.

behind the sedan. The deputy emptied
his revolver, then reached inside. the®

I ‘intended to appease woman’s ever-
lasting: hunger for a few modest new
things to wear.

-There were no. more details from
South Bend.: The telephone did not ring
again until ten minutes -before 6 :0’clock.

The voice of a man spoke my name. It:

was a strange vaice’and it was camou-
flaged. I have been too long the wife of
a law enforcement officer, and too closely
connected with the tragic side of life
. myself, not to recognize the strain a man
". puts into his voice when he is trying to
‘tell what he considers merciful lies over
the telephone.

“It’s a bad car accident at the foot of
Meskill- Hill,” the voice said. “One
man’s dead and another badly hurt.”

“I'll send the ambulance,” I told him,
“and the doctors.”

‘A new emergency had arisen. <A car
wreck, one man dead and another prob-
ably dying. I telephoried to Sheriff
Blankenship again, explained that every-
one was out on the manhunt for robbers
and the Meskill Hill was the scene of a
serious accident.

“I had not forgotten that Meskill Hill

was the place where my husband and
Jim Comptoh had gone to intercept two
robbers! The fog that crept through the
open window was a clammy hand reach-
ing for. my heart. Had Riv Jackson an-
swered his last alarm? ho were these
two men who lay on the cold. pavement,

bodies wrecked, the
of them?

Through bloody
doctor looked in an
holes in his clothin
responding holes in
ton told me the tale

_ They had driver
Hill section of the
way, Jim Compto
They had met a batt
with two men in t!
_momentary flash :
assing, Jim Comp

r. Jackson, who \
car:

“One of those t
—a face like a pt

They whirled th
siren warned the
the road.

The two men ir

- be innocent travel
not draw their
stepped from the s
first. -He took t
other car while Ji
ing around their «
him.

Suddenly my

. Compton said, as
an invisible wall.
ward the pocket »
His knees bent.
lay still on the de

“There had bee

gine of the old se
in the officer’s ca

1 THE thin lis
Compton saw
own revolver car
the crouching,
scrambling from
was resting his
open window.
There was a th
the old sedan. Ji
> ing pain in his t
hot fluid on his
he-had heard no s
He had seen on!
like the weak fla
that failed to ex
‘And. then his «
flung open the :

.» forward into th

crouched behind
“and fired at ;
similarly entren
The figure in t!
lay prone, close
son. The map |
and probably cc
so close to his p:
shoot. ;
It was a vi
roaring gun m
behind the sedz
his revolver, t

ougilist shown at left, .
dward Moody, above,
getaway car. ;

2 riot gun toward tht sedan
ther bandit was striving for”.
The man ducked as he saw.
leveled. A- moment later ” ‘

-d the other charge with no
while the silent weapon con-
oit at him like a cornered

‘n fight waged on. Two men

vehind the hoods of. their’ * a

: fought and reloaded, fought
again.

etween them the third man
a human: breastwork, a
ent but vicious weapon: in

ston’s guns were empty. at
volver behind the sedan was
dullets still struck the car or

DARING

"og ddan

» ¢

Bloodstains in a barn where the fleeing bandits rested, above, spurred the” -

manhunt for Deputy Sheriff Jackson’s assailants.. At the

right is another

view'of Claud Ryan, the punch-drunk pugilist’s companion.

whistled overhead from the gun of the
wounded bandit lying in. the. road.

’.. And then two light? appeared, coming
down the hill from the, direction.of Che-

halis.’ Another car was approaching the

“4 scene ‘of’ this. strange, early, morning

battle.. Fearful that the oncoming driver
might stop at the sight of.thée two cars

--and.. himself. become a target,. Jim ,
’Compton ran from his shelter towards

the oncoming lights.

The. vehicle was a truck. ‘Freeland
Miller,-a Seattle man,: brought it to a
complaining: halt at sight of the, bloody
face that suddenly appeared in the head-
lights as Jim Compton waved him down.

As the truck lights washed over the
scene of the fight, Compton looked: back
and saw the taller of the two thugs drag

DETECTIVE

his companion out of the road and into

_ the: deputies’ own car, The car, swung

around and its tail lights were blurred in
the fog as it roared away.

EXPLAINING that he was an officer
‘and: asking the truck driver. to. re-

“main at'the scene, Jim Compton walked
back and knelt beside Riv Jackson.: He

touched his friend’s face and then his ,
wrist... The deputy sheriff was dead,
killed by the wasp sting of a silenced gun.

~\ Jim: Compton: told’ me the story

with a‘ husk in his throat.. He had
loved: Riv. Jackson’ 4s all ‘men did who
knew my husband... As’ I realized that
my husband would never again touch my
[Continued on page 62]

44 True Detective Mysteries

halis, five miles away, sounding my horn to let Jackson know
I had arrived. In another few minutes we were speeding out
the highway along which Jackson had been informed the
robbers might be fleeing. We made good time in spite of
the fog.

“How much information have you, Riv?” I asked, stepping
on the accelerator until the speed reached seventy miles
an hour. ;

“Not very much. ‘Gloomy’ told me one of the men was
tall and blond and one was short, dark and heavy,” replied
my old friend, calling the Willipa County Sheriff by his
familiar nickname. “It seems they broke into a house and
robbed a rich old lady of considerable money and some
bonds.” ‘

“WEL, keep your eyes open, Riv,” I said. “I’m going
to make Pe Ell before they do, if I can. That’s a good
place to flag them down. They'll have to slow up for the
turn in the town and we can cover them easily then.”

“Q, K. Step on her, Jim,” answered Riv. “T’ll watch the
road, but we'll have to hurry to make Pe Ell before they do
if they left South Bend right after the robbery.”

Riv Jackson, like myself, was a veteran officer. We had
worked together for many years and were about as friendly
as two men could be. I knew that I could rely on his in-
formation being correct and that he would be right on the
job if it came to a fight. I increased the pressure on the gas
pedal and the indicator on the county car stepped up to
seventy-five miles an hour.

The speed was a little dangerous, as we were continually
running into fog pockets, but the road was comparatively
straight, and I kept the throttle close to the floor-board.
We had reached a point about fifteen miles from Chehalis,
probably half-way between the long Meskill Hill and Pe Ell,
when suddenly Riv spoke.

“Slow her down, Jim,” he said. “Somebody coming.”

I slammed on the brakes and, as the car slowed to a stop,
Riv leaped out. It was still a little dark due to the fog, so
my partner waved his flashlight to and fro as an old coupé
approached, traveling slowly. From my driver’s seat I noticed
that another machine was following directly in the path of
the first.

Riv continued to swing his flashlight until forced to leap
aside to avoid being hit as, gathering speed, both cars flashed
by, paying no attention to our signals.

“Must be them,” my partner remarked, running back to
join me, “or they would have stopped.”

I had to drive but a short way to turn around, and soon
we were in full pursuit. As we drew near the two cars again,
I noticed that the one which had been traveling in the rear
had drawn up abreast of the coupé. This second car was a

Abandoned by the outlaws. after it crashed,
Compton’s county car (below) contained the
slain officer’s gun, taken by the fleeing killers

Model A Ford sedan or coach and it bore an “A” Jicense, a
signifying it had come from King County in which Seattle sy
located. The other car had a “B” license, which identified it}:

as being from Pierce County in which Tacoma, the second)”
largest city in the State, is located. Ee

“Get that A license number,” I said to Riv. He drew a)
pencil and scrap of paper from his pocket and began to write,
He had gotten down the A and at least two numbers when I
noticed it was going to be only a matter of seconds befor’
we overtook the cars. I was satisfied they were traveling
together and that the drivers had pulled up side by side in
order to talk to one another. Riv, too, saw we would s00n
be up with the other cars. Shoving the paper on which he
was writing into his coat pocket, or so I thought, he picked
up the shotgun we carried in the car, slipped a shell into the
chamber and placed it, muzzle down, between us on the seat.

Now we were almost abreast of the coupé. I gave a blast
of the siren and the car pulled over to the side of the road,
on the apron; the Ford sped away down the road. Instantly
I sensed a trap. The Ford was trying to draw us intos
chase, then the coupé would close in behind us and we would
be between two fires. I realized then we were in for a fight,
I applied the brake and threw the gears into neutral.

These two movements, coupled with picking up the shotgun,
gave Jackson an opportunity to get out of the car a split
second ahead of me. As I placed one foot on the ground,
looking always toward the coupé, I saw a pair of hands,
nothing else, protruding over the back of the tall man who
had been driving. By this time Riv had taken about two
steps. He must have seen the hands at the same instant |
saw them.

“Why you—” I heard him exclaim.

Putt!

Just that and nothing more. There was no explosion and
the sound I heard was hardly louder than a dull clap of
hands. But I saw my partner falling backward on the pave
ment between the county car and the coupé, which were not
more than eight feet apart.

Now I shoot cross-fire, or left-handed. With my right
hand I had started to raise the shotgun to my shoulder, when
I heard the roar of a pistol and felt a crash on the right side
of my head which staggered me back a couple of steps. The

- man at the wheel had come out firing.

‘As I shook the blinding blood from my eyes I saw another

- man serambling out between the cars. Again I brought th

shotgun up as the taller desperado dived for cover on th
other side of the county car. I fired at the squat, heavy, dark
visaged man whom I realized had brought Jackson down
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“Get ’em up or I’ll kill you!” I called, but the answer wa
a shot from beneath the ear which nicked my left leg.

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_sveral pieces of jewelry which they had previously over-
hooked

“We'll have to tie you up, mother,” said the blond bandit.
» “We need about two hours’ start.”

Taping Mrs. Cartier’s mouth, then her ankles and, finally,
ter wrists behind her back, the two made ready to depart.
> “We hate to leave the house in such a mess,” said the
Psqut one. “Do you want the light left on?”

i » “No, but I wish you would untie my feet so I can get
TY » about,” Mrs. Cartier mumbled through her taped lips.
“We can’t do that, mother,” replied the robber, applying a
. kst strip to her mouth, “but we’ll leave the back door wide
| . be so the neighbors will find you.”
‘And then, believing they had plenty of time in which to
make their getaway, the men fled. But the ankle-taping job

and in a very few minutes after her persecutors departed the
* old lady had worked a foot free.

Struggling to her feet, she managed to reach a small table
oa which she knew a pair of scissors lay; these she knocked
to the floor. Now she knelt, worked open the scissors with
ber bound hands and sawed against one of the blades until
her wrists were free. Reaching the telephone she found that
1 was dead and realized that the wires had been cut.

S D .aaainst which Mrs. Cartier protested had been poorly done

ounty, The back door was open. It had been unlocked with a key

which Mrs. Cartier always kept in a secret hiding place; that
\gton thought brought fear to her heart and lent speéd to her feet.
Along the street to the home of her friend, Dr. J. M. Bam-
mert, who had lived near her for many years, the elderly
woman made her way. At 4:40 a.m. she knocked on. the

suddenly at, night
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room.

il 7th, 1937, that _ When the author

uth Bend, Wash-
noise downstairs.
the death of her
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doctor’s door and, when he answered, told him what had
transpired. Dr. Bammert immediately notified Sheriff Roy
Tresize, in the neighboring city of Raymond, then turned to
attend Mrs. Cartier. Her last words before she was over-
come by her horrifying ordeal informed the doctor that she
had heard a car start up a short distance from her home
while she was struggling to release herself.

Sheriff Tresize summoned Deputy George Hultgren and
went into action. Three routes of escape, he knew, lay open
to the robbers. They could go north toward Grays Harbor,
south to Longbeach on the Columbia River, or east. toward
Chehalis and the Puget Sound country, the last being the
most likely choice.

In Raymond, Sheriff Tresize stopped at a station for gas
and was informed by the attendant that fifteen minutes pre-
viously a speeding car had headed north. Sounding the alarm
by telephone throughout Southwestern Washington, the
Sheriff .and his deputy took the northern trail toward Grays
Harbor and the cities of Aberdeen and Hoquiam.

I had retired about midnight and it was exactly five o'clock
in the morning when the ringing telephone in an adjoining
room awakened me with a start. I got out of bed and sleepily
stumbled toward the phone. Glancing out the window I saw
that a heavy fog had descended since I went to bed.

“Get your clothes on quick, Jim, and come over to the
jail,” I heard Deputy Jailer Riv Jackson saying. “There's
been a robbery at South Bend and Tresize thinks the guys
are headed either this way or toward Grays Harbor. He
wants us to cover the Ocean Beach Highway.”

“Tl be right over, Riv,” I replied and in less than fifteen
minutes after I got the call I was in the county seat at Che-

fore? In aheaaiine? A faint memory
of my newspaper days knocked ‘at ‘the

door of my consciousness. I tried to
concentrate.
The matter worried me. I finally

decided to get away from the whole
matter by attending a movie. I’ve
often found that the knottiest problems
untie when one gets away from them;
then one gains perspective and clarity
of vision. But the pounding emphasis
of those words refused to let me es-
cape. They were a haunting voice,
calling to me out of the past.

I saw watching Douglas Fairbanks
and a capable cast flicker across the
silver screen in The Three Musketeers.
Suddenly, before my mind, flashed the
memory of a Kansas cyclone that
struck a house in which an expectant

The Three Musketeers. That cy-
clone had occurred twenty years
earlier when I was a police reporter.
During the storm a frame house had
crumbled to the ground, burying sev-
eral families in the debris. I had ar-
rived on the scene with the police in
time to take part in the rescue work.
Among the injfsred we had found a
yf woman and her three chil-
ren.

ER husband, she told us, was in
Spain helping a man out of prison.

At this juncture the movie theater
faded into nothingness. Memories
smashed home with terrific sharpness.
Spain! To help a man out of prison!
Other angles of the memory picture
became more clear. A hunt through
the ruins ... the discovery of a letter

in a dresser drawer which the woman
had read to me ... The husband’s
address at Barcelona.

Heedless of indignant stares, I raced
up the aisle and telephoned the banker.

In my office the next morning I
handed him a brief typed report I had
compiled the night before, following
my departure from the theater. Ten
minutes later he laid the report down
on my desk with the words:

“Well, I’ll be damned! Some stunt!”

A businessman of unimpeachable
standing in a community was chosen
because he possessed money to make
the trip abroad and because he could
not afford to go ‘to the police when
he found he had been victimized—he
always was made to believe that he
had violated the law.

When the victim arrived in Spain

with the money to bribe the jailer he
was arrested immediately by bogus
officers and threatened with a jail sen-
tence for bribery. Naturally he paid
any price to get out of the mess, figur-
ing on his social standing and the
trouble that would follow an expose of
his act. Then he would be placed
aboard a home-bound train or boat to
hurry him as far from Spanish shores
as his income permitted.

‘I talked later with Postoffice Inspec-
tor Cookson and learned that the
banker’s letter was about the thirtieth
received in thirty days.

My friend’s appreciation of my
“ounce of prevention” was easily un-
derstood when he said: “If you can
find Douglas Fairbanks for me tell him
his picture plus your memory saved me
a helluvalot of money!”

A Fortune from the Living Dead (Continued from Page 23)

mother sat reading Dumas’ novel,
“And that isn’t all,” Boyle told
Madden. “Look at this.”

He produced a photograph.

“That's a picture of Bottger made at
the hospital,” he said. “They make
pictures in these cases to help the
doctors in future studies of the dis-

“Boys, we're getting somewhere
now,” Madden said. “I think that this
racket has been going on for years.
God knows how much it’s cost the in-
surance companies!”

Then, suddenly, everything stalled.
Plenty of discrepancies cropped up in
the stories told by witnesses but no-
body would admit anything.

But Boyle and Meehan kept on plug-
ging. They checked and rechecked.
They investigated every detail. They
questioned every statement made by
every witness, analyzing, tearing apart,
studying.

One detail, casually mentioned dur-
ing the Forsters’ examination, was that
the person who first suggested the in-
surance was a roomer named Thomas
Rollo.

The detectives delved into the life,
habits, friends, relatives of this man.

Back in the Summer of 1934 Bott-
ger, just discharged from the hospital,
took a room on Pacific Street. Sor-
rowfully he told the Forsters and
Rollo that the doctors had given him
up, that he couldn’t live much longer
because of his disease. Presently
Rollo sounded out the Forsters regard-
ing what he termed a “foolproof prop-
osition.” His idea was to insure this
man who was so soon to die. He told
the Forsters a friend of his knew all
about insurance and could arrange
everything so all concerned would
profit handsomely without the slightest
chance of being caught.

A FIRST the Forsters were skepti-
cal. They didn’t believe it could
be done. Who could fix it?

“Never mind who he is,” Rollo said.
“He knows the racket inside out and
he’s been operating for years. He’s
taken those dumb insurance companies
for plenty!”

The main idea, Rollo said, was to
insure very old persons or incurables
like Bottger. Then somebody who
was healthy and young posed as the
prospect and took the medical exami-

In the Crime Spotlight (Continued from Page 29)

and Louis Babick,
pending an inquiry.

With no explanation other than
that she was “disgusted” with her life,
Mrs. Rose Titus, 31, of South River,
New Jersey, confessed that she had
stripped naked her two-year-old
daughter, Irene, and tossed her into
the Raritan River. Police dragged the
stream without finding the body. But
two boys located a dress and under-
garments belonging to the missing
child.

In New York City three youths all
under 21, Alexander Makar, Michael
and Joseph Frey, robbed a grocery

18, were jailed

nation. Rollo confided that the boss ot
the racket obtained names of prospects
from lists supplied by physicians,
druggists, hospital attendants and
others. As a rule some member of
the insured’s family would be drawn
into the scheme to make it all the more
foolproof.

“The thing started years ago in the
West,” Rollo told them, “and worked
so well with the small companies that
the boys branched out. Now they are
knocking off the big,companies regu-
larly. It never fails because every-
body is taken care of and nobody sus-
pects anything. There’s thousands in
it for you!’

HE Forsters agreed to take part in

it. :

Anita Forster posed as the insured’s
sister. Her husband, assuming the
name Ewald Rottger, underwent the
medical examinations and passed them.
The apartment house janitor agreed
to fool the insurance investigators for
$200 and Pensabene promised to do
the same for a like sum.

Thus they began taking out policies.
In eight months they took out no less
than forty-three term insurance poli-
cies, with a total face value of $80,000
and premiums of almost $1,500.

Insurance investigators at first had
questioned their ability to meet these
premiums. But the Forsters proved
that their restaurant business, small as
it was, could produce enough revenue
to take care of the premiums.

The Forsters agreed to pay all the
premiums in return for fifty per cent
of the profit, about $40,000.. The other
half, Rollo explained, would go to the
head man, who would “take care of”
all the others who aided in the con-
spiracy—the janitor, butcher, doctor,
undertaker and all the rest.

And so, while Ewald Bottger sat
despairingly waiting for death the
scheme moved forward. Nothing had
been left to chance. Not a whisper of
suspicion had been aroused. This was
truly a “foolproof proposition.”

Then Bottger’s brother suddenly ap-
peared.

“He knows his brother is dying,”
Forster frantically told Rollo. ‘What
are we going to do? We can’t afford
4 lose all the dough we’ve sunk into
this!”

store and took $200 worth of loot to
their furnished room. Mrs. Catherine
Miggins, 70, a State pensioner, who
lived in the adjoining room, was
found a few hours later bludgeoned
to death, her skull, jaw and ribs
broken. Police charge that she was
killed because she walked in on a
division of their plunder.

Three wealthy women and_ their
millionaire’ escort, residents of New
York’s ultra-fashionable Hotel Del-
monico on Park Avenue, were vic-
timized by a trio of holdup men, wha
stripped them of loot valued at mor¢
than $16,000 in cash and jewelry. Thd

Rollo said he would consult the head
man. When he returned he said that
the only thing to do was to cut the
brother in on the profits. This sort
of ‘thing had happened before, he told
the Forsters. All one had to do was
to sit tight.. In this particular in-
stance, all Paul Bottger had to do
was keep his mouth shut and accept
his share.

A day or two passed and Rollo in-
formed the Forsters that Paul had
agreed to become a party to the
scheme. :

Finally on January 25, 1935, Ewald
Bottger’s sufferings came to an end.
The plotters rejoiced. Those eight
months had seemed like a whole life-
time to them. Rollo hurried to bring
the news to the head man.

Soon Doctor Bonta arrived. He
filled out a death certificate for “Ewald
Rottger; aged forty-three; cause of
death, pneumonia-influenza.”

Next came Gelosi, the undertaker.
Within a few hours the wasted body
was quickly reduced to unidentifiable

ashes.

“What did I tell you?” Rollo said
when the excited Forsters collected
the insurance. “It’s absolutely fool-
proof!”

Bur Rollo was slightly mistaken.
Clara Bottger heard of her husband’s
death and started her own little inves-
tigation.

Then Ryan and District Attorney
Geoghan tackled Rollo. Who was this
“head man” he contacted after Bott-
ger came to Pacific Street?

Rollo swore he didn’t know what
they were talking about. They pointed
out to him that he might as well spill
the story, because the others had begun
to talk. His only chance of getting a
break now was to name the man.

While Rollo was protesting that he
could tell them nothing Boyle and
Meehan arrived.

“We've made a little discovery,”
Boyle said. ‘Rollo here has a friend
who used to be district superintendent
for two of the biggest insurance com-
panies in the country. His name is
Harry Goodman.” ,

“An’ he’s the head man,” said Mee-
han. “Ain’t that right, Rollo?”

Rollo hesitated, then nodded slowly.
“Yeah. Goodman’s the boss, all right.”

thugs forced their way into an eleva-
tor with their victims and held it be-
tween floors. They fled in an autg
but an alert cab driver took do
their license number. Their car

and proved to be a stolen one.

In Annapolis, Maryland, Jam¢
Howard copfessedatft ous
quegtiering that he had killed .
Wie Gunther, mother of nine chil-
dren. - Motive, robbery . . . Deputy
Sheriff R. S. Jackson, 58, was killed
and Deputy J. D. Compton, 51, seri-
ously wounded near Chehalis, Wash-
ington, when they halted a car bez

Boyle went to the door, spoke to
someone outside.

“Bring in Goodman,” he said.

An officer came in with a chunky,
dark-faced, partly bald man. He
glared savagely at Rollo, apparently
knowing that he had confessed. Then
he quickly assumed a defiant air, a
sneer on his lips.

11] OOKS like they got us, Harry,”
Rollo said.

“Shut up!” Goodman barked at him,
then turned to the others. “You guys
are nuts if you think you can pin any-
thing on me. You can’t prove a
thing!”

Then the detectives began to tell him
just what was what. They reeled off
the evidence they had gathered—the
discovery of the policies, the testimony
of insurance agents, doctors and inves-
tigators, the picture made in the hos-
pital, the admissions obtained from all
the witnesses.

“Goodman,” Geoghan said, “we’ve
got very thorough information about
your racket. We are, right now, inves-
tigating cases involving ten deaths,
forty-seven persons and forty-five in-
surance companies. We expect to
learn that you were the man behind
all these frauds.”

Before long Harry Goodman began
to realize that his number was up.

The first group indicted, in connec-
tion with the Bottger case, included
Goodman, the Forsters, Rollo, Doctor
Bonta, Gelosi and Louis Coucci. The
last mentioned had been Goodman’s
right-hand man and was involved in
many cases, whereas the others had
been connected only with individual
ones. Coucci, who knew many resi-
dents of the Italian settlements, had
uncovered numerous prospects.

The specific charges against the ac-
cused were violations of Section 1202
of the Penal Law, a felony embracing
“false and fraudulent claim,” and Sec-
tion 580, “conspiring to commit a
crime,” which is a misdemeanor, Each
defendant was liable to a minimum
term of five years on the fraud charge
and a maximum of three years on the
other. All were released on bail rang-
ing from $2,500 to $7,500.

In all, forty-seven persons were in-
dicted. On January 21, 1937, thirty-
nine of them entered pleas of guilty.

ved to contain two suspects in a
$120 robbery . . . Andrew Greenafege,
holdup man, was_ convicted in
Queens, New York, on unique evi-
dence: Shot in a scuffle, he escaped,
but had to seek medical aid J

Guestioned John Fletcher,
-convict, in his shanty at
assachusetts, two policemen
fatally blasted by a sawed-off
gun hidden behind a newspaper
fe man had been reading. third
cop shot Fletcher dead.

DEPUTY
SHERIFF

JAMES D.
COMPTON

Lewis County,

Washington

HERE is no more terrifying sensation than to awaken suddenly at, night
with the conviction that someone is in the house and that evil eyes, intent
upon robbery or injury, are peering at you in a darkened room. ;

It was at exactly three o’clock Wednesday morning, April 7th, 1937, that
Mrs. Emma Cartier, sixty-five-year-old widow of a wealthy South Bend, Wash-
ington, lumberman, was so aroused from her slumbers by a slight noise downstairs.
The house, in which she had lived alone for many years since the death of her
husband, was a veritable mansion containing fourteen rooms. She was not the
sort to become alarmed at the usual night sounds, but now she believed she had
heard someone opening the sliding door between the living-room and the down-
stairs hall.

Arising, Mrs. Cartier tiptoed across the room to the head of the stairs and
peered down into the darkness—but she neither saw nor heard anyone. Next
she went to the bathroom to ascertain if she had left a tap running. Finding
she had not, she returned to the top of the stairway. '

There was a rustle in the dark, like the sound of a scraping foot!

Mrs. Cartier turned a switch and light flooded the scene. Halfway up the stairs two men
leaped toward her. A heavy hand clapped down over her mouth and she was dragged back
into her bedroom. :

“We want money, jewelry and bonds,” crisply stated the taller of the two robbers, a blond
young man whose face was almost entirely covered by a mask of flowered cloth. His
companion, a squat, heavy, dark fellow, wore the same kind of covering over his features.

“My money is in my purse on the bureau,” the widow informed the masked men. They
instantly removed about $100 in currency from this receptacle.

“Now get out of here!” commanded Mrs. Cartier.

“Not so fast, mother,” replied the blond bandit. “Not until we get the bonds. Where are
they?”

Although she wondered immediately how these two men who held her in their power could
be so certain she had bonds in the house, the brave woman was determined not to tell them
where she kept her valuables.

“Why, my bonds are in a Seattle bank for safekeeping,” she replied.

“Sorry, mother,” answered the squat robber, “but we don’t believe you. You lay quiet while
we look the house over.”

Upstairs and downstairs the men conducted a systematic search, but finally returned to the
bedroom, defeated.

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the killers waiting until
they entered the house, in
closer quarters where their
shots couldn’t miss?

It seemed so. For by now
the officers had reached the
cabin and stepping up to the
door, Roswell crashed it in
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its hinges; the three deputies
crossed the threshold, threw
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But the room—the main
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empty also and as Roswell
turned, looked questioningly
at Balchunas, the man shook
his head.

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when I left.” Suddenly his
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front room, he pointed to a trap-door in
the ceiling.

“That must be where they’ve gone!”
he exclaimed excitedly. “They’re hid-
ing in the attic!”

The deputy looked at the opening
silently. To reach it, he would have to
get up on a chair, pull himself through
it by means of his hands—certain
death if the killers were lurking there.

But again, faced with his duty, Ros-
well didn’t hesitate. Pulling a chair to
the spot, he succeeded in pushing the

trap-door upwards, then raised his

head until he could see through the
opening.

The loft, too, was unoccupied.

Letting himself slip to the floor, Ros-
well turned to the other deputy. A
definite suspicion had begun to form
in his mind and motioning Cook to
follow him, they quickly searched the
two rooms. At the conclusion his doubt
had changed to certainty. For the ex-
amination showed that the thick man-
tle of dust overlying the floor had not
been disturbed for months, possibly
years, Balchunas’ whole story was
false, from beginning to end!

Returning to where the man was
waiting, the officers immediately ac-
cused him of perpetrating a hoax. At
first he denied it vehemently but on
being shown the evidence, finally broke
down and admitted that the charge
was true. He had done it, he said, be-
cause he wished to become a detective
and wanted to see his name in the
papers!

Meanwhile, word of the tip had been
flashed to both Chief Cole of the State
Highway Patrol and myself. Hurrying
out to the ranch, we arrived just after
the man had made his confession and
immediately placed him under arrest.
Later he was tried in court for his deed
and received a fine of one hundred
dollars.

"THe THE Balchunas affair had
been a great disappointment to me,
I still had high hopes of effecting the
fugitives’ capture. This feeling was
shared by the Tacoma police who be-
lieved that with most of the money and
loot recovered, the bandits would be
forced to return and seck aid from
their former friends in that section.

In view of this, a sharp watch was
maintained. Nevertheless, when Lieu-
tenant William Farrar picked up the
phone a few: evenings later, he re-
ceived surprising news.

“Police Department?” a man’s voice

inquired. “I’ve just seen Claud Ryan.

If you fellows want him, you’ll find
him in Miller’s Tavern in Electron!”

That was enough for Farrar. Hastily
hanging up, he turned to the man at
his side. ‘Get a bunch of the boys to-
gether, while I check on the call!” Then
swinging back to the phone, he dialed
the tavern.

A girl’s voice answered. Learning
that she tended the bar, the officer
asked her if anyone answering Ryan’s
description was there. She replied that
there was such a customer.

“Fine!” the officer told her. “This is
Lieutenant Farrar of the Tacoma po-
lice. That man is wanted for murder
and you can help us capture him. Talk
to him, shoot dice with him, do any-
thing you can think of to keep him en-
gaged—but don’t let him leave until
we get there!”

The girl promised to do what she
could, and Farrar hung up. By this time
the party consisting of Detectives
Shaner and Al Farrar and Officers
White, Stittsworth and Overdahl were
ready. Jumping into a machine, they
were soon speeding toward Electron.

It was some twenty miles to the little
town and the party made it in record
time. Parking the car a block from the
tavern, they approached on foot. Step-
ping up to a window, Farrar peered in-
side.

A number of customers sat at one end
of the bar, drinking and talking.

At the other end a tall, slim man and
a girl were engaged in a dice game.
The man’s back was turned. Farrar
couldn’t get a look at his face. But he
resembled the killer.

For a moment the officer waited, his
cyes glued to the window. Then the
man reached for the dice box. As he
did so, his profile came into full view.
There was no longer the slightest doubt
—it was Claud Ryan!

Farrar acted at once. Sending two
men around to the back, he and the
other officers slipped quietly through
the door, advanced towards the bar.
Engrossed in the game, the man failed
to hear them until they were almost
upon him. Then he wheeled, jumped
off the stool. But too late. Already Far-
rar had his arms safely pinioned, and
the others faced him with drawn guns.
Ryan struggled an instant, then saw
that the game was up.

“Okay,” he said. “You’ve got me. I'll
go along quietly.”

Word of the arrest was phoned me at
once, and I left for Tacoma early the
next morning to question the prisoner.
Though surly, he seemed willing to
talk and the reason was quickly ap-
parent. For while admitting his part
in the Cartier robbery, he blamed the
gunplay and murder that followed
entirely on his companion.

“Seeclert killed Jackson,” he flatly
asserted. “In fact he’s to blame for the
whole thing. I wanted to give myself
up when the deputies came. But he
stuck his gun in my back, and I had to
go through with it.”

After wrecking the officers’ car, he
continued, they spent most of their
time hiding out in the woods, slipping
into town at night to secure food. Three
days before his arrest they had parted,

Seelert remaining there while he had
come on to Electron to try to seek aid
from his friends.

“What did Seelert intend to do; stay
there?” I asked.

“I don’t know,” the man said short-
ly. “He got wounded in the fight with
the deputies and his eye was infected.
Maybe he died.”

Ryan’s reticence regarding his com-

panion was so pronounced that I won--

dered if he could be merely trying to
shield him. Or was there a deeper mo-
tive involved? I recalled that the
wooded country in which they hid was
the same in which the outlaw Tracy,
while fleeing, had shot his companion,
Merrill, to death. Was that why Ryan
had been so vague? Had he followed
Tracy’s example? ’

It seemed quite possible, but I did
not let it slow down our hunt for the
killer. A careful search was again
made of the wooded area mentioned
by Ryan, while at the same time, Ta-
coma and Seattle police combed their
underworld hideouts for trace of the
fugitive. Both endeavors proved fruit-
less, however, and in the ensuing weeks
the man seemed to have disappeared
completely. This was the more remark-
able because his features, punch-
scarred and battered, should have
made him easy to recognize.

Meantime, with the coming of May,
Ryan went on trial for the murder of
Deputy Jackson. Positively identified
by Mrs. Cartier as one of the men who
had robbed her—and also by Compton
as the man who had shot him—there
could be but little doubt of the out-
come. After a short deliberation, the
jury brought in a verdict of first de-
gree murder and he was sentenced to
die July 23, 1937, on the gallows.

With justice meted out to one of the
killers, our search for the other was
pressed with fresh vigor. New circu-
lars were prepared and distributed and
from one of them Tacoma authorities
received what seemed like a good lead

A business man from Lilliwaup,
Washington, a small town about eighty
miles distant, reported that he and his
wife had seen Seelert several times in
the vicinity..On one occasion they had
passed him so close that they had even
observed the small incision made by
the wound in his eyebrow.

