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with me; so I spoke up and said that
I would like to drive the car myself
and there was no need of sending an
extra man along. Mr. Somers, the
manager, said that he had to have a
licensed chauffeur drive the car be-
cause of the insurance and would also
have to send a salesman along, as the
chauffeur was not authorized to close
the deal.

"T DID not like the idea of having
two men go along and tried to bribe
the chauffeur, with an offer of fifty
dollars, to let me drive the car and not
have the salesman go along; but he was
not able to arrange it. When | saw it
was no use, I went ahead with the deal
just the same, as I wanted the car and
figured that Parks would get away
with it somehow. j
“We drove out to the bank at Kedzie
Avenue and Madison Street, then I

got out and went in the bank as though .

| was drawing money. I came out
shortly and said that it would be neces-
sary to drive to my home on Fulton
Street, to get the balance of the money,
as I did not have enough in the bank
to pay for the car.

We drove to my home, then | got
out and told the men to come in
and | would give them the money.
Daugherty, the salesman, came in, but
Ausmus, the chauffeur, made some ex-
cuse and sat in the car. This upset our
plans, as Parks would have no oppor-
tunity to steal the car as long as the

chauffeur was in it. I got desperate.

then and knew that my only chance
was to overpower Daugherty and tie
him up, then call in the chauffeur and
tie him up, too. This would give
Parks a chance to get away with the
car and I could skip away also.

“T told Daugherty to make out a
cash receipt in full for the car and |
would give him the money. I told
Daugherty that I had the money hid-
den downstairs and was going after it.
] went to the basement and got my
revolver and a pair of handcuffs that |
had hidden, then went to the foot of the
stairs and called to Daugherty:

““Come down here, in the wine cellar
and I will give you a drink.’

“He came down, not suspecting any-
thing, with the receipt in his hand. As
soon as he reached the basement, | put
the gun up to him and ordered him to
turn around. I next ordered him to
put his hands behind his back. As soon
as he obeyed I snapped on the hand-
cuffs, which I had bought some time
before, at an army-goods store. When
| saw that Daugherty was helpless and
while he still had his back to me, I

picked up a baseball bat and knocked.

him down with it. I hit him several
times to make sure that he wouldn't
come to very soon. Then I tied his feet
with rope and threw him in the coal
shed.

“T had to work fast now and get the

chauffeur in. I went to the basement:

<loor, which leads out under the front
steps, to the outside street and called:
“Daugherty wants to see you, come

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(Continued from page 26)

in.’ As he came near, I said, ‘Come in,
I want to give you a drink.

“When he was inside, I put the re-_

volver up to him, like I did to Daugh-
erty and ordered him to turn around
and put his hands behind him. | tied
his hands behind his back with rope,
then hit him with the bat, but not so
hard as Daugherty. When he went
down, I tied his feet and stuffed some
rags in his mouth so that he wouldn’t
make any outcry, if he came to. Then
1 brought the rope, which was tied to
his feet, up to his hands and tied it,
then tied it around his neck and back
to his feet and hands again. I did
this so as to make sure that he wouldn’t
get away. I felt for his pulse, but it
was still. The chauffeur was strangling,
so I knew that he wouldn’t last long.

“Now that I had killed them, I knew
that I would have to wait until dark
to dispose of the bodies, so I left them
in the coal shed and washed off the
blood stains and went outside to the
car. Parks wasn’t around and |
thought that he decided not to go
through with it.

“T wanted to ride around, so I in-
vited Mrs. Ekquist and Mrs. Van
Heusen, who lived upstairs, to go along
and also picked up my mother, who
was visiting a neighbor. ' We drove to
Indiana Harbor, Indiana. After . |
brought the ladies home, I went out
again. I came home late that night
and started making preparations to
dispose of the bodies. [| thought it
would be best to bury them both in
the garage until some time later, when
1 could dig them up again and take
them to another place.

a | GOT a lantern and went into the
garage and started digging in sev-
eral places but found the ground too
hard underneath to make much head-
day. I tried the ground under the old
car and found it easier to work in; so
I ran the car into the other half of
the garage and started to dig. It was
my intention to bury both bodies in
the same hole, but after digging for a
while and seeing how long it took me
to make even a small hole, I decided to
bury Ausmus there and take Daugh-
erty’s body out to the Desplaines River,
Weight it and throw it in.
“After I had a good-sized hole dug,
1 went into the basement and got
Ausmus’ body and carried it out to the
garage. It was about three in the
morning and quite dark. I put the
body in the hole and found it too small
and shallow; the feet stuck up quite
a bit. I. had not dug the hole wide
enough to turn the body sideways, so
in order to take up the least space, |
buried it face down and then jumped
on the body to force it into the hole
as far as possible. I then threw some
dirt over the body and placed a layer
of bricks over that, then filled the hole
and leveled it off. I threw gravel all
over the garage floor to make it all
appear the same.
“IT got the car ready and carried
Daugherty’s body out to it and started

orror that Rocked Chicago

for the river. When I reached the
river, | weighted the body and got
ready to throw it in. A car was com-
ing over the bridge, so | waited for it
to get out of sight, then threw the body
in the river. The weight must have
come loose from the body, in order for
the body to float. I returned home and
the following morning I went out to
the garage and smoothed out the
ground some more so that it would not
look as though it had been disturbed.

“Mr. Somers, of the Packard Com-
pany, came to see me in the morning,
Inquiring about the men. | told him
that I had paid Daugherty cash for the
car and showed him the receipt. I told
him the men must have run off with the
money. | left that morning with my
mother to drive to Adams, Wisconsin.”

All the time that he was relating the
amazing and revolting details of the
murders, the thought kept running
through my mind that it was hard to
believe that a medium-sized man like
himself, would be able to carry a man
of Daugherty’s size, when it was a dead
weight. I spoke to him about it and
he said:

“I will show you. You are about
Daugherty’s weight and size, and if
you will get down on the floor, I will
pick you up.” I looked at Chief Fitz-
morris and remarked:

“We will see whether he can or
not.”

I got down on the floor, stretched
out and relaxed all my muscles, so as
to make myself a dead weight. Church
bent over me and without a great
deal of effort, picked me up and put
me qn his shoulder, then walked around
with me. This made everything clear;
he was only medium-sized in’ stature
but a giant in strength.

When Church came out of the
basement the first time, rubbing
his hands, and spoke to Mrs. Van
Heusen, it was just after he had killed
Daugherty; the second time, it was
after killing Ausmus. What sort of
man was this, who, after just slaught-
ering one man, possessed the amazing
coolness to inquire his neighbor's
opinion of his car; in fact at the very
moment when he was preparing to call
another man in to his death! . That is
one of the unusual complexes so
often found among criminals.

Questioning further, I said to Church,
“How do you account for the pool of
blood on the laundry floor, near the
back door of the basement?”

(CHURCH replied, “When I was ready

to take Daugherty’s body away, |
carried it to the rear of the basement
and propped it up against the wall,
then I went out to the car to get it
ready to put the body in. When I re-
turned, the body had fallen over and
the blood had run out of the mouth.”

“Where did you put the revolvers
that you used to hold up the men?” |
asked.

He said, “In the drawer of a small
stand at the head of the bed in the
basement.”

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So fantastic was the evidence in this blood-chilling murder
mystery that seasoned policemen wanted to pinch themselves!

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Part One

HE FIRST BODY was found by ten-year-old Edward
T Bake of Maywood, Illinois. With another boy, Edward ‘

was playing on the Lake Street bridge that crosses the
Desplaines River at Maywood, western suburb of Chicago.
Suddenly he pointed to something in the river.

“Look!”? he shrilled excitedly. “There goes a dead body!

That’s how they float when they're dead—face down in the
water.” :

The other boy climbed on the rail beside him, and both ‘
stared down at the muddy stream. The gruesome object, un-
questionably the body of a dead man, floated slowly down
the river and passed beneath the bridge.

“We'd better find a policeman,’ decided Edward, and ran
pellmell down the street, his companion pounding after him.
Two blocks away, they found a Maywood police officer and
breathlessly told him what they had seen.

The officer hurried to the bank of the river, untied a canoe
and paddled downstream after the dead man’s body. He drew

SHOWN still attached to one wrist of the slain Bernard
Daugherty, the handcuffs which bound him proved an P i :
important clue in identifying the double slayer. ia it, fastened a rope around its neck and towed it
back to shore.

As he dragged the body from the water, he saw the man had

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been murdered in the most horrible manner. His face was
almost obliterated. His skull was crushed, his throat slit,
his features bruised and battered.

Then he saw something else that made his scalp prickle.
The man’s legs were knotted together with hempen rope and
his wrists were locked behind his back with handcuffs !
Later, when the body was taken to the Maywood morgue
-and a thorough examination was made, more mystifying
things were discovered.

First, it was established that the motive for the murder
was not robbery. In the dead man’s pockets the police found
$27 in cash, a costly gold watch, and other things of negotiable
value.

What then was the motive? Had the man been killed in some
sudden upflare of jealousy? Or was the crime committed by
a homicidal maniac who murdered merely for amusement ?
The condition of the body seemed to support the latter
theory. The fractured skull and broken neck, the blows rained
upon the man’s face, presumably after he was tied and hand-
cuffed and powerless to protect himself, denoted the calculated
torture of a sadistic fiend.

Papers found on the body identified it as that of Bernard
J. Daugherty of 618 Oakdale
Street, Chicago. The Maywood °
police called Chicago police osaste
headquarters, and Lieutenant

John Norton answered the
phone.
“Bernard J. Daughterty?”

Norton repeated. “There are two
men in my office right now ask-
ing about a Bernard J. Daugh-
erty. They say he’s been miss-
ing since yesterday noon. We'll
come out and have a look at the :
body.” 4
Lieutenant Norton and _ his
squad arrived at the Maywood
morgue with two men from the
Packard Motor Sales Company
| of Chicago. a
The Packard men looked at &

the disfigured corpse on the slab, a
j examined the papers found on it

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HIS SKULL CRUSHED, his throat slit, his arms and legs
manacled, Bernard Daugherty (shown) was plainly th

im. of a. killer gripped. jealousy or mad fury.

e saw the man had

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.. “CARL AUSMUS—c powerfully-

-*. built man—had not been heard
from since he left with his sales

ariner to ‘close an. auto detl.

and told the police it was Bern-
ard Daugherty, employed by
their company as a salesman.
Yesterday, they said, he and
Carl Ausmus, another salesman.
had left the Packard sales room
with a customer, who had bought
a $5400 car. Since then no word
had been received from either.
“So Ausmus is missing too,”
commented Lieutenant Norton.
“Who is this person who bought
the car, and where does he live?”
His name, they told him, was

HARVEY CHURCH, |

uyer of the car—he Harvey Church. His address,
‘had alot of things to» 2922 Fulton Street.
-explain if and when he | “We'll run out there.’ the de-
was. fo d. by Police. tective decided, ‘and see what
ee he can tell us about this.”
But at this point Peter M.