Tacoma officials at once notified me,
and I lost no time in getting to Lilli-
waup. But once again I was doomed to
ill-luck. Investigation showed that
Seelert had been there, just as the
man reported, but had left a short time
before. :

Disappointed, I returned to Chehalis
But despite the ill-success that had
dogged us so far, I still had a hunch
that the last chapter had not yet been
written—that a break was yet due to
come. Succeeding events proved I was
right.

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N THE EVENING of June twenty-

third, I was just leaving my office
when the telephone rang. Picking up
the receiver, I heard a man’s voice on
the wire.

“Sheriff Blankenship? This is Earl
Adams, calling from Denver. I hear
that a reward has been offered for the
capture of Walter Seelert. That right?”

I told him that it was.

“Okay. You'll hear from me later,”
came the reply, and the phone clicked
shut at the other end.

While I puzzled over the call, won-
dering just how much information the
man had, he went straight to the of-
fice of Detective Captain William Chil-
ders of the Denver police.

“That fellow Seelert, who killed the
deputy out in Washington State, is
here in town,” he told the official. “I
know where he’s hiding, and I’ve come
to claim the reward.”

“How do you know it’s Seelert?”
Captain Childers asked quickly.

The man hesitated. “Well, I did a
stretch once myself—at McNeil Island,
when Seelert was there. I knew him
well.” He paused. “And here’s a tip,
Captain. Tell the boys to watch their
step with that fellow. He’s dangerous.
Back in ‘stir’ he boasted they’d never

FRONT PAGE DETECTIVE

take him alive on his next job. And
he not only packs a gun but he car-
ries a vial of nitro-glycerine in his
pocket!”

Captain Childers reached for his
pad. “Where's he staying?” he asked
crisply.

“At a cheap rooming house on Four-
teenth Street. He’s registered there as
Ira Tate and there’s another ex-con
staying with him, named Wilson. He'll
probably try to shoot it out, too.”

“I guess we can handle them,” Cap-
tain Childers said grimly, and calling
in four of his ace men, Detectives Mil-
ler, Madigan, Watson and Bennets, he
instructed them to make the arrest.

The officers left at once. Because of
the nitro-glycerine factor, they decided
to try to effect the capture outside.
Concealing themselves near the en-
trance, they waited.

But it proved a long vigil. Hours
passed and the killer failed ta come
out. Finally, convinced that further
waiting was useless—that the men
didn’t intend to appear—they resolved
to go to his room and take him.

Slipping quietly into the house, they
made their way down the hall. Reach-
ing the room, they paused for an in-
stant and listened. A murmur of voices

told them the men were still there,
and stepping forward, Miller and
Madigan kicked in the door.

As the lock splintered and gave way
with a crash, two figures lying on the
bed suddenly . raised themselves,
twisted around.

“Put ’em up!” Miller commanded.
“We've got you covered!”

But the outlaws had already recov-
ered from their surprise. Instead, See-
lert’s hand streaked for his pocket.
Wilson’s reached under the pillow.

The killer’s gun came out first, thun-
dering. But the detectives were ready.
Simultaneously, flame leaped from
their weapons. As the crash filled the
room, Seelert half-turned, toppled
back on the bed. Wilson pitched on his
face.

For a moment the officers waited
while the acrid fumes cleared from
the air. Then they stepped forward.
But the need for caution was gone.
Wilson was already dead and Seelert,
the killer, was dying.

As they watched, his struggles grew
weaker. Then with .a gasp, he suc-

cumbed. Seelert — former pugilist, .

bandit, murderer—had taken the last
long count. He had answered the final
bell from which there is no returning.

THE MAD CRIME OF THE PASSIONATE PARAMOUR

(Continued from Page 50)

Inside the murder house, Corsini
said suddenly to the girl: “Maria, you
haven't told me the whole truth about
what happened here last night.”

Corsini looked in vain for a flicker
of apprehension in her large, dark eyes
as she stared squarely at him.

“7 don’t know what you mean, Lieu-
tenant,” she said evenly.

“I think you are trying to shield
somebody,” he_ said. “Tell me, did
Binetti ever tell you about the time
he was taken for a ride by two white
men and two Japanese out at Saw-
telle.”

“Yes,” she replied. “He told all of
us. He said he was afraid they might
come back some day and really kill
him this time. So he always kept a
gun beside his bed after that.”

“And yet he never bothered to lock
the doors and windows at night.
Wasn't that rather foolish?”

“I told you last night,” she said with
a trace of annoyance, “that it has been
too warm to close the back door. So
Tano just kept his bedroom door
locked and with the gun by the bed he
felt——” ’

“If he kept his bedroom door
locked,” interrupted the detective,
“how were the killers able to walk
into his room last night?”

For a split second, the girl seemed
to hesitate.

“He must have forgotten,” she said
at last.

“Men in fear of their lives who take
the precaution to have a gun handy
aren't usually so absent-minded,” said

Corsini drily. “However, we'll let that
go. Come over here and look at the
screen door that was broken in. Can't
you see that hole in the netting was
made from the inside and not the out-
side?”

“I can see very well that it was
pushed in from the outside,” she said

hotly. “So can you. The wire is pressed
inward.”

“Very clever, Maria but not quite’

clever enough. If you will look as close

“New York? We'll have to ask the Chief.”

as I have you will notice that where
the screen has been punctured, the
little ends all turn out. Somebody
punched a hole through that screen
from the inside and then as an after-
thought pushed the broken edges in
from the outside!”

HROUGH keen eyes that never left

the girl, Corsini detected a faint
rising and falling of her well-devel-
oped breasts. He suspected she was
fighting to retain her self-control.
Then he went on mercilessly:

“That screen from the window, Ma-

ria. Do you remember telling me you.

thought the men must have dropped
it in the weeds?” He pointed to the
window screen, which was leaning
against the wall. “There isn’t a mark
or a scratch on it to indicate it had
been roughly jerked from its fasten-
ings. And let me show you something
else.” °

He picked it up and hurled it out

‘the window.

“It’s lying now in just about the
spot where it was found last night.
Where you found it, Maria, without a
bit of trouble in the dark. And where
you had time to wipe off all the finger-
prints before you gave it to me,”

The girl’s eyes were plainly trou-
bled now. She said nothing as the
detective gazed at her coldly. For sev-
eral minutes a frigid silence lay over
the room, At a table nearby, the finger-
print expert was unconcernedly ex-
amining his apparatus. When the girl
remained silent, Corsini said:

The long arm of the law reaches out for a killer named
Pinky when an erstwhile pal puts the finger on him

BY LARRY WARREN

——Trr

PS a Sa es

SERRE SR

IKE a puppet on a string, the woman sat up in bed.
Her fear-glazed eyes stared at the two shadowy :
" figures who pointed pistols at her head.
_ She broke out into a cold ‘sweat and a feeling of
nausea engulfed her. This must be a nightmare,
she told herself. Desperately she closed her eyes,

praying that when she opened them the men would
be gone. io a ONLOOKERS——.

_ But the menacing forms, silhouetted against the inspect the automobile from

moonlight pouring in from the bedroom window, did which the fleeing bandits

not depart. © Me ‘ : shot at the pursuing police
She tried to cry out but the sound froze in her and killed Seth Jackson.

throat. “What... what do you men want?” she

finally managed to gasp in a voice that seemed

"far off and strange. —

# One of the wraith-like figures slid over and low-

e ered the window, locked it securely and pulled down

a the shade. Then he clicked on the light.

ee The intruders were masked with handkerchiefs The thug let out a grunt of satisfaction as he pulled out

from their noses downward, but the woman could see the drawer and spotted a battered tin box. “Now, Pinky,”

their eyes. They were cruel, beady eyes bereft of he told his partner, “we'll get a load of some real dough.”

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» know you got plenty of dough around here and we skinflint!” he rasped. “There’s only a 100 bucks here. “
v2 want it. Now talk up!” You have thousands in the joint. Quit stallin’ and fork told
Ret “But you’re mistaken!” she protested earnestly. it over!” as |

“Tt don’t keep much money in the house—just my She protested that she had no more money—that gossip dec:

stocks and bonds. And they wouldn’t be of any about her hoarding a fortune was without foundation. She It’s

value to you.” explained that the property her husband had given her T

“Don’t give us that stuff!” the gunman countered upon their separation was in the form of securities. The sad:

impatiently. “Tell us where thé cash is or we'll try hundred dollars was all the cash she possessed. gun

a little coaxin’.” yee “Like hell it is!” the man called “Pinky” roared. “You and

“All the money I have is in the middle drawer in got plenty and we’re gonna get it.” ene

| he the dresser there,” she said in a trembling voice. Extracting rope and adhesive tape from their pockets, A
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scones

FIRST ACT——.
The bandits were masked
with handkerchiefs, but the
woman noticed their eyes.
They were terribly cruel.

the bandits quickly bound and gagged their victim.

“We're gonna give you a treatment,” one of them
told her sneeringly. “It oughta restore your memory
as to where the dough is. When you get smart and
decide to tell us, just nod your head and we'll let up.
It’s up to you how much you take.”

Then ensued a period of unimaginable torture. The
sadistic intruders slugged the helpless woman with their
gun butts and fists until her face was a mass of bruised
and bleeding flesh and her eyes were hideously black-
-ened from the ferocious blows.

9g | * At last she lay still. The gunmen ceased their

, fiendish work and stared at her in
alarm. Ey
“Say, we might have knocked
_ ff the old dame,” the ringleader
exclaimed, “We better get outa
here and fast!"” _ Te
A moment later the cowardl:
marauders hurried from th
house, climbed into a car parked
a short distance away, and raced
into the night.
* * *

It was nearly five o’clock on
the morning of April 7, 1937,
when 60-year-old Mrs. Emma
Cartier regained consciousness
after the brutal attack in her
South Bend, Washington, home.

Her head throbbed fiercely and
the ropes cut into her flesh so
cruelly she could hardly stand the
pain. But courageously she
struggled until finally she was
free of her bonds. Then with a
superhuman effort she dragged
her pain-racked body to the
telephone and called Dr. John M.
Bammert.

Dr. Bammert raced to the
house and treated Mrs. Cartier’s
wounds, then notified Sheriff Roy
Trezise of Pacific County.

Trezise immediately summoned
officers in Grays Harbor, Cowlitz
and Lewis counties to join ina
blockade of the territory in the
hope of trapping the cowardly
bandits before they could escape.

At Chehalis, Lewis County
seat, Deputy Sheriffs Jim Comp-
ton and Seth Jackson received the
message and at once got into their
Squad car and headed west on
the Ocean Beach highway toward
South Bend.

Fourteen miles out of Che-
halis, they spotted a dark-colored
coupe approaching. “Block the
road, Jim,” Jackson told his com-
panion, “and we’ll see who’s in

this one.”

Compton braked to a stop in the middle of the
highway. The oncoming vehicle slowed down and
halted within ten feet of the squad car.

The deputies left their machine and approached the
other car, but before they could utter a word, a hail
of gunfire greeted them. Jackson fell dead—slain in
cold blood without warning. One of the slugs caught
Compton in the left arm, but he ran back to his ma-
chine, took his shotgun from the seat and opened fire,
using the car as a shield.

DURING the hectic gun battle which followed, the

officer was hit again—this time in the head.
Blinded by blood and wincing from terrific pain, he stood
his ground, exchanging volley for volley with the
murderous gunmen.

Then suddenly Compton found himself with his pistol
empty and only one shell remaining in his shotgun.
It looked like curtains.

A moment later a truck came around the bend half a
mile down the goad. When it drew near, Compton
raced down the ighway and flagged it to a halt.

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Taking rope and adhesive -
tape from their pockets, the
bandits quickly bound and ©:
_ Jagged their elderly victim,

Meanwhile the State Troopers returned
to their districts to investigate all sus-
Picious persons rounded up and to check
whatever leads this procedure brought
forth.

Sheriff Blankenship’s first move was to
drive to South Bend and go into a huddle
with Sheriff Trezise.

“Those rats didn’t leave a clue,” the Pa-
cific County official said. “But Mrs. Cartier
tells me one of ’em called the other ‘Pinky’
and that might mean something.”

Blankenship nodded. “Yes, it ought to
help some,” he agreed, “but I think our
best bet is to find out who tipped the ban-
dits that Mrs. Cartier had money in her

house. They must’ve had a connection
here.”

“I don’t think so,” Trezise contradicted.
‘In the first place, there isn’t an outlaw

PINKY——.

was a common name
among cons. It was
Walt Seelert’s handle
and that spelled finis.

CASUALTY——
Dep. Sheriff Seth Jackson,
at left, met his death as a
hero in line of duty when a
thug’s bullets ended his life,

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in the town, to my knowledge. In the second place,
this is a harbor town and lots of ships touch here. My
guess is that these crooks heard about Mrs. Cartier and
her so-called hoarded fortune from a sailor.” ua
Blankenship mulled the words over silently. “I think
you’ve hit it on the head,” he finally remarked. ‘““Prob-
ably the sailor that tipped ’em was on a ship which
stopped at Tacoma. That would tie up with the fact
that the car they used was stolen there.” a
Since it appeared that the Tacoma angie offered the:...
most possibilities, Blankenship’ returned to Chehalis
and immediately contacted police of the northern city,
enlisting their aid in the search for “Pinky” and his
confederate. ape Reninsay oat,
Detectives assigned to the case launched a painstaking
scarch of their rogues’ gallery and after hours of tedious
work it was discovered that Russ Scott, a notorious heist
man, was known among his associates as “Pinky”! «. ply
A dragnet was thrown around ‘the Puget Sound
city’s underworld, but the ex-convict seemed to have |
disappeared without leaving a (Continued on page 79)

GIRL SQUEALS—— f
Their hopes soared when
they found her and learned”
she was embittered because
Scott had thrown hesiaver.
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The fugitives, finding that their engine had been put
out of commission by the deputy’s bullets, lost no
time in taking over the squad car and disappearing
into the misty dawn.

As the wounded deputy reached the truck of F. H.
Miller, distributor for a Pacific Coast film service, he
collapsed from shock and loss of blood, though he did
not lose consciousness. Tersely he informed Miller of
what_had happened and issued crisp instructions.

The film man roared down the highway to the Payette
Service Station, some three miles away, and telephoned
Sheriff J. A. Blankenship at Chehalis. Then Miller
drove back, helped Compton into the truck and rushed
him to the hospital.

’ ‘Under Blankenship’s direction, the largest posse in
the history of Southwest Washington was organized.
Officers within a radius of 200 miles merged with scores
of civilians to hunt for the ruthless killers.

‘A short distance from where Jackson had been slain,

Sheriff Blankenship and his posse found the squad car.

It had been smashed up, apparently, when the fugitives

were unable to round a curve in the dangerous road.

Blankenship was hopeful that fingerprints or other
valuable physical clues would be found in the wrecked
machine or the one abandoned at the scene of the gun
battle, which was registered to a Tacoma, Washington,
man, The coupe, it was learned several hours later, had
been stolen. ‘

But ballistics experts blasted this hope with the
announcement that only worthless smudges were con-
tained in the two vehicles. It was a tough break for
the forces of law and order, for it left them with abso-
lutely nothing to go on but the slim chance of trap-
ping the vicious killers before they could get out of the
hill country. we

The dogged searchers combed the woods and ravines
all that day and night, but no trace of the quarries was
uncovered. As the second day of the gigantic manhunt
opened, bloodhounds from the King County Sheriff’s
office in Seattle were pressed into service.

But when the dogs dropped the scent of one of the
killers at Adna, on the Ocean Beach highway, and the

other on the Bunker road west of there, the officers Pn
realized the fugitives had made good their getaway. wie

On the following day the posses were reduced to small om
groups of local and county officers who examined the Wa
area closely for evidence which might lead to the anc

identity of the murderers.

BLOODHOUNDS——.
get the scent of the clothes
found in the car abandoned
by the killers after the gun
battle with the two deputies,

WAS SPHINX——
Claude Ryan was reticent
until a station proprietor’s
memory helped refresh his
own. That solved the case.

Hickman and Rice to go with you.
durry, because if Mrs. Rogers is alone
with the killer, minutes may count. I'll
itay here and set up the road blockade.”

Less than ten minutes later Mac was
ighting the ice-sheeted roads along the
10-mile stretch from Flat Creek to
Winona. With him were Deputies
James Skeen, Jim Hickman and L. F.
Rice.

The officers knew the Rogers family
ind the location of their huge wheat
icreage on the edge of the Palouse rim-
‘ock. Harold Rogers was a popular
vheat-grower in the county, and a
nember of both the Odd Fellows and
Masonic Lodges. Cora Jean had grad-
tated from the Winona High School and
vas @ freshman at the State College of
Nashington at Pullman. She was at
ome for the Christmas vacation.

N THE office at Colfax, Sheriff Davis.

was busy with the telephone.

The flat country with its limited road
system made ideal territory for road
ylocks. The big map on the wall told
iim there were only five possible roads
yut of Winona, each ending in a perfect
dlock.

Quickly Davis called the marshals in
she towns of Benge to the west, Lan-
saster and St. John to the north,
Mockonema, Endicott and Diamond to
he east and Lacrosse and Dusty to the
south. The killer definitely was trapped
n a square with a perimeter of about
160 miles.

Lights burned inside the Rogers
‘armhouse and outbuildings as McCut-
sheon swung the police car in through
she front gate.

“Watch it, fellows!"" Mac cautioned.
‘Keep covered. The killer could be in
shere waiting to pick us off.”

“We'll surround the place and close
n,” Jim Hickman suggested.

“Keep an eye on those outbuildings,”
Rice warned. “We're in a bad spot until
we locate him.”

_ Mac said: “He may be holding Mrs.
rogers hostage. Let’s go!”

Keeping low to the ground, using the
‘ence, trees and objects around the
vard for cover, the deputies circled the
louse.

No sound came from inside.

Where was the killer? Had he flied?
dr was he lying in wait with his rifle
iighted at one of the deputies?

“Hey, you in there!” Mac shouted.

His voice drifted away in the still
vir without an answer.

Cautiously, Muc closed in on the back
vorch. Rice moved with him. Both men
iad their service revolvers ready. Their
‘lance searched for some sign of move-
nent to warn them of an ambush.

It was still fresh in their memory that
m Easter Sunday Sheriff L. M.—Pete—
2arnell had gone on a call to Pullman
where a mad killer was loose. As Sheriff
?arnell stepped from his car, the gun-
nan shot him squarely between the
‘yes. The death of Parnell had made

160 square miles of vie!
like this the authorities shut o
with road blocks. And still—

deputies in surrounding counties cau-
tious.

“Cover me!” Mac whispered, as he
started up the steps. “I’m going in.”
Rice was at his heels.

Tense, Mac and Rice crouched out-
side the door.

Someone was stirring softly inside.
The sound was barely audible.

“He’s in there.” Mac mouthed the
words without speaking.

Rice nodded.

The noise came again.. It was as if
someone inside was shifting position.
Possibly to line up the sights of a rifle
or shotgun. ,

Mac sized up his chances. He was
going to rush the door and use the ele-
ment of surprise to offset the disadvan-
tage of not knowing where his adversary
was hiding.

It would be okay if the door was un-
locked. If it should be locked, he would
be outlined against the door as a per-
fect target for whoever was on the
inside.

Mac leaped.

He hit the door and burst inside. His
glance swept the room while his gun
hand tensed.

A dog, tied to the leg of the kitchen
table, looked up at him and whined.

Mac smiled. The dog had made the
noise he had heard.

The smile faded from his lips as he
looked across the room. Sprawled in a
pool of blood, near a doorway leading
to a bedroom off the kitchen, was the
pajama-ciad body of Harold Rogers.

He lay face up. The gaping hole in .

his chest spoke eloquently of the shot-
gun blast fired at close range. Where
was Mrs. Rogers? Where was the
killer? ¢

“Do you suppose Mrs. Rogers is like
that, too?” Rice said, giving voice to
the question.

“Let’s look around.”

UICKLY, the deputies searched
through the other rooms.

They were empty. © shat

“Must have taken her with him,”
Rice suggested.

Mac nodded. “Better have the boys
search the outbuildings and grounds
just to be sure.”

Rice went outside. Mac took in the
kitchen scene.

“One Hell of a watchdog you are,”
Mac said. The dog wagged his tail as if
in agreement.

Looking down at the unmoving
features of the man he knew, Mac
siléntly cursed the killer. Harold
Rogers had been a good fellow.

Mac scowled.

—

It was clear what had happened—
yet it was like a picture out of place.

The crime itself was normal enough,
if in the thinking of sane men any
homicide can be called normal; but it
was in the wrong location. This had
the characteristics of a city crime.

Mac’s mind was absorbing details as

his glance probed the room.

How had the killer entered? Possibly
through the unlocked back door. The
friendly dog would not have stopped
him. Or maybe, through a window in
Cora Jean’s—

Mac stopped. He had caught sight
of something under the bed in the ad-
joining room. It was a double-barreled
shotgun. Careful not to disturb any-
thing, Mac drew it out. Using his
handkerchief, he cracked the gun. A
shell was in each chamber and the
primers told him one shell only had
been fired.

T= undoubtedly was the killer’s

Why had the killer discarded it?
What weapon had he used to force Mrs.
Rogers to leave with him? These
added up to one more confusing detail.

Hickman, Rice and Skeen came into
the house.

Hickman - said.

“They've gone,”

“There's no sign of anyone in the out- -

buildings.”

Skeen looked into the ‘living-room.
, began to curse softly but purpose-

“What’s the matter?” Mac asked.

“That Christmas tree! All decorated
with the presents under it. A fine
Christmas the Rogers are going to
have!”

Rice looked up at the shotgun Mc-
Cutcheon held. He asked: “That the

Mac nodded, pointing out that one
chamber had been fired.

“ “Why leave his gun behind?” Hick-
‘man asked. ‘

“T’ve been thinking about that,”” Mac
said. “My feeling is that he took an-
other gun. I remember Rogers has a
thirty-caliber with a scope sight. I

Pek find it. I think the intruder took ~
t.”

“Rice said: “He'll be a lot more
dangerous with a rifle than a shotgun.”

“Listen!” Hickman cautioned.

They had heard the sound of a car.

Looking out the kitchen window, the
deputies saw a pair of headlights com-
ing down the road.

“Maybe it’s Sheriff Davis.”

“He couldn’t get here this soon.”

hing deputies raced outside to the
roa

In Colfax, Sheriff Davis and Deputy
L. M. Powers finished setting up the
road blockade. Marshals in the sur-
rounding towns all had been alerted.

A call to the Washington State Patrol
office in Spokane resulted in State
Police cars being rushed to the scene.

Sheriff Davis told Powers: ‘We've
got things buttoned up here. They
should be bringing the girl in to the
hospital. Let’s get over there and see
if she can tell us anything more about
what happened.”

‘stifled her sobs.

They drove up to the hill south of
town to the Providence Hospital. Cora
Jean Rogers had been admitted. Sheriff
Davis spoke to the staff doctor.

“Can I talk to her for a few minutes?”
he asked.

The doctor said: “She is in pretty
bad shape. It must have been an awful
shock. Is this necessary?”

“Just a few questions will help a lot.”

The doctor thought for a moment.
“Make it as quick as possible.”

Sheriff Davis and Powers entered the
room. Eighteen-year-old Cora Jean
sobbed silently into a pillow. Her hands
shielded her face.

Softly the doctor said: “Cora Jean,
the Sheriff is here. Can you talk to him
for a moment?”

-Cora Jean looked up. Her wide-eyed,
shock-filled glance found Sheriff Davis.
Her face was ‘neh te of color and her

“1 try.”

“Just tell’me what hap-

lips trembled.
“Good girl!”
Davis urged:

pened.”
Valiantly the young college girl

“I was asleep. I heard

Deputy Sheriffs Hickman and
Rice; Sheriff Davis; Deputy
Sheriffs Powers and Skeen

something in the kitchen. The door to
my room was open, I saw somebody—I
saw he had a gun, I screamed, Daddy
came in—”

Re-living the horror seemed too much
for strained nerves. Corn Jean closed
her eyes and bit her teeth into blood-
less lips,

“Who was the man?” Davis asked
quickly.

“Tt don’t know. I couldn't see him,
It was dark. I could just see the outline
and the gun.”

“You're sure it was a man?”

Cora Jean seemed startled at the %

question. “Why—why yes, I think it
was. It must have been.”

“But you didn’t recognize who it
was?” .

“No. I couldn’t see that plainly.”

“What time was it?”

Cora Jean thought. “I don’t know.
I came home from the dance about one

o’clock. Mother and Daddy were in bed ;

but I talked to them for awhile. Then

Running through this school-
yard the killer caught a bullet

I went to bed and I was asleep when—”

Quickly Davis asked: “What _hap-
pened after the shot?”

“I guess I just kept screaming. The
next thing I knew, Mother was in-tne,
kitchen and she turned on the light. I
saw how horribly Daddy had been
shot.”

“Did you see the man then?”

* “No.’

“Did you hear a car?”
“No.

“Then what happened?”

“Mother told me to take our car and
go in to Winona for help. I went out-
side and started the car. The hotel was
the only place I could get in.”

HERIFF DAVIS asked: “Did you see
a strange car outside when you went

“and you didn’t hear any car being
started after the shot?”

“No ... Where is Mother? Is she all,
right?”

“She’s all right.” Sheriff Davis knew
he lied’ in a good cause.

“Why tsan't she here, then?"

“She'll be coming soon.”

The doctor walked over, He said: “T
unk that's enough for now.”

“Just one more question. You went
the dance at Winona?"

Cora Jean nodded.

Sheriff Davis and Powers left the
om,

There were still a lot of questions that
xeded answers: Where was Mrs.
ogers? How had the killer reached the
ogers home? How had he left?
Powers asked Davis: “What do you
‘ink? Could it have been some tran-
»nt who just happened by the house?”
Sheriff Davis shook his head. “I don’t
ink so. First, the Rogers home is off
e main highway. Second, whoever did

tudent David Burke lifts the trap-
oor that was a dead give-away

‘ficer Mulcahy and Ambulance
river Laverne wheel a killer off

ied a shotgun. Professional prowlers
t use that kind of a weapon. They
a revolver that can be hidden.”
Vhat do you make of it, then?”
ivis said thoughtfully: “It-will de-
{ upon why the killer entered the
ie. Maybe it was a rapist who came
) attack Cora Jean. On the other
i, he may only have awakened Cora
\ because -her door was open and
room is off the kitchen. The big
y Jeht now is—where is Mrs.
2rs?”"
‘he killer may be holding her as
e.”

age. ‘

‘hat's exactly what I’m afraid of.”
leriff Davis scowled.

Vhat’s the matter?” Powers asked.
omething doesn’t fit right in the
ire. If the guy was so trigger-
vy he blasted Rogers as soon as he
‘ed into the kitchen, how come he
tora Jean go out and leave in the
vithout even trying to stop her?”
’wers shrugged. They had walked

as far as their car. “What do we do
now?” |

“Firat we'd better go by the office and
check on the road blockades, and then
get in touch with the boys out at the
acene by radio, After that we'll go down
to Winona and find out-about this dance
that Cora Jean was at.”

“You think We can get a lead there?”

“Maybe. Cora Jean has been away to
home | at Pullman. She only came
home for the Christmas vacation. If
the guy who killed Rogers came out to
the house with the purpose of attacking -
Cora Jean, he may have gotten that idea
at the dance. We'll check up and see.”

\ .
Meanwhile, out at the Rogers ranch
house, the deputies had seen the head-

lights of a car coming down the high-
way. They rushed outside,

“Keep covered, fellows," Mac urged
the others. “It may be the killer com-
ing back,"

‘The car pulled into the yard, 8ix men
piled out, all carrying rifles, Mac called
to them and the deputies stepped out of
the shadows,

“We heard about Rogers getting
killed,” one of the men said. “We fig-
ured you fellows might need help.”

“We can use you!” Mac told them
warmly. “Rogers was blasted down with
a shotgun. We don't know where the
killer has gone. Mrs, Rogers is gone,
too. We figure he may have taken her
with him.” :

“Think they got away by car?”

“IF HE did, he’s a cinch to be caught.
The Sheriff has this whole area
sewed up with road blockades. My belief
is, though, that he took to the hills.”
The men looked out to the cliffs
faintly outlined beyond the wheat fields.
Plenty of wooded draws were there,
which would make an ideal hideout.
“Want us to search there?” one of the
men asked. ‘“‘We can drive to the bottom
of. the hill.” |...
’ Mac nodded. “Be careful, though. We
think he’s got a deer rifle he took from
Rogers’ place. With a scope-sight on it,
he could pick you off at a long distance.”
One of the farmer possemen patted
his rifle. “He'll just get one shot. Old

‘Betsy, here, don’t miss often when w

bear down on a fine bead.” ’
“One shot is enough to. kill one man,”
Mac answered soberly, “It only took
one shot to get Sheriff Parnell last
Easter. This guy already has killed one
man tonight. We can’t hang him any

higher if he should kill a dozen people.”

One of the possemen, whom Mac
recognized as a rancher named Andy
Mullan, said:

“You'll be getting more help, When T
heard about It, I told the girl on the
telephone exchange to call every
rancher in the district. The boys will

be all out before long. Rogers was a .

good neighbor and a friend to all of.us.
We aren't going to let his killer get
away.” ‘

“Just be careful,” Mac warned. “He
may be holding Mrs. Rogers as a shield.
Don't expose yourselves—and don’t take
any chances.”

Headlights on two cars showed up on
the road,

Mullan said: “Here comes some more
of the boys. We may as well get mov-
ing. The sooner we get this varmint,
in sooner we will be home for break-

‘as Ri ‘

Mac directed: “Skeen, you go with
these boys. We'll try and send one offi-
cial deputy with each posse group.”

The radio in the police car crackled.
Sheriff Davis was on the air calling Mc-
Cutcheon. ‘

. “What have you got out there, Mac?”
Davis said.

Mac answered: “We found the body
in the kitchen, Rogers was shot through
the’ chest with a shotgun. I found the

gun under the girl’s bed. We may get ~~-f*

finger-prints from it.”
. “Any sign of the killer?”

“Not a thing. There wasn't anybody
here except'the body when we arrived.
We don’t know where the killer went or
what happened to Mrs. Rogers. A lot
of farmers armed with deer rifles are
showing up. We’re forming posses and
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back to the house as if carrying a heavy
load on his back. :
Davis watched him, He knew Odell

‘and knew he was as good as his word.

If Wayne returned to his home, his
father would notify the oMce,

Sheritf Davis stepped into his car and
switched on the short-wave radio.
“Get me in contact with Mac at the
Rogers ranch,” he ordered.

Mac came on the air.

Davis said: “I’m in Steptoe, Mac.
We have a strong indication the killer
is Wayne Odell. He’s twenty-one years
old, curly dark hair with thick lips.”

“I know him,” Mac said, “He’s the
ery we had on that rape charge, isn’t

e?”

OT HAT’S right.” Davis went on to
give him the rest of the details.

Mac said: “It all fits, Sheriff. We
located a pickup truck parked about a
half-mile down the road. But what I
can’t figure is where this Odell got to.
There’re pretty close to a hundred men
out here now. They haven't got his
trail yet.”

“I’m coming right out. Have the
license on that pickup checked by the
Office. If it belongs to Odell, we can be
certain Wayne is our man.” ;

“Will do. I sent Rogers’ body in and
ordered an autopsy. I don’t expect
they can tell us much more than we
already know. It’s obvious he was shot

. with a shotgun. Any instructions be-

fore you get here?”

“No. Just keep the posses working.
Odéll is out there someplace. He
hasn’t gotten by the road blocks.”

By the time Davis and Powers reached
the Rogers ranch, the information had
come in that the truck found near the

ee ranch belonged to Odell.

The job now was to capture Wayne

Odell.

The news that the killer was known
spurred on the posse. Throughout the
day and after dark on Christmas Eve,
the men tramped through the fields
and combed the hills.

The temperature kept dropping and
the sky threatened to bring snow.

At five o’clock it was pitch dark out.
The mercury had dropped below zero.

While the bitter cold hampered the
posse, it also gave promise of an early
capture-of the killer, for no one could
stay long in the hills in this weather
without food or heat.

Odell would be forced to make a
break.

Sheriff Davis set up posse head-
quarters in the ranch kitchen. Buckets
of steaming coffee simmered at the
back of the range with a roaring fire.
The table was laden with turkey sand-
wiches and fruit cake sent from neigh-
boring farm houses.

The chilled posse members came in,
slapped their hands over the heat,
gulped sandwiches and hot coffee—and
headed back out on the search.

As the groups came in after dark,
Sheriff Davis talked to them.

“I know most of you fellows have
parties planned for tonight, or at least
want to be with your families on Christ-
mas Eve,” he said. ‘However, I’m ask-
ing as many of you as possible to stick
with us tonight. ;

“T figure Odell will try to make a break
while it’s dark. He’s got to get out of
the hills or freeze to death. It’s logical
that he will try to make a large city like
Spokane where he is unknown, and can
find warm shelter and food.

“If he gets away from us out here,
we're going to have plenty of trouble
locating him.”

Grim-faced ranchers, with rifles
cradled under their arms, listened. Not
a single posseman quit.

Sheriff Davis went on: “There’s one
thing I want each of you to do. I want
you to contact your families. Warn
them to lock their doors and windows.
Tell them not to let anyone inside until

‘they: are positive who it is.”

Instructions were given for other
details of the night search. The men
were to stay in groups of at least ten
men to a party.

“The signal will be three blinks of a
flashlight in the event one posse group
meets up with another,” Davis ex-
plained. “If anyone sees Odell, or
thinks he might have him cornered,

shoot three times in the alr in rapid
succession. The others will close in and

help,”

HIE men nodded that they understood

the inatruetiona,

“Don't take any chances!" Sheriff
Davis warned. ‘

Cheery Christmas Eve lights burned
in far-spaced farm houses along the
Palouse Valley. But little cheer was
within, Young children were sent to bed
with stories about Santa Claus coming.
The older children and the wives kept
vigil before fires during the long night
—waiting and listening. The icy wind
whipping down the valley caused eerie,
creaking noises outside. Anxious
glances often scanned the barred doors.

A killer was on the loose.

At the Rogers ranch, Sheriff Davis
told McCutcheon: “I am going in to
Colfax for an hour or two. I want to
talk to Cora Jean about this Wayne
Odell. She may be able to give us some
dope on him. I’m going to bring out
some pictures of him, too, so everyone
on the posse will be familiar with how
he looks. We've got some from the last
time we had him.”

Cora Jean was much more composed
on this trip of Davis to the hospital. The
first numbing shock of the realization
that her father was dead, had passed.

Sheriff Davis came straight to the
point. “We're pretty certain that it was
Wayne Odell who was in the house.”

“Wayne Odell?” Cora Jean gasped.
“But—why?”

‘9 HAT’S what I came to ask you. You
know him?”

Cora Jean nodded. “When we were
in high school he took me out a few
times. Then he got in that trouble and-
I wouldn’t see him any more.. I. thought.
he was horrid. Of course while I was”
away to college I didn’t see him at all.
Then he was at the dance last night.”

“What happened there?”

’ “He insisted on dancing with me. He

had been drinking and wanted to take
me home. I refused. I told him I didn’t
like him and didn’t want to see him.
It made him mad and he left. :I don’t
know where he went, and I wasn’t
interested.”

Cora Jean’s story, along with what
Sheriff Davis already knew, gave him
a fairly obvious picture of what had
happened.

Repulsed by Cora Jean, Wayne Odell
had left sulking. Typical of his earlier
crime, Wayne had gone home and taken
his father’s shotgun. He had gone to
the Rogers’ home with the intention of
forcing his attentions upon Cora Jean
at gunpoint. .

Startled, when she saw him standing
in the kitchen, Cora Jean had screamed
and wakened her father.

Sheriff Davis shook his head slowly
as he digested the facts. The crime was

“nearly a repetition of the first attack

case. by Odell, except that this time
stark tragedy had been added.

As he left the hospital Sheriff Davis
muttered under his. breath: “The only
reason there wasn’t a.killing the first
time is because the girl submitted. Now
it is a killing—and let’s hope it’s only
one—for he isn’t caught yet. There still
may be more blood shed before this is
over,” ;

At HIS office Davis found pictures of
Odell. He sped back out to the
Rogers farm.

The first flurry of snow began to fall.
The temperature kept skidding down.

Sheriff Davis joined one of the posse
groups and trudged through the dark-
ness with them, probing in wooded
swales, gullies and likely hiding spots.

Early Christmas morning the snow
stopped.

The huge rancher-posse had been
going steady for more than 24 hours.
Still, as they reported in for break-
fast and to thaw. out, the men were
willing to carry on.

Sheriff Davis told them: “Odell
couldn’t have stayed in the hills this
long. He must have made it to some
ranch. He may be holed up in a barn
or outbuilding.”

The posse members agreed.

_ “It’s going to be dangerous work to
root him out if he has found refuge

fn an outbuilding, We'll have to be
within shooting range to locate him.

“T want to form groups so that again
there will be one depuly with every
posse. It will be the job of the deputy
to enter the buildings,”

There came a rumbling grumble of
protest from the ranchers.

“It's our job,” Davis went on firmly.
“All of you men have families, It isn’t
a matter of courage—we all know you've
got guts or you wouldn’t be out here.”

A rancher on the outer fringe of the
group shouted: “Just give me a chance
—I'm willing to shoot it out with the
rat!”

Davis ignored the’ remark, saying:
“I don’t want to die and I am sure none
of my deputies do, either. But we knew
we would be taking these chances when
we accepted the job.

“I want a promise from every man‘in
the posse that they will let us make the
search of the buildings.” :

The promises were given reluctantly.

The possé broke up into six groups.
Each took a different section to begin
a systematic search of every ranch
building in the Palouse Valley.

The groups were kept in contact by
the radio-equipped Sheriff’s cars.

A Christmas Day the search con-
tinued.

Several times came flurries of excite-
ment which turned out to be false
alarms. At nightfall Wayne Odell was
still at large.

Sheriff Davis called the posses in.

“I’m sure Odell hasn’t gotten away
from us,” he told the men. “We’ve got
him bottled up in this section, but we
haven't been able to force him out. It’s
dark now and most of you men have
been going for some forty hours.

“JT want you to go home and get some
sleep. My men and I will keep the road
blocks up so Odell can’t get away. We'll
force him out in the morning.” ;

Some of the possemen protested.
“Let’s see it through,” they urged. “If
he’s around here, we'll find him.”

Sheriff Davis was firm. . “We can’t:
do much at night except keep him from
getting away. He’s holed up and he’s
likely to stay that way. He’ll have to
use the roads if he does try to make a
break for it tonight. Then we'll have
them covered. You men get some sleep
and we'll try again in the morning.”

Sheriff Davis and his deputies, Skeen,
Hickman, Rice, Powers and Mc-'
Cutcheon kept the long vigil through
the freezing night, stopping every car
on the highway.

Monday morning ‘the posses formed
again. Nearly every rancher was back
with his rifle.

The sky was overcast with the threat
of snow and the bitter cold continued.

Where was Odell?

At ten o’clock Monday morning
Janitor Charles F. Honn went into the
Winona High School to check on the ..
furnace. He was crossing the school
auditorium when he saw a movement of
a trapdoor beneath the stage.

These were days of the Christmas
holidays and no one should have been
in the school. Honn turned and ran
outside.

Word was sent to a posse group.

. A score of men, but without any
official law officers, closed in around the
school. The ranchers took up positions
on all sides with their rifles ready.

Several men went inside.

The trapdoor beneath the stage was
open, It had been closed when-Honn
last saw it.

The men moved on to the school
lunchroom. There were signs that the
cupboards had been broken into.
Empty cans were scattered on the floor.

Here is where Odell had hidden!

With rifles ready, the men moved
down the halls. They opened class-
room doors—looked into the coatrooms.

There came a sound of running feet
—from the main floor where the school-
house joined the gymnasium building.

A figure dashed into the open be-
tween the two buildings. It was Wayne
Odell!

He wore a pair of football pants and
a jersey. He apparently had put on the
clothes for protection against the cold.

“Halt!”

“Stop or we'll shoot!”

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Guns roared. The shots were fired 4
into the air as a warning.

Odell kept running.

Another shot.

Odell faltered, He atumbled—nearly
fell—and raced on,

He was across the school yard and in
the back yard of the home of C. V.
Kuehl, He ran up on the back porch.

No one was home at the Kuehl house
and the doors were locked.

Odell plunged his Mist through
glass of a small window in the .
Ignoring the blood gushing from
slashed hand and one rifle slug that had
torn through his arm, Odell pulled him-
self through the broken window of the
door.

The posse surrounded the house.

Sheriff Davis, notified by radio, ar-
rived. He quickly took charge.

Tear-gas bombs were in his car. With
his deputies, Skeen, Rice and McCut-
cheon, he raced across the open yard
and hugged the side of the house.

The officers knew that Odell was not
armed when he entered the house, but
they guessed that guns were inside.

“Come out, Wayne!” Davis called.
“Come out with your hands up or you
will be killed.” . om

No answer came from within.

Davis pleaded again. Ss

Still no answer. :

Davis inched his way to a window.
He broke the pane with the butt of his
revolver and tossed a tear-gas bomb
inside. ;

He waited—called, but no answer was
heard.

“I’m going in,” Davis told his men.
They followed him. On the back
porch, Davis reached inside the broken
window-pane of the door and unlocked

it.
Tear gas smarted his eyes as he went

through the kitchen to the living room.

A trail of blood showed across the
floor. It led to a davenport. :

“My arm—oh, my arm!” Wayne
Odell lay on the davenport, choking
from the tear gas, and groaning.

One of the soft lead slugs from a
posseman’s rifle had torn through the
fleshy part of Odell’s upper arm. It had
not broken the bone but it had ripped
away a lot of flesh. Blood saturated his
clothes and dripped to the floor.

Odell was rushed to the hospital.

While the doctors worked on him,
Sheriff Davis and his men had time to
reconstruct what had happened when
Odell left the Rogers ranch.

Rogers apparently had struggled
with Odell and wrested the gun away
from him at the time the shot that
claimed Rogers* life was fired. Odell
had fied from the house withoujgac
weapon. The guess about Ry
.30 caliber had been wrong.

Odell had made for the hills on ;
leaving his truck on the road. Realizing
that he could not escape on foot because
of the bitter cold, and that the roads
would be blockaded even if he were able
to steal a car, Odell had walked to the
schoolhouse in town and broken into it.

After his wounded arm and cut hand
had been treated by the physicians,
Odell was questioned by Sheriff Davis.-

In answer to all questions, Odell an-
swered: “I ain’t talking. I want a law-
yer.” His manner was surly.

Trying. to reason with the _yautb
Davis pointed out: “Your father’s car
was found near the Rogers ranch. We
know you were angry with Cora Jean.
Your father’s shotgun was used to kill
Rogers. Why don’t you make a com-
plete confession and have it over?”

SB ghee eyed Davis coldly. His thick
lips curled into a sneer.

“I ain’t talking, see!” Soe

“Why were you hiding in the schoo!’
Why didn’t you surrender when you
knew you were surrounded?”

“Look, copper. You’re wasting you!
breath. I got smart when I was in re-
form school, see? I don’t talk to nobod;
but my lawyer.” -

Softly, Sheriff Davis said: “You got
smart in reform school—smart enous!
to kill a good man.”

A charge of first-degree murder wa:
filed against Wayne Odell for the deat!
of Harold Rogers. Odell is in the Whit-
man County Jail awaiting trial.

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It was apparent now that our hopes of rapid-fire action
had failed. I decided to assign Lieutenants Richard
Mahoney and A. F. Kuchl, two of the department’s ace
investigators, to the case, and instructed them to keep
on it until it was cracked.

Mahoney and Kuehl got busy at once. Other leads hav-
ing failed, they decided to try a new angle. They set out
to learn the killers’ identities by tracing the electric drill
and bolt-cutter found in the tavern.

It proved a laborious job. Every store had to be visited
personally, sales looked up, invoices checked. The weeks
passed without result. Then one afternoon in late Decem-
ber a clerk, looking up past sales, excitedly beckoned the
officers into his office. “I've got the sales slip,” he told
them. ‘Here it is!"

Eagerly Mahoney and Kuehl looked at the paper. The
address was that of a Second Avenue garage, and the
slip showed that the tools had been purchased fully two
years before. :

The two detectives lost no time in’ questioning the
garage proprietor, but he declared that the instruments
had been stolen from him the preceding March. Several
of his employes corroborated the statement, and it was
evident from the reputation of the owner himself that
he spoke the truth.

It was a discouraging outlook, the three of us agreed as
we talked things over. Finally Kuehl shook his head. “If
we only had some approach to the slot machine racket,
could get help from someone inside

An idea had struck me. “Listen,” I said, “I think I
know how to get help from the inside---plenty of it!”

They looked up expectantly, and I] went on, “The peo-
ple behind the slot machine games are in it to make
money. These hijackers are hurting their profits, giving
the business a bad name. ‘They ought to be willing to help
for that reason alone.”

I paused. “This case has created a sensation. The death
of Sickles and Stevens has caused a lot of unfavorable
comment about slot machine games. If the operators were
to hear that it may result in the suppression of the
machines altogether, I think they’d be willing to help.”

Mahoney and Kueh] agreed that the idea. might work,
and the next day we started spreading the rumors, A week
passed without word, and then another, but IT wasn't

alarmed. I felt it would take some time for the story to
make the rounds.

HEN one day towards the middle of January, a phone
call came in. It was from Police Captain Rondeau of
Bremerton, the navy yard city across the bay.

“T think Ive got something on those slot machine mur-
ders, Chief,” he said. “Can you come over?”

“T’l] be over on the next boat,” I assured him.

Kuehl and Mahoncy accompanied me, and Captain
Rondeau was waiting when we arrived. He took us into
his office and introduced us to a man sitting there. “This
is Mr. Grant,” he explained, “He’s interested in the slot
machine business. I think he’s got something to tell you.”

Mr. Grant nodded. | watched him eagerly. Had my
hunch begun to work out after all?

“T was in Seattle on business on November 25 and spent
the night in the Atwood Hotel,” he began. “About eight
o'clock the following morning voices in the next room
woke me up. I didn’t pay much attention at first. Then I
heard a man mention ‘cash register’ and ‘quick getaway,’
and a moment later another man said, ‘Dead? I’ll say he
was, and the other cop, too! Burning them down isn’t go-
ing to help any!’

“They quieted down after that and I didn’t hear any
more. When I read in the papers later about the two
officer's being shot, I figured it might be that. But I wasn't
sure, and I didn’t want to poke my nose into trouble.
Finally, however, I thought I'd better tell what I knew
and I came to Captain Rondeau here.”

Although we questioned Grant closely, he could not
add to this information. But what he had said was enough
to set us to work again. We took the next boat back to
Seattle and hastened to the Atwood Hotel.

From the clerk, we learned that only one of the two
rooms adjoining Mr. Grant’s had been rented on the
night of the slayings. It had been taken by a Joseph
O’Donnell.

The name was familiar to me, but at the moment I
couldn't place it. I glanced at Kuehl but he shook his head.
Mahoney muttered, “Think I’ve heard it before,” then
gave it up with a shrug.

“Let’s go back to headquarters and look at the records,”
I suggested.

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policemen go in. Then came a volley of shots and three
men rushed out to their cars. Two of them drove north
and the other south.”

“Did you get a good look at them?”

He shook his head. “It was too dark. But all of them
seemed rather short and two were of slight build.”

Encouraged by the information which told us the num-~-
ber of men in the gang, we sought out other neighbors.
And from one, Fred Winkler, we gleaned an important
fact. '

Roused by the shooting, he had hurried to the door
just in time to see the men. He heard one of them shout,
“My God, Mac, I’m hit. Help me!” He listened for a reply,
but none came, and a moment later the gangsters disap-
peared in the darkness.

Winkler was unable to add to the description of the
gunmen, but the fact that one of them was wounded was
the best lead we had thus far. | returned to my office at
once to push the hunt from that angle.

On arriving, however, I found that headquarters was
already at work on a tip furnished by Stevens. Although
‘in terrible agony, he made an heroic effort to tell us all
that had happened. He recalled that during the dash to
the tavern he and Sickles had passed a car parked near
the scene of the robbery. It was an old Ford coach, a 1929
model, but in his hurry Stevens had not taken time to jot
down the license number.

A quick check on the tip revealed that the car had van-
ished, and orders were immediately issued to close all
highways leading from town. At the same time a descrip-
tion of the machine was broadcast throughout the city.

The response was immediate, a service station attend-
ant at North 105th Street phoning us that he had just

. seen a 1929 Ford coach speeding south on Aurora Avenue.

A half-dozen police cars were rushed to the spot, but by
the time they arrived, the quarry had disappeared. After
combing the district for several hours, the officers were
forced to return empty-handed. ,

This was a discouraging setback, but help came to us
again from an unexpected quarter. A milk-truck driver,
William K. Tetzloff, came to headquarters to give us two
revolvers he said he had found on 89th street, not far from
the tavern. On his early morning round of deliveries he
had seen the weapons lying in the middle of the street,
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been used in a crime, he had carefully wrapped them in
his handkerchief.

I thanked the man for his forethought and carefully
examined the guns. One, a white, bone-handled .38—
the type of gun that had wounded Stevens—had been fired
three times. The other, a .32 caliber Mauser, had expelled
only one bullet.

HERE was little doubt in my mind that these were

two of the guns used by the gang, and I rushed them
to county expert Rosenfeldt to be examined for finger-
prints. Then I turned once more to the hunt.

Though our search for the car had been futile, there
still remained another hot lead, for we knew one of the
bandits had been wounded. While one group of detectives
combed underworld hideouts for trace of anyone newly
injured, another made the rounds of the hospitals.

Both attempts were doomed to failure. Denizens of the
lower world refused to talk, and the hospital reports
showed no record of any gunshot cases admitted within
the previous twenty-four hours.

However, there still remained Rosenfeldt’s reports on
the fingerprints, and I now pinned my hopes on this. If
we could obtain a good set of impressions, we could look
forward to the possibility of cracking the case quickly.
For it was my belief that we were dealing with experi-
enced criminals, and that comparison of their prints with
our files would reveal their identity.

But when the fingerprint report came in, we found
ourselves balked once more, Wide smudges on the
weapons indicated that the killers had worn gloves. But
this information did not deter us, particularly when we
learned that Patrolman Stevens, the second victim of the
gangsters’ bullets, had succumbed to his wounds.-

A staff of doctors had fought desperately to save
Stevens’ life. Blood transfusions had been employed with-
out avail, and forty-eight hours after. the shooting, the
second victim of the hijackers’ murderous bullets had
passed on to join the first.

With the news, resentment against the ruthless killers :

flamed high. A reward of one thousand dollars was offered
for their capture by civic authorities, and a city-wide
roundup of possible suspects was made. But these efforts
were unproductive, and a week after the crime we were
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FRONT PAGE DETECTIVE 49

[’ WAS a few minutes after five on the morning of
November 26, 1935, when Karlberg’s call came into
headquarters. It was relayed to my home at once and
within fifteen minutes I was dressed and on my way to
the scene of the crime.

In the darkness of. that chill, winter morning, the
tavern and stores adjoining presented a ghostly, unreal
appearance. But there was nothing unreal about the
scene of violence that confronted me. Several heavy slot
machines and pin ball games lay on the floor on their
sides, chairs were overturned and part of the big clock
on the wall was shot away. But the sight that gripped my
attention was the two,drying pools of blood on the floor.
A wave of anger surged through me as I gazed down at
the mute signs of faithful adherence to duty. Sickles,
Stevens—two of the most popular men on the force—
shot down like rats in a trap! And the fact that both were
family men, with wives and children dependent on them,
aggravated the tragedy.

As I looked up, I saw Detective Lieutenant Winters
emerging from the rear of the tavern. He had been on
duty when the call was received at headquarters, and had
hurried to the scene. From the expression on his face, I
knew that he had news.

“I've got something to show you, Chief,” was his greet-

By squealing on his pals, Lester Rorick, third
member of the gangster trio, got off with a
penalty of life imprisonment. He admitted kill-
Ing an officer.

ing. “It may help us to find those cop-killing lice!”

He led me to a small room at the back of the bar. Strewn
about on the floor was the entire kit of tools used by the
gunmen. An electric drill, pliers, crowbars, even the bolt-
cutter had been left behind by the fleeing desperadoes.

Here was a break, for not only might fingerprints on
the tools reveal the gangsters’ identity, but the tools
themselves might be traced. However, this was work for
the fingerprint expert, and leaving it to await his arrival,
Winters and I stepped back into the tavern.

I noted that the cash register behind the bar had been
looted, and looked around for the safe. But ‘here was

no sign of one and that puzzled me. If there was no safe,
why had the yeggs brought along such a big kit of tools?
Obviously, no such outfit was needed to open a door or
force a cash register. Was it possible that the tavern had
not been their object after all? Had they intended to use
it merely as a base for cutting into the adjoining stores?
The theory was plausible, but an examination of the
walls failed to disclose telltale marks. I was’ turning
away, still puzzled, when a sudden thought struck me.
The cracksmen’s tools had been complete except for one
thing. There was no “soup” or other explosive. As this is
a necessary part of a heistman’s kit it could mean only
one thing—that blowing a safe was not their object. But
if not, then what was it? And why the electric drill?
Glancing around, my cyes fell ona cabinet at the end
of the room, Evidently it was used to house the pin ball
games at night. Now, however, the doors were open, and
it gave me an idea. Walking over, I glanced at the fasten-
ings. The catch in the lock had been neatly drilled out!
Then for the first time, I understood what the gang had
been after. They were not cracksmen, as we had first
believed, but pioneers in a new racket—slot machine

hijacking!
This was no petty graft, as might be supposed. The
hauls were all cash and once the machines had been looted,

Chief of Detectives Ernest Yoris tells how four
months of unrelenting investigation brought to
justice the slot-machine racketeers who slew
two Seattle policemen.

they could easily be resold for considerable sums. There

were other advantages, too. It was an easier, less danger-*
ous job than blowing a safe and created less stir, for the

games could be classed as gambling devices, and opera-

tors would hesitate to report the thefts to police.

With the details of the crime now clear in my mind, I
decided to interview Maskell to see if he could supple-
ment the report he had phoned in to headquarters.

When I questioned him, he nodded soberly. “Yes, it was
terrible. After calling headquarters, I went back to the
window. The tavern was dark, and I thought they had
left, But in a few minutes T saw a car drive up and two

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101.

SOLVING THE SLOT MACHINE MURDERS

(Continued from page 51)

was Joseph O'Donnell listed, but his
brother Jack had a record as well. The
latter had been arrested three times—
once for robbery and twice on liquor
charges. Joe had been pulled in once
on a narcotic count. Both, I thought,
were probably “smokers,” and with
this sort of background, Grant's story
looked pretty hot.

ACK O'DONNELL, was located be-

‘fore evening at the Carolina
Apartments. But his brother was not
with him.

Mahoney and Kuehl brought the sus-
pect, a dark, heavy-set man, into my
office. His face was flushed and he
looked indignant.

“What's the big idea dragging me
down here?” he began. “I haven't
done anything!” ;

“No?” I said. “Then you've got noth-
ing to worry about.” I studied him for
a moment, and saw him pale under my
stare. Then I asked suddenly, “What
were you doing on the night of No-
vember 25?”

His hands tightened on the arms of
his chair, but he shook his head. ‘Why,
that’s two months ago! How can I re-
member what happened that night?”

“You better try,” I told him. “It’s
pretty important.”

He shot a quick glance at me, then
wrinkled his brow. For a moment he
uppeared to be deep in thought. Then
he looked up and slapped his knee. “I
remember now! The 25th was a Mon-
day—three days before Thanksgiving.
Our pet cat got sick that morning—
poisoned or something—and I had to
stay up all night to treat it!”

“Oh, you did?” I said with no at-
tempt to veil my sarcasm. “And who's
supposed to back up your story—the
cat?”

“No,” he sneered, “my wife will!"

He refused to say more than that, so
I motioned Mahoney to take him out.
As O’Donnell slouched to his feet, I
snapped, ‘“Where’s Joe?”

“Joe?” This time he was plainly
startled. ‘‘Why—why, he’s away,” he
stammered. ‘Gone up north some-
where.”

I nodded. “All right.”

As Mahoney led him away, Kuehl
turned to me with a grin. “I suppose
that means he's probably gone south!”

“That’s exactly where I’m going to
look,” I replied.

We were convinced that O’Donnell
was lying, but we hadn’t sufficient evi-
cence to hold him for murder, so I
locked him up on a vagrancy charge.
A couple of days later he was con-
victed and yviven a six months’ sen-
tence, but he promptly appealed and
secured his release by posting bail.

This didn’t disturb us a great deal,
for we kept O’Donnell under constant
surveillance. Meantime we _ wired
southern authorities to be on the look-
out for Joe and the wounded man. But
as weeks and then months drifted by
without word of either of them, we be-
gan to wonder whether our hunch
hadn’t proved wrong after all.

la ONE afternoon toward the

end of March, Bill Sears dropped
into my office. A former county detec-
tive and one of the shrewdest investi-
gators in the northwest, Sears never
neglected to pass along a tip, even
when out of harness.

“Heard something today I thought
might interest you, Ernie,” was his
greeting. “A young married woman
uptown mentioned to some of her
friends that her brother has been laid
up at her house with a wounded leg.
She told them he shot himself while
out hunting a few months ago.” He
paused, “May be nothing to it, but I
thought I’d drop in—”

I was reaching for a pencil and pad
before he had finished. The name of
the young fellow — Lester Rorick —
meant nothing to me, but at this stage
of the game any lead was worth look-
ing into.

Sending for Kuehl and Mahoney, I
gave them the man’s name with in-
structions to find out anything they
could about him. They were back in
my office in less than an hour, and
their faces showed they had news.

“Chief, that tip of yours was a ten-
strike!’’ Mahoney exclaimed. “Who do
you think this Rorick is? He’s Jack
O'Donnell’s brother-in-law!”

O’Donnell’s brother-in-law! It
looked like a break at last! “Then his
wound is more than a coincidence,” I
said quickly. ‘We'll go to Rorick’'s
house tonight, and if it’s what I think
it is, we’ll arrest him and then bring
in Jack again!”

I set the time for our visit at mid-
night, to be sure of finding the new
suspect in. Meanwhile, the orders were
renewed to keep close tabs on Jack
O’Donnell. With the showdown so
close at hand, I didn’t want any slip-
ups.

At midnight, Kuehl, Mahoney and I
drove to the address where Rorick was
staying. The man who answered the
door informed us that he was Rorick’s
brother-in-law.

“Is Lester in?” I inquired.

“Yes, but he’s gone to bed. Is it im-
portant?”

I assured him it was, and he led us
upstairs and pointed to a door. “That's
his room there.”

1 walked to the door and knocked.

A young, thin-faced man clad in paja-
mas appeared. “What do you want?”
he demanded.

“We're from police headquarters. I
want to talk to you,” I told him. At the
words, his face tensed but he stepped
slowly aside and we entered the room.
I motioned Mahoney to shut the door.

I asked a few preliminary questions,
and then demanded from Rorick
where he had -been on the night of
November 25,

“IT was probably home. Why?”

“Well, that happened to be the night
two policemen were killed!” I told
him. “Remember it now?”

He shrugged, but I thought his face

grew paler. “I wouldn’t know about...

that,” he replied.

“No?” I leaned forward. “By the
way,.I hear you’ve been wounded,
Rorick. What did it—a bullet?”

This time he. was unmistakeably
startled. But he tried to pass it off with
a laugh. “Me shot? That’s good. How
would I get hit with a bullet? No, the

wound’s from an explosion on a boat:

at sea.”

“Pull up your pajamas and let’s have
a look at it!” I ordered.

He hesitated, and I thought he was
about to refuse. Then slowly he rolled
up the pajama leg and exposed the
scar. A glance was enough. There
wasn’t the slightest doubt in the world
that the wound had been made by a
bullet!

“Put on your clothes,” I told him.
“You're coming with us.”

Rorick’s sister and brother-in-law,
when they learned that he was under
arrest, decided to accompany him to
headquarters. Arriving there, how-
ever, I postponed the questioning un-
til we had made sure of our other sus-
pect, I told Mahoney and Kuehl to
bring him in.

Going straight to O’Donnell’s apart-
ment, the officers knocked on the door.
There was no answer. Assured by his
trailers that the suspect was in, the
two detectives rapped again. Still
there was no reply. This time, Kuehl
lost patience. “Open up, Jack, or I'll
shoot the lock out!” he called.

The threat brought quick results.

With the arrival of our second sus-
pect, I summoned Rorick into my of-
fice and began to grill him about the
murders. But my steady questioning
had little success; he refused to an-
swer directly even after three hours
of my persistent attempt to break
down his silence.

It was an exasperating situation. I
knew from the man’s attitude, from
nis unwilling responses, that he was
guilty. But how could we get him to
talk? Without his confession, we had

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peace officer, was Patrol-
ns attragtive wife. He
et, or repay the loss of

gun,” Stevens di-
Is Nands in the air

the barroom.

> of his head

> convulsing fingers
| he weapon fired

pistol into the gun

d into the heart of

Into the booth,

the body of his

st roar ot the shot-

Phere was a

street.

lirt beside the
Oa

parked car,

tped into thy

Ss they spun on the

roar of speed.

Another life given in the line of duty, and another heart-broken
woman left to grieve over the loss of a loved one. Patrolman Ted
Stevens with his bride of a few months. Scene of the shooting, right.

WAS IN BED WHEN Ernie Yoris, Chief of Detectives,

called me.

“Come on, Dick, we’ve gota nasty one. A gang of yeggs
rubbed out Stevens and Sickles, the Northend prowl crew.”
“Not dead, are they?” I groaned, only partly awake.

“Sickles is. Stevens is dying. Blasted from behind.
Never had a chance.”

“T'll be right out,” I promised, getting the address of the
tavern.

I knew Stevens and Sickles. They were a jolly pair of
young fellows. I had worked with them once while on a
case in the Northend. They had both been married recently.
I remembered them kidding each other about it.

My mind flew to the thoughts of their young wives. Their
husbands had given their lives as heroes, as gallant police
officers .. . but would that assuage the grief, or repay the
loss?

I swore then and there that their slayer would pay with
his own life for those he had taken by swinging at the end
of a noose at Walla Walla.

By the time I had driven from my home at the extreme
opposite side of the city, Chief Yoris and Lieutenants Ernest
Winters and A. H. Kuehl were already at the tavern.

he plane HAD BEEN REMOVED to the hospital and word had
come back that he would not live out the hour. Sickles’
body was taken to the County morgue.

“Let’s get the layout inside, first,” Yoris ordered.

Reconstruction of the crime was simple.

The burglars were looting the tavern when the scraping

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Deadly tools (above)
left at the bakery. Gwen
Rogers (right) claimed her
sweetheart was in California at the
time the two patrolmen were ruth-
lessly shot to death.

“Maybe it’s the gang we've been after for the last couple
of months,” Sickles ventured, checking the shells in his re-
volver and slipping a charge of buckshot in a sawed-off
shotgun for his partner. ,

“They've been knocking these taverns over pretty regu-
lar,” Stevens agreed. “I hope we get a chance at ’em this
morning.”

“Better pull up a block this side so they won’t see us
coming,” Sickles suggested.

Stevens let the car come to a coasting halt with lights
Out on a side strect a block away. The young prowl car
patrolmen approached the tavern with guns ready for a
clash with the yeggs.

“This is it,’ Stevens whispered as they came up to the
front door of the Elk Tavern. “Look !””

The padlock hasps had been snipped away with a heavy
bolt clipper. It was dark inside. They could sec only the
Start of a bar that ran the full length on the left side of
the interior, and of booths that lined the left wall,

“Easy, keep covered,” Stevens cautioned. “I’ll kick the
door open and give ’em the light.”

| actinides AGAINST TITE BRICK front for protection,
Stevens pushed the door open and flicked the catch on
his flashlight.

The piercing beam caught the figure of a young man
against the back bar. He was caught in the act of taking
a big clock from the wall.

“Keep ‘em up!” Stevens barked. “Don’t move or I’ll plug
you. I got you covered,”

The figure spun around, but his hands remained high in
the air. An automatic pistol lay on the bar in front of him,

“Back up to the wall-and don’t make a move for that
gun!” Stevens warned him. ‘

Sickles and Stevens came through the door and bore

A young and handsome bridegroom, also a peace officer, was Patrol-

man Trent A. Sickles (above), shown with his attractive wife. He

died a hero, but could that assuage the grief, or repay the loss of
her husband?

down on the trapped burglar. “Get the gun,” Stevens di-
rected his partner. “I’ll keep him covered.”

The burglar said nothing. He kept his hands in the air
and stared into the advancing flashlight beam,

The two patrolmen reached the center of the barroom.

A shotgun blast roared!

The shot came from the veiling darkness of the booth
beside Stevens. It tore the flesh from the side of his head
and shoulder. He slid to the floor, his convulsing fingers
pressing the trigger of his own shotgun. The weapon fired
harmlessly into the ceiling.

A sharp, staccato snort announced a pistol into the gun

fray. The lead slug from its barrel buried into the heart of
Officer Sickles,

IRING BLINDLY WITH HIs last breath into the booth,
Sickles pitched face forward across the body of his
dying partner.

Winkler, across the street, heard the first roar of the shot-
guns, followed by the barking of the pistols. There was a
moment’s quiet, and then a man ran to the street.

A crack sounded from another pistol.

A voice screamed, “My God, I’m shot!”

The figure stumbled, sprawled into the dirt beside the
walk. Dragging back to its feet, it limped to a parked car,
Two other figures fled from the tavern and leaped into the
car.

The motor snorted. Tires screamed as they spun on the
dry pavement. The car jerked away in a roar of speed.

Sediment tre NMC

Another life given i:
woman left to grieve
Stevens with his brid«

WAS IN BED W

called me.

“Come on, Dick
rubbed out Steve:

“Not dead, are

“Sickles is. °
Never had a cha:

“T’'ll be right ou
tavern.

I knew Steven:
young fellows. |
case in the North:
I remembered 1!

My mind flew
husbands had ei
officers .. . but
loss?

I swore then a
his own life for
of a noose at \W:

By the time I
opposite side of tl
Winters and A. |

TEVENS HAD Bi
S come back th:
body was taken t

“Let’s get the |

Reconstruction

The burglars

sound of a hacksaw blade cutting the chains that anchored
two slot machines to the floor, roused Winkler.