Hotiman, coroner of Cook County, arrived from his home in
the nearby town of Desplaines, and Lieutenant Norton waited
to confer with him.

Coroner Hoffman, a man of keen observation and deductive
brain, examined the body.

“Look at the build of this man,” he said. “More than six
feet tall and weighing well over 200 pounds. I can see he was
a man of tremendous muscular force and probably in the
pink of physical condition.”

The Packard officials corroborated this. Daugherty, they
told the coroner, had been a college athlete before joining their
sales force and was noted for his enormous strength and
physical prowess.

“Then it would surely take more than one man,” the
coroner continued, “to overpower him, handcuff his wrists
behind his back. tie his legs and beat him to death.”

While a detective sergeant untied the rope from the victim's
legs and tackled the handcuffs with a file, the coroner and
Lieutenant Norton questioned the Packard officials and got the
following: account of Daugherty and his missing partner.
Ausmus:

Daugherty, a St. Paul boy, had come from Boston to join
the Chicago sales force of the Packard Company. Later, the
company had employed Carl Ausmus of Bloomington, Illinois
Both became good salesmen.


May, 1931

We found the revolvers later, where
he said they were hidden.

Church signed the written confession,
that covered his story.

It was a great relief for all of us.
The members of my squad and ‘1 had
worked continuously on the case, with-
out sleep, from Friday morning, when
Mr. Somers first reported the men as
missing, until Church’s confession on
Sunday. We had been rounding up
witnesses, digging up bodies and ques-
tioning Church and ‘everybody con-
nected with the ‘case until it was en-
tirely cleared up. Then, for the first
time, we realized that we were tired.

I WENT before the Grand Jury the

following morning, Monday, Septem-
ber 12th, appearing as a witness in
the Church case. The following day
his sister, Isabella Church, came back
to the house at 2922 Fulton Street. She
had been away on a visit. When Miss
Church was brought to the Detective
Bureau, I obtained a statement from
her that was very damaging to her
brother’s defense, as she related that
Harvey had spoken a great deal of his
intention to purchase a Packard
automobile.

Harvey Church was indicted by the
Grand Jury for murder in the first
degree and called for trial before\ Judge
Caverly on November 30th, 1921}:

He repudiated his original cofféssion
before his trial and made another
implicating both Parks and Wilder this
time; but it was proved beyond doubt
that neither man had a hand in the

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murder that. had shocked Chicago.
- Officers Haksa and- Connolly. of my
squad lined up all the witnesses: inthe
case for Assistant State’s Attorney
Scott Stewart the week before the trial.

On December 23rd, :1921, the jury
found Harvey Church guilty of murder
and sentenced him to be hanged. They
took just one ballot. At the trial,
there had been nothing said: in the
testimony regarding his confession. He
was convicted wholly on evidence gath-
ered at the Church home and by wit-,
nesses gathered by myself and officers
of the Detective Bureau.

During his trial and after his con-
viction, Church feigned insanity. He
was given a trial in the same court, to
determine whether he was insane, and
was adjudged sane. He _ refused to
eat and had to be fed forcibly through
a tube. On the day of his execution,
he was in a state of collapse and had to
be carried to the gallows.

Church was hanged on March 3rd,
1922, less than six months after the
crime was committed—speedy | justice,
as most murder cases run.

Poor Daugherty and Ausmus! Their
only reason for suffering the terrible
fate they did, was the fact that they
happened to be employed by a con-
cern manufacturing an automobile that
Harvey Church desired.

For all this, Harvey Church got just
one little ride. .Instead of being a “big
shot” with the home folks, he finished
on the end of a rope.

Again we repeat: “Where will the
path of vanity lead?”

The Devil’s Brigade

(Continued from ‘page 56)

Vance’s face was twisted in pain and
his wild eyes had already lost their
luster.

“Do ye want more cartridges?” asked
Cc

ap.

hy never use them thet I hev. Thet
bullet went through my belly. Mebbe
it killed. the ‘possum! Now, vamoose!”
- Cap jumped like a frightened squir-
rel to escape the bullets that spattered
about him, while the old man fired
rapidly to cover his retreat.

“Reckon Cap’s had enough, eh,
Jim?” Philips laughed loudly. “We'll
git him later.” ;

“Cap’s goin’ ‘cause I sent him,”
Vance returned viciously. “Thar ain't
no Hatfield runnin’ from half a hun-
dred McCoys!”

“Well, Jim, you got guts! Too bad
we'll have to kill ye! I’d a-liked to see

hang!” ‘

“Ain't nobody a-hangin’ me. I got
a ball through my belly now an’ |
can't keep up much longer.”

There was a loud shout at the news
that the fierce old fighter was
wounded. Philips, eager for the kill,
stuck his head out from behind the tree
but jerked it back quickly as a bullet
winged past.

“Not yet, Frank,” Vance called
weakly. “Jest a little more.” }

The invaders had not long to wait.
He was finding it difficult to pull the
trigger. His repartee and taunts ceased.

‘The raiders stopped firing. A tense

silence fell over the mountain.

“Air ye ready, Jim?” called Philips.

There was no reply. Indifferent to
a possible trap, the deputy stepped into
the open and approached the locust
while McCoys trained their guns on
the stump. Vance was resting awk-
wardly with his back to the tree, his
head and shoulders slumped forward.
Several other bullets had reached him
and he was bleeding profusely. He saw
Philips’ wary approach. The drooping
eyes opened wide with a fiery flame of
hate as he tried to lift his pistol.

“Too bad Ran’l’, ain’t hyar this
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his Winchester until the muzzle was on
a level with the old man’s head. “But
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W ITH a desperate effort, the wounded
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“Yo’re too weak, ol’ man,” laughed
Philips, and pulled the trigger.

Vance slumped sideways, his finger
still curved about the trigger.

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STATE'S ATTORNEY ROBERT CROWE (seated at right) is seen _

personally questioning Harvey Church (seated second from left)

in the Criminal Courts Building as other officers look on.

the river. Sergeants Haas and Lang led Church to the rail,
and Lieutenant Norton directed his attention to the muddy
water below. It was about sunup and a pale gray mist
hovered ghostily over the surface.

“That’s where they found his body, Church,” Lieutenant
Norton said grimly, “It was tied and handcuffed—just as
you slid it into the river.”

Church averted his eyes from the misty river. _ His face
was pale and drawn in the morning light. “I didn’t do it!”
he whispered.

“Come on,” said Norton, and led the way back to the
squad car.

He drove next to William Dietzel’s undertaking estab-
lishment, where the body of Daugherty had been taken. At
that early hour the place was closed, but Norton unlocked
the door and led his whimpering prisoner to a rear room,
where Daugherty’s body lay on a slab.

Holding Church by the wrist, Norton jerked the sheet from
the mutilated body.

“There he is, Church! There's the man you killed! Look
at him! He can’t hurt you now, He’s dead. Confess that
you killed him!”

HURCH staggered back from the ghastly sight and tried
to cover his face. But he didn’t confess.

“Come on,” said Norton, and led him from the room of
death and back again to the car.

Their next stop was the young man’s home at 2922 Fulton
Street.

The detectives led him through the rooms of the lower
flat and down the basement steps. Norton pointed to the
bloodstains on the basement walls.

“Here is where you killed him, Church. You handcuffed
his hands behind his back and crushed his skull with a
baseball bat. You hammered his face and cut his throat.
Then you threw his body into the river. Confess !”

Church flung one hand across his eyes and shook his head

ert The accused man

OFFICERS ATTEMPT. to arouse Church ‘from the coma that had
even doctors puzzled... Numerous devices were used to restore
him to consciousness, and all failed. He seemed scarcely alive.

from side to side. “I didn’t do it,” he gasped.

Norton had saved his trump card. ‘Come on,” he said.
“T’ve something else to show you.”

He dragged the cowering wretch from the basement and
across the small back yard and into the garage. He pointed
down at the freshly-dug earth and cinders—at the spot
where Sergeant Hanrahan had disinterred the body of
Ausmus, :

“Look, Church! Look at that grave! That’s where you
buried Carl Ausmus. He was still alive when you buried

him. You threw him face down and stamped on his neck. %.

You wanted to make sure he’d die. Confess!”

“IT tell you I didn’t do it!’ Church’s voice by now was’ 7%

scarcely more than a hoarse croak, :
“Get down there,” said Lieutenant Norton, “and show me
how you buried him. He’s dead-now. He can’t hurt you.””
Church knelt beside the shallow grave. His eyes darted
frantically about. He licked his dry lips. Then he pitched
forward on his face and lay still. Tle had fainted dead away.
Sergeants Haas and Lang picked him up and carried him
out to the squad car. Norton drove him back to the Criminal
Courts Building. He was taken again to the state’s attorney’s
office. |
The questioning was resumed where it had been broken off. ~

But it showed no promise of getting anywhere. Church a a
still protested that he knew nothing whatever about the two j99

killings, ,
The police and the coroner's office were still divided in —
their theories of the case. The police believed Church had

killed the two men, his motive being to get possession of %

the car without paying for it.

Coroner Hoffman, on the other hand, was convinced that 9%

more than one man was involved in the double murder, and
there was logic to bear him out.

For example, assuming that Church had murdered the men %
for their car, would he have driven away in it without making

“any effort to cover his tracks? Would he have given his’


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from page 14)

1. “There were nine
e of $1000 each and
our hundred dollars.”
1a bill of sale?”

1. He slowed the car
let from his pocket.
from the wallet and
ive. “There you are,”

at the paper and saw
dill of sale, but mere-

for a car. He said
Owever, but handed
asantly :

2ms to be in order.”
Ire, everything’s in
it be? I bought this
id that’s all there is
at's eating you men,
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9E DETECTIVE

squarely in the eye, “after you gave those
bonds to the two salesmen, Daugherty. and
Ausmus, where did you go with them?”

“T didn't go anywhere with them,” Church
answered. ‘The three of us left the restau-
rant and I climbed into the car, which we’d
parked outside. They walked down the
street and I drove off alone.”

“Did you see them again?”

“No, sir.”

Captain Mullen turned aside and con-
ferred sotto voce with Attorney Wharton
and Ben Newmark, i
State’s Attorney Crowe. After the three
had whispered together for a minute or.
two, Chief Inspector Newmark sat down
in front of the fearless-eyed young man and
said to him: : f

“You say you haven't seen either Ausmus
or Daugherty since you left them outside ,
the restaurant?”

“No,.sir; I haven’t séen them since that
moment.”

Inspector Newmark, looking steadily into
the young man’s eyes, said slowly: “Don’t

- you know that we’ve found Daugherty’s

dead body?”