Two of the robbers were hidden in the booth when
Stevens and Sickles came in and sighted the third bandit.
The pair in the booth blasted down the officers without
warning.

A hacksaw, electric drill and heavy bolt clipper were
found on the floor beside the slot machines.

The shotgun charge that cut down Sickles, smashed a
clock on the wall, stopping it and definitely placing the time
at 4:55.

Yoris turned the interior of the tavern over to the finger-
print expert and photographer.

In front of the tavern, Yoris had marked out two spots
where a .32-Mauser and a .38-Colt had been picked up.
There were bloodstains nearby, where Winkler had seen
the man drop screaming, “I’m shot.”

“T can’t quite figure out what happened here,” Yoris told
me. “I’ve talked to Winkler and he’s certain that the last
shot was fired several seconds later than the first shots,
which must have gotten Stevens and Sickles. Why was
this guy shot out here?”

“Maybe the bandits inside thought he was one of the cop-
pers getting away and plugged him by mistake,” I volun-
teered.

“Still, he might have dropped his gun and shot himself,”
Yoris figured. ‘Two gats were found on the walk here.
I've turned ’em over for fingerprint examination.”

We questioned Winkler about the car he had seen the
killers escape in, but he could only recall that it was a
dark color and either a Ford or a Chevrolet of a late
model.

Lester Rorick (right) carried a livid
scar on his knee, and this tell-tale
clue sent detectives scurrying on a

E WENT BACK to
Headquarters and
found that Stevens had
died from his wounds.
We sorted over our slen-
der clues and started to
look for the “cop killers,”
as they were labeled by
the press.
Kuehl and I were as-

wound in the melee.

PR acta tn near mene

cee ATE TY

definite trail for the killers. Chief of

Detectives Ernie Yoris (below, left)

examines the death-dealing weapons
found after the yeggs were captured.
Dale Arthur (center) suffered a slight chin
Joe Neal (right)
thought safe cracking was more lucrative than
being an honest patrolman. He turned from
the side of the law only to learn too late,
and at a high cost that Crime Does Not Pay.

signed to the duty of tracking down the guns and car.

Other detectives were assigned to the job of trying to
find whether the wounded killer received medical attention;
and others to check on the slot machine racket.

It was a near certainty that the killers in the tavern were
hi-jacking the slot machines for a syndicate. The used
machines are worth around seventy-five dollars. There had
been a wave of slot machine burglaries in the district, very
likely committed by the murderers we sought.

It didn’t take us long to find that both guns dropped by
the killers were stolen. This left us only the car to go on,
and with “Lord only knows” how many late model, dark-
colored Fords and Chevrolets in Seattle, it didn't seem a
very “hot” lead.

However, the best way to find out things is to “nose”
around. By that, I mean getting around people who might
be able to tell you things. Not exactly “stool pigeons,” but
friendly sporting crowds who are on the “in.”

a TTT

Chief of Detectives Ern
nell has little chance of
Chief Yoris headed the
bandit killers and ferrs
for the slayers of th:
hide-out, and the hum
low were properly te’

agai AND I
one night \
rally cannot be 1

“T sce Joe is

“Mean Joe Lan:

yal,
stuff around.”

At the mention «
up with interest.

“Where’s he be
knew Joe had be

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palsy-walsy latel;
‘Hollywood’.”

That was all |
lead.

Joe was one 0
He had been in
Prohibition and |
dropped it all w!
Profanity Hill, 4
and killed Frank:

Sporting

COULDN'T SEI
If and Hollywoo
the killer type a!

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force for booties
scrapes, includin:
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he took on the !
others took a
and had to use t!

Neal spent a

Hollywood, a
victions all ove:
William Bagley
also had a finge!
Hollywood to N

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Mrs. Jessup ‘dead or dping on the |
pines SEE renee REC AS tates
“He told the jury that fom then
on he Jattempted “to shield’ Miss
Phelps from being involved in, the,
law’s, Search for the murderer, and/
finally signed two confessions “to

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ing her home An
fot some time,’ she said. .:). +9.

he? nop the girl went out again aftér be:
‘3 asset not omne Ce ee ing taken home, then met Perkins
_j1n its rebuttal,/ the state swung} in. the downtown ‘Olympia cafe
repeated blows’, at’ one ‘point ‘in
Perkins’: long alibi, recalling* Miss
Phelps ,.to the: stand with itwo

Atos Sie rani,

club before midnight of December

ber |no;on¢ on’ her porch that ‘night.
15,"and”at that time arranged to} FShe-«: é
meet her Jater in the cafe in which |’
he said they: later)had the vargu-
ment: ys fies 7 ae A ee

) Miss’ Phelps denied Monday af. | Per iHiad? ela

ternoon that she had seen the igi! Phelps and ne had. of

atcany time that’ night, and. er ees a 8

denial was upheld by’tw6 Olym-| ‘Dr. -Charles-Ps ‘Larson: Txcoma
Pians who testified they were with | pathologist who had testified’ sev-
i hers) : he RGD Z ie ate

S| meter\ inspector, and. his daughter,

‘® Miss Banker arrived at

who arrived later, said! he’ took| the i
both his daughter and Miss ‘Phelps on aidavelgort. ‘7

Lyi tte ps! ve: [efabtimes: in ‘the Jong’ trial, also,
| Lloyd: Banker,’ city parking | was called back as a rebuttal wit-
Maxine,’ both told’ the jury ‘they.
would have seen Perkins -had he
appeared in, the club whileithey
werelthefesiffiy aio eerie

ins’. overcoat appeared ® to’ have
been splattered rather than brush-
ed on the garment.) }, Lag

, rived atithe club
with Miss Phelps, and Mr: Banker,

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coat appeared to\'h
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‘Sively to protect Miss Phelps, only.
to have ai complete change. of
heart, the defendant angweted
that tit -was’ because ‘she “did not

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yo ee . Batesihg. the eejdenins c Ne Vigft het! there after mid-
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: ng i ioght of the 16th.
5a found Miss Phelps in the >: Mri: Andrews said Miss Phel
room enue! in “haba, “and | - os sd bod 40 te, room

and could not hap left the house
«| without Her knowing it. Her grand-)
daughter was in her’ usual spirits
nexf-morning, Mrs. Andrews!”
bstified. |The girl had been mak-}
with Mrs. Andrews

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and) later. returned’ home: again

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tg ; beer biccka’ tee VIR RR pestified, ‘did they see Peyki Gers ae Fy gio de if ;
seri “ he a oe ae Conathcuse | piss +Phelpsi grandmother; Mrs. Regarding Mrs. Jessup, “he ‘ssi4'

she was as-closé to tim e< a mother |
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find! “question, 'td the defehdant:t
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and jury to believe that’ apes
Planned to marry a girl who You} Czechosiév
knéw hed killed = person as dear!
(AS 2 8 88 our! motherg* 1 iit tyy
‘bb answered Perkins, "I foved | 115,

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The trial started te afternoon :
‘of Monday, March it5, ‘and presen-i fronf 24 to.
tation of the state’s "ease tonsumed by *Sutting’
ause a la
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fact. that)
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quirements

afternoon. ): 2°34 fee:
“In the course of
the! jurots (were %
tour’ of thé cottage’ in which the
murdered couple, Li BE Jessup, 63,

Os i i bP Rs rgcar® i aed and his. wife, -Geneya, L089, were}. ©
{others to testify that Perkins had | = Mrs. Esther Srnith ¢ WThir-/ found stabbed jan@ beaten to death |
not met: bis © girl’ friend | during} teenth Avenue East: beside whose? the - afternooi “OtiDecember | 16 w
the evening of December 15. | apartment sAcsons, the alley, from 1047. Plea emt To lieu Sill COWMEA
; According. to Perkins’ story, ‘hej the Jessups’ cottage Perkins ¢laim-| ‘The.trial openéd With both Prose.|) fh. on
met and. talkéd with Miss Phelps! ed he: had ‘waited’ after following }cuting Attorney: Van Ro Hinkle ands |
for several ‘minutes in’ an. Olympia Miss Phelps there,-sdid she heatd'} Pros

“| Mr. Gilby
popening argument, ‘while Attorney |

ness.to say that'the blood on Perk=)"

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droplets, /rather|:

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ph a Bn ER ' {I} Troy, auestioned. him close y.Son ye }
ades, CUETO 2: several points inthe new ‘story hée|

told a lshocked courtroom: Monday |

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appreciate” Avhat he was doing for

“The youth’ had testified that the}

Prosecutor) Raiph Ri Gilby exelid-’
troom A becaiise
State witnesses.
later testified ‘twice, |
disqualifying himself from taking} -
part in‘ the arguments ‘Tuesday. aes oe
presented ‘the! state's {°/

General Troy,’ ani associate in fthe}
prosecution, was to. deliver the |"
closing® rebuttal “immediately “be-
fore the case*went to the jury,

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DAILY OLYMPIAN, 3-2))-191,8

— e+ _ om

Suddenly from outside came a vast roar

‘of mingled voices and music. The men

froze..What was this strange accompani-
ment to murder ?-

Chief Kelly was first to recognize it.
“The Christmas music!” he exclaimed.
“This is December 16. We gave per-
mission to the Y.M.C.A. to broadcast
choral records on a huge loudspeaker that
can be heard all over Olympia. They were
to start today.” ;

Deputy Van Allen caught on to the
melody. “Peace on earth, good will to
men,” he muttered. “What a tune to hear
in—this place.”

This was the manner in which, at the
height of the Christmas season of 1947,
the Pacific Northwest was presented with
its strangest murder mystery in years, one
which ran a devious trail until its solution
on Christmas Eve. ©

erie the violence of the double

murder, there was little evidence of
struggle. A rocking chair in the bedroom
had been tipped over; a small Christmas
tree in the front room had been knocked
onto, its side, its lights and ornaments
broken.

The kitchen was spotless, with dishes
put away since the last meal. The only
thing out of place was a butcher knife, its
blade eight inches long, in the sink. It
was clean and shining. .

.“We won’t touch that,” Sheriff Tam-
blyn said. “It looks as if the killer washed
it, but it’s possible another print got on it.”

Working carefully so'as not to disturb
any evidence, the officers looked for signs
of possible robbery. Several members of
the Olympia police force joined in this
and later phases of the case.

The search was fruitless ; no money was
found, 2

“This could be another Jake Bird case,”
Sheriff Tamblyn said. “If that’s so, and
this is a robbery murder by an unknown
stranger, we'll have a tough time unless
we find fingerprints.”

(Two months earlier, an itinerant

JEL S Sean GEG?

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NEIGHBORS stand at door of the neat Jessup

cottage where two met death. No money was
missing, but the Jessup car was gone. . It
later turned up in Centralia, minus prints.

robbery attempt. Neighbors heard the
commotion and called police who captured
Bird at the scene. He was convicted of
the crime, later confessed 15 such robbery
killings during the past 20 years, and at
this writing was under sentence of death. )

Prosecutor Hinkle frowned thought-

fully. “It’s possible this was a simple

robbery,” he said. “But I think we have
something deeper; some real hatred was
involved to cause such a _ homicidal
frenzy.” 7 .

A coroner’s wagon rolled up. When the

. bodies were moved, it appeared each had

been both beaten and stabbed.

When attendants lifted the woman’s
body, there was a thud as a bloodstained
stone, large as a fist, rolled from under it
and landed on the carpet. ©

Hinkle stepped into the kitchen again
and pulled out the knife-and-fork drawer,
handling it so as to avoid blurring any
fingerprints. “No butcher knife,” he
pointed out to Tamblyn. “That means the
one in the sink belonged here. As for the
rock, let’s look outside.” ‘

Hinkle and Tamblyn stepped through
the front door. The walk was lined with
stones. “Same kind, all right,” said the
sheriff. .

The prosecutor looked around the yard,
toward the Steele home and adjoining
dwellings. “Now we can be sure this

wasn’t just a robbery murder,” he said...
“A robber would have been armed with

something more than a rock when he
entered. No, this person came here and
then for some reason decided to murder
these people.” ;

The house offered little more evidence .

at the time. The officers agreed to leave
the dwelling as it was until fingerprints
could be checked. Just as they were
stepping outside, Hinkle saw something
yellow on the floor near the door. He
picked it up.

It was a scrap torn from the cover of
a book of matcghes—the lower right-hand
corner. It was torn so that portions of
two words were visible one above the
other, as follows:

; ERN

saacemrecenwh SEK.

BEFRIENDED by the Jessups, this
youth later made a confession that

he had killed his benefactors.
"I hope I get the noose,” he said.

‘hair.

Hinkle pocketed this, the door was
locked, and the investigators left. .

Who were the Jessups? Why had they
been slain? Those were the paramount
questions at the moment. Sheriff Tamblyn,
Prosecutor Hinkle and Chief Kelly sought
the answers from Steele, the landlord.

~He did not have much to offer. “They.
were fine people,” Steele said. “Good ten-
ants—never caused any trouble. They ”
came here from the Grays Harbor country

a few years ago. He used to work for a-—
‘mercantile company until he had to retire

two years ago because of a heart ailment.
You may have seen him around town; he
looked a lot like President Truman.”
“What about the wife?” Tamblyn in- |
quired, ed ss
“She was a mushroom woman,” _. =

The prosecutor’s eyebrows shot up. “A =~ q

mushroom woman? What’s that?”
“She worked with mushrooms in the

cannery operated by the Olympia Mush- __” ;

room Farms,” the landlord’ explained.
“Every morning, she drove to work—’
Steele suddenly bit off his words, His

eyes widened. “Say, their car is gone!” <,

Here was a hot lead. Sheriff Tamblyn —
sent a deputy scurrying to state patrol

“headquarters a few blocks away to get

the license number of Jessup’s inexpen-
sive car, This was put on the statewide
hookup of police teletype and radio.

“The killer could be almost to California
by this time,”” Tamblyn commented when
the deputy had departed. :

“I think he’s got just about a ten-hour ~
start,” Steele said. “I heard a car door

slam about 7 o’clock this morning. - I
thought nothing of it at the time because

that’s just about when Mrs. Jessup goes—

I mean went—to the mushroom farm.” .- -

Arley Jones said he knew nothing more. ~

“I just happen to be the man who found .
them,” he said. “You should.talk with
Bruce MacDermid. He’s a young fellow
who lives just up the street.” a
“What would he know about it?” Hinkle
asked. ee

“He used to visit a lot with the Jessups.
They both liked young people and used
to help them. I think McDermid used to
play checkers with Jessup.”

The sheriff and prosecutor. visited the
pleasant MacDermid home nearby. “Bruce
isn’t home,” the youth’s mother infermed
them. “He went to Seattle last night.”

The Washington. metropolis is
iniles north of the capital city. °

By a lucky turn of events, young Mac-
Dermid came walking up to his home just
as the officers were about to leave. He
was a neatly dressed youth with dark
He tossed a suitcase through the
doorway and kissed his mother before
‘greeting the officers. He appeared shocked
when told the news of thé murder of his
friends. ; : ;

MacDermid slumped to the porch rail.
“Why, who’ could want to harm Aunt
Nettie!” he exclaimed, “As for Mr. Jessup
he was a friend to everybody. Gee, I'll
miss him.”

The youth raised his eyes to meet those

of the sheriff. He thrust out tensed hands" —
with fingers spread, “If. 1 could just get

hold of that fellow’s neck: ia
“Take it easy, son,” Tamblyn urged. .
“Sorry,” MacDermid said. “This was
quite a shock. What can I do for you?’
I want to help track down this fiend.” |

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and still no clue as to their whereabouts.
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John Mills and Martha Broughton be-
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Aroostook County.

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being the mother of five children. The farm-
er's wife had evinced surprise, and had asked
her if they were being well cared for.

“Mrs. Broughton then burst into tears,”
related Baker, “and poured out the whole
story. She admitted that Mills wasn’t her
actual husband, and that he had been trying
to force her to marry him... She claimed
that she had been in love with him, but had
become afraid, and that several times Mills
had threatened to drown her in Lake Saint
Croix, near where they worked. Well, the
woman promptly notified me. I went out and
became satisfied they were the fugitives you
wanted.”

At the. county jail; Mrs. Broughton was
interviewed first. Dressed in a cheap cotton
gown, her ‘eyes red-rimmed, she appeared
cager to return to her native state:

“| want to get it over with, I didn’t
think any human could go through the hell

‘I’ve gone through,” she told Sheriff Mills.

She made a frantic denial that she had con-
cocted the murder plot with Mills and had
willingly fled with him. She insisted that
he had forcibly abducted her at the point
of a gun, and she had been too afraid to
resist him. tr

“I wanted to go to the police many a night,”
she declared, “but he seemed to know just
what went on in my mind. He’d beat me and
choke me, and threaten to cut my body and
let me bleed to death slowly.”

Mills, brought in for questioning, continued
to maintain the pose of cool indifference he
had exhibited to Deputy Baker at his arrest.

“You're not pinning any murder rap on
me,” he: said. “The woman shot Broughton.
All I did was help her get away after it
had happened.”

Sheriff Mills laughed scornfully. “You've
gotten away with a lot, almost every crime
in the book. You'd rob from your own flesh
and blood, and there’s more than one think
You can lie all you
want to, but this time your number is up!”

“T’ll lay you odds on that, Sheriff,” the
suspect taunted,

Much to the investigators’ surprise, both
Mrs. Broughton and Mills waived extradi-
tion proceedings. ; .

Five days later they reached Barbour-
ville. A tremendous crowd flocked around
the tiny railway station to catch a glimpse of
the now notorious pair. Despite ler avow-
als of hatred and fear for the man whom
she constantly insisted had shot her husband,
Mrs. Broughton smilingly posed with Mills

for photographers, her arm twined .in_ his.

Mills’ attorneys, two of the ablest in Ken-
tucky, succeeded in postponing trial action
for nearly three months. However, on the
morning of November 10 he was brought to
trial in the gray courthouse of Knox County:

County Attorney Sampson Knuckles pre-
sented the array of evidence against Mills.
But the red-haired prisoner surprised the
throng by declining to make a strong de-
fense. In a brief appearance ‘on the stand,
he admitted firing the fatal shot, but. as-
serted it was in self-defense as Broughton
accosted him while he was trying to com-
municate with the. woman.

The jury spent only two hours in delibera-
tion. On the third: day of the trial they re-
turned their verdict—guilty of murder in the
first degree. Sincé there: was no recom-
mendation for mercy, the verdict automatic-
ally meant death in the electric chair.

On the following day Mrs. Broughton was

brought to trial on the formal charge of -

conspiracy to murder. She- went to the
stand to deny she knew anything of the mur-
der plot, or had assisted Mills in any way.
She denied that she had been in love with
Mills, and insisted that she had accom-
panied the convicted killer to Maine because
she feared that he would murder her. She
denied that she had in any way encouraged
Mills’ covert lovemaking while he was at
the farm, and contended that she had re-
peatedly urged her husband to send him
away. . :
The fate of Mrs. Broughton was placed in
the hands of the jury at four o'clock on the

. afternoon of November 16. Their delibera-

tions became the longest in the county’s
history, lasting until late in the evening of
November 18. The final verdict was guilty
of voluntary manslaughter, with a recom-
mended sentence of four years and a day.
At this writing Mrs. Broughton has not
filed an appeal. aaa
Mills, through his attorneys, has signified
that he will appeal the death sentence. Inter-
viewed by the ‘réporter for INstpE DETEC-

tive; he appeared confident that he..will~

never die in the electric chair, eh, ae

“They’ll- never put. me in the hot*seat,”
he asserted in a soft voice, “They’re just
trying to get back at me for all those-other
things they tried to pin on me and failed.
Just keep an eye on me—lI’ll beat ’em yet!”

But County Attorney Knuckles doesn’t
think so. ‘

Eprror’s Nore: Thé names Pete Harding
and Harris Foate, as used in this narrative,
are fictitious.

| Hope I Hang

: (Continued from page 29)

smiled. “I did, a year or so ago, but of
course I paid them back. I’ve had -plenty
of money since I’ve been sailing north out
of Seattle the past two months.”) 0 7

Before leaving,. MacDermid told ‘the
prosecutor he intended to remain in: Olympia
the next few days to see if he could be of any
help. “I couldn’t sleep last night for thinking
of those fine people lying dead,” he added.

The. officers sent out a statewide pickup
order for the two men named by the seaman.
“Not that we have anything on them,”
Hinkle said. i ‘

Chief Kelly received a telephone call that
day from Mrs. Schars. “I remember now
that my sister told me they kept the money
hidden in a carton in the closet,” she re-
vealed. “It may be there.” ’ ,

The chief ordered Sergeants Williamson
and Erickson back to the murder. house. He
soon received a call from ‘the latter. “The
purse and the plastic box with the. silver
dollars are there, chief,” Erickson said.

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Jessups.

JHE SLENDER but wiry lad pondered.
“T’ve been working as a seaman on the

‘ ships sailing north out of Seattle the past

two months,” he said. “I’m only home a
few days every two or three weeks so I
haven’t seen much of the Jessups. I

‘ didn’t see them at all since I got home
three days ago.”

-MacDermid glanced at his mother, then
continued. “I used to visit them a lot.
They came here from Grays Harbor, I
know. He was prominent in fraternal
work. She liked to help young folks, give
them help and advice. I’ve heard her
say that she and her husband tried to be
——” He fumbled for a word.

prosecutor.

“That’s the word. She was a wonderful —

cook; she used to fry, big steaks for me
at night after I’d played checkers with her
husband. She always smothered them in
‘mushrooms.” MacDermid paused in con-

- templation. “And now they’re dead. It’s

hard to believe.”

“What about relatives?” asked Hinkle.
“Any children ?”

“She had no children that I knew of;
he had five daughters by a previous mar-
riage. They’re scattered all over the state,
all married. I don’t know their names.
She has a brother here, Claude Frost, and

two sisters, a Mrs. Hazel Schars of Olym--

pia and another sister in Tacoma.”

The prosecutor took ‘down the names.
“What about other friends?” he asked.

MacDermid frowned. “They had one

“habit which was good, I guess, but which
‘worried me for their safety. They were
such good people they wanted others to
be good, They used to try to help young
fellows who had been in trouble. Some
‘were ex-convicts. I often told Aunt
Nettie that one of them-would hit her over
the head some time—but of course I never
really thought it would happen.”

Hinkle poised his pencil. “Know any of
their names ?”

“TI can’t name them offhand. But if I
think of them, I’ll be sure to let you
know.”

The county men relayed the names of
the Olympia relatives to Chief Kelly, who
sent Detective Sergeants Harold W. Wil-
liamson and George Erickson to interview
Mrs. Schars.

She was stricken with horror, but did
what she couldsto help. “It must have been
robbery,” she said. “My sister the other
day told me they had a lot of Christmas
money in the house; nearly $100 in a
purse and $25 in a plastic case. They

_ tossed every silver dollar they got into it.”

Mrs. Schars said she could think of no
one who would want to kill her sister and
brother-in-law. “They were the soul of
kindness,” she sobbed. “Always doing
good for others.”

Jessup, she said, was 63 years of age
and at led an active life until his heart
condition slowed him down. Her sister
was 59, alert, in good health and spirits.
Before the officers left, Mrs. Schars gave
them leads whereby they were able to ob-
tain the addresses of: Jessup’s daughters.

That night Prosecutor Hinkle and
Sheriff Tamblyn received a report from
Dr. Charles Larson, famed Pacific North-

tor asked. j

“Perhaps Tuesday morning,

west pathologist who’ had been
rushed from Tacoma to work on
the mystery.

“It was a vicious pair of kiil-
ings,” the doctor told officers as-
sembled in Chief Kelly’s office.
“From the width and depth of the
wounds, I would say the butcher
knife was one of the weapons. Jes-
sup was stabbed six or eight times
in the vicinity of the heart. Con-
sider that, gentlemen! And the
killer bashed him on the head with
the rock.”

“And the woman?” the prosecu-

“She had the same ‘treatment,
including the blows on the head.”

“The pattern of hatred again,”
Hinkle mused. “Can you tell us
when it happened ?”

“From the condition of the
bodies, this being Tuesday eve-
ning, I would say it happened
Monday night,” Dr. Larson said.

early.” ;

Deputy Prosecutor Wayne Gil-
by, Hinkle’s chief assistant
throughout the entire case,
stepped hurriedly into the room

‘with a strip of teletype paper in his

hand.
“The car is in Ceatralia, where it was

abandoned on the street. about 9 o'clock.

this morning,” he announced.

Sheriff Tamblyn’s ‘eyes glistened. “Now
we've got something to go on!” He turned
to Deputy Van Allen: “Clarence, send
word down there not to touch the car if
they haven’t already done so. Ask the
Centralia police to put a guard around it
to arrest anyone who shows up to take it.
We'll go down there.”

Tainblyn first telephoned to Portland,
Ore., for Stanley McDonald, fingerprint
expert, to meet the group in Centralia.
Then he and Prosecutor Hinkle piled into
a county car and roared toward Centralia,
35 miles south of Olympia,

The Jessup car was parked in front of
a shoe store. Centralia plainclothes men
were inconspicuously standing nearby.

The owner of the shoe store, Wayne
Blue, had been called from his home and
awaited Hinkle and Tamblyn.

“About 9 o’clock this morning, my
clean-up man stepped out to sweep the
sidewalk,” Blue related. “Just as he went
out a man got out.of the car and walked
south along the street. My man didn’t
get a look at him except from the rear.
He Said the man had on an overcoat with
the: collar turned up. All he can say is
that he thinks it was a young man.”

“The car been here all day?” asked the
sheriff.

Blue nodded. “Yes; I got kind of sore
because it was taking up parking space
so long. It was here when [I went home
this evening, and then the police called to
let me know it had been stolen after the
Olympia murders.”

The machine was kept under surveil-
lance until midnight. Then it was <lecided
the murderer had definitely abandoned
it, so it was impounded to await the Port-
land fingerprint man. It was towed away
without anyone stepping into it so that
possible prints would be undisturbed.

Sheriff Tamblyn and Prosecutor | Linkle

SHERIFF Frank C. Tamblyn (shown) sent out

alarm for the missing car. When it was
found, it furnished only one further bit of in-
formation: The fugitive was a young man.

drove back to Olympia in the early morn-
ing hours. “We've learned one thing,
anyway,” Hinkle said en route. “The killer
probably was a young man, just as that
fellow MacDermid suspected.”

“That’s true,” said Tamblyn. “He could
leave that car there, hop a bus, and be in
California by this time.”

“He’s had time enough,” Hinkle

agreed. “But there’s another possibility.

The car was left there at 9 o’clock this
morning.. The killer could have driven
to Centralia with the car to lay a false
trail, then he could have hopped a bus and
doubled back to Olympia long before the
bodies were found.”

> hacmadatal DAY, Wednesday, found the case
at a point where laborious spadework
was needed to push it further. County and
city officers interviewed dozens of friends
and acquaintances of the Jessups. None
furnished any valuable leads. At the
mushroom cannery, employes all de-
clared that Mrs. Jessup had been a cheery
little woman, a fine worker well liked
and respected because of her grit in help-
ing keep up the home after her husband
was invalided.

In the afternoon, Bruce MacDermid
visited the prosecutor’s office. “I’ve re-
membered the names of two of those
young ex-convict who were helped by the
Jessups,” he announced. “One'was George
Berthold. He lives in Tacoma and has
done time in the state penitentiary for
burglary. The other is Arthur Perkins.
He lives down in the Centralia-~Chehalis
country. He, too, was a burglar. Both
are on parole now, I believe.”

“Did you meet them at the Jessups?”
Hinkle asked. :

“Yes, I’ve been there when Aunt Nettie
fed them and gave them a little money and
a lot of advice. She was always urging
boys to go straight.”

“Did you borrow money from the Jes-
sups ?”

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Tamblyn and Hinkle. “That still doesn’t
eliminate the robbery motive,” the chief
declared. “The killer may have searched
for money and failed to find: the hid-
ing place.”

“Robbery may be part of it, but there is
still something deeper that caused so much
violence,” Hinkle insisted. x,

The Olympia investigators received an-
other disappointment late that day when
McDoriald, the Portland fingerprint man,
arrived from Centralia. “I went over that
car thoroughly,” he said. “J just find prints
such as were taken from the victims. It
looks like the killer wiped his own away.”

He was taken to the murder house where

‘he busied himself with his dusting powder

and camel’s hair brushes. That evening he

made his report: “The killer knew the |

danger of fingerprints. He'd wiped the knife
and anything else he may have touched.”
“How about the stone?” Sheriff Tamblyn
asked.

“It has too rough a surface to take a
print.”

Wednesday ended on this note. No finger-
prints, no robbery except the theft of the
car. The two ex-convicts named by Bruce
MacDermid were being sought—but this
was a thin lead.

“Just because a man is an ex-con doesn’t.

mean he’s a killer,” Hinkle said as the
officers sat in gloomy — contem lation.
“Neither one of those men that MacDermid
mentioned has been involved in crimes of
violence.”

All relatives of the two victims had been
located by Thursday morning.. The five
daughters all declared their father and step-
mother were ordinary citizens who had led
hard-working lives and who had no known
enemies.

Thursday noon, Deputy Van Allen ap-
proached the sheriff with a grin. “You can
get one of those convicts out of’ your
mind.”

“Which one?”

“George Berthold. He’s got 4 perfect alibi.
A week ago up in Seattle he decided to do
his Christmas shopping for his girl friends
the cheap way. He heaved a rock through
a jewelry store window and grabbed a
handful of ladies’ wrist watches. He was
caught a block {rem the store, copped a plea,
and on the day ‘of the murders was driven
back to the pen at Walla Walla.”

“That leaves the other one, Perkins,
from near Chehalis, to be checked on.”

“He'll be picked up,” the deputy declared.

Van_ Allen’s prediction proved accurate.
Young Perkins stepped from a bus in Olym-
pia on Friday morning and was immediately
arrested. ’

“T haven't done a thing,” he protested.
“Pye been down home. visiting: @ girl friend
and came back here to look for a job and
to go to the Jessup funeral tomorrow.”

Perkins said he had been on parole from
the state reformatory at Monroe for a month,
and had not seen the Jessups since a week
before the murders. “They were old friends
of the family,” the 22-year-old youth said.
“J wouldn’t have harmed them.”

Perkins declared he had been in Seattle on
both Monday and Tuesday. looking for
work there, He supplied authorities with the
names of firms he had visited. “You'll find
I wasn’t in Olympia at all,” he promised.

Perkins was locked up on an open charge.
A short time later young MacDermid came

Perkins did i?” hie said. “Keep after him,
won't you?”

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“Byerybody has an alibi,”
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retirement, Mrs. Jessup had been employed at the Olym sia
Mushroom Farms cannery near Lacy, ‘a few miles sia
Olympia, and usually left for work in the Jessup car early
in the morning. , ‘

“A care” said Kelly with surprise. “Then where is their
car now:

Steele broke the stunned silence. He said he had been
eating breakfast at about 6:30 with his wife when he heard
the motor of the Jessup car start up and someone drive
It away.

ot thought it was Mrs. Jessup leaving for work,” said
Steele, “and I didn't pay any attention to it.” on

Steele said the car was a dark blue 1937 Chevrolet coupe
ore did not know the license number. -

“Never mind.” said Kelly. “We c: d
tie Ho Kelly. “We can get that at the

The commotion in the alley had attracted a large crowd
by this time. Kelly called Williamson and Erickson to him

“Go through the crowd,” said Kelly, “Talk to everyone,
Find out what they know about the’ Jessups. Then go to
every house in this neighborhood and’ pick up every diced
of information you can find. Then mect me at Tamblyn’s
office.” -—

Back in the house again, Kelly found Tamblyn and
Hinkle just setting out to look for him. Ina piece of nek
paper, the sheriff was carrying a rock slightly larger than a
man’s fist on which there was considerable dried blood.

“We found it under the pillow on the davenport when

they moved Mrs. Jessup’s body,” said Tamblyn,
_ kelly an the rock and examined it. To the police chief
the baile string of rocks outside around the base of
, W hen the party returned to Tamblyn’s office, Dr. Charles
P. Larson, noted Northwest pathologist of Tacoma, was
called and asked to come to Olympia at once to conduct
autopsies on both bodies. ‘

A hurried check at the State License Bureau revealed that
the license number on Jessup's car was J-2334 and this
information was dispatched) by radio ‘and telepho
throughout the entire Northwest. ~

Not to overlook the possibility that a vagrant might have
been responsible for the murders, Kelly and Tamblyn alee
issued orders to every man on their respective forc es to
pick up and bring in for questioning all suspicious char-
acters found in and around Olympia.

It was during these routine activities that Williamson
and Erickson returned and talked to Kelly. They had

Chief of Police Roy Kell

. y, seated, and Prose-
cutor Van R. Hinkle have before them the
murder weapons, a rock and a butcher knife.

— a thorough visit around the Jessup neighborhood,

ri said, and had found one woman who had talked to
Mrs. Jessup early the previous evening,

; es —— had said: “I called Mrs. Jessup and asked

neo sg would like to go to a movie with me. But she
me she was expecting company lat

E ater on, someone by

the name of Doyle.” . a nes

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‘re tor slapping his girl friend around
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ago. Remember?” —aent

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charges. I remember him.” : este
There was more to it than that,” said Kelly. “I think
the girl told us she and Doyle had been Visiting with the
i ayasly she got into an argument with Doyle. After
they left the Jessups, Doyle was supposed to have hit her
and she had him arrested.”