For the first time, young Harvey: Church
was visibly agitated. “My God, no! What
happened to him?” he cried, clearly shocked.

“He was murdered,” said the, inspector,
narrowly watching the young man’s face.
“His legs were roped together and his
hands were fastened behind his back with
handcuffs. His skull was crushed and his”
throat was slit, and his face had been
hammered with a baseball bat.’

“This is terrible!” gasped Church.

“But that isn’t all we found,” the in-
spector went-on. “In the basement of your
home we found the baseball bat that. was
used on Daugherty’s skull. We also found
Daugherty’s hat and the hat that belonged
to Carl Ausmus.” :

“But—” :

“You murdered Daugherty!” Newmark
thundéred, standing over the young man
and leveling a finger at his face. “You
murdered him with that baseball bat. You
handcuffed his hands behind his back and
tied his legs so he couldn’t defend himself,
and then you cut his throat and battered
his head to a bleeding pulp... .”

Young Harvey Church had leaped to his
feet in wild expostulation. He was forced
back into his chair.

“After you murdered Daugherty, you
murdered Ausmus. You dumped Daugh-.
erty’s body into the Desplaines River.
What did you do with the body of Aus-
mus? Where have you hidden it?”

Young Church struggled against, the
restraint of the two. officers who held him
down in his chair. “I don’t know what
you're talking about!” he screamed angrily.’
“T didn’t do it! You're crazy! If you
think I did such a thing, you're all crazy as
hell!”

The rusty handcuffs were jangled before
his face. _ :

“We know where you bought these
things,” they told Him. “You bought them
at the army goods store of Charles Izen-
stock in South Clark Street.”.

Church screamed: “I didn’t do it! I tell
you, I didn’t do it!”

The thing went on for hours. The police
officials and the state’s attorney’s men took
turn about at him. Their voices, lifted
tumultuously, carried into the outer corri-
dor and.into the adjoining offices. And
when Mrs. Church, seated outside, heard
her son’s protesting screams, she fainted
dead away.

HILE SHE LAY there unconscious,
and while her son was shrieking
denials at the relentless’ ring surrounding
him, there was being enacted at their home
an even weirder drama. A party of police-
men, armed with picks and shovels, were

DECEMBER, 1940

chief inspector for”

. digging up the Church basement and back
yard in a search for the body of the miss-
ing Ausmus.

It was.a pitch-black night. The flicker-
ing light of the potice lanterns pushed
back the wall of darkness. :

The work .was in charge of Sergeant
John Hanrahan of the, detective bureau;
and it was Sergeant Hanrahan who sud-
denly brought the work to‘an end as the
long night was nearly spent and the dark-
ness was beginning to pale into dawn. Han-
rahan stood looking about the small yard
in the half-light of the fluttering lanterns.
He and his men had dug everywhere with:
out finding anything. : :

He walked over-to the garage and took:
another look inside.’ Here, too, the earth
had been spaded up, without any profitable
result.

His eyes came to rest on. the ancient

automobile that Church ‘had abandoned
when he acquired the new Packard.

Hanrahan’s gaze narrowed on the car,
and suddenly he noticed something that
made him step inside for a close-up in-
spection. . He rested his lantern on the
running-board and bent down for a look
at the wheels. Then he straightened up
and called to Sergeant’ Charles Welling.

“Have a look at. this machine, Charlie.
Do you see anything unusual about it?”

Sergeant Welling looked at the car and
shook. his head. .

“Look at the wheels on this side,” Han-
rahan satd, “then at the wheels next, the

‘wall. Those wheels are five or six inches
lower than these. Let’s push this thing
out of here.” :

They rolled the car out of the garage,
then went back inside. Welling held the
lantern while Hanrahan stooped and _ in-
spected the ground next to the wall.

Around the tire marks where the car
had stood were freshly turned cinders!

Hanrahan seized a spade and thrust it
into the cinders. The spade struck a yield-
ing object. He scraped the cinders -aside
and saw a pair of man’s shoes.

Shoveling swiftly, Sergeant Hanrahan
soon uncovered a man’s entire body, buried

face down about a foot below the surface. |::

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Ausmus, the missing Packard salesman?
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alone have overpowered and slain both
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of a man later identified as Bernard Daugherty, salesman for
Packard automobiles, The victim had been trussed by rope,
handcuffed, fiendishly beaten, and his throat was slit. Motor
company officials wondered if the same fate had befallen Carl

HE HAD STRANGE AND Ausmus, also an auto salesman, who had left with Daugherty
‘ to close a deal and had not since been heard from. Ausmus %*

and Daugherty had sold a Packard car to one Harvey Church,
a rauroad brakeman, and had been missing until the discovery ~%*

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si new Packard. Going inside, police found a shambles of blood
fi & U T pi iE C ‘@) U L D a 'T and disorder in the basement, making it apparent that some-.
: one had been murdered there. Search for Ausmus’ body, hows:

ever, was fruitless. “fey
The call went out for Harvey Church, and he was soon
arrested in Adams, Wisconsin, while driving his mother ,.,
HYPNOTIZE HIMSELF around town in the new car. Surprised, Church agreed to ~"
, m return to Chicago with the police, undér the impression that ae

he was suspected of stealing the ‘car. Grilled, he seemed,
horrified when told of Daugherty’s death, we
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OUT OF THE GALLOWS! too! Where is his body?” ne
: Almost hysterical, Church denied the accusation. And.’
there were those who theorized that he could not: have.
committed the crime. Ausmus and Daugherty were both >
huge and powerful men. How could Church, a puny weak-.%*
ling, have overpowered them both and slain them? And yet*
how could Church, a part-time worker, afford to buy such® :

By EDWIN an expensive car? e

Even as Church was quizzed, a police squad under Sergeant. ‘

—s

John Hanrahan was digging in the Church basement and *>
back yard. In the garage, under Church's old car, they <}
found a man’s body buried a foot beneath the surface.

+4


Part Two—Conclusion

stout hempen rope. The same sort of rope was knotted

around his legs and ankles, binding them securely

together.

News of Sergeant Hanrahan’s gruesome discovery was
flashed to headquarters, and Coroner Peter Hoffman came
hurrying to the spot with his physicians, Drs. William H.
Burmeister and W. H. Reinhardt.

The body was quickly identified as that of the missing
Packard salesman, Carl Ausmus.

Like his fellow salesman, Daugherty, he had been buried
and beaten with inhuman brutality. His neck was broken,
his skull fractured, and his face battered until it was almost

. se :
unrecognizable. But he had suffered an even more horrible
death.

The man had been buried alive!

This was determined beyond question by the coroner's

- physicians when they made their post-mortem examination.

i Ausmus, though beaten ferociously, with his hands tied behind
‘ him, was still alive when his murderer had flung him face
down in the shallow grave and covered his body with cinders.

The monster had then jumped on the head of his prostrate Kay ater Bietiaay ao site
victim—so the physicians believed—and ground his heels i CHIEF INSPECTOR BEN NEWMARK of the state's
in the back of his neck, breaking it. " - attorney’s office is seen (right) quizzing Harvey Church,

Also as in the case of Daugherty, the motive for the brutish | whom he firmly believed guilty of the double murder. ©

_ murder had apparently not been robbery. At any rate, forty = SRR CL ERR ore |
dollars was found in a billfold in the dead man’s hip pocket,
and, in his other pockets, some silver and a gold pencil.

. And he wore an army wrist watch.

~~. The watch had stopped at 6:48. ;

Still more frightful discoveries were made when the ‘body
was taken to an undertaker’s and the clothing removed. The
man had been tortured to death in the most fiendish manner
imaginable.

Details of this maniacal torture are too shocking to be
printed. But one fact should be mentioned:

Coroner Hoffman, standing beside the body, noticed a thread
protruding from the swollen lips. He took the thread in his
fingers and pulled on it. The thread snapped off.

He forced the lips apart and saw a thick cloth wadded
inside the dead man’s mouth. He tried to pull it out, but
couldn’t; and the doctors had to make an incision before the
cloth could be extracted. When they finally got it out they
stared at it in utter stupefaction.

It was a woman’s brassiere! It had been thrust far down
the windpipe with gorilla-like strength.

Back at the Criminal Courts Building, in the office of
State’s Attorney Crowe, they were still sweating young Harvey
Church—and still getting the same ‘answer to -all their
questions :

_- “T didn’t do it!”

Over and over he repeated that, his thin body crumpled
in the chair, his eyes darting wildly at his questioners, Try
as they would—using every device known to the police
for squeezing confessions from recalcitrant prisoners—they onore Pacipa babe i
could get nothing more than that. Carl Ausmus in the Church

Then word came of Sergeant. Hanrahan’s grisly find—and garage, “I’m not guilty!’
the questioning ended, momentarily. Harvey Church cried again

Captain Mullen and his men went into a huddle with paint ba pba acs

Chief Inspector Ben Newmark, and they agreed on an act him. change his story. ©
of strategy. Saying nothing to the prisoner about the ees
discovery of the second body, they turned him over to Lieu-

tenant Norton. i

“Come along, Church,” Norton said. “We're going for
a walk.”

The frail young man got out of his chair, watching the Hemet GAGA Naie
detective warily. He was led from the room between SERGEANT John Hanra-

OT sen dead man’s hands were tied behind his back with

DETECTIVES are seen

Sergeants Haas and Lang and placed in a police squad car. han (right) solved one mys-
Norton drove him first to the Lake Street bridge at May- tory Ww h61 CP UREN Rae
OF ; ge y him ‘to dig‘ at the spot in’
wood. They got out at the spot where Eddie Baker, the ten- the garage where Church's

year-old boy, had seen the body of Daugherty floating: in 01d. automobile had stood. a


> body is shown, being borne to the ‘scaffold. bound fo.a chair.

correct name and address to the Packard people? Would he
have awakened his neighbor, Mrs. Marguerite Gardiner, on
the morning he started for Adams, Wisconsin?

Moreover, if the motive for. the murder was _ robbery,
would he not have taken his victim’s money and_ other
valuables ?

On top of all this, could any man of his frail build over-
power two giants such as Ausmus and Daugherty, hand-
cuff and tie them, and brutally batter them to death?

Some of the detectives were inclined to agree with Coroner
Hoffman. They hadn’t discarded the theory that the first mur-
der, if not the second, may have been committed by an en-
raged husband or a jealous rival in some love affair.

Another theory was that the two Packard salesmen had
been killed by a gang of auto thieves, who had planted ihe
evidence at Church’s house in order to implicate him and throw
_ the police off the right scent. Working on this angle, squads
of detectives rounded up a number of suspects and brought
them to the detective bureau for questioning.

EAN WHILE
attorney’s office went relentlessly on.
sat down in front of Church.

‘Has somebody made you the fall guy, Harvey?” he asked.