Erickson pushed his hat back on his head. “Do you sup-
eee Doyle might have blamed the Jessups for taking the
girl’s part and decided to go back and even the score?”

i rats for you and Williamson to find out,” said Kelly
‘ = ue Doyle was a truck driver running out of Olympia
indepenc ently, Had his own truck. Go bring him in and
we'll have a talk with him.”
es immediately left. on their assignment
phar ey Dr. Larson arrived from Tacoma and examina.
\ on of the oodies began. It was the pathologist's conclusion
vat the deaths had occurred between 5 and 6 o'clock that
pagina Although both victims were beaten badly about
; e head, death in each case, was the result of knife wounds
— Jessup had been stabbed five times in the chest, one
thrust going through the heart. His wife's death was duc
to a stab wound in the lung.
coe had Dr. Larson’s report been made than Sherifl
amblyn received the first break in the case.

_ Th a call from Chehalis, 35 miles south, Sheriff Frank
Thayer of Lewis County said that the Jessup car had hee
found on the street in Centralia, four miles from Chehalis.
and that the car was being held for Tamblyn. “—
A cleanup man at one of the shoe stores heard the car
door slam,” said Thayer over the phone. “That was early
this morning. He glanced out and just managed des gee
someone go out of sight past the window, but he couldn't
describe him. The car sat there all day today and finally
Wayne Blue, the manager of the store, called us.” “
_ Thayer added that the license number was taken to ider
tify what they thought was an overtime parker, but ehcn
the Jessup license number came through the shet iff realized
it wa the car wanted by the Olympia officers. .
,, Tow it to your garage,” Tamblyn said, “and seal it up
I'll call Stanley MacDonald of the Portland police aid
have him come up to check it for fingerprints Well be
down in the morning ourselves.” : *
Tamblyn talked to Kelly and Hinkle after the tele shone
conversation. The possibility that the killer had diese the
car as far as Centralia, then boarded a bus or train
continue his flight from the scene of the murder w. 7
tainly to be considered. “eer
“I think there’s a good chance, too,” said Kelly, “the
the murderer may have driven the car to Centralia j
to throw us off the track. He may be right here in Oh a
now after doubling back.” ' pene
Tamblyn agreed. “I only hope,” he said. “that someone
else can remember seeing the Jessup car and whoever 1 ight
have been driving it. ‘Too bad the cleanup man at Chebetlis

night. Strange that the

missed getting a description.”

There was a_ telephone

message then for Kelly. At
the end of it, Tamblyn and
Hinkle heard the chief say:
“Then stay right there until
he comes back.”
— “That was Williamson and
Erickson,” said Kelly, hanging up. “They found Doyle's
rooming heuse, but his landlady said he told her last eve-
ning that he would be out on a trip for a few days. But
the funny part of it is that his truck is still standing in the
street in front of the rooming house.”

“That will give Doyle even more. to explain when
Williamson and Erickson get their hands on him,” said
Tamblyn.

The following day, Tamblyn and Hinkle drove to Che-
halis where they met MacDonald, crack technical man from
the Portland, Ore., Police Department. Tamblyn had
brought with him the blood-covered rock and the butcher
knife, both of which he turned over to MacDonald.

In conversation with Sheriff Thayer, Tamblyn and
Hinkle learned that nothing of value as a clue had been
found in the car. There were only a few gallons of gas
in the tank, leading Thayer to believe, he told the Olympia
officials, that the slayer had not stopped en route to Chehalis
for gasoline.

“Did you check the trains and bus stations,” Tamblyn
asked, “for strangers leaving town?”

“Sure,” said Thayer, “we went around to the stations,
but you know what transportation terminals are like just
before Christmas. It was just wasted leg work.”

The Olympia officers could see that nothing was to be
gained here outside the recovery of the car, and Jater when
they talked again with MacDonald their hopes of picking
up something important there sank even lower.

“The machine was wiped clean,” said MacDonald, “ex-
cept for prints on the doorhandle. And they belonged to
the shoe store operator and one police officer, both of whom
probably opened the door to see who the car belonged to.”
. “And the rock and knife?” Hinkle asked.

MacDonald shook his head. “The knife had been washed
clean, and there wasn’t any sign of a print on the rock. You
can blame that on the roughness of the rock or that it
might have been moist when the killer picked it up. Sorry.”

Tamblyn and Hinkle made arrangements to have the
Jessup car brought back to Olympia, and then they returned
to the death cottage.

Chief Kelly was waiting for them and what-he had to
say absolved the only suspect they had. Doyle, the truck
driver, had been picked up and cleared of any implication
in the murders. .

“He had intended to visit the Jessups on Monday night,”
said Kelly, “but after supper he found he had to leave
Olympia to take.a truck out for another driver who had
burned his hand and couldn't drive. Doyle called the Jes-
sups and told them he couldn't see them. We checked his
story with the fellow he drove for. Doyle was over at
Aberdeen at 4 in the morning.”

A call from his office now took Kelly to police head-
quarters. A young man who said his name was Scott Story

wanted to report the theft of a tire from his car sometime
Monday night.

“T was in Chehalis early in the evening,” said young
Story, “and met a fellow down there in a tavern. We got
my girl and came up here to Olympia where he said he

It was determined by the police that Mrs. Jessup, left,
and her’ husband, Lewis, right, were killed during the ~
neighbors heard _no commotion.

4 3

could get a girl for himself.
The tre was on the car
then.”

Story went on to say that
his new found friend was un-
able to get a girl companion
for the evening in Olympia
and so told Story to go on
without him. “That was after midnight,” said Story. “I
went back to Chehalis and early the next morning this
fellow drove up beside me in 4 dark blue Chevrolet coupe
and said that he had left his hat in my car. I got out of
the car and noticed then that my tire was gone.”

Story said his own car was a Mercury sedan, but kelly
was not paying attention. “You say your pal was driving
a dark blue Chevvy coupe?” he asked. “Did you see the
license number?” -

“Why, no,” was the astonished reply. “But I do believe
the first letter was J.”

“What did he look like?” Kelly asked anxiously.

Story said his acquaintance was tall, slender and dark
haired.

“And what's his name?” Kelly asked.

“That's the funny part of it,” said young Story. “We
spent the whole evening together Monday between Olympia
and Chehalis and he never did mention his name. But
it’s no use looking for him. He didn’t steal my tire.”

“I'm sure he didn't,” said Kelly. “But he may be the
fellow we're looking for on a more serious charge.”

Kelly then pumped Story for all the information he could
give. Did the stranger mention where he planned to go
after leaving Story late Monday night? Did he say where
he lived, where he worked? Did he talk about other friends?
Who were the girls he called here in Olympia?

At the end of a half hour Kelly had learned nothing.
The stranger had not talked of personal affairs, and he
had called his girl friends from a pay telephone while
Story remained in the car outside.

With young Story gone, Kelly drove back to the court
house and told Tamblyn and Hinkle what he had just
learned.

“But there are hundreds of dark blue Chevrolet coupes,”
said Hinkle.

Tamblyn agreed with Hinkle. “It looks like nothing
more than a long shot to me, too,” said the sheriff, “but
let's go along with it for a while. anyhow.”

That night Tamblyn and Kelly prepared and sent out
from their respective offices a pickup order on the stranger
described by Scott Story. To the order was added the
information that the suspect was probably flashing more
money than usual. ,

It was Tamblyn’s contention that the killings had oc-
curred shortly before Steele, the landlord, heard the Jessup
car being driven away.

“T think Mrs. Jessup was probably up and preparing to
dress for work,” Tamblyn went on, “and Mr. Jessup was
sleeping late since he was unable to work. That's a poor
time of day to break into a house to commit a robbery.
Also, there was no indication of a forced entry. Mrs. Jessup
probably let him in. Who else then could the murderer
have been but a friend, someone the Jessups knew.”

“lll add a little to that,” said Kelly. “I can see an amateur
taking time to wipe his prints from the knife and the door-
knob and things at the house. But who except someone
wise in the ways of crime would [Continued on page 83]

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488

PT el

Once more Mrs. Hazel Shars walked to her telephone, but again she

BY STANLEY SWANSON

paused as she reached down to pick up the instrument. She had been
trying to get in touch with her brother-in-law all day without success, and
now it was nearly 4:30 in the afternoon. ‘ a
Perhaps Lewis Jessup was downtown. Anyhow, her sister, Mrs. Jessu

would be home from work soon and she would call again then, Mrs slave
almost turned away from the phone. Then she began to think about the
condition of Lewis’ heart, and she knew he must be at home, that the
exertion of going out for so long would be too much for him. —

A sensational development in the
case was created by this young
man when he accused his sweet-
heart of slaying the couple.

Anxiously, she dialed a number.

“Arlie?” she said. “I've been trying to call
Lewis :'l day to sce how he feels and I can't
get an answer. Will you be kind enough to
go across the alley and sce if their phone is
out oforder? And please ask Lewis to call me.”

SUP NRRER RCE SE Cmts

Incredibly, death lay behind the peaceful facade

“FRUE POLICE CASES, December,

19h8,

“I'd say since during the night some time,”
Tamblyn put in, “judging by the fact that both
of them are in night clothes and the lights are

of the white bungalow. So Olympia police built a burning.”

personality portrait of the Jessups’ slayer.

Surely he’d return for a certain girl

At almost precisely 4:30 that Tuesday afternoon, Dec.
16, 1947, Arlie Jones, bus driver for the Union Pacific
Railroad, left his apartment in Olympia, Wash., and walked
across the alley to the small, white square cottage, almost
in the shadow of the state capitol building.

Jones knocked, and when there was no response he tried
the door, It was locked. Going to a window, he found his
vision blocked by a white curtain, but he could see the
glimmer of an electric light from within. Mr. and Mrs,
Charles Steele, the Jessups’ landlord, lived in the larger
house at the front of the lot, and Jones went to their
back door.

‘There he explained about Mrs. Shars’ anxiety, about the
unanswered phone calls and what he had just found at the
cottage himself.

“1 think Lewis may have had a heart attack,” said Jones,
“but I can’t get into the house without a key.”

Steele hunted up a pass key and the two of them returned
to the white cottage.

It was Jones who inserted the key into the lock, turned
the knob and pushed the door open. As he stepped into
the living room he saw Mrs. Jessup lying sprawled on the
davenport, head on a pillow, her feet dangling on the floor.

Jones took one look at the bloody, still face, choked back
a cry and ran outside, slamming the front door behind him.
“It's Mrs. Jessup!” he shouted to the surprised Steele. “We've
got to get the police! I think she's been murdered!”

The Jessup home was only a few blocks from the Thurs-
ton County Courthouse, and a few moments later Sherift
Frank ‘Eamblyn and Prosecutor Van R. Hinkle were climb-
ing out of their car at the scene. With them were Deputies
Richard Ryan, Ed Stearn and Clarence Van Allen.

In the car that pulled up next was Chief of Police Roy L..
Kelly and Detective Sergeants Harold Williamson and
George Erickson.

‘Tamblyn went directly to the door but found it locked.
Jones then realized that he had dropped the keys inside
during the excitement and the door had locked as he
slammed it on the way out. To get in, Deputy Van Allen
seized a rock from among several lying near the foundation
of the house, and broke a small window, allowing him to
reach the lock from the inside.

The door open, Tamblyn, Kelly and Hinkle went into
the living room and began a swift examination of the body.
“Her head has been battered by something heavy,” said
Hinkle, who also acts as county coroner. Then, secing that
a quantity of blood appeared through the gown and robe
at the area of the chest, Hinkle investigated and found
several knife wounds,
“Jones was still telling the officers how he came upon the
body when Hinkle interrupted him. “But where is Mr.
essup?” he asked.

“Why, I don’t know,” the bus driver said simply. “I just
saw Mrs. Jessup’s body and ran back outside.”

Tamblyn and Kelly started for the kitchen and bath-
room, but had hardly reached the doors when Hinkle’s
voice brought them to the bedroom. There, the 63-year-old
Lewis Jessup lay sprawled on the floor.

Hinkle examined the body briefly. It was plain that the
man had been accorded the same brutal treatment his
wife had received.

“They've both been dead for some time.” said Hinkle.

Signs of a struggle were completely absent save
for an overturned rocking chair and a small Christ-
mas tree, both in the living room. On a small desk

Tamblyn found several sealed letters ready for mailing,
and in the bedroom the double bed showed signs of having
been slept in by only one person.

“Looks to me.” said Kelly, “that Jessup was in bed and
that Mrs. Jessup, although dressed for bed, had just finished
writing these letters when the murderer came in. She was
probably slain first. The noise awoke sees and he got up
to see what was going on. The murderer met him at the
bedroom door and let him have it, too.”

It was in the kitchen where they made their next discov-
ery. In the sink lay a butcher knife, 11 inches long, which
appeared to have been washed and dried on a crumpled,
stained dish towel lying nearby on the drainboard,.

Hinkle, in examining Jessup's clothes, found that one
trouser pocket had been turned inside out and was empty.
A wallet found in another pocket was also empty.

But when Kelly picked up a man’s gold watch and chain
from the top of the radio the police chief was inclined to
doubt the initial theory of robbery.

“That doesn’t mean a thing,” Tamblyn said. “A watch
can be traced if it’s hocked. The killer was smart. All he
wanted was money.”

When Mrs. Shars arrived later, deep in grief, the officials
were given a more complete picture of the Jessups.

kelly told Mrs, Shars about the empty pocket and purse
in Jessup's trousers, and learned that Mrs. Jessup had men-
tioned not long ago having $92 in a purse and another $25
in silver in a plastic case.

“Then it must be robbery,” Kelly said. “We've been
through the house and haven't found any money.”

By this time two ambulances had driven up, and Kelly
watched as the two bodies were carried out of the little
cottage and driven away. Then he turned back to Mrs.
Shars and to Jones, the bus driver, and to Stecle.

“Mrs. Shars,” he began, “you say you've been phoning
the Jessups every day just to see how Mr. Jessup was feeling.
especially with his wife away at work, Did you phone vester-
day, and did he say anything that might have made you
suspicious of something like this?”

“Oh, no,” said Mrs. Shars. “Lewis didn’t say anything
but that he was feeling pretty good. That was all.”

“And you, Jones.” Kelly went on, “When did you sce
the Jessups last?”

“T think it was day before yesterday, Sunday.” Jones
replied. “I got one of the buses stuck here in the alley in
the fresh sand. I was having a deuce of a time getting it
out, and Art helped me push it free. Afterward, we went
into the Jessup house and washed up.”

“And who is Art?” Kelly asked.

Jones said that Art Perkins was a friend of the Jessups
over a period of years and also a friend of the Sharses.

“That's right,” said Mrs. Shars, “Art used to drive a taxi
for my husband. He called me from Seattle Monday, about
noon, to tell me he had landed a job and asked me to let
the Jessups know about his good fortune. During the con-
versation he told me about Arlie’s bus being stuck and how
he and Arlie had to push it out.”

“Didn't he leave rather suddenly?” Kelly asked.

“No.” said Mrs. Shars. She explained that Perkins had
intended to leave for Seattle either Sunday night or Monday
morning to look for work. “He evidently kept to his plans,
she concluded.

“And you, Mr. Steele?” said Kelly. .

Steele said he had nothing to add. He was the Jessups
landlord, often saw them going in and out, but paid little
attention otherwise.

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viuse to wipe off his prints from the
steering whee! of the car and the handles
after driving it 35 miles from the scene
of his crime. No one but a person with
a record.”

“Let me in on this,” said Hinkle. “I
think the killer has some interest at Che-
halis or Centralia. He either works there
or lives somewhere around there.”

With this composite picture in mind,
Yamblyn and Kelly late Thursday began
the tedious job of interviewing again all
those who had been well acquainted with
the Jessups. The work was slow, but

toward evening Prosecutor Hinkle looked -

up from his desk as Tamblyn and kelly
hurried in.

“Remember,” said Kelly, “when Jones,
the bus driver told us about getting his
bus stuck in the sandy alley back of the
Jessup house on Sunday night before the
murders?”

“What's on your mind?” said Hinkle.

“Jones said a young fellow by the name
of Art Perkins helped him get the bus
out and that they later washed their
hands in the Jessup kitchen. Perkins is
supposed to have worked for Mr. Shars
at one time. But he was also a close friend
of the Jessups.”

“But Perkins left for Seattle on Mon-
dav. a day before the murders,” said
Hinkle. The prosecutor paused to rub
his chin. “Come to think of it, I wonder
why Perkins hasn't come in to offer some
help on this case if he was such a good
lriend of the Jessups.”

“Yes, and that’s only half of it,” said
Kelly. “Look in the records and see what
you find out about Perkins.”

A search of the files was made and it
was learned that Perkins had spent three
vears In Monroe Reformatory on a sec-
ond degree burglary conviction a few
years earlier. He vhad also once been ac-
cused of entering an Olympia creamery
but for some reason was never tried for
that crime.

Perkins had escaped from the re-
formatory shortly after being sent up,
and followi ing his rec capture he was or-
dered to serve extra time. Moreover, once
before he had received a suspended sen-
tence for automobile theft.

Hinkle slammed the file closed.
“Where does he live2” .
“Onalaska,” said Tamblyn, “not far

from Chehalis. But he’s not there. No
one seems to know where he is.”

“From his good looks,” said Tamblyn,

“Tel sav Pe ridins would think he was quite
a maiden’s dream. Besides. young Story
said he was looking for a girl friend here
in| Olympia. Remember? But how, are
we going to find his feminine admirers?”

“We'll have to comb the town,” said
Kelly. “Taverns. Dance halls. Ev ery place
where he would likely have made friends.
We'll have to find someone who knows
where we can locate him.”

But after several hours of hard leg work
the joined forces of the sheriff's office
and the police department were forced
to admit failure. It was then that Kelly
decided to try another possibility, On

the theory that Perkins had been in
Olympia on ‘Tuesday morning, Kelly felt
that the vouth might have registered at
one of the hotels.

“Lf that doesn’t do it.” said Kelly, “we'll
have to try the same thing at Chehalis
and Centralia, and if necessary in Seat-
tle.”

But it was not necessary. At the Olym-
pian Hotel Kelly and Tamblyn learned
trom a clerk that Perkins had been reg-
istered there on Wednesday night, but
not on the previous nights.

“Then he should still be here,” said
Kelly.

“Sorry,” said the clerk, “but he checked
out this morning.”

One thing though the officers did learn
was that Perkins had been seen in the
company of a pretty redhead thought to
be Celia Russell.”

The girl’s address was easily obtained
and without wasting more time Kelly and
Tamblyn went out and brought her to
headquarters. There, with Prosecutor
Hinkle, Miss Russell was told what the
situation was with regard to Perkins.

It took some time for the girl to re-
gain her composure. “I can't believe it!”
she exclaimed. “[ was with him and he
didn't act unusual. You must be mis-
taken.”

“Did you know the Jessups?’
asked.

“No,” said the girl. “Art had mentioned
them but I had never met them. He al-
ways talked as though they were trving
to help him straighten outand | thought
he appreciated it.’

Hinkle

“Did Perkins say anything to you
about the murder when you saw him
Wednesday night?” ‘Tamblyn asked.

“T showed him the new spaper with the
story in it,” she said, “and he said it was
a terrible thing to have happen to the
Jessups. He said he would like to get
the guy who did it. That's why I’m sure
you are mistaken.”

“Have you any idea where we can find
Perkins right now?” asked Hinkle

The girl looked up suddenly. Her ex-
pression was one of fear and anxiety. It
was plain to the officers that Celia Rus-
sell was being torn between her emotions
and her duty.

“T don’t know.” she said quietly. “But
—well--'m supposed to meet him at the
bus depot when he comes into Oly mpia
again tomorrow afternoon.”

All buses were watched Friday and
when finally late in the afternoon hand-
some Arthur Bruce Perkins stepped from
the door of one, Sheriff Tamblyn and
Chief Kelly were there to meet him.

Rushed, over his protests, to the court-
house, Perkins put up a defiant front as
the questioning began. Asked to account
for his actions on the night of the mur-
der, the tall, 22-vear-old suspect said he
arrived in Centralia that evening from
Seattle and that he had stayed at the
Lewis and Clark Hotel there.

“T bought some clothes there on Tues-
day afternoon,” he continued, “and then
went back to Seattle to see about a job
that had been promised me. When that
fell through I came back to Olympia
WwW ednesday noon and staved at the Olym-
pian that night.”

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“Why did you buy new clothes?
Hinkle asked.

* “T got into a fight with a sailor in

Centralia Monday night and my coat was

torn beyond repair. I threw it away. The

rest of my clothes are in a suitcase in
eck at the Centralia bus depot.”

“And you say you weren't in Olympia
Monday night?” Hinkle went on.

Perkins said he did not leave the
Centralia area that night. “I met some
fellow with a blue Mercury and we spent
the evening together.”

“Yes,” said Hinkle. “We've already met
voung Story.” Hinkle turned and nodded
to Kelly who got up and. left the
room.

Presently Kelly came back into the
room with Scott Story, owner of the
Mercury, whose story of dropping Perkins
in Olympia late Monday night was still
fresh in everyone’s mind. Perkins’ face
turned white at the sight of Story, but
he quickly regained his composure and
refused to say more than: “Well, if you
know I killed them why are you asking
me all these questions?”

On the morning of Christmas Eve,
Perkins made his first oral ‘confession in
the presence of six witnesses, admitting
that he slew the couple in a fit of anger.

Hinkle was able to guess as much, but
without waiting for more elaboration,

which Perkins declined to give at the
time, the prosecutor filed an information
charging him with first cere: murder
on two counts.

In the days that followed, Perkins twice
made written statements in which he ad-
mitted killing the Jessups. But in each
instance he retused to sign the statements
saying they were not true.

In one statement,.Perkins said he wan-
dered to the Jessup cottage before dawn
on the night of December 15, while wait-
ing for a bus to take him back to Che-
halis. While talking to Mrs. Jessup, who
was up, the statement continued, she
made references to his conduct since com-
ing out of the reformatory. the fact that
he kept late hours and did not work.
For this he said he slapped her.

Seeing the situation he had put him-
self in, Perkins’ statement went on, he
killed Mrs. Jessup first, then Mr. Jessup,
beating them with his fists. employing a
rock that had been used as a door stop
and a butcher knife he found in the
kitchen.

On February 18, Perkins pleaded
guilty to both counts of first degree mur-
der before Superior Judge D. F. Wright.
This plea was changed to one of not
guilty before his trial in March.

The trial, the first tried in the Spring
jury term of the Thurston County

Superior Court, beginning March 15,
lasted eight days. On the’ seventh day,
Perkins took the stand and threw the
court into a commotion by openly ac-
cusing his girl friend of slaying the el-
derly “couple. He said he followed her to
the Jessup home after walking out on
her in a cafe, watched from a distance
as she entered the Jessup home alone
and then heard a scream come from in-
side.

“Tran to the house,” Perkins said, “and
when she came out I saw the knife in her
hand. Mrs. Jessup was on the floor, but I
picked her up and put her on the couch.
I washed my girl’s hands and took her
downtown in the Jessup car and let her
out, then drove alone to Centralia.”

The dramatic statement made no im-
pression on Washington State Attorney
General Smith T roy, who assisted in the
prosecution. He said the statement was
the most preposterous announcement he
had ever heard. Calling the girl to the
stand. Troy drew from her the fact that
she had spent the night of the murders at
the home of her grandmother. The
grandmother and others verified this fact.

The jury too was unimpressed. for the
next day the eight men and four women
deliberated only an hour to find Perkins
guilty on both counts. The jury also
recommended the death penalty.

Crime on a Diet

[Continued from page 35]

e. beaten and robbed of 5.000 pounds
by a man named James Brush.

The jockey’s description of Brush tal-
lied closely with that of Andrews, and the
police were sure it was.the same man
when Ellis recalled that he had subsisted
almost entirely on malted milk and pills.

The identification was kept quiet Ww hic

the police combed the San Francisco Bay
area.

Finally in a little neighborhood ¢ groc-
ery store on McAllister St. in San Fran-
cisco, Detectives M. V. Burke and Fred
Smith picked up the killer’s trail.

“Matted milk? No, I don’t know of any
man who buys much of it,” the pro-
prictress said, “but there’s a girl who

comes in ev ery morning and buys two big

cans of malted milk powder, regular as
clockwork.”

The next moriing, when the girl ap-
peared to make her daily purchase, the
detectives trailed her to a rooming house
near by.

As the ofhcers pounded on the door,
two shots rang out. Bursting in, they
found Milton Andrews and Nulda sous
lving dead, a revolver clutched in An-
drews’ hand.

Half a glass of malted milk stood on
the table, . «.

1 1935, police of Marseilles, gave a
twist to the matter of diet in crim-
imOlogy. Nursemaid Georgette Perrachon
was wheeling her infant charge, 18-
zy month-old Claude Malmejac, son of a
wealthy society physician, through the
sunny Park Chanot one morning, when

an old woman in black. leaning on a cane,
came hobbling up to her.

Telling her excitedly that the doctor
had been seriously hurt and was calling
for his son, the old woman herded the
maid and baby into a waiting taxicab.

Stopping outside the home of another
physician, a Dr. Dremieux, the old
woman explained that they had to bring
the other physician to tend Dr. Malme-
jac. She then suggested that Georgette
run upstairs for the doctor, as she could
move more rapidly than herself.

When the girl came out a moment
later, the taxicab, old woman, and baby
had vanished. Dr. Malmejac was unin-
jured, of course.

Shortly, a ransom note was received,
demanding 50,000 francs under threat of
death to little Claude. When several days
passed without further contact from the
kidnapers, Dr. Malmejac prepared to go
on the radio with an appeal to them.
It was then that Prefect Andre Couplet,
Chief of the Surete de Marseilles, had a
stroke of inspiration. :

Recalling that there was a shortage of
bananas in Marseilles, due to shipping
difficulties, the chief suggested that the
doctor specify the baby must be fed
quantity of mashed bananas at every
meal. He invented the explanation that
little Claude was suffering from a rare
stomach ailment which made the banana
diet essential.

“The kidnapers may have stocked up
in advance with baby food,” Chief Coup-
let pointed out, “but it’s not likely they've
thought of bananas!”

The chief enlisted the cooperation of
shippers and wholesale distributors to
make the banana shortage even shorter.
Couplet assigned men to make hourly

rounds of the relatively few markets
which were still able to stock them.

Finally, a fruit stand proprietor in the
Boulevard des Fauvettes reported that an
unkempt, wild-eyed young man had just
purchased two bunches of the bananas,
and had been anxious to know if the
dealer expected future supplies.

The next day the fellow showed up
at another stand to buy two more
bunches and this time the proprietor
happened to know his name—Andre
Rolland.

Police files revealed that one Andre
Clement, alias Rolland, was being sought
for forging two large checks. « “Phe
“wanted” notice added that he was prob-
ably living with his mother, Mme. Cardil,
alias Rolland, a crippled old woman with
a long criminal record.

Detectives were posted unobtrusively
at all the fruit stands in the Beaumont
area. Shortly, the nervous Andre came
and made his usual purchase. Trailing
him to a tenement in a narrow alley,
police surrounded the house and broke
in. Seizing the old woman, who screamed
a warning to her son, police found him
in a back-room, holding a pistol to the
head of little Claude. He threatened to
shoot the child unless he was paid the
50,000 francs and allowed to go free.

The raiders put away their guns and
held him in’ parley until his attention
was diverted. Then one of the detectives
made a flying tackle and disarmed him.

Little Claude was unharmed.

Tried at the next Assizes, the sordid
pair was swiftly found guilty. Mime.
Cardil. the brains of the plot, was sen-
tenced to 20 years in the women’s prison,
which at her age was equivalent to a life
sentence, and her son was given 20 years
at hard labor on Devil's Island.

My Husband Has
Been Murdered

(Continued from page 20)

‘CAST OF CHARACTERS.

James Beckner.......--eseeceees rancher
Della Mae Beckner...... weeeeeehis bride
Joe Roberge....- PTT ET. ranch hand
Grant Rio.......-eeeeeere ex-ranch hand
Will Kelland.......-.--00% ... field hand
Clarence Davis.......+-+:+ secvess ShOrift
Howard McCutcheon...... -deputy sheriff

dees climbed the steep and narrow stairs
at the
reached a landing and a turn, then pounded
up the last few steps into the attic room.
There were two cots. On one lay the body
of a man, still beneath the covers. A shotgun .
charge had torn one side of his face away.
Skeen shuddered. “It’s-Joe* Roberge, the.
hired man,” he said. N ptol
“Looks like he was blasted without a
chance to get out.of bed,” said Sheriff: Davis. .
“Ags I see it, somebody shot him, then rushed:
downstairs and killed Jim Beckner as he got,
out of bed to investigate the noise. Double-
barrelled shotgun, likely?’ - + -+.------ :
“Why ?” asked Skeen.

“If it was double-barrelled, he'd have’ to’ ”

reload after the two killings,” the sheriff ex~
plained. “That would give Della Mae~a
chance to escape. That’s why she ran out in-/
only her nightgown. She didn’t~have time:
to dress, and she didn’t dare go back for-her: .
clothes.” + fe SEA PUREE OR
No shotgun or an
found in the house.

the Colfax hospital where Mrs.:Beckner had»: J

. falling in the night,

back of the Beckner home.., They’~ Mae.”

the barn. There those of the man stopped,
and it could be seen he had turned and re-
traced his steps to the house. Those of Della
Mae continued across the field. Tire tracks
showed where the missing truck had been

backed from the barn and driven away. .

“The man’s steps are shorter going back,” |
a sheriff remarked. “He wasn’t running
then.” ; °

Another snow. flurry started. Davis knew
then the tracks would be soon gone, so he
made a rough sketch of them for future use.
_ The new snowfall gave the sheriff an idea.
He had Skeen.check with the weather bureau
to learn at what time the snow had stopped

“About 2-0’clock,”. was the refort.
“Those partly: filled tracks mean the killer

got here shortly before two,” Davis decided. .

“Tt was after that when he chased. Della’

Davis divided his forces. Rice was to re-
main at the scene, while Hickman and Skeen
were sent to LaCrosse. to talk with. Della
Mae’s parents. Ai i RN

“Check on a jealousy angle,” Davis told
them.
and some
done -this.
beruche, args St en ;

McCutcheon drove the sheriff and Deputy
Powers into nearby Riparia., They arrived

- shortly’ after 7. o’clock and breakfasted on
ham and eggs while waiting for Riparia to’
awaken after its New Year’s Eve celebration.

“Could ‘it have been .a robbery?” Mc-
Cutcheon ‘wondered, as he sipped .a. second

cup’ of, coffeec =

“A ‘robber wouldn’t shoot two unarmed
men in-bed,” declared Sheriff Davis. | “This
qman intended to kill both of his victims.”

por a turned down may have
p an eye out for that pickup

Since. stores. were closed for the holiday, .

“Della ‘Mae is a mighty pretty girl,

kids didn’t have an enemy inthe world. Then
the father remembered there was a farm hand
who might be sore at them; a young fellow
named Grant Rio.” °

“What was the beef?”

“Rio worked for them during the harvest,
and they kept him on as.a winter hand. He
got to drinking and Beckner fired him.”

“Any news of the pickup truck?” asked
Davis.

“The LaCrosse depot master said a young
fellow drove up early this morning in one,
wanting to know when he could get a pas-
senger train out.”

“If it is our man,” said Davis, “he’s. still
in the area, He may abandon the truck and
try to ride a boxcar out of this district. Ill
have the office send out word to have all!
trains checked. I’m going to the office now:
7 send out word to look for both’ Kelland and?

0. ;

Riding toward Colfax with Deputies Mc-3
Cutcheon and Powers, the sheriff was silent:
as his mind turned over the problems in the’

case.

Could the murderer be Kelland? He had?
threatened to get even with a new husband in:
that area. Yet why should Kelland, if en-j
raged. at_a man who had. won the girl he
loved, kill a-hired man as well?

What’ about Rio, the discharged rani
He was the.only person known to.

it.. Suddenly he stiffened, studied the sketch
in triumph...
front ?”

just been hospitalized. 9 | - ‘ful young couple who never quarr or had’ drove up, and two persons got out.
_“Mrs.. Beckner” is unconscious,” said the any enemies. . y cameon a lead when a came around to the other side of the car,
night physician. “She’s had a terrible shock young farmer drove into a gas station. ‘then returned to the driver’s side

and chill, -There’s not a. chance you. can. talk “I cheard,.something that may help you,” away. The second person—the killer—wen
with her for hours.” “oo “he said. “Last “night I was at a dance in. into. the house. ;

“Dic she, name the killer ?”. Sheriff: Davis:

as A yr oe

“No, she just kept crying that Jim ‘had

been murdered,” the doctor: er ;
Skeen called from outside. “Sheriff, there’

some car tracks out here you should: sees?

Sige

Davis stepped outside. Snow .had fallen...
earlier that morning, and tracks on. its
smooth surface offered a message—if it could
be read. In front of the house were a double
set of tracks, in and.out from the highway.
He could: see where the. car had turned

around, near the barn. The tracks were par- —

tially filled with snow. Pies sb shi
Davis pointed at some footprints. “One
man got out of the car and went into the”
house,” he said. “See those smaller foot-
prints? Another man got out ofthe auto,
circled it, then got in and drove away.”
“The killer may have had some pal-bri
him out; maybe the: other. fellow cwaited
the car until the job was’ done,” ‘suggested -
ice... - sae abate ye yt

turning. to the car,” said the sheriff. “Let!

“seasons. jes 00S: z
“Did ‘he: ever- work on the

tracks don’t show the visitor ye

lived. aot s
“He didn’t come home last night,” his land-

see his:room?

*The =

Sheriff Davis flashed his badge. “May we..

The woman led the way to. a rear room
a unlocked the door. The bed had not been
-slept in.

sep i andlady knew little of Kelland. He patcher. “He was hacking until 5 o'clock:
had fived in her house about four years. She as pe th ne was, hacking, /until _5 <9'cloc’
“said he worked im the. fields in the summer Davis and his two aides drove to Head's
_and did: various-odd_ jobs during the winter home. he was awakened, the taxi

“ithe” ‘Barr “ranch

ideSleseis Lhd

oaks t

y busy New Y¥.

Barr ranch, or

e. ’ J either, H
iknow: how’ it is~ with; some young was a.

4 ns Rp

‘out “from % Do you remember his name?
sheriff.asked.e = . “It seems it was
swore the

3 Eve, +The, officers learned
made by 4

that one out-of-town run was

“driver named Andrew Head.

~- Like River |

“Tt is marked ‘Riparia’,” said the dispatcherg
after examining Head’s report for the nigh’
-“That’s probably our driver,” ‘said the:
sheriff. “We want to talk‘to him.”- . "3
“He's hitting the sack now,” said the. dis-

' driver was sleepy but cooperative. ———

"Veg, | made a trip to a farm near Riparia.
he said. “The fare’ showed me the way. It;
/ was a h-one, snowing on the way out,
sahosa it stopped ‘while I was driving

~~ Davis glanced at his men, - The . timing;
fitted tee oe

“Can you describe the passenger?” «|
ead scratched his tousled thatch. “He
‘good-sized young fellow,” “wearing a.
acket. He, hailed me on the. street
bus depot. He didn’t -have a hat,
. He wanted me to drive him

‘leather:
“near. the

and something like a.river.”- =:
Pig hata AT SA GE SET

Seo OSPR

The s
it Rio?”
The t:
it—Rio,
Davis
and spr:
prime s!
“Be
twice, a

[oe Y

wh, hanged WASP (Whitman) December 10, 1951.

MY HUSBAND
HAS BEEN

MURDERED

By Stuart. Whitehouse

WHEN THE SNOW STOPPED
falling, the dark clouds began to dis-

integrate and ‘a. high’ wind pushed the |

remaining shreds south over the horizon,

The moon blazed white and clear; a-

million stars helped cast a hard sheen on
the white-blanketed stubble fields below.
It was almost day-bright; light. enough

‘to see.a thin dark line that cut across

the snow like a wavering pencil mark.on
white paper. Closer, they became a row
of dots—then footprints. They led to the
motionless form of a girl. ‘,

She. was clad only-in a thin nightgown.

Her feet were bare. and blood-flecked _

where the sharp wheat stubble had bitten
at the tender skin. She raised her head
slowly, supporting herself on. numbed
arms. She could see the Baker ranch
house in a grove of trees ahead. She
had come three miles—there were 100
yards to go,

“Please God,” she whispered. “Let.me
make it.”
' She struggled to her feet. The cold

.wind whipped the flimsy gown against

her slim body; staggering, she made it
to the door of the Baker home. Her
flailing fists left blood’on the panel. In-
side, Baker awakened, donned a robe
and opened the door. : ‘

The girl gasped, “Jim—my husband
has been murdered!”-then crumpled. at
the rancher’s feet, . . ‘3

Baker. called his. wife and hastily

INSIDE DETECTIVE, June, 1950

THREE MILES BACK HER DEAD BRIDEGROOM LAY—THREE BLOODY, FROZEN MILES

carried the limp form over to a davenport.
“It’s Della Mae Beckner,” he said.
Mrs. Baker covered her with blankets,

while Baker located. whisky and forced’

a spoonful between the blue lips.

‘The unconscious girl was their néigh-
bor, the daughter of Harvey Barr, who
owned a vast. wheat acreage. nearby.
Della. Mae had been recently married to
20-year-old James Beckner, a: local farm
youth. :

mooners to operate, and retired to live
in nearby LaCrosse.

“We'll have to get her to a. doctor
immediately,” the woman declared.

“T’'ll call the sheriff’s office in. Colfax;

then we’ll run her tothe hospital there,”
Baker agreed. He soon was connected
with Deputy Sheriff; Howard .McCutch-
eon, on night duty. The rancher related

how the bride had arrived barefoot. and:
in her nightgown, with word that het

husband had been. killed,
“We'll head for the Barr ranch,” said
the deputy.. “You bring the girl in here
to St. Ignatius Hospital. I’ll call Sheriff
Davis and we'll hightail it out.” :
The. call from: his deputy awakened
Sheriff Clarence:Davis, who left his home
_in Colfax to pick up a group of his dep-
uties.. They included Deputies James
Hickman, L. M. Powers, James Skeen
and L..F, Rice. It.was 4:30 on New
Year’s morning, 1950, The Barr ranch,

Pleased with his son-in-law, Barr °
had turned his ranch over to the honey-:

y in the world. Then
lere was a farm hand
lem; a young fellow

\ during the harvest, 4
3 a winter hand. He
3eckner fired him.” 2
ckup truck?” asked

master said a young
his morning in one,
he could get a pas--

iid Davis, “he’s. still
vandon the truck and
of this district. I'll @
it word to have all=
ng to the office now.
for both Kelland and :

with Deputies Mc-
he sheriff was silent
the problems in the

Kelland? He had&
ith a new husband in’
ould Kelland, if en-*
ad. won the girl he;
as well?
e discharged ranch:
ly person known to
ainst young Beckner=
ordinarily a motive:

: little to go on, until:
nsciousness, and he.
that long the killer
ape. He pulled out
> of the auto tracks
wr farm and studied 3
d, studied the sketch J
ed in triumph. . ;
o tracks in front?”

“They show a car ®
sons got out. Ones
her side of the car, '
ver’s side and drove \
on—the killer—went

Powers.

¢ a taxi driver;”. the 4
he stopped, he went %
cab to open the door4
collect his fare.”
irbuck had all beer
The. officers learned _
un was made by a4
ead. ts

iver

” said the Sispatcheeel 3
report for the night.
r driver,” ‘said thes :
Ik‘to him.” x
: now,” said the ai _
cing until 5 o'clock ie >

des drove to Head’s 3

awakened, the taxi 5
ooperative. — — is
a farm near Riparia.” *
wed roast way. It-
ing on the wa

hile I was avin 4

; men. The timing“

passenger”

tousled thatch. “He®
g fellow,’ wearing a2
ed me on the street 4
didn’t have a hat, I
me to drive him out:

s name 2”

"ems it was s Spanish,
ver.”

_ shot and looked back.

*.. Marshal Walter:

a ___.night near pr

him we've got the: killer.
~ down the road and find Marshal Little.

~ Colf. ax in

The sheriff leaned forward Boe
it Rio?”

The taxi driver snapped his fingers. “That’ Ss:
it—Rio, like Rio Grande!”

Davis and his men drove back to Colfax
‘and spread the word that Grant Rio was the
prime suspect.

“Be. careful,” he. warned. “He's -killed
twice, and he has a shotgun taken from the
Beckner home.” ys

While the search for Grant Rio went on,
Mrs. Beckner recovered enough in the hos-
pital to tell the sheriff the events of that
terrible night.

“My husband told Rio he wouldn’t hire
him back,” she whispered. “We'd. had
trouble with him, and this new. man, Roberge,
was a good worker. Rio said he didn’t-have
any way to get to town, so Jim said he
‘could sleep on the bunk upstairs: ‘Jim ‘had-

a shotgun up there,’ but thought nothing of -

ca ee Rio didn’t" seem. angry—only.
’ She’ paused, and ‘a- — held a glass « of.

"water to her trembling lips.

“Jim came back to bed. Later, we Heard.a
shot. Jim sat up on the edge of \the bed.
Rio burst i in with the gun in his hands: He.
kept saying Jim thought he—Rio, that is—:

"wasn’t good enough, and that he was ‘goirig
-*to kill Jim. I pleaded ‘with ‘him: Finally,

“he ‘said-he wouldn't hurt Jim if-1, went ‘into~
the other room.. I. got out of ‘bed and went

into the front room.”
She .shuddered and

‘

back door, and Rio came after’ me, shouting

something. I can barely remember reaching: ;

the Davis ranch.”
The sheriff’s message ‘that Rio. was ‘wanted

“reached: Sheriff Frank Lucas at Ritzville, in

Adams ‘to the north. Carrying out.

oaks County
Davis’ plan, he relayed the message to every

town ‘marshal in’ his

county. :
- That afternoon Night Marshal ‘Buford >
“Wachtel of the small: ranch ‘community of

Washtuckna gave up his, sleep to assist. Day.
ittle. patrol they:area,’
‘Wachtel drove slowly ‘down the main stréet, ~

—+circled_and returned He kept this up for an;
hour, Then he saw a egy, Sate cross '‘

the street toward Bob and rge’s Garage.

ae “Wachtel remembered the description: young,

bareheaded, leather jacket. It fitted!
Wachtel turned op and. pulled. up be-_
jhind the gas pumps.--The stranger was talk--

“My car is ina ditch, “outside of ‘town,””
the stranger said. “You can get it out for
me later. .Right now I want to get on to
Spokane, When doés a bus go through here?’*

Wachtel broke’ in.
Chevvy pickup truck?”
-- The stranger whirled. “What's it to you?”

“I just drove in to town, and thought I .
“” achtel_said.

saw it,” W:
The, man was mollified. “Yes, that’s my.”
truck.”

The "marshal -whipped
“Stick ’em up, Grant Rio!” he*barked.:
‘The stranger’ slowly obeyed.”
you know my name?”. he asked.) 34:5

“IT know more. than that,” Wachtel gad

grimly. “I know. you murdered two 1 two.men last

Wachtel called to Bob Bachman, the = other

partner in the Sarees
“Bob, call Sheriff. Lucas in Ritevitles ‘tell
George,

The.next day, Sheriff Lucas rushed. tio ae
handsome 27-year-old. suspect Senet seve

things Finally,” when confronted with

testimony of .the taxi iach Pali hoe

“ner; and’ proof that-the gun had’ been: found: *

_in afield” where: he- had thrown:itj: he:

“Was

“Ts your car a blue ae

out his. terol”
“Howdo “3!

galt. EN Y Te Pmapeped fa] YOU GET EASY, REFRESHING SHAVES IN
: on ; TL UIGTIME WITH THIN GILLSTTES. FAR

"perky

snowstorm.’ At first, ter ata

“If you say sd, maybe i did. But I can’t
remember.”

Rio said he felt Beckner had gone back on
his 3 chases to employ him all. winter.

went to stay with relatives in Spokane,

but they kicked me out. Then I came back
- and took a cab to the farm. Beckner said he
didn’t want any .drinking men around; and
that I’d have to leave in the morning.” I
found he’d hired Roberge in my place. I
went upstairs and Roberge started bawling
me out. He was in: bed. I don’t remember
-anything else until I was driving -_Beckner’s
pickup along the highway.”
' Sheriff - Davis learned. that Will Kelland,

; ‘the 1 missing Starbuck youth, had stayed all

night in a hotel there rather than go home
from the dance to disturb his wakeful land-
lad .
Ta, Lawrence Hickman filed a
charge of first degree murder against Rio.
At this writing he faces trial late this spring.
If convicted of that charge, under Washing-
ton law a jury will determine if Grant Rio
should be hanged or serve life imprisonment
in the Washington state penitentiary at
Walla Walla.

Heron’ s Nore: To avoid embarrassment
to an innocent person, the name Will Kelland,
used in this story, is fictitious.

esses HE

THAT; UNG
OPENING DAY OF BASS
BOT THIS. 18 TOO MUCH:

Sober and sullen, the alleged double slayer is brought manac

¢
Seas es
led’ to jail.

The crime that began so bloodily in one snowstorm was ended in another.

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married. Jim was a fine rancher an

near Riparia, Wash., was 60 miles. away.»
“Do any of you men know’ these peos.

ple?” Davis asked.

uty Skeen, “and the newlyweds, too.

They’re fine kids. The. girl is pretty, and’.
young Beckner is a natural-born farmer. it

They’re on their honeymoon.”

“Do they live alone ?”: the sheriff. asked:

“They have a hired hand who: lives

upstairs. His name is Joe Roberge. He’s ~

a quiet fellow, a few -years older‘ than

Della Mae and Jim.”

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“Everybody liked the Beckners," at

hbors reported. "They'd just been
Della Mae ran. him a good house."

- “Do you know’ if Beckner had .any’
-/gnemies ?” asked Sheriff Davis.

-. 7 2° .“None Fever heard of,” declared Rice.
“I know Harvey Barr,” answered Dep- hs aoweres, some..of .the moss-backs said’
‘they

idn’t approve of what they call
Schoolbook ‘farming.” >...
“What. about. that hired hand, Ro-

bere. ;
~ “He and Beckner got along fine,”
Skeén declared...‘

Enroute to Riparia,: the caravan met

Baker and his wife taking the stricken |
' wife to the Colfax hospital... The. girl

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had ‘not yet’ regained consciousness.
‘. + Fifteen” minutes later. they. saw the

“lonely “ranch ‘house; its lights ablaze in
‘the: chill dawn. =... v
*-“That’s the « place,” '.said: McCutcheon.
He led the cars along .a lane through the
‘fields and ‘drew ‘up ‘beside a barn some
distance from the: house.
‘piled out. .° Dy TO :
-- “Approach ’ carefully,” the: sheriff or-
‘dered. “We don’t know what’s in there.”
The ‘officers made a circle*around the
‘building’ and. cautiously drew closer.
Davis. cupped his. hands and called,
“Who's in-there?. Come out.” ‘
’No sound. came from within.

“Tl go in,” hé. said. ‘

He entered the unlocked kitchen. He
noticed that someone had taken ‘a turkey
carcass from the icebox, gnawed on a leg,
then tossed the bone on the table. Beside
it was an empty milk bottle. Everything
else was in the apple-pie order maintained
by a young bride’ '

- The Body

The deputies followed at his -heels
‘They entered a ranch-style living room,
then stepped ‘across the carpeted floor to
a bedroom. The men sucked in their
‘breaths: at what they saw.
'. A’ man’s body,: clad in pajamas,
‘sprawled back on the rumpled bed. His
chest had been blasted away by.a shotgun,
held so close that’the flesh was burned.

“Jim :Beckner,” Rice and McCutcheon
‘said. together.

Sheriff’ Davis studied the body. The
indented pillows showed two persons ‘had
slept there.

The deputies

‘
s

“Wonder where the hired man went?’

Davis pondered. Skeen, who had been
investigating outside, rushed. in. *
“Beckner’s car is gone,” he announced.
“TI remember it; a blue Chevrolet pickup

truck. You can see tracks where it was .

‘backed: from the barn.” |.
'-. “That means the killer used it to es-
* cape,” ‘said. Davis. ? t
- “Unless Beckner loaned it to: the, hired
man to go to Colfax to celebrate New
Year’s Eve,” put in McCutcheon,
The: sheriff. shook his head: “That
won’t hold water. Even a pair of honey-
mooners -wouldn’t, let go .of their: only
means -of ‘transportation in..weather ‘like
. this, And that must mean’... .” He looked
toward. the stairs. .‘“Let’s see what’s. up
in the hired’ man’s room.”
“Should I alert police around here?”
‘asked McCutcheon, a
“: “Of. course,” -agreed Davis. “Alert
everybody, including. the constables and
marshals of nearby towns. Ask all sher-
iffs and police to spot officers along the
highway without blocking it, Then, if the
Car passes one point, the.word can be
| radioed’ ahead. Cars can then converge
on him, pocket his truck, and catch hi
before he can: start shooting.” . :
“A. good: idea,” agreed McCutcheon.
. He went to the phone and called the office,
. instructing a deputy there to look up‘the
_ license number of Beckner’s truck. and to
: follow the sheriff’s instructions, _
. “Tt’s a-new idea,” he said: “The sheriff
* thinks it’s better than the old-fashioned
: roadblock.” :
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Soon, however, the light flashed on
again. This time it moved slowly to-
ward the foot of the stairs. Mrs. Car-
tier could see nothing behind the
torch, although whoever was carrying
it now began, step by step, to climb
the stairs. It was an eerie light. The
aged woman shuddered with horror.

Mustering courage, however, she
stepped forward. “Who are _ you!
What do you want!” Her voice
quavered in spite of her. 4

“Keep quiet. You'll know soon
enough,” a brittle voice barked.

The flashlight beam spot-lighted her
‘tall figure in the doorway. She re-
treated, step by step, into the bed-
room. The beam _ followed her—
stabbed here and there into the in-
terior. She was still unable to see
the dark figures behind the torch:

“Git into bed,” a second rasping
voice commanded. “Git into bed and
yuh won’t git hurt!’

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the elderly woman crawled back into
bed, her heavy woolen frobe still
clutched tightly against her shivering
form. Her mind worked frantically.
She knew no one lived nearer than
half a block from the huge mansion on
the hillside. She lived alone despite
repeated pleas of friends and rela-
tives that someone should be with her
for security. Cries for help, she knew,
would go unheeded.

Could they know of the $3,000 in
cash and securities she kept hidden at
the house, she wondered. Hardly.
Only two other persons in the world,
besides herself, knew she kept that
much money there. Most of her
wealth was behind steel vaults in a
Seattle bank.

As Mrs. Cartier’s eyes became more

accustomed to the light from the torch

she could see the faces and figures of
the two men. One was a dark, heavy-
set man about five feet seven inches
tall, she noted. His heavy, bloated

Mrs. Riv Jackson, right, was widowed by the strange gun with the oversize barrel, below
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face, she decided, looked like that of
a prizefighter’s she had seen once in
the sport pages of the local newspa-
pers. He would weigh 200 pounds,
she estimated. The other was smaller,
thin and wiry, perhaps five feet six
inches tall. She guessed he would
weigh 140 pounds. His rat-like face
was thin and cruel.

“What do you want?” she demanded
again, regaining courage. “

“We want money. Jist keep quiet
and tell us what we want to know and
yuh won’t git hurt,” the heavy voice
commanded.

'tRUT I haven’t any money here,”
she protested.

“Oh yes, you have. We ain’t been

casin’ this place for three weeks for

nothin’,” the heavy-jowled bandit
snarled. “Yuh got more’n $300 jist
last week.” :

She continued to deny she had
money there. The bandits, apparent-
ly, decided it would be useless to argue
further. From a coat pocket the
heavy-set man took a roll of adhesive

tape.

Cc. B. Wilson, above, for
feited his life for Seelert’
friendship. His finger
prints are shown at let

“Tie her up tight. Legs and hands,
he ordered his. smaller companior
“We'll soon enough find out if she’
telling the truth,” he shouted.

“You wouldn’t want your own moth
er treated so badly, would you, son?
she protested. .

“Aw, my mother’s: been dead 2:
years,”’ was the grim reply.

While one held her, the other tape:
Mrs. Cartier’s unresisting ankles an
wrists tightly together. Then, tear
ing a strip from a sheet, they place
a gag in the helpless old lady’s mouth
She could see they carried guns.

The two men then began a systema-
tic ransacking of the house. Fron
room to room, Mrs. Cartier could hea)
their heavy footsteps as they walked
She wondered how they knew she hac
money in the house. She could hea)
drawers being’ pulled from dressers
articles dear to her being scatterec
carelessly on the floors. The _ thor-
ough search took well over an hour—
an hour of terror for her.

At last they returned to the bed-
room. Mrs. Cartier’s eyes followed

‘their movements as the painful gag

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nforced its silence. The heavy-set
nan came over and stood at the side
f her bed. She could read the
hwarted rage in his eyes. “You're
iolding out on us,” he growled. Then
ie leaned forward and leered down
t the trussed woman.

“Tf we find out yuh are we won’t be
‘entle the next time,” he warned.

With that he put an extra strip of
ape on her swollen wrists and ankles
ind examined the gag again. The pair
tarted downstairs. She heard a clat-
er of the key as it fell or was tossed
o the floor. In a moment all was
tuiet.

She began wriggling frantically in’
in effort to free herself from the
yonds which cut so cruelly into her
lesh. Suddenly she heard steps com-
ng up the stairs again. Real fright
‘ame over her now. Had they come
yack to torture her? To kill her in
order that no one could identify them
ater? Into the bedroom came the
ype-like man. He strode quickly over
‘0 the bed. He tossed a quilt over her.

“Yuh may be-here quite a while.
Don’t want you to git cold,” he
srowled. “We gotta git a couple of
jours head start.”

He disappeared silently. She heard
1 rear door close. In the distance the
juiet hum of an automobile engine, a
shifting of gears, then silence once
nore.

Police examine the county car, stained with bandit blood

Mrs. Cartier struggled from the bed.
In a dresser drawer across the room,
she knew, was a pair of scissors. Des-
perately she inched herself along in
the darkness. Her tightly bound ankles
pained her as she tried to walk.
Finally she got the drawer open and
the scissors out. After repeated efforts
she got them open and placed one
blade against the dresser top. With
the weight of a hand against the other
side, she laboriously began sawing
through the tough adhesive. It was
like a Hollywood melodrama.

At last the tape was cut through.
The scissors clattered to the floor. Mrs.
Cartier tore the tape from her tor-
tured wrists, quickly removed the gag
and cut the bonds at her ankles. After
massaging her wrists and ankles a mo-
ment she staggered to the phone. The
line was dead . . . cut by the bandits.

HE threw on a heavy wrap, and hur-

ried to the near-by home of Doctor
W. A. Bammert. Swiftly he phoned
the office of Sheriff Roy Tresize at
South Bend, relaying descriptions of
the bandit pair. Then he treated the
aged woman for shock and hysteria.

Deputy sheriffs soon had obtained
a list of the missing property—about
$800 in all. The $3,000 had been over-
looked. An itemized list was flashed
over the Washington State communi-
cations system in less than 40 minutes

Claude Ryan: He
fought and fied

after the bandits had fled from the
South Bend home and hours before the
pair believed they would be pursued.
No one, however, knew the make of
the getaway car.

Sheriff Tresize knew that three
routes were open to the fleeing pair.
Also there were hundreds of out-of-
the-way cabins scattered through the
country in which they could hide.
They could go north, coming out on
Grays Harbor. If they traveled south
over the Ocean Beach Highway they
would arrive at the edge of the Co-
lumbia River, across from Astoria,
Oregon. The logical route for them to
follow, then, was east, also on the
Ocean Beach Highway.

And so the phone at the Lewis
County jail at Chehalis had jangled
frantically less than an hour before.
Seth Rivington Jackson, known far
and wide to -friends throughout the
Northwest as “Riv” Jackson, answered.
My popular deputy also acted as jailer
and slept in the main jail. His wife,
Mrs. Mabel C. Jackson, matron, was
in charge of the woman’s side.

Efficiently, they had had an exten-
sion phone installed at the jail. So
when calls came in Riv answered the
phone. Mrs. Jackson, on the women’s
side, by arrangement always lifted the
receiver and listened in. Thus when a
fast call came demanding instant ac-
tion, Jackson knew by the click of

the phone that his wife knew where
he was going and on what type of
case. She at once took entire charge
and frequently handled the big keys
and levers on both sides of the jail
for several days at a time when it was
necessary for Riv to go on a long case.
No time was wasted in getting away.

Riv dressed and called his partner,
Jim Compton. Within a few minutes
they were away, patrolling slowly
along the beach road, to the south and
west. A bare few minutes before a car
with two men in it raced around the
curve past them. They turned quickly
and followed. Now they were closing
in.

Compton slowed the police car—a
new Chevrolet sedan—on the down
grade. Ahead, he knew, was a slight
turn and a wider place off to the right
side of the road. He pressed the siren
button. As the wailing signal died
down, the police car drew nearly
alongside. Riv motioned the other car
to pull over to the right. |

“Sheriff’s office. Pull over,” he
shouted.

Dae county car pulled to the other
side of the highway, slightly to the
rear, and stopped, leaving the traffic
lane clear,

Jim Compton reached into the rear
seat for the shotgun. His partner, hand
on holster, stepped from the front seat
of the county car. They had no defi-
nite reason to believe this was the
bandit machine save for its excessive

* speed.

As Compton swung down from the
police car, a weird thing happened.

Riv Jackson sprawled to the pave-
ment. Yet not a sound had come to
his pal’s ears. But Compton knew in-
stinctively Jackson had been shot.

A brutal-visaged thug leaped from
the front seat of the suspected car.
Compton let him have it with the shot-
gun. He saw the heavy man go down
snarling on the pavement near Riv
Jackson. He couldn’t risk firing at him
again. “Might hit Riv,” he thought.

The second man, smaller and wiry,
leaped from the old car. He had a
strange-looking weapon in his hand.

Compton again raised the shotgun to
his shoulder. As he pulled the trig-
ger he felt a burning sensation in his
head.

He staggered backward. Mechani-
cally the veteran officer kept the coun-
ty car between himself and the ban-
dit. The bandit ducked down, ran
toward the county car, firing rapidly.
A dozen shots were exchanged across
the car’s hood in seconds. Compton,
a crack shot, was nearly blinded by
the bullet which had struck him in
the head. He was unable to take a
good aim.

When the crashing buckshot shells

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A deputy examines blood drops, at left below, in trailing the Master of the Sjlent Death. A great posse, right, hunted in vain

might come back. He had it coming
to him.”

Mrs. John Craig, Dalhover’s mother,
im Madison, Indiana, received the news
etoically.

“It’s too bad he wasn’t killed like
the rest of them,” she said.

Then she fainted.

When word of Shaffer’s death
reached Indianapolis, Mrs. Christine
Puckett, nineteen, declared that her
ehild, Russell, fourteen months old,
was the son of the outlaw. Mrs.
Puckett announced that she would
fight for the slain gunman’s property.

Shaffer’s body was claimed by his
father in Indianapolis, but no one
asked for Brady’s. Without even a
prayer, it was placed in Bangor’s
Mount Hope Cemetery, in a lot pur-
chased from his own money.

Dalhover declared that he was pre-
pared to die for his crimes.

“TI got it comin’ to me,” he said, “so

I won’t even bother to alibi myself in
court. I'll plead guilty without hiring
a mouthpiece. I won't need one. The
G-Men aren’t framin’ me; they’ve got
enough dope to burn me a coupl’a
times. A plea of not guilty would be
foolish, a waste of time. I want to get
it over with in a hurry.”

HE SAID he always had believed
that some day he would have to
pay the penalty for his misdeeds.

“T went into the thing two years ago
fully knowin’ what the payoff would
be,” he explained. “You can’t go out
murderin’ people, robbin’ banks and
such without bein’ caught up with.
Any punishment I get is comin’ to me.
I always hoped, though, that I would
be rubbed out just like Brady and
Shaffer were, but it wasn’t in the
cards.” .

Squaring his shoulders, the. under-
sized gangster claimed that he was not

the least bit sorry at all.

“And if I could get out of this jail
house again, I’d do the same thing
over.” He slammed his fist down on
his bare bunk.

‘ Death, he said, had no terrors for

im.

“T’ve seen a lot of people die, and
I’m not scared of passin’,” he told
police. “But I’d sooner face a firing
squad. A guy who lives by the gun
likes to die by the gun, I guess, just
like a- soldier.

“Electrocution probably’ll be my
end. I’m glad they ain’t hangin’ guys
back in Indiana any more. Between
the two, my choice is the chair; I guess
I can take it easier sittin’ down.”

It was decided to try Dalhover for
the murder of State Policeman Minne-
man. He was taken back to Indiana
by plane. Since the killing occurred
while Dalhover was fleeing after the
robbery of a Federal bank in Good-

Read

land, Indiana, the offense comes un-
der the recently enacted Federal stat-
utes, which authorize trial in a Fed-
eral court and possible infliction of the
death penalty.

With clanking chains on his legs and
wrists, the desperado was taken before
Federal Judge Thomas Slick in Ham-
mond. A smile on his lips, the gang-
ster pleaded guilty and the jurist set
December 6 as the date for his trial.

T= Department of Justice has an-

nounced that the Brady Gang inves-
tigation has not been closed. Scores
of persons, including those who har-
bored and otherwise aided the hood-
lums while they were fugitives, will
be prosecuted. Dalhover’s voluminous
confession implicates them and several
underworld figures who took part in
some of the band’s smaller jobs.

THE END

It First in

Riddle of the Silent Death (Continued from Page 28) OFFICIAL DETECTIVE STORIES

had been nearly exhausted from the
shotgun, Compton reached for his
revolver. Suddenly he realized that
the man lying on the pavement also
was firing at him. Cross fire!

Then Compton saw a truck ap-
proaching on the highway. Since his
ammunition was nearly gone, Compton
turned and ran toward the truck,
which was slowing down.

The smaller bandit continued send-
ing bullets. whining after Compton.
Several pierced his clothing. He was
hit in the arm.

Dragging his wounded companion
into the police machine, the smaller
gunman threw it into gear and sped
away.

The truck driver, J. H. Miller, of
Seattle, leaped from his machine to
aid the staggering Deputy Sheriff.
Blood streamed from Compton’s head
wounds,

u [= ALL right. Help my partner,”
Jim gasped. .

A quick examination revealed that
Riv Jackson had been killed.

“Listen,” Compton ordered. “Get
to a phone and call South Bend po-
lice. Tell them Deputy Jackson has
been killed and which way the ban-
dits went in the county car.”

Miller put Compton in his truck.
Driving furiously, he took the wound-
ed Deputy toward St. Helen’s hospi-
tal at Chehalis. As they approached
the first farmhouse Compton asked
Miller to stop and give the alarm.
Then he asked a favor.

“My partner’s wife is matron at the
county jail. She always answers the

phone. When you call her, don’t tell |

her Riv’s been shot. Instead, say
there’s been a bad accident at the foot
of the Meskill Hill and to get an am-
bulance right away.”

“I get you,” the truck driver re-
plied. He followed Compton’s instruc-
tions to the letter, then hurried him to
the hospital.

Still thinking it an auto accident,
Mrs. Jackson phoned me at my Cen-
tralia home, four miles away.

“What ambulance shall I call?” she
asked.

“Riv and Jim are out on the rob-
bery case,” she told me.

“Tl be right out,” I replied. “Call
Mortimer Sticklin,” I suggested, “and
Doctor L. H. Pettit.”

A short while later a deputy from
a near-by town phoned Mrs. Jackson.
He asked, “What’s this I hear about
Riv being shot?”

It was the first she had heard of it.

The shooting alarm had been flashed
over the radio network which blankets
western Washington, with descrip-
tions of the bandits and the license
number of the stolen Lewis County
car.

Grim-faced officers at once were
patrolling roads and highways in Long-
view, Tacoma, Seattle, Vancouver,
Kelso, Hoquiam, Olympia and Aber-
deen as well as in our nearer cities and
towns. The hunt was on.

Inspector Ed Willson and a squad
of the Washington State Patrol raced
toward the Meskill Hill section. Ac-
tion had been so swift it seemed al-
most impossible that the murderers
could have gotten through Chehalis
before the roads were blocked.

Soon word came in that a farmer
had heard a car roar by his farm-
house on the Adna road, which cuts off
from the highway between Meskill
Hill and Chehalis. The car was traced
through the town of Adna. It was
the stolen police machine.

Meanwhile, back at Chehalis, exam-
ination revealed that the strange,
silent gun used by the murderous
bandits had left no rifling marks on
the bullets. None of the veteran offi-
cers ever had seen a bullet before
which seemed to break into so many
fragments when it struck.

Riv Jackson had been killed instant-
ly. Jim Compton had been struck in
the head. ‘Pieces of the bullet had
clung to the seared flesh of his scalp
near his left eye.

Action had been so swift and des-
perate Compton had not had time to
get a good description of the strange
‘weapon.

Several hundred deputies and other
peace officers and civilians had joined
in the big search for the fleeing men.
State patrolmen concentrated along
the roads beyond Adna where the
speeding car was believed to have
gone.

Then the call came in. The Lewis
County car had been found. It was
wrecked on a small side road beyond
Adna. The men were gone.

The pair, apparently not familiar
with the back country, had taken a
blind road. When they were unable
to get through, at a desperate, blind-
ing speed they had doubled back.
Coming down over a hill beyond Adna
the bullet-riddled car had gone out of
control and crashed, rolling over sev-

‘eral times. It was a useless wreck.

We wondered the two had not been
killed there.

Blood found on the front seat as
well as the back indicated to us that
probably the smaller bandit also had
been injured, perhaps shot in the gun
battle. It was possible the other ban-
dit might be found dead.

A FAINT trail of blood spots led along
the road a short distance from the
Claquato Cemetery, then up to a
barbed-wire fence. Here the trail in-
dicated the two had crawled under the
fence. Beyond, in the brushy, wooded
section, the blood trail was lost.