Church, who was near collapse from his long ordeal,
answered hoarsely: “Yes. This thing is all a frame-up. There
are certain men who hate me. They framed me for those
murders and want me to take the rap.. They hate me because
[ scabbed in the switchmen’s strike. They'd do anything to
get me—even murder.”

“Who are these men?” the coroner asked.

Church hesitated. Finally he said: “One of them is Leon
Parks. He works in Gus Benario’s garage at: 2815 West
Lake Street.”

“Who are the others ?”

“There’s only, one other. His name is Wilder,
Wilder, but everybody calls him Bud.

the questioning of Church in the state’s
Coroner Hoffman

Clarence
I’m not sure where he

lives, but he works ina shoe factory,”

A detective squad found Parks with-
out difficulty and brought him to the
State’s attorney's office, while another
squad was looking for Wilder.

Parks was a lean, hollow-cheeked
young man, about Church's age. When
he was brought into the room where
Church was held, he seemed nervous and
fearful of meeting Church’s eyes.

Church, on the other hand, underwent
a surprising change the moment Parks
entered the room. He rose buoyantly
from his chair as if a great load had
been lifted from his shoulders. His eyes
glittering, he looked at Parks and said
in a stern voice:

“Look at me, Leon!”

Leon Parks. lifted his gaze to meet
Church’s accusing eyes.

“Yes, Harvey?” he said meekly.

Church stepped nearer and looked
Parks in the eye with a peculiar in-
tensity.

“You killed those two men, didn’t you,
Leon ?”

“What two men, Harvey ?”

“You know what two men! Those two
Packard salesmen, Ausmus and Daugh-

‘erty. You and Bud Wilder killed them.
¥ You killed them in my basement. You
thought you could pin the crime on me.
Isn’t that right?”

“B-but, Harvey

“Don’t deny it!” Harvey Church
barked at him, and thrust his face with-
in an inch of the other. “And don’t try to avoid my eye.
Look me squarely in the eye and tell me the truth. Didn’t
you and Wilder kill those men?”

Parks tried to shift his gaze, but he was impaled by Church’s’
glittering eyes. He licked his dry lips and said in a wavering
voice: “Yes, Harvey. We killed them.”

Church looked around at the astonished officers.
what did I tell you?” he said.

Scarcely able to believe what they had heard, they called in
a stenographer.

Under a fire of questions from Church and the officers of
the law, Parks described in detail how he and Clarence Wilder
had murdered the Packard salesmen and disposed of their
dead bodies. :

“We lured them into the basement,” he said, in response
to a question from Church. “We got Daugherty first. We
handcuffed his hands behind his back and killed him with a
baseball bat. Then we got the other fellow and killed him the
same way. We dumped one of the bodies in the river and
buried the other in Harvey’s garage.”

Chief Inspector Newmark asked: “But why did you want
to kill them ?”

Parks hesitated and looked at Church.
sternly in the eye and said:

“You killed them for the Liberty bonds you knew I’d es
them. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes; that’s right, Harvey.”

Par ks? answers to their questions—most of them asked by
Church—detailed how the atrocious crime was done; and it
was all taken down in shorthand and transcribed. Typewritten
copies of his confession were then given to him for his
signature,

He had scarcely signed them before the door opened: and
the second squad of detectives came in with Clarence. “Bud”
Wilder, volubly protesting against his arrest.

“Is this the man who helped you with the murders?”

Coroner Hoffman asked Parks. (Continued on next page),

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Parks looked at the angry Walder and
said: “Yes; that’s the man.”

Wilder exploded. Had he not been re-
strained by two detectives, he probably
would have leaped on Parks.

“You liar!” he shouted.“Look at my face!
You never saw me before, and you know it!”

Inspector Newmark ended the ruckus by
taking Wilder to another room and question-
ing him privately.

“You mean to tell me you don’t even know
that fellow in there?”

“I never saw him before it in my life,” said
Wilder.

“How about the other fellow—Church?”

“I know him,” said Wilder, “but this is
the first time I’ve seen him in weeks. I first
met him during the switchmen’s strike a few
months ago. We roomed together for
awhile.”

“What can you tell me about those kill-

ings?”

“Only what I’ve read in the newspapers.
That’s all I know about them.”

“What were you doing on Thursday, the
day those men were killed?”

“On Thursday,” said Wilder, “I was
working all day at my job in the factory.”

NSPECTOR NEWMARK sent two de-
tectives to the shoe factory where Wilder
was employed, with orders to interview the
foreman and other employes, and check on
the time clock for Thursday. Then, leaving

- Wilder in charge of two other detectives, he

went back to the room where his brother
officers were puzzling over Parks’ confession.

He stood inside the doorway and looked
at Parks and Church. There was something
peculiar in the attitude of these two young
men—and something still more peculiar in
the confession that Parks had signed.

He whispered to a detective to get Church

quietly out of the room. Then he walked
over and sat down beside Parks.

“Look here, Parks,” he said. “You said
you and Wilder killed those two men so that
you could rob them. If that is so, how does
it happen you didn’t take their money and
watches ?”

Parks’ eyes roamed about the room as if
seeking help.

Inspector Newmark, watching him closely,

said: “Church isn’t here to prompt you now.,

You’re on your own. Speak up. Why did
you and Wilder do it?”

Young Parks began to whimper. “We
didn’t do it.”

“What!”

“IT mean I—don’t know why we did it.
You'll have to ask Harvey.”

Inspector Newmark exchanged a signifi-
cant look with Coroner Hoffman and Cap-
tain Mullen, then turned batk to the nervous
young man.

“Look, Leon. You needn’t be afraid of
Harvey now. You can tell us the truth. Did
you and Wilder kill those two men?”

Parks, verging on tears, vigorously shook
his head. “No,” he said, “we didn’t. I don’t
know who killed them.”

“Then why did you say you killed them?”

“T don’t know. I don’t know why I told
you that, unless it was because Harvey
wanted me to.”

“My God!” exploded Newmark. “Do you

mean to tell us you confessed a murder that :

you never committed merely because some-
body wanted. you to?”

Parks was too confused to speak.~ He
could only nod his head in assent.

Newmark jumped up from his chair in
disgust and strode across to the adjoin-
ing room where Church was sitting calmly
in a chair, guarded by two detectives.

“What’s the meaning of this?” he thun-
dered. ‘‘What’s the idea of that fellow in
there telling us that crazy cock-and-bull
story? He had nothing to do with those
murders, and you know it.”

Church started to rise. “Did he tell” you

’ fied smile.

‘he said, “Daugherty, Ausmus, and I. I told. ee

that? Just Jet me at him!"
The inspector shoved him back in the | *
chair, “Not much I won't! I’m going to
keep you right here till I get the truth out 2
of you. First, I want to know how you made ;
that fellow Parks confess to a crime he, ee
never committed.” a
“But he did do it!” Church cried. “He
signed a confession. Let me talk to him.
again—”
“Sit down,” Newmark snapped. ‘Parks’
is innocent. We know that now. How did:
you make him confess?” 3
“You know he’s’ innocent?” Church
queried. “Well then, I might as well tell e
you. I simply hypnotized him.” a
“You—what!” ©
“You don’t believe me? Bring Parks here®
and I'll prove it to you.” ’
Parks was brought in. Church stood 2»
squarely in front of him and commanded:
“Look me in the eye, Leon! .. . That's right,
Now then, smile!” ;
Young Parks, who had been almost cryin
only a minute before, began to smile. :
“Now Leon, speak the truth.” You ha
nothing to do with those murders ?”
“No, Harvey.”
“What were you doing on Thursday ?”
“T was working in Gus Benario’s garage.”
“You're feeling happy now, aren’t you,~
Leon ?”

“Yes, Harvey.” Young Parks was smiling ”
and his eyes were shining.
“Laugh, Leon!”

Parks laughed gaily. fas
Church looked at the officers with a satis~
“You see? That's how it’s done. |
T simply hypnotize him and he says anything
I tell him to say.’

UT THE officers were in no mood to.

admire this display of hypnotic power.

Exasperated, they sent Parks from the
room and started in afresh on Church.

“Come clean now!” they ordered him.
“Quit stalling. Who helped you kill those —
men?”

“T guess Wilder must have killed them,”
said Church. “Wilder and some other guy.”

But Wilder had an ironclad alibi. The |
foreman at the shoe factory and a dozen
other employes told the detectives that ©
Wilder had put in a full day Thursday at
his job, and his time clock stub proved that
he had.

When Inspector Newmark imparted this
information to Church, the young man
laughed and said: “It must have been two
other fellows. Anyway, that seems to let —
Wilder out.”

“Yes, it lets Wilder out and it lets you in.”
ae know that you killed those men. Con- }
ess!” :

But Church wasn’t yet ready to confess. -
They had to pound at him for hours before he *
fina ly Lowy At last he asked in a hoarse ’
whis : “Can I see my mother?”

ner ‘can see your mother,” Newmark —@
told him, “after you’ve confessed—not be-.”
fore.” ¥

There was a pause. For a long while.
Church sat in thoughtful silence.

“All right,” he whispered at last. “I'll tell ~
you everything. I killed both of them.” ~~

“Who helped you?”

“Nobody helped me. I did it alone.” Ret
The stenographer was called again to take ~
down another confession. Inspector New-*
mark had thought the “confession” of Parks.
was incredible, but it was certainly no more |
incredible than the one that now came from »

Church.
“We drove to my house in the Packard,’

them I’ had part of the money in the base-\ 5”

ment and asked Daugherty to come inside ~

with me. We went to the basement together, '’ (

Ausmus stayed outside in the car. Sy)
“When Daugherty entered the basement = s

I twisted his hands behind his hack and ~ ae


ana pes the handeuffs on them. Then |
grabbed the baseball bat and slugezed him
over the head with it. He toppled over and
began lashing out at me with his feet. I
grabbed a piece of rope and tied his legs
together.

“[ heard the door open then,” said
Church, ‘and when I looked around I saw
Ausmus standing there. I did the same
thing to him that I'd done to Daugherty,
except that I had to tie his hands. I slugged
him on the head with the baseball bat and
knocked him to the floor.

“Both their faces were all bloody now,
and [ guess the sight of that blood drove
me insane. Anyway, I mauled and slashed
them with everything I could lay my hands
on, till they were covered with blood. I hit
them with the hammer. I hacked them with
the hatchet. I seemed to go completely
off my nut. I wanted to mash them both
into a bleeding pulp.

“IT washed the blood off my hands,”
Church went on, “and went upstairs and
got mother and took her for a ride in the
Packard. When we got back home that
night I went down to the basement, picked
up Daugherty and carried him out to the
car. I drove to the Desplaines River and
heaved his body into the water.

“Then I went back home for Ausmus. He
was still breathing, and I found some cloth
in the basement—an old brassiere of my
mother’s—and jammed it down his throat.
I picked up his body and carried it out to the
garage. I backed my old car out and dug
a hole to bury him in.

“T threw him in the hole, face down, and
jumped up and down on the back of his
neck. Then I covered him with cinders and
rolled the car inside so that it covered the
spot where I’d buried him. .

“And that,” said Harvey Church in con-
clusion, “is how the whole thing happened.”

ORONER HOFFMAN, who had lis-

tened to this astounding recital with
incredulity, demanded, “Who helped you do
all that?”

“Nobody helped me,” said Church, with a
touch of impatience. “I did it all alone.”

The coroner was still skeptical. “Daugh-
erty,” he said, “weighed 220 pounds. You
weigh 135. How could you overpower him,
handcuff him, murder him, and carry him to
and from that car unless you had somebody
to help. you?”

Church said: “Get me a set of handcuffs
and a man who weighs as much as Daugh-
erty, and I'll show you how I did it.”

Among the detectives in the room was
Sergeant “Billy” McCarthy, a man _ of
powerful build who weighed upward of 200
pounds. He volunteered: for the demon-
stration and gave Church a pair of hand-
cuffs.

In a twinkling Church had the sergeant’s
hands cuffed behind his back. Then he lifted
him from the floor and flung him across his
shoulder and marched around the room with
him. He lowered him to the floor, picked
him up again and again repeated his trip
around the room.

The other sstared at the astonishing per-
formance. The thing seemed beyond belief,
yet there it was!

Coroner Hoffman, however, was still dis-
satisfied. “If you killed those men alone,”
he persisted, “why did you drag in Parks
and Wilder ?”

“You seemed to think some other guys
did it,” said Church, “so I dug up a pair
for you.”

“Now tell us,” said Captain Mullen, “why
you wanted to kill those men.”

“T didn’t want to kill them,” said Church,
“till I saw their blood. That seemed to
drive me mad, like I told you, and I started
in to slaughter them.”

“Why did you entice Daugherty into your
basement and handcuff him?”

“Tt was the only way TF eould get his car
[hadn't enough money to pay for it.”

“So you killed Daugherty, and then killed ,

Ausmus, in order to get an automobile. Is
that right?”

“T guess that’s right,” said Church:

After he had read and signed two type-
written copies of his confession he was al-
lowed to see his mother.
what he had done she became hysterical and
collapsed. A doctor was hurriedly called,
and for a while he feared the shock might
kill her.

Church’s unmarried sister Isabelle had
arrived from St. Paul and was also there.
She told Captain Mullen and Assistant
State’s Attorney Wharton that Harvey had
suffered a severe fall when a boy and was
often irresponsible.

Meanwhile, thousands of morbidly curious
people were milling around Church’s home
in Fulton Street; and when he was taken
there, under heavy guard, to reenact the

double murder the police had to rope off.

the street near the house to restrain the cu-
rious crowds.

Church was indicted for murder and
rushed to trial. He was found guilty and
sentenced to hang.

The entire case, from start to finish, had
been filled with things that seemed unbe-
lievable; but now there came the most in-
credible thing of all.

When they locked Harvey Church in the
death cell he hypnotized himself!

For days and nights he lay in a stupor,
mind and body paralyzed, to all appearance
dead. He had boasted to guards, when they
locked him in, that he would “not be present”
at the execution—and apparently he knew
what he was talking about.

The warden thought he was shamming and
called in doctors to examine him. The physi-
cians used every test known to medical
science—even touching lighted matches to
his skin—-but nothing could awaken him
from his hypnotic sleep.

Coroner Hoffman, still clinging to his
theory that more than one person was in-
volved in the double murder, believed that
Church had been drugged in jail “to keep
him from talking.” He asked Church’s
mother and sister to permit him to perform
an autopsy after the execution in order to
determine whether Church was really in a
comatose condition or the victim of some
powerful drug; but they refused such per-
mission.

Whereon the coroner issued a public state-
ment:

“T still believe that Harvey Church did not
commit those two murders unaided. I sus-
pect at least one other man was implicated
in the double crime. Church is a weakling,
physically and mentally; yet he stands con-
victed of something unheard of before in
criminal history in Chicago, perhaps in the
entire United States. His lips have been
sealed, He is going to the gallows mentally
dead. Why?”

CHURCH was doomed to die on the gal-
lows at 3:54 o’clock on Friday morning,
March 4, 1922—less than six months after
the handcuffed body of Bernard Daugherty
was found floating in the Desplaines River.

At the last moment there was a frantic
effort to save his life, or at least delay the
execution. Attorneys Frank J. Tyrell, W.
FE. Alexander, and James McGloon, volun-
tartly offering their services, went search-
ing for judges in an effort to get a writ
that might save Church from the noose.
They found Judge Kickham Scanlan, who
refused to intercede, and then they located
Judge Joseph B. David.

At the very instant when Church was be-
ing hanged Judge David was listening to
their arguments for a stay of execution.

Meanwhile, a few minutes before the death
march was scheduled to start, W. G. Ander-

When he told her,

_. what would happen: Along about’ f

HOw TO. prevent escapes by furnish
'* fing a, prisoner’ with a hacksaw was
, & new one on. me until I visited a j
deep in the heart of ‘Arkansas. While
_ this was’ not a large. institution’ and
seldom housed “more than twenty-five.
"or thirty. inmates, occasionally they did
get two or three’ desperate criminal
~» When such an occasion arose, here

_ or five o'clock in the. afternoon a new.)
“ prisoner would arrive. He would be in =
a great rage, cursing the jailer, declar=
ing that the place wouldn’t hold moun-*
gtain goats, and. that.he would be. outs
Inside of a week, After a taunting repl
‘ from the jailer, the “fresh fish”. would!
~ sulk for an hour or so before he would
ptalk to anyone, yee Teas gs ae
., Gradually he would reveal that he
- hadn't been. bluffing’ when’ he. said.
, intended to “beat the place.” Out’ of
‘his shoe, concealed under. the inner sole,
would comé a hacksaw blade.) 4)
» Then he. would begin to saw on. ones
of the bars of so-called “soft”. th:

» He. would work but» a: short.

Rie”)

% a,
; Place, eh?” = e =
Baits, Tectwagn } dot a Mallen!

“prisoner .would reply‘ sullenly..:*
NO? Wi “i ws

eba

i’ Following “which” the | jailer . would %

MERE, e

“The “electrical connection” was of »
course supplied by the jailer himself by
_ Pushing an ordinary button in. his own’
“office. gene Same sie age «2 ga
_. Needless to say also, the hacksaw
_ blade was ancient and ineffective in the
event there should be any slips, such as_
: ang other inmates . taking» possession |
Sof it. eke hin © Gia rei
~ Yes, furnishing prisoners hacksaws ©
‘to keep them from escaping is a new!)
one. Somewhat like giving children‘
matches to play with so they'll be sure,
“not to burn themselves. |) ip
eee —JosErH. Futiinc FISHMAN?)

od


[WAS. sitting talking to the sheriff in—
' ©’a small Texas gity. As I was about ©
to leave, a man. walked through to the
~* jail beyond the sheriff’s office. He had
the worst scar on his face I have ever”
*.. seen. It ran from almost the center of —
~ the forehead across to the left side and *
© then down to the point of the chin. It

Sy baste ted

Me RPE

Ww)

bes tig

;*’ must have taken at least twenty-five or.

thirty stitches to close the wound. —
““Who carved him?” I inquired. ~
_ “He wasn’t carved,” the sheriff an
-swered. “He was slugged. That’s George
*- Miller,” he went on, “my, night guard.
“> Got’ it from a” prisoner. If it hadn't

“been for ‘him, three of the most des-”

arora

ot

oy ese

l* perate men we’ye ever had in this part
- of the country would have got away.

~ They'd been pulling a lot of stick-ups.

Trey

>. it out with the officers and woun

sy au

*“Oh, no, he got that right in the
there. °I was ‘afraid these three
© might try to get away, so I warned \”
'. George to be careful. And he was. He’s .
./a good man. But in some way, I still
{- .don’t know how, they managed to get’

* ~~ some saws in and started to work on the ~

¥
% bars.’ They filled the cracks with wet
i. bread ney etoad dirt and la

And, believe me, it was some ce.
_For they sure beat him up; slugged him
“in the face ‘with that cot leg and beat ~
“and kicked him until he was | covered

&
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Ly
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g
o
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»
3
g.
mR

‘>. until the night it all h iced
“Did he stop them with his face?”..

OP i BN

eh

"= on. “George made the rounds every hal

‘corridor from which you ee inside ~
where the prisoners are,

was to stick him up, get his keys and

* simply go out through the door, which |
“he had just come ‘through, and whi
of course, he locked after him.» ~

ERE

a ‘
me am .

~ midnight and® waited. around the far)

black” with bruises from head to foot. He spent”

the jail and saw the key come through.
i “I'm coming to that,” the sheriff went . side and secured them in less than five
hour. You've seen the jail. You know. them to muss up George.’
ell, they ©.

“managed to cut two of the bars, and” 1
‘then they waited for George. The idea.”

¢ “Well, they got out of the cage about °°

and was laying for George with it. It’s | ~
a pretty wicked piece of iron when it’s)

ua
_stepped ‘out too’ soon “and © the “iron <3

ret §
oy

‘and we’d chased them over five counties. "|
“* But we finally got them after they’d shot, a

‘over three months in the hospital. But he
‘stopped the getaway, all right. A man )

was passing in the alley on the side of

He spread the alarm and we went in-

jail corridor, But by the time he was”

“well the man had gone to prison for a” :

good, long term. George is still sore be-
cause he didn’t get a_sock at him!” ”
tia ee _—-JOsEPH FULLING FISHMAN

Y yare

son, a Salvation Army chaplain, entered

Church’s cell. Church lay on his cot like a

lump of clay. No movement. No sign of

_ life. His eyes were closed and he seemed
. quite dead.

_ Chaplain Anderson knelt beside the cot and
said close to his car:

“Repeat after me the Lord's Prayer. ‘Our
Father which art in Heaven, hallowed be
Thy name, Thy Kingdom come, Thy will be
done...”

There was no response.
parently lifeless.

Two deputies entered the death cell. “All
right, Harvey. Time to go.”

, Still no response from the inert body.

The deputies crossed to the cot and lifted
Church to his feet. His eyes did not open.
He was like a limp rag. Had the deputies
not held him up, he would have slumped to
the floor.

This was something new in their experi-
ence. Clearly, the man not only couldn't
walk; he couldn't even stand.

So they lifted Church from his cot and sat
him in an ordinary kitchen chair, then lifted
the chair to their shoulders. He slumped
limply and would have fallen out had they

Church lay ap-

His head sagged
His eyes were still

not held him in place.
forward on his chest.
closed.