It was a country in which despera-
does easily could hide for days. Sec-
ond-growth timber and heavy stumps
made going difficult.

A bloodhound was ordered rushed
down from Seattle, as officers or-
ganized into groups and_ scoured
through the rugged country. New ar-
rivals constantly swelled the group of
determined men. Private citizens
volunteered by the scores. It was one

of the biggest manhunts in recent years
in Washington,

Officials from the Washington State
Patrol had speeded to the point where
the wrecked police car had been
found. Among them were Special In-
vestigator Joseph MacCauley, veteran
detective, and Edward Moody, identifi-
cation expert. They at once took
charge of the wrecked car, dusting it
carefully with powders in an attempt
to take finger-prints which might aid
in solving identity of the killers.

They were especially interested in
the strange weapon found in the coun-
ty car, left there by the killers.

The mystery gun was made from a
sawed-off, single-shot, .22 caliber rifle
barrel. A crude silencer was fastened

over the end of the barrel. The sights -

had been fitted over the gas chamber
silencer. The inner bore of the weapon
was machined to a glossy smoothness.

On the front of the rifle barrel prop-
er was fitted a slightly smaller cham-
ber through which the discharged lead
bullet would be forced, slicing off
what would be the normal rifling and
causing the deadly pellet to break and
scatter on contact with any subject.
The stock had been removed from
the foot-long weapon, which resem-
bled an oversized revolver more than
anything else.

Without rifling on the discharged
bullet -it would be impossible for a
ballistics expert to prove in any court
that it had been fired from a specific
gun. The death weapon had been
fashioned with diabolical ingenuity.

Silent death, indeed. A pursuer
could be dropped with the contrivance
in the hands of a deadly marksman,
without anyone near-by being the
bres unless he actually saw the victim
a

Deputy Sheriff James McBride of
King County, at Seattle, finally ar-
rived with a bloodhound. The highly
trained dog was given a scent from
clothes left in the abandoned car by
the fleeing men. He led the posse
down the road from the car, up to the
barbed-wire fence where the blood-
stains had been found, then off at full-
throated bay across the rough low-
lands through the thick trees and un-
dergrowth. Deputies were put to it to
keep up with the leashed animal.

With several deputies I had hastened
to the scene of the gun battle, after
learning as much as possible of the
events from Jim Compton.

We searched the old car abandoned
at the foot of Meskill Hill, and found
a pair of coveralls, some black cloth
which apparently was intended for
making masks, and a dark brown cap.
In a pocket of the coveralls was a
partially used roll of adhesive tape,
undoubtedly used in binding Mrs.
Cartier. Under the back seat were
found a number of letters and papers,
Postal Savings checks of $500, five $20
bills and approximately $20 in nickels
and dimes.

The letters had been addressed to
two men, Walter Seelert and Claude

Ryan, both of Tacoma. This and the
fact that the car had been registered
to Seelert was flashed to Tacoma po-
lice with the request to pick them up
for questioning. There was, of course,
the possibility the car had been stolen
from Seelert, the registered owner.

Events moved rapidly. From Cap-
tain of Detectives Cliff Osborne at
Tacoma, came the information that
Seelert, who was known to police
there as Pinky Mason, was an ex-
convict. A punch-drunk ex-fighter,
who had absorbed so many heavy
blows in the ring, he was liable to do
anything. Seelert had served time in
Walla Walla for a robbery.

Ryan also was an ex-convict from
Walla Walla who served his sentence
at the same time as Seelert, on a
manslaughter charge. A Northern
Pacific Railroad special officer had
been found murdered in the Tacoma”
railroad yards. Days later Ryan had
been jailed with a companion, Roy
Stark. Evidence at the trial had
proved that Ryan had slugged the
officer with a blackjack while Stark
held him. A cold-blooded killing.

T= jury had been undecided about

the degree of guilt, and apparently
believed the story of the killers that
they hadn’t known they were battling
with an officer. Ryan received only
five years; Stark a 30-month sentence.
Ryan had been released after serving
three years.

Photographs of Ryan and Seelert
were rushed to Mrs. Cartier. She
readily identified them as the pair who
had taped and robbed her, leaving her
bound and gagged. Deputy Sheriff
Compton also identified the pictures of .
the desperate pair. Now that we had
identified the men positively, the case
seemed easier. Every peace officer in
the State of Washington knew within
the hour who we wanted and what
they looked like. Every little village
and hamlet constable was on the look-
out. Murder warrants were issued
April 8.

We felt an arrest would be but a
matter of hours, but we were wrong.
Officers had been placed on watch at
Seelert’s old Tacoma address at once.

A letter was intercepted by Chief
William Cole of the Highway Patrol,
who ordered an investigation. The
letter mailed from Portland was signed
“Michael Swenson.” Its contents were
highly interesting. “Swenson” had in-
quired about what he called a “device.”
He asked Seelert to be careful to see
that no finger-prints were left on it
and that the bolt was always wiped
clean.

“We must get that man,” Chief Cole
declared.

He at once teletyped the contents of
the letter to Portland police, including
mention of “Swenson’s” plans to leave
soon aboard a ship for New York.

Captain of Detectives John Keegan
in Portland went into action. A swift
checkup of shipping firms revealed
that a seaman named Michael Swenson

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been found murdered in the Tacoma
railroad yards. Days later Ryan had
been jailed with a companion, Roy
Stark. Evidence at the trial had
proved that Ryan had slugged the
officer with a blackjack while Stark
held him. A cold-blooded killing.

B lang jury had been undecided about

Photographs of Ryan and Seelert
were rushed to Mrs. Cartier. She
readily identified them as the pair who
had taped and robbed her, leaving her

was employed aboard a ship then at
the docks. He was picked up for in-
vestigation the following morning as
he walked aboard.

Days passed. Not a trace had been
found of the ex-convicts. The blood-
hound had followed the trail from the
wrecked car for miles but at last had
lost it on a highway. Perhaps the
gunmen had been given a ride.

T= pext Saturday, shortly before

,_,00n, a one-armed rancher walked

into my office. His name was Ben

Balchunas. Although I had heard him

referred to by his neighbors as a

oun order” detective, his news elec-
us.

The story sounded a bit preposterous,
but then peace officers must be pre-
pared for anything.

Several score of deputies were or-
ganized, and given carefully detailed
plans on how best to close in on the
desperate pair.

We surrounded the ranch house and
buildings at Pe Ell, the little town
fourteen miles from Chehalis. Not a
sign of the men.

Chief Cole and I examined the en-
tire premises carefully. Still no sign

of the killers. was.uncovered. Then
we discovered that Balchunas hadn’t
even been near his ranch that day.
Justice Lee Campbell later fined him
$100 on a charge of obstructing justice.

And the feverish search for the
fugitives continued. Former prison
pals of the two killers were questioned.
Their feminine friends also were
sought and quietly questioned. Sev-
eral of them were watched in other
cities. But no clew of value was un-
covered. .

Then one day Ryan was_reported
seen by a Bucoda resident. Within a
few minutes a restaurant man reported
that Seelert had been in his place and
bought half a dozen sandwiches, pay-
ing for them with a $20 bill. Again
Officers failed to find a trace of either
one. The trail was lost.

Other reports came in from dozens
of scattered cities, but it was not until
Detective Lieutenant William Farrar
answered the phone at Police Head-
quarters in Tacoma, Washington, that
the case began to crack. Farrar was
galvanized into action. He called to-
gether a scant dozen officers who were
available, and they leaped into two
cars; raced away.

A beer tavern seven miles above
the town of Orting was surrounded.
Farrar led officers inside.

There, at gunpoint, they arrested
Claude Ryan. He surrended without a
fight. He was unkempt, unshaven and
half drunk. A pretty waitress had
recognized him -from pictures .pub-

lished in papers throughout Washing-
ton and phoned the tip in to the po-
lice just a week after the robbery.

Ryan denied he knew where See-
lert was. He declared Seelert had
forced him to march at gunpoint for
days through the forest wilderness,
sleeping some nights in abandoned
shacks, even spending one night in a
chicken coop. He said .Seelert was
badly wounded in the head. He
changed his story of the robbery and
shooting several times. Finally in
court he pleaded not guilty. ... .-

Swenson, meanwhile, had been
brought to Chehalis from Portland. He
described making the strange, silent
gun aboard ship in the vessel’s ma-
chineshop. He admitted giving it to
Seelert, an old prison pal, but insisted
he told Seelert not to use it in any
illegal undertaking. Swenson also
claimed he had dissuaded Seelert and
— from attempting a Portland
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fo Xan was tried for murder. On

May 29, Superior Judge George B.
Simpson at Chehalis sentenced him to
be hanged at Walla Walla prison on

. Friday, July 23, 1937. Later an ap-

peal, taken automatically, gained a stay
of execution. :

Search for Seelert continued. Tips
came in from many parts of the coun-
try. Mrs. Jackson went to San Fran-
cisco to pick up a woman wanted on
another case, and while she was there
she checked with San Francisco police,

since. at one time Seelert had made
headquarters there.

Then late in June came another tip
from Denver, Colorado. Two men, one
of them believed to be Seelert, had
been seen there. Early on June 24,
Denver detectives walked into a hotel
room in which the men were living.

One of them began shooting. Six
determined detectives returned the
murderous fire. When the smoke had
cleared, both suspects were dead. Fin-
ger-prints identified them as Walter
Seelert, the hunted man, and C. B.
Wilson.

Swenson, meanwhile, had been held
at the Lewis County jail. Mrs. Jack-
son noticed that he was becoming
more and more obsessed with weird
ideas. Suddenly one night he began
to scream.

“T didn’t do it, Ryan! Get away! I
didn’t do it!”

The crazed man believed Ryan was
accusing him. He kept hearing See-
lert’s voice after he learned that See-
lert had been killed. Seelert also was
“accusing him.”

In fear that he might attempt sui-
cide, Mrs. Jackson was forced to sign
an insanity complaint against him. He
was held in a padded cell eighteen
hours before the hearing. Swenson,
after a careful hearing by alienists,
was committed to the Western State
Hospital for the Insane.

The diabolical mind that conceived
the strange, silent instrument of death
had snapped.

The Crimes upon Chester Harris (Continued from Page 25) opricixt Battciive cronies

Weary and wan, but still hopeful,
his mother made certain the front
door was unlocked. A tiny light
burned at the foot of the stairs.

Then the heavy-hearted parents
seated themselves in their front room
to watch the slow turning of the hands
on the mantel clock.

Midnight! The magic of Christmas
had arrived. Eagerly, anxiously, they
waited, expecting momentarily to hear
the opening of a door, the patter of
little feet down the hall and Chester’s
voice crying, “Mummy! Daddy! I’m
here.”

The gray streaks of approaching
dawn found them numb and nodding
before the cold ashes of the night fire.
The other children already were astir
in their rooms above. ‘Arnold and
Enith Harris found each other’s arms

. and wept...

Te days later the Cambridge po-
lice definitely abandoned the theory
that the boy was alive. Leahy or-

conized 9 new canre Natartivnce

at the boy, who turned with a smoth-
ered scream and fied.

Half a block away, in the very
shadow of Soldiers’ Field, scene of
epochal Harvard football battles, two
chums of the boy were waiting. Mc-
Namara, breathless, came racing up.
One look told them he was no longer
playing.

“Down there,” he blurted. “A
skeleton!”

Patrolmen Alfred R. Goddard and
Alton Pettingall of Brighton were
passing in a cruiser car. The other
boys, William Vickery, sixteen, of No.
339 Putnam Street, and Warren Noble,
eleven, of No. 357 Allston Street,
hailed them.

Soon an astonished group was gath-
ered in the center of the weed-lot.
The officers stooped over and scraped
away the dirt.* There was evidence
that more bones were buried at the
spot.

“This is a case for the Homicide
Squad,” said Goddard.

“They’re Chester’s!” he cried. “I
recognize them by ‘the holes in the
soles. Chester always walked crooked
and wore his shoes out that way.”
Harris was near collapse; he no longer
could live in hope that his boy was
alive.

Officers rushed the shoes to the
Chestnut Street home. Mrs. Harris,
incoherent with grief and at the point
of prostration, revived sufficiently to
identify the tiny oxfords by the knots
in the laces. She had tied them in a
way peculiar to her on the day Chester
disappeared.

A Cambridge shoe clerk, Miss Annie
Hare, next identified the shoes as sold
by her to Harris.

“He asked for two pairs and I
thought this peculiar,” she told police.
“When I asked, he said they were for
twins. I remember them by the pe-
culiar wire stitching in the soles.”

There seemed no doubt that Chester
Harris had been found. But Doctor
Brickley was unprepared to make the

been held captive, his shoes would
have been removed.”

Rodents had gnawed away most of
the clothing and the bones.

“But,” the Doctor said, “the shoes
were found the expected distance away
from the skull. Therefore, it appears
that the whole body was buried in the
grave. The inside of one shoe is clean.
Had it been taken from the child, dirt
would have sifted into it.”

Several skull fractures lent credence
to the theory the child was murdered.

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TRAILING WASHINGTONS

HE ROBBED A WOMAN AND MURDERED AN OFFICER

BY SHERIFF J. A. BLANKENSHIP
Lewis County, Washington
AS TOLD TO FRANK WAIT HANFORD

ARKNESS shrouded the little town of South Bend,
Washington, on the night of April 6th, 1937. Most
of its residents had already retired for the night

but in the Cartier mansion at the top of the hill, a few
lights still gleamed through the curtained windows. Pres-
ently, however, these also were extinguished and night
settled blackly over the town.

‘' To Mrs. Emma Cartier residing alone in the big house
on B Street, slumber came tardily. Never a heavy sleeper,
she had wakefully heard the clock strike three when a

far more sinister sound came to her ears. It suggested a

soft footfall!

Raising her head, she listened intently. It seemed to
come from the maid’s room in the back of the house, and
rising, she made her way down the hall. But the chamber
was empty and she returned to her bed.

Bloodhounds from the King
County sheriff's office being
given the scent from the
bandits’ clothes before start-
ing out on the trail of the
elusive murderers.

Her rest was of short duration. For hardly had she
settled herself than the sounds were repeated. This time
they seemed to come from the front, and alarmed now,
she rose and returned to the hall.

Reaching the light switch she paused. Someone was
in the house, she felt sure. Did she dare turn on the
lights and face this intruder? Or would it be safer to
take refuge in one of the many rooms—hide herself in
the dark?

For a moment she pondered, Then the same courage
which had enabled her to live alone in the big house for
years asserted itself and she pressed the button.

Instantly, as bright lights flooded the hall, she saw her
worst fears realized. For, near the top of the stairs,
crouched two men wearing masks; in the hands of the
nearest a gleaming revolver!

A shrill scream rose to her lips; quickly she turned to
flee. But she was too late. Already, one of the two, a tall,
slim fellow, had seized her, clapped a hand over her
mouth.

“Take it easy,” he rasped, “‘or you're going to get hurt!”
Then dragging the elderly woman back into her room, he
pushed her down on the couch. The other bandit, his gun
held menacingly, followed.

Though trembling inwardly, terrified by the men’s
looks and actions, Mrs. Cartier faced her two captors
bravely. “What do you want?” she demanded.

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exclaimed Captain of Detectives Cliff Os-
borne of Tacoma when Sheriff Blanken-
ship’s informative phone call reached that,
city. “Both are ex-cons and probably are
the slayers of Riv Jackson; they are
dangerous men.”

Taking down the address on the letter
I had found, Captain Osborne dispatched
men to watch this house. He also located
Seelert’s rooming-house and detailed men
to watch that and to shake down the
usual loafing places of the suspects.

Patrolman Edward Moody of — the
Criminal Identifiention Unit, Washington
State Patrol, dusted the car. for prints and
found the marks of both Seclert and Ryan
on the machine,

Thus, although I had not succeeded in
either capturing or killing the slayers,. I
had brought about their identification by
forcing abandonment of the coupé. They
realized it was futile to try an escape in
their old car for I would have soon run
them down in my car, a late model
Chevrolet which, of course, they now had
in their possession. No doubt they hoped

to kill both Jackson and me, thus elimi-'

nating possibility of identifieation, but
their plans had gone wrong.

ALTER SEELERT, alias Pinky

Mason, a punch-drunk ex-prizefighter
and his pal, Claude Ryan, had spent most
of their lives in reformatories and prisons.
Both had served terms in Walla Walla and
in California prisons, and at this time were
out on parole. There seemed little doubt
they were the men we wanted.

The morning hours passed slowly for
me in the hospital, although I was much
cheered by the report that my own wound
would not. prove serious, there being no
fracture. It was not until a few days
later that I learned I had been near death
from another bullet from Ryan’s gun;
this slug had struck my handcuffs, hanging
over my heart, and had dented them so
that I could not open them. It just wasn’t
my time to go.

About 9:30 o’clock Wednesday morning
Sheriff Blankenship learned from the
driver of a milk truck that a Chevrolet
sedan had been wrecked. on-.a side road
near the town of Adna, six miles from the
scene of the battle. The car had turned
over on a curve and smashed into a tele-
phone pole. Investigation “revealed that
this was the car which-the bandits had
stolen after the fight, the car in which Riv
Jackson and I had driven out to meet
them. In it was found Jackson’s gun
which had evidently been taken from his
pocket, holster by Seelert, the dark killer,
as he lay beside my, dead pal on the
paving. totes

A bloodhound, brought from Seattle,
followed the trail from the wrecked car
into the town but there lost it. This
brought Sheriff Blankenship to the con-
clusion that the gunmen might have been
picked up, probably by the driver of the
car with the “A” license which I had seen.

When Thursday and Friday passed with-
out trace of the killers it began to appear
that Scelert and Ryan had managed to
slip through to Tacoma or Seattle. But
along toward noon on Saturday, Sheriff
Blankenship received a caller who had in-
formation that seemed to contradict this
theory. The visitor was Ben Balchunas,
who excitedly told the Sheriff how he had
met two men whom he believed were the
killers.

“T went out to my ranch near Pe EIl
this morning,” he said, “and two men
came out of the barn and wanted to

True Detective Mysteries

| Men in Flowered Masks

(Continued from page 45)

know what I was doing there. I said I
had come out to Jook at some timber.
They said they would look at the timber
and for me to get out. One of the men
had a bandaged head; he was short and
dark. The other was a tall blond and both
were heavily armed.” ' .

Ascertaining the exact location of the
Balchunas ranch ‘and considering. it. in
relation to the abandoned county car,
Sheriff’ Blankenship could understand how
Seelert and Ryan could have reached this
hideout.

Headed by Deputy Sheriff A. 1. Ros-
well, of our force, a posse composed of C.
D. Cook, Corbin Sullivan, . Haywood
Hider and Deputy Hultgren, of Raymond,
drove to the ranch and prepared to search
the buildings. - Deputy. Roswell was com-
ing up at the rear of the house when he

Active in the manhunt were (left to
right) Sergeant George Fisher, In-
spector Ed Willson and Patrolman
Jack Kenney, all members of the
Washington State Patrol

noticed other possemen swinging down the
hill where they could be picked off easily
by anyone inside the building. Without
hesitation, Roswell crashed the door. The
place was empty; the deputy could find
no signs that, the house had been recently

‘inhabited and so informed Sheriff Blanken-

ship.
Convinced that Balchunas had lied, the
Sheriff ordered the man taken to Chehalis,

_ Where he finally admitted he had just

wanted to see his name in the headlines.
For his hoax he drew thirty days in jail
and was fined $100.

Tt was a discouraged and disappointed
Sheriff who stood beside my hospital cot
that night and told me of the Balchunas
fiasco. He told me also of a bank robbery
that day in Tacoma, possibly pulled by
Seelert. and Ryan, in which $3,600—plenty
of money for a quick getaway—had been
taken.

‘Tm going to get up from here at
once,” I told Sheriff Blankenship. “I'll
never rest until those fellows are caught.”

“You stay right where you are,” an-
swered the Sheriff. “There’ll be plenty of

. time when you are feeling better.”

“That’s a promise,” I said, and felt
better.

That night word came from a rancher
near Adna that someone had slept in his
chickenhouse only a mile from where my
car had been wrecked. Then another
rancher, on toward Tacoma, reported his
barn had been occupied, apparently for
two nights. Tt seemed the bandits had
gotten out of our county, at least.

At nine o’clock Sunday night a res-
taurant man in Bucoda, a small town
fifteen miles from Chehalis, sold a pie and
a couple of hamburgers to a short, heavy

man who kept his hat pulled down so that
it covered his left eye.

State Patrol Captain Henry Wentworth

investigated this report and found also
‘that an attempt had been made by a tall.
blond, young man to buy bedding from a
small circus near by. An intense search
was made but the timber back of the
town afforded excellent cover and no
trace of the killers could be picked up
that night.
’ Two days later the next seemingly au-
thentic trace of the fugitives was fur-
nished by the driver of an ice-truck who
suid he had hauled a man answering the
description of Ryan into Tacoma, late
Tuesday afternoon. This was in line with
a report from the town of Rainier, be-
tween Bucoda and Tacoma, that the men
had stopped overnight in that village.
Chief of Police Milt Jastram, of Cen-
tralia, and State Patrolman Chet Spencer
made an investigation in Rainier and
established for a certainty that both Ryan
and Seelert had spent’ Monday night with
families in’ that town.

News. that Ryan had reached Tacoma
threw the hunt squarely in the laps of
officers who knew the killers—it was now
up to the Tacoma police. Lieutenant
William Farrar, of the detective division,
accepled the challenge. We had an ex-
cellent idea as to the identity of the
“Ray” who signed the letter I had found.

Some years before, Claude Ryan and
one Ray Stark had received life terms in
Walla Walla for having beaten to death
John True, special officer of the Northern
Pacific Railway force. Ryan was paroled
after thirty-four months and Stark was
now also at liberty. Farrar believed it
was Ray Stark who had written to Ryan.

Long before Ryan reached Tacoma,
Stark had been contacted both by Tacoma
detectives and state police and had been
told just what would happen to him if he
did not inform the officers in the event
his killer-friend showed up. Stark had
gone straight; he agreed to assist the
officers.

HUS, on Tuesday night, when the re-

port reached Tacoma police that Ryan
was in the city, they became increasingly
vigilant and also quite interested in Ray
Stark’s whereabouts.

Shortly after dark on that evening of
April 18th, there appeared at the home of
Alvin Parrish, a friend of Ray Stark living
near Kapowsin, some miles from Tacoma,
a tall, thin, bewhiskered man whose ‘shoes
were almost worn from his feet; it took
Parrish some moments to realize he was
looking at Claude Ryan whom he had
known for years.

“Hell, Alvin,” Ryan said, “aren’t you
going to let me in?”

Parrish voiced a firm refusal.

Ryan pleaded., He said Sceelert had
killed Jackson and had done all the shoot-
ing; he was innocent and had ‘not even
been a party to the robbery, he insisted.
But Parrish and his wife were adamant
in their refusal. After inquiring. for Ray
Stark, Ryan dejectedly left. Parrish im-
mediately notified Tacoma police. Radio
calls summoned the. State Patrol.

But before the officers could reach
headquarters another call came in. This
time it was from “The Tavern,” on. the
highway between Tacoma and the town
of Orting. It was a place where Ray
Stark loafed; the girl at the bar had been
told to watch for Ryan and when he came
in she managed a phone call.

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looking like a bum, drinking beer at the
bar.

An order was given to surround the
place, then Al Farrar stepped through the
doorway, shotgun leveled.

“Put ’em up, Ryan!” commanded the
detective. Slowly the tall desperado
raised his hands above his head. An of-
ficer searched him; he was not armed.

“Where’s Pinky?” asked Farrar, using
Seelert’s fighting name.

“T Jeft him in the woods this morning,”
answered Ryan. “I wish T had killed him.”

In the Tacoma jail Ryan freely told the
story of his escape from the posses. He
denied that he had fired a single shot in
the Meskill Hill battle, but I knew better
than that for I had seen him come out
of that old coupé firing at me; I felt cer-
tain he was merely trying to build up a
defense by blaming Seelert with all the
shooting.

YAN stated that following the shooting

of Jackson, Seelert and he fled in my
car and turned off on the Adna road, going
through the town. They became con-
fused as to which road to take and, after
wrecking the car in their haste, manage
to reach the farmer’s chickenhouse before
the posses assembled; there they lay hid-
den until dark and that night walked
several miles to the barn near Chehalis,
where,they remained hidden for two days.
Hiding by day and traveling by night.
they finally reached Rainier, where they
separated, Ryan riding the ice-wagon to
Tacoma, and thence walking out to
Kapowsin, and to capture.

With the apprehension ‘ of Ryan, the
matter of assembling the evidence against
him became the most_important project.
Prosecuting Attorney James Sereault, his
assistant, Lloyd Dysart, and Sergeant
Joseph MacCauley and Officer Edward
Moody, of the State Patrol, undertook
this work.

Ryan was taken, to South Bend where
Mrs. Cartier identified him as one of the
men who held_ her up—this made it pos-
sible to try him for first degree murder
as a man had been killed in a fight with
culprits fleeing from the commission of
a felony. In this event Ryan did not have
to actually fire the shot which killed
Jackson.

By this time, too, the mystery of the
silent shot which cut down Jackson had

Walter Seelert

True Detective Mysteries

been solved, when state officers examined
as queer a contraption as a killer ever
used; they had recovered it from bencath
the seat of the abandoned coupé which
the killers had driven to South Bend and
thence to Meskill Hill.

I suppose the thing would be called a
pistol. It was without stock or trigger-
guard and was more than a foot long.
It had been made from a cut-down .22
caliber Winchester rifle. Over the end
of the barrel a skilfully machined, home-
made __ silencer, constructed from brass
tubing, had been fitted. It was most
effective as I knew from the faintness of
the report when Jackson went down. The
gun had no handle and that accounted
for the two hands I had seen coming
up behind the back of Ryan, the driver.

One of Sergeant MacCauley’s first
moves had been to search Seclert’s room in
Tacoma and there he found a letter from
a man who signed himself Michael Swen-
son. ‘The letter concerned itself almost
entirely with what the writer termed a
“device.” Seelert was cautioned to see
that there were no fingerprints anywhere
on the “device.” He was also told to be
careful and not get into trouble. © Mac-
Cauley believed the “device” referred to
was the murder gun.

The letter also contained the informa-
tion that the writer was about to board
a boat in Portland, Oregon, for the Mast

Coast. That night, Captain of Detectives
Jack Keegan, acting on information tele-
typed to him by Chief William Cole, ar-
rested Swenson just as he was about to
sail. Swenson admitted he had made the
strange gun for Walter Seelert but had a
perfect alibi for the night of the murder.
He had made the gun in the machine shop
aboard ship. He was taken to Chehalis
and held as a material witness.

Claude Ryan was brought to trial dur-
ing the third week of May, 1937, and the
pick-up of Swenson proved an important
bit of evidence, as did the preservation of
footprints found outside the Cartier home
in South Bend—plaster casts had been
made of these and were found to fit
Ryan’s shoes.

Prosecutor Sereault, and Assistant Dysart
built, a cleverly connected case; Ryan was
ubly represented by Attorney Warren
Hardy of Seattle. Jurors, who brought
in a verdict of guilty, with the death
penalty attached, afterward said they_were
greatly influenced by the fact that Ryan
had. once had leniency on a murder
charge but had repeated. They saw no
reason to be merciful. I felt the sentence
was just.

But even after so many weeks Secelert
was still at large, although Sergeant Mac-
Cauley had picked up his trail and fol-
lowed it as far east as Wyoming before
it was lost. More days and weeks went
by and then, on the mght of June 24th. a
strange telephone call reached Jailer C. D.
Cook, in our department.

“Ts there a reward for Walter Seclert?”
asked a man who identified himself as
Tarl Adams. and who said he was calling
from Denver.

Upon being informed by Cook that. the
county commissioners had offered $100 for
Seelert’s capture, or news which led to his
capture, Adams hung up.

Sometime after midnight, Adams showed
up at Denver Police Headquarters and
talked with Acting Captain of Detectives
Joseph Duffy.

“T know where a man named Walter
Seelert is hiding out,” sid Adams. “He's
wanted for murder in the State of Wush-
ington and he’s got enough nitro-glycerine
in his room to blow up the town.”

The place designated by Adams was
1007 Fourteenth Street, a rooming-house.

Sheriff Blankenship, who aided his
men in trailing the killers

Adams pointed out Seelert’s room on the
corner rear of the ground floor and also
stated that another man was rooming
with the desperado. Seelert had gone to
work in a local foundry; he was using the
name Ira Tate.

Thinking it would be dangerous to raid
the house because of the nitro which
Seelert was supposed to have, Captain
Duffy had a watch set on the house hoping
to take Seelert when he came out. At six
o’clock in the morning Detectives Watson.
Cole, Bennets, Madigan and Miller took
up positions commanding the front, rear
and side of the room in which Seelert was
supposed to be. Another hour went by
and there was no movement in the room.
Madigan sneaked into the hallway and
put his ear to the door; he could hear the
snores of two men inside,

OW Bennets, Miller, Madigan and
Watson quietly assembled outside the
door, then crashed) their shoulders against
it. The lock gave way but the door did
not swing open; a chair had been braced
beneath the knob. Again the shoulders
hit. the door and this time it, came open.
But Scelert had) been warned; he had
been sleeping with a gun in his hand, a
piece of gunny-sack wrapped about his
hand and wrist to keep the weapon from
being released. There was a flash and a
roar. Madigan returned the fire, his
bullet striking the gun hand of the killer.
The other officers fired. Seelert sank into
the covers; he had reached the end of a
punch-drunk Grail ; the knockout this time
was final.

Even though his partner was out, the
other man in the room, afterward identi-
fied as C. B. Wilson, an ex-convict, reached
under his pillow for a gun. Bullets from
the officers’ weapons killed him instantly.

Fingerprints of Scclert were forwarded
to the State of Washington and were
found by Identification Unit Expert
Moody to be those of Jackson’s murderer.
It was welcome news; the State was saved
much expense by the straight shooting of
the Denver officers.

I helped to deliver Claude Ryan to the
Walla Walla Penitentiary, where some-
time in the not distant, future they will
build a gallows and he, too, will pay the
penalty for assisting in the murder of as
brave a man as ever lived.

Unquestionably I am lucky to be alive
io write this story.

| it bore an “A” license,
‘ounty in which Seattle is
license, which identified it
vhich Tacoma, the second

said to Riv. He drew a
wket and began to write.
st two numbers when I
seconds before
. ihey were traveling
nilled up side by side in
too, saw we would soon
. the paper on which he
so I thought, he picked
, slipped a shell into the
, between us on the seat.
“he coupé. I gave a blast
‘r to the side of the road,
‘own the road. Instantly
rying to draw us into a
behind us and we would
‘n we were in for a fight.
rears into neutral.
th picking up the shotgun,
vt out of the car a split
one foot on the ground,
T saw a pair of. hands,
sack of the tall man who
tiv had taken about two
ids at the same instant I

in.

1ere wads no explosion and
uder than-a dull clap of
ag backward on the pave-
-he coupé, which were not

-handed. With my right
gun to my shoulder, when
a.crash on the right side
‘sa couple of steps. The
ng. ;
m my eyes I saw another
us. Again I brought the
dived for cover on the
t the squat, heavy, dark-
brought Jackson down.
partner was dead.
illed, but the answer was
icked my. left leg.

e Men in Flowered Masks—The Battle at Meskill Hill
.38 caliber Smith and Wesson special from the seat and a

|. I knew that I had hit the heavy man who came out of
~ the car last and I got a glimpse of him hiding behind the
> outstretched form of my partner, on the pavement. I could
* have riddled him then, but it meant firing into Riv’s body,
and I just couldn’t do that, even to protect myself from pos-
» able death.

For several minutes I played a game of hide-and-seek with
the killers, while they fired into the body of the car. I had
the shotgun in one hand and my revolver in the other, as I
shoot a small arm naturally. A bullet seared the flesh be-
peath my left arm-pit and still another whistled by my head.
Finally I had exhausted all the shells in my pistol. I did not
cick the hammer on an empty chamber for I did not want
them to know that the gun was empty. I knew, too, that
I had but one shell left in the shotgun; I decided upon a
bold front.

“Let's cut this out, buddy,” I called to the slim bandit.

“If I do you'll kill me,” he answered and I knew he would
mow me down if he could, just as his partner had killed
Jackson; I started to retreat to reload.

A truck had approached while the fight was in progress and
I motioned to the driver to back up, following him as he
reversed the gears, keeping the shotgun ready for action.
The tall bandit fired again; then, grabbing his heavier ac-
complice by the coat collar, he half dragged him into the
front seat of the county car. The motor was still running

and my car instantly faded away toward Chehalis.

It was not until then that I became conscious of a severe
pain in my leg. I pulled up the trouser leg and found not a

- sgn of a wound but nevertheless I could hardly walk; later
a Supe that I had burst a blood-vessel in the limb during
; ght.