Thus they carried him to the gallows, and
thus they placed him on the trap, still
slouched unconscious against his bonds in
the wooden chair.

The noose was fastened around his neck.
This pulled his head up, but his eyes did not
open.

Sheriff Charles Peters said to him: ‘Har-
vey W. Church, have you anything to say?”

There was no response from the inert
form; no sign of life whatever.

Sheriff Peters motioned to a deputy. The
deputy slipped a white sack over Church’s
head. The sheriff gave the signal to spring
the trap.

There came a ghastly click—and the floor
fell away from beneath the chair.

The chair dropped from under the man’s
body, struck the cement floor below, bounded
away and came to rest against a concrete

ost.
P But the lifeless body of Harvey Church
hung suspended in mid-air at the end of the
hangman’s rope. :
Tue Enp ¢

Caught Cheating

(Continued from page 35)

the circle he had set for himself before |
finding a drug store which stayed open past 47
midnight. This bore out Cruse’s story of  ~
being gone so long for medicine, though
the druggist was unable to recall having
made such a sale to a man answering —
George Cruse’s description.
“I’m sorry,” he smiled, “but we have a_
very heavy night business on Saturday,
and it’s impossible for us to remember our —
customers. We sell lots of these tablets.” «
At the Cruse home, Chief Zickerfoose ~
found one of his detectives impatiently
awaiting him. F
“I’ve got a hot tip, chief,” he said. “I.
found a party who was coming home late .
last night and who swears he saw a man
in this apartment a few minutes before two
o'clock. He noticed particularly because oe
it was so late and this house was the only
one all lighted up as he walked down the
street. He glanced up and distinctly saw
a man walk across the living room past the“
unshaded window.” e
“Before two, eh? That was before Cruse. “4
got back with the medicine and found his of)
wife dying.” The chief paused, frowning, ~
then asked, “Did he say the whole house -
was lit up?”
“That’s right. The whole front of it.
Both living rooms of the duplex.”
“That may be exceedingly important -
information,” Zickerfoose cried. “Keep it
under your hat for the time being, but
don’t lose track of the witness.”
After the detective had gone, the ‘chief ©
stepped out on the front porch of the frame %
dwelling and studied the exterior arrange-
ments. :
The two halves of the duplex were »
exactly alike, with a low partition separat- |
ing the entrance doors of the Cruse and (335
Johnson apartments. He inspected the Cruse-ma
night latch and found it in perfect working pe
order. The only way the door could be /
opened was with a key or by having the™
night latch turned off by someone inside
the apartment. :
He stepped over the low partition and
rapped on the Johnson door. A woman
opened it and introduced herself as Mrs.
Johnson. She invited the officer in to a ~
neat living room when he told her his”
errand.
Mr. Johnson got up and nodded cordially. *
He asked at once, “What’s the verdict on -
Mrs. Cruse?” “a
“I’m afraid it’s murder,” said Zickerfoose ©
gravely. Ps
He turned to Mrs. Johnson and asked.
her when she had returned. ?
“Early this morning.” She shuddered and ¢
murmured, “Poor Ella! It’s terrible to
have such a thing happen right next door.””
“How did she and her husband get”
along?” Chief Zickerfoose asked casually.
“They didn’t get along at all,” Mrs.*
Johnson told him. “Always arguing. Her~
only happiness was when George was out
on the road.” a
“Did she have someone to entertain her,’
while her husband was away?” :
“That’s all baloney,” Johnson interjected. |
“George lied about her last night. He al-»
ways made a show of jealousy to keep her~,
from bawling him out about his own affairs. “
You know how traveling salesmen are—a-
woman in every town.” me
“I have positive information,” said Zick- ~
erfoose quietly, “that there was a man ine
the Cruse apartment shortly before two”
o’clock last night.” z
“I can’t believe it!” cried Johnson. “Un-
less,” he added thoughtfully, “it was a bur-:.
glar—someone who had broken in.”


money. Then the next morning, just
as the sales manager had persuaded
himself to notify police, Bernard
Daugherty’s body was found floating
face down in the Desplaines River in
Maywood, a suburb of the Windy City.

Identification was simple. His wallet
was in his pore with $27 in cur-
rency and all his papers in it. A cost-
ly poe wristwatch, a ring, a stickpin
and other items led the first detectives
on the scene to believe that some mo-
tive other than robbery had prompted
the crime.

The obvious viciousness of the mur-
der suggested some personal motive,
such as jealousy or revenge. Daugh-
erty’s big 200-pound body had been
savagely handled. The hands were
held behind the back by a set of Arm
issue handcuffs around the wrists.
stout hempen rope bound the legs.
The skull was fractured, the face
smashed to a pulp, the neck broken.

The discovery of the corpse had
barely been reported to headquarters
before the phone call came from the
Packard firm asking police to begin —
a search for Daugherty and Ausmus.

Homicide men went at once to the
auto salesroom, led by Lieutenant
John Norton and Coroner Peter M..
Hoffman,-one of the most colorful of
public officials in all Chicago history.

On the day before, the investigators
heard, Daugherty and Ausmus com-
pleted the sale of a big, black, lux-
urious sedan to a young man who
asked them to accompany him to his
bank, where he would withdraw the
money to pay for the machine.

The two salesmen, great friends who
worked as a team on all their deals,
had asked that the chauffeur: be sent
to the bank for them, since they in-
tended to turn over the sedan to the
buyer as soon as he handed over the
$5,400.

- The sales een, a told of Skelba’s
return alone wi the message on
Daugherty’s business card.

“Who was their customer?” Lieu-

tenant Norton queried.

ALLOWS. BOUNQ=t 2s a ote FIRST VICTIM— .
‘In a self aoe ad bypnotic trance, the , Two-hundred-pound Bernard Daugherty

killer <is carried up the gallows’. steps: sg * was killed and his body dumped in river.

<¢

ah

21

MURDER SCENE— .
Crowds gather at killor’s home. One of
bodies was buried in garage at the rear.

They spe
telry, qu

members.

auto sale

The Packard firm’s manager looked ew

into his records. The buyer of the Pome "

limousine was one Harvey Church, pits Aas
who had given his address as 2922

Fulton Street. a
“That,” said Coroner Hoffman, “will ee
be our next call.” —— I
The Packard man laughed harshly. PI eral
“No squirt like Church ever man- ive:
handled Daugherty and Ausmus,” he ‘an g
said. “This kid wasn’t an inch over wi "y i
five feet two, and if he weighed 135 sine beh
ounds then I’m an elephant. You saw il Pu rai
augherty; big, husky, athletic. Carl btiaei
usmus was his twin in size. And a gate 7 A
veteran. Both men knew how to take nie ai
care of themselves. wlle pon
ROM the Packard salesroom the de- zs oo
tectives went to the bank where the 3 pie
Salesmen were to have picked up a

their money. ‘

Here the records showed that Har-
vey Church had, indeed, made a with-
drawal on the previous day. However,
he had taken nothing like the sum of
$5,400. There had been only $225 in at about 2 o'clock the previous after- to Daugherty, that in itself would be
his account, and he had written adraft noon. Suspicious,”
for $200. : * There had been three persons in the But he did not forget what he knew

How could a bank withdrawal of car. One was young Harvey Church. about Harvey Church, information
oy be important in the purchase ofa No one could mistake him because of substantiated by all the young man’s

400 automobile? Would a man who his diminutive size. With him were neighbors, The kid was ‘a fly weight;
had $5,200 in cash have a bank account — two very big men, how on earth could he have success-
of only $225? Harvey Church became The neighbor saw the three arrive. fully attacked either Bernard Daugh-
an _ interesting person. When she looked out her window some erty or Car] Ausmus alone, let alone

The building at 2922 Fulton Street minutes later, the sedan was no longer the team of giants together?
was a drab old graystone house in a standing at the curb. “A gun,” suggested Coroner Hoff-
neighborhood which did not suggest From another neighbor the sleuths man, “is a great equalizer.”
the kind of money commonly pos- -heard that the big machine had been “There were no bullet wounds in

sessed by buyers of new Packards. driven away from in front of the Daugherty’s body,” Lieutenant Norton
For in the year of 1921 a big Packard Church home at around 5 o’clock that remembered. “Besides, Church’s only
twin six was one of America’s most morning, not many hours before motive in killing the two auto sales-

expensive machines. Daugherty’s body was found in the men would have been robbery. Then
The house was shut and locked, the river. why would he leave Daugherty’s
shades drawn. Norton and his men Harvey Church was at the wheel. money, watch and other valuables?”
spread themselves through the neigh- His mother sat beside him. There had To these questions, for the time,
borhood, asking questions. been luggage piled on the rear seat of there was no plausible answer.

From one neighbor they learned the car.

that a black Packard sedan had been “A trip somewhere?” Norton re- N TRYING to discover where Church

driven up before the Church dwelling flected. “So soon after what happened and his mother might have gone in
the new Packard, the investigators .
discovered that the youth’s father was | ae eA
living somewhere in Wisconsin. Then, A ae
failing to get more specific informa- - Es
tion, the detective obtained a warrant - ooo
-and entered the Church residence. Pa > oe,
here was nothing of interest on the CORONER |!
first floor. In an upstairs bedroom the :
officers picked up a photograph of . He would nc
young Church, a picture certainly of until given
2 ee and wer character. aM a
resser drawer they came upon a thin
sheaf of letters from the elder Church, xnow ledge
They were postmarked from Adams, ong eine
Wis. Sergeant John Hanrahan tele. Pack a he
Phoned headquarters and a request ; Inj pa i
was flashed immediately to local au- Pibert he,
thorities in Adams to find out whether h. erty. BO
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switchmen walked out. My roommate
got sore at me for it. Left our house,
in fact. And, now that I think of it,
he kept a key...”

“But, Harvey,” Captain Martin in-
terrupted, “why would this man kill
two perfect strangers just to harm
you? How would he know that mur-
dering these men he would be able to
pin the crime on you?”

A sly smile crept over Church’s face.
“Why? To get the $5400 in Liberty
Bonds that I gave the two salesmen.
Lonnie Pastor knew I had those bonds.
He knew I was thinking. about buying
that Packard. Probably he and Corby
Weekes have been watching mé all this
time...”

The Chicago detectives lost no time
in sending out alarms for Pastor and
Weekes. Here at last was a theory
about the crime which was more ac-
ceptable than the obvious implication
that little Harvey Church had attacked
and slain two men, each nearly twice
his size.

Pastor was brought in first. Picked
up at his place of employment, he was
frightened, but stoutly denied any
knowledge of the double crime.
Under questioning at headquarters, he
seemed utterly bewildered, but still

denied any guilty knowledge of the

slayings.

“Let me talk to him,” young Church
begged his jailors. “I’ll bet I can get
him to confess.”

few moments later Church con-
fronted the new suspect. “Lonnie,” he
said, “look at me.”