_] BEGAN to wonder just how long I could stay on my feet,
+4 for blood was pouring from the wound in my head. I
. put my hand up and felt a long furrow from just above my
_. eye to the back of my ear. The bullet had taken out a piece
~ of my skull but I was sure it had not penetrated or I
_ wouldn’t have been feeling my head. A quarter of an inch
«turn of the head either way would have spelled instant death
for me; I had had a narrow and lucky escape.
* The truck which had approached near the end of the battle
was driven by J. H. Miller, of the Northwest Film Service.
© Pressing him into duty, I told him to go to the Payette
| Service Station and call the county jail where Mrs. Jackson
acted as matron. I had presence of mind enough to instruct
Miller to tell my dead friend’s wife to call the Sheriff and
--an ambulance and to-only say there had been a bad accident.

® Ashe drove away I took a pair of overalls from the bandit

» ear and placed the folded garment under Riv’s head.
While securing the overalls I picked up also an empty

Deputy Sheriff James D. Compton (left), the
d author, pays glowing tribute to Deputy Riv Jack-
gs. son (right), who was shot down by the bandits

box of loot from the bottom of the car. I examined the box
just enough to see that it contained stock certificates, clipped
coupons, jewelry and money. I surmised this was what had
been stolen in the South Bend robbery. On the floor of the
car I found a letter which I also stuffed into my pocket.

It was hard to think of anything save my friend there on
the pavement, but I slipped these things into my pocket,
realizing and fearing that I might drop from loss of blood at
any time. I feared the bandits might return for their loot;
I was prepared to give them a warm reception, unless I
passed out.

Finally a farmer named Wyatt came down to the railroad
track beside the road; I yelled to him to come over and help
me. About this time William Meyers, driver of a circulation
truck for a Portland newspaper, appeared; then Miller re-
turned from telephoning. I handed Meyers my shotgun and
told him to guard everything and, in Miller’s truck, I started
for Chehalis. We met Sheriff Blankenship on the way out
but did not pause. Weak from loss of blood I was placed in
bed at the hospital. For the moment I was out of commis-
ri we I knew the case was in the capable hands of the

eriff.

When Sheriff Blankenship reached the scene of the battle
he knew only that a man was apparently dead on the con-
crete until, leaning over, he recognized the still features of
his friend and subordinate, Riv Jackson.

The Sheriff picked up eleven fired small caliber shells and
four shotgun shells from the paving. He found a box of
38 caliber shells in the bandit car. Taking the number of
the coupé, he hastened to the Payette Service Station and
called the Centralia police; by short wave radio, news of the

- murder was broadcast throughout Southwestern Washington.

Blankenship contacted Sheriff J. H. O’Brien in Kelso, di-
rectly to the South, by telephone, hoping to cut off escape in
that direction.

From Olympia, Sheriff Lawrence Huntamer’s deputies,
Chief John Walker’s city police and a squad of Washington
State Patrolmen, under command of Sergeant George Fisher,
hastened to Chehalis; in an hour nearly 100 officers had
assembled.

Meanwhile the killers had evidently made good use of their
time and had effected a getaway. An examination of the
abandoned coupé failed to reveal any fingerprints, but a
check-up of the license plates by the State Patrol, through
their Olympia office, showed that the car was the property of
one Walter Seelert, of Tacoma.

An examination of the letter which I had found in the car
showed it had been addressed to one Claude Ryan, in Tacoma;
it was signed either “Ray” or “Roy.”

“T’ll say 1 know those fellows!” (Continued on page 96)

Widow of the slain deputy, Mrs. Jackson
(above) is pictured at the county jail where,
as matron, she booked one of the men °
whose murderous guns slew her husband |

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The loot and firearms recovered from
the peculiar gun above the coins w

(Identification Unit, Washington State

target practice.
Patrol photo.)

men who were coming
along the hallway.
“You get out of here!” she ordered, an
imposing figure in a long, white nightgown,
framed in the doorway of the room,

“Keep your mouth closed, old lady,” spat out a lean, scrawny
young man, as he approached her, “and you won’t be hurt.
Get back into the room.”

Just behind the tall youth stood a dark, squat figure, not
more than five feet, seven inches in height; a man in his
late thirties, weighing probably 200 pounds; his face was all
out of shape, bearing the undeniable marks of many lost
battles in the prize ring.

“Yeah, just keep still, maw, and answer a few questions
and you won’t be hurt,” he put in. “Just keep quiet and tell
us what we want to know and you will be okay. We wouldn’t
hurt a lady.”

Mrs. Cartier, having lived alone in the great white mansion
on the hillside in South Bend, Washington, since the death
of her rich, pioneer-timber-baron husband many years pre-
vious had become inured to fear of loneliness. She had
expected that some day she might be robbed, and had pre-
pared against the eventuality by keeping most of her secur-
ities in a Seattle bank, although she usually had much money
hidden about the house; she backed into the room and
crawled into bed again.

“Now, mother,” began the tall, blond youth, “just tell us
where you put that money you got when you clipped your
coupons in Seattle a couple of weeks ago.”

“T haven't any money here,” answered Mrs. Cartier.

the cars used by the killers. Note
hich snuffed out the life of Deputy
Sheriff Riv Jackson. Also the bullet holes in the magazine, used for

AMERICAN DETECTIVE

when you clipped those coups and you’ve got some stocks
and bonds here. Be a good girl, maw, and hand them over;

we wouldn’t like to hurt you.”

Mrs. Cartier insisted that she had no money in the ‘house, |
and finally, deciding that the old lady was not going to reveal ™
the hiding place of her wealth, the two men proceeded in
another manner. Taking a roll of tape from his pocket, the —

tall man bade his partner pinion Mrs, Cartier’s limbs, then

he bound her ankles and wrists with the tape, ‘and placed a *

gag in her mouth,

As she lay listening to the pair ransacking the house,

realizing that they would probably find about $3,000 in
securities and money she had hidden in a fruit jar, Mrs.
Cartier began to wonder how they had acquired a knowledge
of her wealth. And since she had been awake most of the
night, she also tried to fathom the mystery of their entrance
into the house. It occurred to her that the robber pair had
unquestionably had a very close and definite knowledge both
of her movements and the place where she hid her key to
the outside door, for she was certain no entrance had been
forced or she would have heard the noise.

For two hours the men remained in the house, turning
everything out of the drawers and completely searching the

place; at last they returned to the bedroom and stood over:

her again. :
“Three weeks work just for this,” lamented the darker

of the two villains. “Well, maw, we got to be going. I still
think you held out on us, but if we find you did, we won't
be so gentle next time.”

“Shut up,” barked the blond youth. “If there had _ been
anything else here, we would have found it. Sorry to do this,
mother, but we need a couple of hours to get out of town.”

“Oh yes you have,” »
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visaged thug. “We been working on |
this job for three weeks. You got about $300 -

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“Punch drunk, walking on his heels, a “Killer who wears
the marks of ‘his trade. on his face, starts a fight he

can't finish

, “Tacoma officers resolve that this :

slayer will take the count

HE thirteen-room house was as silent as a tomb; alone

in an upper bedroom 65-year-old Mrs. Emma Cartier

lay staring into the darkness of the chamber; it was

almost three o'clock on the’ morning of April 7th,

1937. The old lady |.::! spent a sleepless night; dawn would
be a welcome reliei

Slowly the minutes «:acged by; not a single sound broke

the stillness of the morning hours. It was so quiet that Mrs.

Cartier could almost hear the beating of the surf on the

Pacific Ocean beaches at the mouth of Shoalwater Bay. Be-
hind the timbered hills the deep darkness that preceded the
dawn settled like a cloak over the landscape.

And then, like a crawling serpent, a thin stream of light
crept across the ceiling and brought the elderly woman bolt
upright in her bed. The stairs began to creak: someone
with a small flashlight was ascending them; had, in fact,
almost reached the top step.

Serambling from her bed, Mrs. Cartier bravely faced two

sO oy,

Sheriff J. A. Blankenship, left, and

Deputy Sheriff Jim Compton, in front
of courthouse.

Where police
car was found
wrecked. Chief of Police
John Walker, hands. in pocket in
center of picture talking with tall man in uni-
form, Inspector Ed Willson; next to him in uniform, Sergeant
George Fisher. :

swiftly they descended the stairs and Mrs. Cartier
heard the back door close behind them; then a car
started up from down the street a short way and the
old lady was left alone in her bonds. Now she began
to struggle frantically and managed to roll from the
bed to the floor.

Across the room, on an end table, Mrs. Cartier knew
there was a pair of scissors; she felt that if she could
reach these, she might manage to free herself. At last,
edging across the floor inch by inch, she reached the
stand and bumped it over; the shears fell near at hand.

And finality, in true movie style, Mrs. Cartier man-
aged to get the scissors behind her and opened in such
a way that she could saw up and down until she had
freed her hands and then she removed the bonds from
her ankles, pulled out the gag and tremblingly reached
the telephone. '

Frantically she jingled the hook up and down for
some moments before she realized the wire was dead.
Throwing on a cloak, she left the house and went to
the home of Dr. W. A. Bammert, and told him what
had happened. He immediately notified Sheriff Roy

Tresize, and he in turn notified the sheriffs of the
adjoining counties.

So, long before the bandit pair had expected the
alarm to be sounded, it had gone over the wires to all
the officers in southwestern Washington, and the roads
were being closed against them in the event that they
had fled the Willipa Harbor country. Three separate
courses lay open to them, any one of which they might
choose, Thirty miles north they could come out on
Grays Harbor; fifty-five miles east, using the Ocean

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FINISH FIGHT 57

Then he strengthened the bonds on the old A slight noise barely louder
lady’s wrists and ankles, examined the gag, ‘ than an airgun would d
dropped the key which she had felt sure make, broke the still-
_was so well hidden that no one could ness of the night

have found it without knowledge of and Deputy |!
its hiding place, and started down Sheriff Riv
the stairs. Jackson,

m Mrs. Cartier started to wiggle below, i)
be in an effort to free her bonds; fell to |
; ‘shortly she heard the men re- the pave-

turning ; now she experienced ment,

real fear. Had they re-
turned to silence her? The
blond man approached her
bed; he had a quilt in his
hand,

“You may be here
quite awhile,” he said,
“and it’s getting cold.
Thought you might need
some more cover. So
long.”

Then they were gone;

Bloodhound taking the trail
with Deputy James McBride
letting him scent the clothes
of one of the suspects., Rear:
Patrolman Lou Greer in uniform,
Detective Joseph MacCauley to
his right and Sheriff Blankenship
in middle of road,

ves you have,”
the dark-
‘n working on
ot about $300
‘ot some stocks
ind them over ;

y in the ‘house,
going to reveal
1 proceeded in
his pocket, the
or’s limbs, then
e, and placed a

<ing the house,
bout $3,000 in
fruit jar, Mrs.
-ed a knowledge
ake most of the
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robber pair had
knowledge both
- hid her key to
trance had been

- house, turning
ly searching the
and stood over

‘nted the darker
be going. I still
uu did, we wont

there had been
Sorry to do this.
ret out of town.”

‘ hart
Pe, Be PELL

nickname, especially among cons. Al-

though it looked like another wild -

goose chase, Farrar sent his aides out
to pick up Seelert for questioning.
They came back, however, with the
discouraging report that their quarry
hadn’t been seen in Tacoma for sev-
eral days.

Next morning at roll call the lieu-
tenant told the entire detective
bureau: “Find out where Seelert is!
He’s the only possibility and we’ve got
to find him.”

His persistence paid off, for that
afternoon one of the detectives es-
corted a flashy-dressed, sheiky youth
into Farrar’s office.

“This guy knows something about
Seelert,” the dick declared.

“T ain't no stool, see?” the youth
began. “But Seelert is a rat and I’d
like to see him get the works. I know
he was mixed up in that South Bend
job.”

The lieutenant beamed. This was
the first solid lead in the seemingly
clueless casc.

“How do you know he was in on
that deal?” Farrar demanded.

The informant smiled dryly. “I
know a lot of things,” he retorted.
“But this is the first time I ever told
the cops anything.”

“You sure hate that guy,” Farrar
observed. “He must’ve stolen your
gal or something.”

“That's just it,” the youth snapped.
“And I told him I'd get even with
him if it was the last thing IT ever
did.”

“We’re not interested in your per-
sonal affairs,” the official remarked
impatiently. “Where do we find Sec-
lert?”

of hee youth shook-his head. “I ain’t
got the slightest idea. I don’t think
he come back here after the South
Bend caper ”

Farrar pondered a moment, then
continued: “Who would be likely to
team up with Seelert for that rob-
bery?”

“Damn if I know,” the informant
shrugged. “That’s up to you guys to
find out. I’ve settled my beef with
Seelert and that’s all I’m interested
in.”

He swaggered out of the office and
left the lieutenant and his assistant to
mull over the situation. After a short
discussion, Farrar said: “This punk
may be talking through his hat or he
may be giving us the straight dope.
Anyway, we’ve got to take his word
until we know what the score 1S.

Farrar decided his first move would
be to try to link someone with Seelert,
provided Scelert actually was one of
the fiendish killers., He put in a long-
distance call to the warden of the
state pen at Walla Walla and tersely
told him the facts.

“If Seelert is one of the gunmen,”
he added, “there’s a chance his com-
panion was a prison pal of his. I'd
like to know who he chummed with
up there.”

The warden promised to relay the
information as quickly as possible and
in less than an hour he reported that
Claude Ryan, another Tacoma outlaw,
was the only inmate with whom See-
lert had been close.

This was significant news to Farrar,
for he knew Ryan was a stickup ex-
pert and it would be natural for him
to team up with Seelert in the South
Bend job.

A dragnet for Ryan was launched,
but he, like the other suspect, seemed

CRIME DETECTIVE

to have vanished trom ‘Tacoma With -
out leaving a trace. This further con-
vineed Farrar his hunch was right and
he relayed his belief to Sheriff Blan-
kenship. It was decided to throw out
a general alarm for the two cCxX-Cons
and in a short time police throughout
Washington, Oregon, California, Ida-

ho, Montana and Nevada took up the,

search. “

But the odds were against the cops,
for it was entirely possible the fugi-
tives had put thousands of miles be-
tween themselves and the scene of the
ruthless murder. .

As the days slipped by, the outlook
grew gloomier, but the minions of the
law, instead of relaxing their vigil,
intensified the manhunt, for they
feared the dastardly killers would add
more victims to their list unless they
were captured.

The situation was anything but en-
couraging when one ‘of Lieutenant
Farrar’s men sauntered into a tavern
on the outskirts of Tacoma on the
night of April 12 to make a routine
check

He strolled up to the bar, climbed
onto a stool and ordered a beer. As
he sipped the beverage, he glanced
casually at the dozen or so patrons.
He saw nothing to arouse his interest.

Then suddenly his eyes bugged out
and he almost spilled his drink. Sitting
in a booth at the rear of the place was
aman who fit Claude Ryan’s descrip-
tion to a T!

He was by himself, paying no atten-
tion to the other customers. In fact,
he seemed to be attempting to keep
out of sight

The dick took a photo of Ryan from
his pocket and carefully compared jit
with the man in the booth. He was
sure

The detective hesitated. If he at-
tempted to take the suspect without
help, a gun fight undoubtedly would
ensue and somebody might get killed.
On the other hand, if he went for aid,
the man might flee.

The officer decided to play it safe.
Feigning mild intoxication in order
not to arouse his quarry’s suspicion,
he bounced over to the public tele-
phone booth, fumbled around in his
pocket for a nickel, then deliberately
dropped the coin

Cursing sottly and seemingly having
great difficulty, he picked up the jitney
and disappeared into the booth.

A few minutes later he went back
to his stool at the bar and ordered an-
other drink, not even casting his eyes
on the man in the back booth.

But his nimble hand was ready to
dart to his shoulder holster if the
suspect attempted to leave the tavern.
The man, however, paid no attention
to anyone and made no move to leave.

Fifteen minutes later, three grim-
faced men walked through the front
door, went directly to the booth oc-
cupied by the suspect. Almost simul-
tancously the back door opened and
three other detectives converged on
their quarry

Suddenly he looked up. He jumped
to his feet, automatically reaching for
his hip pocket. But before he could
draw his pistol, seven muzzles were
trained on him and he heard the com-
mand: “Reach for the ceiling, Ryan,
or_ you're a dead pigeon!”

He reached

At Lieutenant Farrar’s office he said
his name was Fred Wheeler, but his
fingerprints gave him away. He was
Claude Ryan. Finally he admitted it.
but disclaimed any knowledge of the

South .Bend crimes to the authorities

“T ain’t scen ‘Pinky’ Seelert for sev
eral weeks,” he declared In answer ti
Farrar’s relentless grilling. “We haa
a beef more than a month ago and |
ain’t even talked to IM, SINCE |

He stuck to his story and, in disgusi
the lieutenant had him locked up on &
technical charge of Vagrancy. The:
he got in touch with Sheriff Blanken
ship at Chehalis

LANKENSHIP arrived jn Tacoma

? bright and early the folowiny
merning. Then, accompanied by Stat
Patrol officers, he took the suspect to
South Bend and put him through thi
same procedure Scott had experienced
in the presence of Mrs. Cartic:

Finally the woman declared: “That:
one of the men. I'l) never forge!
those eyes. And he talks and act:
like him ”

Ryan was transferred to Chehalis
and charged with first-degree murde1
It began to look like the case was
beginning to untangle, but Blanken
ship realized he had plenty of work t
du

First of ali, Seelert must be found
And he had to be definitely linked
with the brutal crimes. So far ther«
was nothing to put the finger on hin
but the word of a cheap crook with i
grudge

The sheriff intensified the hunt fo:
Seelert. Photos of the ex-con were
broadcast throughout the country. Po-
lice in San Francisco and Denver, two
cities Seelert was known to have
visited frequently, were asked to keep
a close watch on places where hi
might seek a hide-out

But the days went by with no trac«
of the fugitive. It began to look lik«
the case had reached a stalemate

Prosecuting Attorney James E. Sa
reault and Sheriff Blankenship went
into a huddle to seek a way out of the
blind alley

After hours of discussion, the sher-
iff said: “Jim, our only chance is te
get a confession from Ryan. Othe:
wise it would be useless to Zo inte
court ”

Next morning the relentiess sherif!
drove to Tacoma and once more en-
listed the aid of Lieutenant. Farrar
and his staff. For days they combed
the underworld, talked with acquain-
tances of both suspects and everybod\
else who might have contacted then,

And finally their dogged efforts
struck pay dirt. The proprietor of i:
cheap waterfront hotel] identified pic
tures of Seelert and Ryan as two men
who had stayed at his establishment
on the night of April 5—-the night be-
fore the South Bend crimes’

This proved Ryan had lied. but th:
officers needed more than that to pin
the job on the two suspects and they
kept on the trail

Blankenship and Farrar decided
their best bet was the stolen coupe the
killers had abandoned at the scene of
the murder. But how could they hope
to tic up Seelert and Ryan to the can
theft without a shred of physical ev.-
dence to work on”

Filling stations were their first linc
of contact. Determined-looking dicks
went from one gas station to anothe
attempting to find someone who hac
seen the two suspects togethe:

After days of fruitless searching
one of the detectives met with success
The proprietor of a station on. the
outskirts of Tacoma gave him the
missing link the entire police buresay
had been so eagerly seekiny

youngs

After looking at pictures of the ex-
cons, the man said: “Yep, those two
fellows came in here in a Nash coupe
‘bout 11 o’clock one night. Got ten
gallons of gas and headed in the direc-
tion of South Bend.”

The dick was jubilant, but he
wanted to be sure. “Could you pos-
sibly figure out what night it was?”
he asked anxiously.

The proprietor pondered a few min-
utés, trying hard to recall more about
the transaction. Then suddenly he
beamed. “By golly, I know when it
was. It was the night Charley Myers
came in with a flat. I can look on
Charley’s account and tell you in a
jiffy.”

He consulted his account book and
reported the date as April 6—the
night of the South Bend robbery!

When Blankenship heard this, he
climbed into his car and raced back

_to Chehalis, convinced he had the key
to the case. He confronted Ryan with
the telltale clues the Tacoma investi-
gation had uncovered and advised him
to admit his part in the crimes and
hope for a break at the hands of a
jury.

Realizing he was caught in a web
of evidence which could not be pene-
trated, the calloused gunman finally
agreed to make a statement. A stenog-
rapher and witnesses were called.

Ryan admitted he and Seelert had
broken into the home of Mrs. Cartier
to execute the “perfect” robbery. He
said they had been informed by a
sailor who they met in a Tacoma bar
that the elderly woman kept a large

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DETECTIVE

“He’s the tellow who was in the
car with the girl,” Curry nodded. “He
was hurt too.”

“Oh, no!” she cried out. ‘“He—he’s
not—killed?”

“We don’t know yet,” he said, gazing
at her curiously. “He was still alive
when they took him to the hospital.
But he had a pretty bad wound in his
head.”

There was a silence and then Mrs.
Hammill murmured, “It’s a shame.
He was such a fine fellow. And Ger-
aldine was nice, too.”

“Mmmm, yes,” Curry murmured,
rubbing his chin. “Tell me, Mrs.
Hammill—have you any idea what the
relationship between them was?”

There was another long, awkward
pause. “Well, I can’t say I really know,
officer. But Ive seen them together
pretty regularly for the past seven

months, I’d say. And I heard they, |

just got engaged on Christmas Eve.”

“Tell me, Mrs. Hammill,” Curry :

went on. “Did you by any chance
hear the shots?”

ER forehead furrowed in a frown.
“Shots?” she repeated, then shook
her head. “No. There was one big
racket about half an hour ago. A ter-
rific bang. Could that’ve been it?”
“Sounds like it might’ve. How come
you didn’t report it, Mrs. Hammill?”
“Well,” she said, smiling for -the
first time, “I thought it was the
youngsters playing with firecrackers.”

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amount of cash hidden away in her
house

They cased the job for several days
before stealing the coupe in Tacoma
and setting out to follow through with
their carefully-laid plans.

N an attempt to save his skin, Ryan

declared he had taken part in the
gun battle only because Seelert threat-
ened to kill him if he didn’t join in.
Ryan said he had fired one of the
shots which wounded Compton but
that Seelert had fired the slug which
killed Jackson in cold blood.

The confession removed the last
obstacle in the path of Prosecutor
Sareault. Both Seelert and Ryan were
indicted for first-degree murder and
armed robbery. Ryan was arraigned
on April 30 and pleaded not guilty
to the murder charge.

But the jury found him guilty on
May 22 and recommended the death
penalty. Superior Judge George
Simpson sentenced him to be hanged
on July 23.

On June 18, Ryan’s attorneys filed
a petition for appeal to the State Su-
preme Court and the execution date
automatically was canceled.

Meanwhile, the nation-wide hunt
for Seelert had been fruitless. Then,
on the night of June 24, an alert
detective in Denver, Colorado, spotted
a roughly-dressed man _ answering
Seelert’s description in a cheap res-
taurant

The dick tailed him to a rooming
house, hunted up the nearest telephone
and reported his suspicion to Cap-

tain James E, Childers, Chief of De-
tectives

Childers and five other detective:
entered the rooming house and pro-
ceeded to the suspect’s quarters. At
a signal, two husky dicks lunged at
the door, which crumpled like card-
board, and the officers rushed in with
guns drawn.

There were two men in the room-—
one lying on the bed, the other sit-
ting in a chair reading a magazine.

The man on the bed reached under
the pillow, drew out a pistol and fired.
At the same instant his companion
whipped out an automatic from his
pocket and aimed at the men

But before it could speak, four of
the dicks sprayed hot lead from their
service revolvers and the battle was
over. Both gunmen were dead.
Fortunately, none of the officers had
been hit.

A check of the slain pair revealed
that the one who had fired at the cops
was Seelert. The other was C. B.
Wilson, an ex-con out of South
Dakota.

On November 8, the Washington
State Supreme Court affirmed the
conviction of Ryan and imposed the
death penalty. The killer dropped
through the trap on the gallows at
Walla Walla on February 25, 1938.

The needless murder of a _ police
officer had been avenged. And the
“perfect” robbery had claimed three
lives.

Eviror’s Note: The name Russ Scott
is fictitious to avoid embarrassment to
an innocent person

BLOOD ON HER TROUSSEAU

CONTINUED FROM PAGE 71

Curry studied her features for a
moment. “I see,” he said. ‘Mind if
I take a look around your room?
We’re trying to find the weapon that
killed Miss Graham.”

“Go right ahead and help yourself,”
she told him. “Turn the place inside
out. But I’m sure you won't find what
you’re looking for.”

She was quite right. Ten minutes
of thorough search failed to produce
anything.

As Patrolman Curry was about to
open the door, he paused and asked
Mrs. Hammill where her husband was.
She said he was down at the drug-
store working. “Where he belongs,”
she added with a gleam in her eyes.

“How long’s he been away?”

“Since just before noon,” she said.

“Didn’t he come home for dinner?”

She shook her head.

“He takes his dinner in the drug
store,” she explained.

“There’s just one more thing I’d like
to know, Mrs. Hammill,’ Curry said.
“Does your husband smoke cigars?”

“Why, yes, he does,” she replied.

“Do you know what kind?”

“Perfectly awful ones!” she said,
making a face.

Curry smiled. “I mean, what brand?”

She mentioned a name of a popular
brand of cigar. Tt was the same
name as that on the band around the
half-smoked butt he and Farrer had
found on the stairs.

He thanked her and went on to the

next room. He knocked on the doo
No answer. He knocked again. Again.
no answer. Once more he knocked
and when the door failed to open he
unlocked it with his passkey.

To his surprise, he found the room
was occupied. An elderly man with
a wizened face was standing in the
middle of the room. All he had on
was his long, woolen underwear. He
blinked at Curry and said nothing.

“T’m sorry for busting in like this,”
the officer apologized. “I knocked on
the door several times, but you didn’t
answer.”

“Eh? What's that?” the man shouted
at Curry. ‘“You’ll have to speak
louder. I’m a little deef.”

Curry repeated what he had just
said in a louder voice. The man
nodded and said, “Didn’t hear nothing
Sorry.”

‘Do you mind telling me your
name, mister?” asked Curry.

“What fer?”

Slowly and distinctly, Curry ex-
plained what had happened and about
the investigation. Then he told Curry
his name was Louis H. Koll.

“Who’d you say was hurt?” he de-
manded.

Curry told him. At the mention o!
Buck Hubbard’s name Koll became
even more distressed than Mrs. Ham-
mill had been. “It ain’t truc! It
can’t be! I don’t believe Buck was
hurt.”

“I’m sorry to say he was, and se-

though, and one of my customers hit,
then I got ten per cent of the win-
nings, too.

That’s what most of the small col-
lectors worked for—hope of one of
their clients hitting. At that, your
chances were pretty good—at least
one in ten—for almost all the policy
players played anywhere from six to
twenty numbers a day. Some of them
had three or four pet numbers that
they played constantly, and in com-
bination.

But it wasn’t enough for me. I
just couldn’t wait. What I wanted
was sufficient dough to get into the
banking end of the business, myself.

Then, so I thought, I’d be sitting
pretty. I was smart enough to know
how to play off heavy numbers on
other bankers. And I knew, too, that
it was only safe to stick to the Stock
Exchange figures and to lay off taking
bets on race track totals.

So there I was, scratching along,
making just enough to get by, but
with big ideas. I needed money, more
money than I was making on a per-
centage basis.

There was a way of getting it,
though, providing you had plenty of
nerve and a little luck. I knew I had
the nerve, all right, and I could only
hope about the luck.

_I studied the set-up. ‘In the begin-
ning the accounts Yorke had given
used to average about twenty bucks
a day. I collected them for about a
month, and in all that time only a
couple of small players hit—one for
a penny, and another for a_ nickel.
That meant that, on my accounts
alone, Yorke paid out only six bucks

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DETECTIVE

trace. His pals disclaimed all knowl-
edge of his whereabouts, leaving the
harried cops at a dead end.

Had Scott gone into hiding because
he was one of the phantom killers?
Or was his disappearance only a coin-
cidence? How could the police track
him down and establish his guilt or
innocence?

With grim determination the detec-
tives kept at the task. One lead after
another blew up, but finally they
learned that Scott had been going
with a voluptuous redhead named
Peggy.

They contacted taverns, night .clubs
and other places she was known to
frequent, but she was not to be found.
When the baffled sleuths had just
about made up their minds that Scott
and the girl had “taken a powder”
for parts unknown, they uncovered
the fact that Peggy was working in a
joint on the waterfront.

Their hopes soared when they lo-
cated her and learned she was embit-
tered because Scott had thrown her*
over for another woman.

“All I know is the rat went to
Seattle three days ago to be with his
new babe,” she snapped. “If he’s
mixed up in a beef with the law, I
hope you guys get him and give him
the works.”

She was unable to give them any
further information, but they had his

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one time and thirty bucks another,
no more .than two of my days’ takes
out of thirty.

In the meantime, I had rounded up
quite a list of new customers, whose
play averaged another ten or twelve
bucks a day. I decided not to turn
these new accounts in—to keep the
collection for myself. In other words,
for these new clients I was the banker
instead of Yorke.

The only thing wrong with the idea
was that Yorke had money and I
didn’t. If Yorke were hit for a twenty
or thirty-cent bet, for instance, and
had to pay off anywhere from $120
to $180, or even more, he could do it.
I couldn’t.

But I could take the risk. I could
take it ... and did.

| a! the beginning it worked smooth-
ly enough. I kept playing off about
twenty dollars worth of numbers a
day with Yorke and pocketed the rest.
Any heavy bets, though, I always
played off.

That way I soon found myself lay-
ing aside ten or fifteen dollars a day
clear. Every once in a while when
I handed in my collections, Yorke
would sort of sneer: “Where is all
that extra business you were going to
dig up for me?”

I'd shrug my shoulders and say
something about times being tough.

“Sure,” Yorke would say. “Sure
I know times are tough. That’s when
the policy business is good, when peo-
ple need to turn pennies into dollars.”

I'd pass it off with a laugh.

All the time I kept promising my-
self that I wasn’t going to touch the

extra money I was laying aside for
the day when I could get into the
policy banking business in a solid
way. Then, too, I needed that extra
money for protection, in case one of
those small clients hit and I had to
pay off.

But needing the money and making
promises about saving it was one
thing. Actually doing it was another,
for somehow the money I put aside
never stayed put.

I needed new hats and shoes and
stockings. I needed recreation—the
movies or sometimes a musical com-
edy. I needed so many things.

Most of all, though, I needed com-
mon sense—but I didn’t get that until
it was too late.

Because, in the end, the inevitable
happened. I got hit three days in
succession, and the last time was for
a quarter. That meant $150 to pay
out—about forty dollars more than
I had.

And there was nothing I. could’ do
about it. I couldn’t stall on paying
off—for number players don’t stall
easy. I couldn’t go to Yorke, for he
would just laugh in my face. I
couldn’t do anything but what I did;
pack up and get out of town.

There I was, with a trunk full of
new clothes, and less than a hundred
bucks in cash, on the lam again.

I’m the girl who used to think she
knew all the answers.

Like Toe te used to say, “You
can beat Lady Luck, and she'll like it.
But if you double-cross her, you wind
up behind the eight-ball.”

i ace that’s my number, after all.

oO.

SLAUGHTER RAMPAGE OF THE

TORTURING FIENDS “HP.

complete description and less than 24
hours later Seattle dicks picked him
up in a cheap hotel.

Taken back to Tacoma, he was
quizzed at length, but denied any
knowledge of the South Bend robbery
and murder. His inability to estabish
an alibi for the night of the brutal
crimes, together with his shifty man-
ner and evasive answers, convinced
the detectives he was the man they
were looking for.

Sheriff Blankenship was contacted
on the long distance wire and at his
suggestion Scott was taken by State
Patrolmen to South Bend for an ex-
periment.

Mrs. Cartier was brought to the
office of Sheriff Trezise and the sus-
pect, the lower portion of his face
covered with a handkerchief, was
ushered into the room. Trezise and
Blankenship waited tensely to learn
the woman’s reaction, for her recogni-
tion of Scott would crack the baffling
case wide open.

She studied the features of the

. masked man, asked him questions, in-

structed him to walk around the room,
had him repeat certain words and
phrases. Finally she shook her head.

“He isn’t one of the men who robbed
me,” she declared in a positive man-
ner. “His voice is different from
either of theirs. And his eyes aren’t

the same. I'll never forget those cruel.

eyes! I’ll be able to identify the guilty
ones if I ever see them again.”

There was nothing for the harassed
sheriffs to do but release their only
suspect. It was with a feeling akin
to defeat that they watched Scott,
cursing and threatening, leave the
courthouse.

Blankenship returned to Chehalis,
disappointed that the only lead had
fizzled, but more determined than ever
to break the case. He put in a long-
distance call to Tacoma Police Head-
quarters and went into a huddle with
Detective Lieutenant William Farrar.

At the conclusion of the conversa-
tion, Farrar assigned a squad of his
most able sleuths to continue the
search for the “Pinky” who had par-
ticipated in the brutal carnival of
crime.

Records were thoroughly checked,
underworld haunts combed diligently,
but nothing was uncovered that day.

On the following day, however, the
determined search produced another
lead. The record of Walter Seelert,
who had been granted a parole after
serving the minimum portion of a 5-
to-10-year rap at the Washington
State Penitentiary for armed _ rob-
bery, revealed his nickname as “Pin-

But Lieutenant Farrar didn’t get too
excited over this information, for it
seemed that “Pinky” was a common

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