Pastor obeyed. “Yes, Harvey?” he
said meekly.

Church stepped close, eyeing his
erstwhile friend closely.

“Tell these men exactly what you
did, Lonnie,” Harvey said in an even,
authoritative voice.

“T don’t know what you mean.”

“Tell them you killed those two auto
salesmen. ou know you did it,
didn’t you?) You and Corby Weekes.
Tell them you and Corby committed
the murders. You can’t lie to me. You

know that. Tell them. Tell them...”

Pastor nodded. His words came
slowly. “We killed the two auto sales-
men,” he mumbled. “Corby Weekes
and me...”

The assembled detectives were
amazed. Coroner Hoffman grinned.
“I knew it,” he chortled. “Why, I
could lick that half-pint Church my-
self, with one hand tied behind me.”

ORD flashed through detective

‘headquarters that there had been a

confession in the double murder—
and that Harvey Church was indeed
innocent.

Church helped the officers in the
questioning that followed. Lieutenant
Norton noted that Harvey could make
Lonnie tell details of the slayings
when Pastor was about to clam up
under the interrogation by detectives.

Slowly Lonnie described how he
and Corby had tailed the two sales-
men, had held them up, then had
driven to the Church residence in
order to pin the crime on Harvey.

“We took them into the basement,”
he said, with Church prodding him
closely. “We handcuffed Daugherty
and hit him with the bat. Then we
took care of the other one, buried him
in the garage, and finally lugged
Daugherty’s body out into the alley,
loaded it in our car, and drove to the
river.”

His confession was taken down by a
stenographer and copies typed imme-
diately. At Harvey’s urging, he signed
them, and then was led away to a cell.

But scarcely had he been locked up
before another detective team brought
in Corby Weekes. Pastor was returned
from his cell to face Weekes with his
accusation.

“Yes, he’s the man,” he said as
Church urged him to make the iden-
tification.

“It’s a lie!” Weekes roared. “I never
saw the guy in my life.” He turned
toward Church. “Is this another of
your tricks, Harvey? I’ve seen you
pull stuff like this before.”

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They spent several hours in the hos-
telry, questioning guests and staff
members. But no trace of the missing
auto salesman was found.
Meanwhile, the village marshal
phoned from Adams to say that
Harvey Church and the new Packard
sedan had been picked up there.

IEUTENANT NORTON, Sergeant
Hanrahan, Ben Newmark o the
state’s attorney’s office and several

detectives left at once for Adams.

Young Church had arrived there
with his mother in the imposing limou-
sine at around poon. He lost no time
in putting the flashy car to use, for
when the marshal tagged him he had
already picked up a girl and was
headed for a local speakeasy.

His parents, highly respected people,
were positive their son was involved
in no wrongdoing, but they urged him
to return to Chicago with the officers
and clear himself. Harvey denied all

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CORONER PETER HOFFMAN—
He would not believe killer’s confession
until given proof of his great strength.

knowledge of the fate of Daugherty
and Ausmus.

He. claimed he had purchased the
Packard for cash. “That is,” he ex-
plained, “I signed over $5,400 in
Liberty bonds for the buggy. And
they’re as good as cash.”

He produced an order slip for the
car over which had been scrawled,
“OK,” with the initials “B.J.D.” and
“CA.” and claimed this was his bill
of sale.

Enroute back to the .Windy City,
the Chicago officers refrained from
any attempt to question him. ‘Let the
kid worry a bit,” Norton advised his
men. “Let him work up a sweat.”

A couple of hours before dawn the
cops drew up at the Criminal Courts
building with their prisoner. Detective
Captain Martin Mullen and Police
Chief Charles Fitzmorris sat in on the
interrogation, which began at once,

under the direction of assistants from
the state’s attorney’s office.

Church: was happy, carefree, cocky.
He told his story directly, with a great
show of willingness to help the de-
tectives.

“J bought the car,” he said. “It’s
mine. I asked the salesmen to go with
me to the bank because I needed a
little money for our trip to Wisconsin.
I drew out $200 for myself, then signed
over five $1,000 Liberty Bonds and
four baby bands for $100 each. They
okayed the bill of sale, walked off, and
I drove away.”

“Just where did you see them last?”
Newmark demanded.

“Right outside the bank,” Church
replied. “I don’t know the exact time.
But I do remember one of them walked
over to another Packard, wrote some-
thing on a card and stuck it in the
steering wheel.”

The questioning went on until day-
break without progress. Church par-
ried all thrusts of the interrogators,
although they knew he was lying, at
least in one respect.

“Tt’s a cinch he: did not part from
Daugherty and Ausmus at the bank,
as he claims,” Lieutenant Norton said.
“We have a witness who saw him
drive up at his home with two very
large. men at around 2 o’clock the
afternoon they disappeared. Let’s go
back out to Church’s house.”

HE place was searched again, more

thoroughly this time. And in the

basement the investigators un-
covered evidence which seemingly
would fasten a noose around Harvey
Church’s throat.

There was blood on the concrete
basement floor. Several pieces of
furniture had been broken. A ham-
mer, baseball bat and a hatchet were
bloodstained. And in the cellar were
found two hats—vital clues.

The sweatbands of both pieces of
headgear bore initials. Those in one
were “B.J.D.” Those in the other
were “C.A.”

In poking through a heap of rubbish,
Hanrahan uncovered a length of rope.
It looked exactly like that which had
been used to bind Daugherty’s feet.

“It looks.” said Lieutenant Norton,
‘like both Daugherty and Ausmus got
it here. But how.could a. little punk
like Harvey Church handle those two
giants? There’s something more in
this than we’ve guessed thus far.”

Certain that Car] Ausmus, as well as
Daugherty, had been murdered, police
began a hunt for his body. Meanwhile,
Harvey Church was brought back to
detective headquarters from his cell,
and now the sleuths went at him in
earnest. :

They told him of their findings in
his own basement, but he merely eyed
them blankly, shrugged, and said, “I
can’t explain it, but I had nothing to
do with either of those guys after we
left the bank.”

They told him that a young man
fitting his description perfectly had
purchased a set of handcuffs from an
Army and Navy store only a few days
before the murder, but he simply
looked puzzled and countered, “Hand-
cuffs? I don’t know what you're talk-
ing about.”

It was a grim duel, a strange battle

that went on for hours. The rope taken’

from Church’s basement was shown
by laboratory tests to have been a part
of the piece used to bind Bernie

”

Daugherty’s legs. Harvey claimed he
knew nothing about it.

rahan and a crew of officers were
hunting diligently for the body of
Carl Ausmus. And_ they found it
finally, buried beneath the cinder floor
of the garage behind, the Church

Danan all this time Sergeant Han-

dwelling. An old touring car stood
in the garage; it belonged to Harvey
Church.

As in the case of Daugherty,

Ausmus’ body had not been robbed.
There was $40 in his billfold, and the
watch still was on his wrist. It had
stopped at 6:48.

Carl Ausmus, however, had met
with even more brutal treatment than
had his frieid. With his arms and
legs bound, he had been savagely tor-
tured,. fiendishly mutilated. And he
had been buried alive!

But after the burial, the coroner’s
report showed, the killer had jumped
up and down on his neck until it, was
broken, bringing a merciful death.

Now the officers working on the
case were positive that Harvey Church
was the double slayer—except for one
small detail. They still could not ex-
plain how such a small man_ could
possibly overpower a pair of 200-
pounders.

“It just doesn’t make sense,” Cor-
oner Hoffman insisted. “That scrawny
kid ¢ouldn’t even have lifted one of
his victims after death. How could
he handle either of ’em alive?”

This was the stumbling block in the
whole case. There was enough evi-
dence to hang Church—if a jury could
be made to believe he had the strength
to commit the two murders. But what
jury, looking at the diminutive pris-
oner in the dock, would ever consider
it possible that he was guilty of the
murders of: two men like Daugherty
and Ausmus?

As a matter of fact, few of the de-
tectives working on the case, few of
the men on the whole ‘Chicago force,
believed that Harvey Church could
have overcome and slain the two vic-
tims. What, then, was the answer?

Coroner Hoffman had one suggestion
which received instant consideration.

“Maybe,” he said, “the kid was
framed. Maybe somebody took ad-
vantage of the circumstances of his
buying that car to hang a murder rap
on him.”

This possibility seemed at least
plausible when, in the course of
further questioning, Harvey estab-
lished an alibi for himself for a good
part of the Thursday afternoon when
the murders occurred. ;

He had called for his mother at the
home of a friend, driving the new
Packard. He took her. to several
places and finally brought her home.

It seemed out of the question ‘that,
before picking her up, he could have
slain both Ausmus and Daugherty and
have buried the former and disposed
of the latter’s body in the river.

PURRED by the hope of solving the
S case by following this newest angle,
Lieutenant Norton uestioned
Church about enemies who might
have engineered the job.

The little fellow brightened at once.
“Why didn’t I think of. that before?”
he said. “Sure there are some guys
who'd like to see me get it. Not long
ago I worked as a strikebreaker
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slayer on the loose

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signature on the letter was needed—
was given to Griffin the following
day. Deputy Cannon was called in
after he had talked to Dolores’
grief-stricken husband. He reported

* that Dolores had an expensive wrist

watch which her husband had piven
her. The watch had not been found
in the room.

It was located in a Pawnshop.
Pawned, questioning revealed, by a
little Jap with a scar on his fore-
head—the same description as the
forger, Eddie Higashi and E. Hugish
—only the name was signed S. Akino.
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tified the signature as that of Eddie
Higashi.

might have dropped in, went hunting
for news of them. Their last move-
ments were traced to the Church
apartment shortly after two o’clock.

“I'd like a look at that Church
place,” suggested Sergeant Hanrahan.

‘I just have a hunch something hap-
pened there.”

The idea seemed preposterous.
Church was about 22, slim and slight,
weighing less than 130 pounds. Aus-
mus was_= short, stocky, muscular,
while Daugherty, over six feet tall,
weighed 250 pounds. Just how could
Church put anything over on those
two?

Various _ possibilities
gested but none stood up:

“Anyway, I’d like a look around,”
insisted Hanrahan stubbornly. “What
harm can it do?”

Church was due back in
some time ours the night. It was
now only six o’clock Saturday even-
ing. The investigation would be at a
standstill until he arrived.

“Well, have it your way,” Hanrahan
was told. “Take Farley with you and
8ive us a ring before midnight.”

With skeleton keys the two sleuths
let themselves into the Church apart-
ment. foie walked into a living
room, simply furnished, in perfect
order. Back of it were two bedrooms,
the larger one, the mother’s, the.
smaller, the son’s. Even though the
two had left at six that morning, the
beds were made, the rooms in order.
Even the breakfast dishes in the tiny
kitchen were neatly stacked, ready
to be put away on a shelf or used,

There wasn’t any sign of a struggle,
or the slightest upset. The closets,
too, were in apple pie order.

were sug-

Chicago

TRUE CRIME CASES

A warrant charging Higashi with
the murder of Dolores Naccarato was
issued at once. Every available
means was used to locate the elusive
little Jap. The county authorized the
printing of 25,000 circulars offering
a reward of $250 for information lead-
ing to his arrest, which were spread
from coast to coast, through Canada
and Mexico.

It was not’until late in the fall that
any trace of Higashi was found. Griffin
learned he had been working in a
cannery in Alaska, posing as a Fili-
pino, The officer rushed to Seattle, but
too late. Higashi had already arrived
on a cannery tender and disappeared.

Throughout the winter, Griffin
searched for the Jap murderer, a
menace at large. In the spring, he
set a trap which he felt would net
him his aleulve quarry. Griffin knew
that Higashi was probably holed up
in some yellow dive, living off the
money he had made in the cannery.
But he knew, too, that he would have
to seek work in the spring. Having
successfully posed as a Filipino in the

cannery, he would probably try it
again.

Griffin made arrangements with
every custom eee to be on the look-
out for Higashi. He su plied them
with pictures and a descr ption of the
murderer,

On April 8, 1937, he received a call
that Higashi had just boarded a can-
nery tender boat. Griffin flew to
Seattle and rushed out to the boat.

Higashi had disappeared as if b
magic. He was seen going aboar .
but he was not on it when Griffin
arrived. The boat was searched from
keel to mast. Griffin left, disap-
pointed. But not for long.

The following day a body was
dragged out of the bay. It was Eddie
Higashi. Like the other yellow Japs
across the Pacific, Higashi was cap-
able of striking with murder at a
defenseless woman, but when the law
closed in on him, he chose hara-kiri—
suicide—rather than face his medi-
cine,

(The name Jimmy Carstairs is ficti-
tious in order to protect the identity
of an innocent person.)

BINGE

From the kitchen, stairs led to the
basement. But the door opening to
the turning was locked, the only
locked door in the entire apartment.
The detectives decided they would
have a look below; and when they
found none of their keys would open
the door, they decided to unscrew
the hinges and: thus remove the door
from its fastenings.

crimson scene

Hanrahan was.the first to descend
those basement stairs. It looked like
one big room, its walls whitewashed,
the furnace at one end, with small
windows along the side up near the
ceiling. His hand groped for an elec-
tric switch as he reached the bottom,
but he found none. So he called back
to Farley, still in the kitchen.

“See if there’s a switch at the head
of these stairs. I forgot to look.”

Hanrahan could hear Farley come
to the back stairs door. A second later
the basement was flooded with light.
His eyes blinked in the sudden glare.
Spots seemed to flicker up and down
on the opposite wall-nearest the elec-
tric light. The odor of the room was
heavy with a peculiar sour odor that
seemed familiar to Hanrahan’s
twitching nose.

As he walked slowly across the
basement, he saw spots, daubs, and
smears of dried blood everywhere:
on walls, on a kitchen chair, and the
baseball bat he stumbled over had its
rounded end crusted with blood in
which were caught several short blond

airs.

Hanrahan made his way back to
the foot of the stairs and called to
Farley.

“Come on down. I've got a surprise
for you!” ;

Excitement lighted his face as he

CHICAGO’S FIEND ON A MURDER

(Continued from page 13)

watched the look of wonder spread
over Farley’s features when the latter
took in the bloody scene.

Together the two examined the
cellar thoroughly. In a corner they
found an axe, the edge of its blade
smeared with blood. Equally sig-
nificant was the finding of two hats
buried in the coal bin. In one was
= oo “B. F. D.”, in the other,

Was the body of Ausmus still in
that basement cellar?

They did a thorough job, shoveling
the coal from the bin, emptying an
old trunk, even removing a collection
of empty jelly jars from a:closet on
the chance that in the back might be
enough space to hide a body,

But the baseball bat, the axe and
the two hats were the only evidence.

Back upstairs again, Hanrahan put
in a call to Headquarters.

“The chief's sending a crew to rig
up searchlights outside,” he explaine
to Farley after hanging up. “We're
going to do a lot of digging hereabouts.

’m hoping we find Ausmus’ body.”

All through the night, the digging
kept on. -The basement floor was
first dug up with pick and shovel. But
except for its bloodstained surface
at one end, there were no returns.

gruesome discovery

Then the crew began work outside,
shoveling off the hard surface of the
driveway to the garage. But even in
the glare of the searchlight, Hanra-
han could find nothing that might be
tied up with the murder of Daugherty
and the missing Ausmus.

On the sidewalk stood curious
neighbors, not quite sure what it was
all about. For while Saturday’s even-
ing papers had carried a brief story
of the finding of Daugherty’s body,

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there had been no mention of Harvey
Church’s connection with the dead

man,

ps fel called for a rest, and small
boys volunteered to fetch pitchers of
coffee and sandwiches. All sat down
on the floor of the garage for a snack.

Only the old car stood in the gar-

age. The flooring was solid, packed
tight.
“Doesn't look as if any one had been
doing any digging here Sergeant,”
volunteered one of the pick: and shovel
crew. ‘

Hanrahan had to agree. There was
a layer of dust on the surface. And
the wheels of the old car stood in ruts
made undoubtedly from standing in
the same place so often.

But as he was staring at the car, he
got a feeling that something was
wrong with the “picture.” e got
up, took out his flashlight, and started
to give the car a closer inspection. He
opened the doors, looked inside. No
marks, Then he examined the wheels.
And suddenly the answer to that
“hunch” flashed through his head.
The right side of the car was lower
than the other. Barely more than
a half inch. But that was enough.

The others, noticing the grim look
on his face, stopped munching their
sandwiches, to follow him, wide-eyed.

For Sergeant Hanrahan was now
in action. e walked to where a pail
of water stood, egenin it up and car-
ried it back to the car.

“Watch me, boys!” he called.

With a sweep of his arm, he sloshed
a third of the pail under the left
side of the car, close to the wheels.

This water seemed to take its time
disappearing into the hard ground.

“Keep your eyes on me,” the ser-

eant warned. “This is important.”

gain he emptied a good amount of
the water, this time on the right side
of the machine, close to the wheels
that seemed a little deeper in the
earth.

And this time the water disap-
peared, one-two-three.

“Know what that means, boys?”
he called exultingly.

aoe did. Already, they had cram-
med the last bite of their sandwiches
into their mouths, grabbed picks and
shovels, and even as Hanrahan pushed
the car from its corner, the men
started to dig.

For the water that had seeped
through so uickly had shown them
that the’earth had been recently dis-
turbed. Because the dirt was so much
more loosely-packed here, the wheels
of the car had sunk lower. And be-
cause the earth had not yet had time
to harden, water had _ penetrated
quickly.

“Go slow, boys,” warned Hanrahan,
“that body isn’t buried deep. Who-
ever put it there, didn’t have much
time to dig a deep grave.”

He was right. Only a few inches
below the surface, the men began to
see the outlines of a body, face down-
ward in its shallow grave. More than
that, the head was bent at a peculiar
angle, so that it was folded under the
chest. Hanrahan got on his knees for
a look at the face.

“It's Ausmus, all right,” he said.

By the time the corpse was lifted
out, a telephone call had been put
through to Headquarters with a re-
quest for Coroner offman.

Within a half-hour, the coroner was
there. It didn’t seem possible to him

\t only one man had been involved

he murder. The death of Ausmus
been exceptionally brutal.

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“What do you mean by that?” de-
manded Hanrahan.

“Ausmus was buried alive,” an-
swered the coroner. “And that isn’t
all. When Ausmus was thrown into
this makeshift grave, it was found to
be too small for him. It wasn’t es
cnough. So his head was double
under his chest and someone stamped
on his neck, breaking it so the body
would lay flat. : j

“And Ausmus was still alive. Maybe
respiration had ceased. But his heart
continued to function for another five
or ten minutes.”

The body of Ausmus was taken to
the morgue. f

Sergeant Hanrahan joined the grim
group at Headquarters waiting for the
return of Harvey Church.

Had Church murdered both men?
How could the slim youth have over-
come those two heavyweights, Daugh-
erty and Ausmus? If he hadn’t, he
must know who had. And the de-
tectives were determined to make
Harvey Church talk.

interview suspect

It was barely three o’clock when
Harvey Church, driving the Packard,
drew up before Headquarters.

He was transferred to a patrol
wagon and driven to an undertaker’s
establishment. The place was locked.
And though the police were unable to
rouse any one inside, the decided
to get in anyway. They cou d explain
afterwards.

Two detectives took Church to a
room where the body of Daugherty
lay on a slab. A_ green light was
burning a short distance above the
head of the dead man.

“Look at him, Church!” urged a
detective. ‘He’s the man whose head
you beat with a baseball bat and then
threw into the Desplaines River.”

But Church wouldn’t look. He
closed his eyes, and pulled back.
Again and again he was told to look
at the battered face. But he refused
to talk, would not open his eyes.

“Let’s get going,” suddenly decided
the officers.

The officers accompanied Church to
his home.

The grave had been filled in, the

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“He heard it was visiting day, so

‘old car rolled back into place. To

Church, nothing was out of order.
Even as the car was being pushed
off, Church was handed a shovel.
“Dig here!” he was ordered, and a
detective outlined with his foot the
spot under which the body of Ausmus
had been found. f
Church’s forehead was damp. His
hands began to tremble. Suddenly
he spoke for the first time since the
excursion from Headquarters had
started. i
“I know what you’re doing,” he
shrieked. “You want me to dig until
I uncover the other—that Ausmus.”
The shovel was taken from his hand.
“You can go on digging, or—would
you rather talk?” anrahan urged.

cowering, cowardly killer

“p}] talk,” he said. “But I don’t
want to see his face.”

“You won't,” was the answer.
“That body’s at the morgue, already.”

In the house, Church, surrounded
by detectives, began his confession.

The two victims had returned with
him to the house about two o'clock,
for a drink and the cash payment.
He had wanted to separate the two,
so he had asked Ausmus to look again
at the engine which, he complained,
was making an unnecessary noise.

Ausmus had eres outside while
Church and Daugherty entered the
living room. In his pocket Church
had a revolver. As Daugherty stood
before him, Church took it out, called
to his guest, “Hands up.” Daugherty,
after a startled glance, raised his arms.

“Walk straight ahead!” Church had
ordered. When they got to the kitch-
en, Church opened the door to the
basement. stairs, and Daugherty
walked down.

There Church told him to stand,
facing the wall.

Then, putting down the revolver,
Church picked up the baseball bat and
slugged Daugherty on the head until
he fell. Then he battered the man’s
ace.

“He was dead?” asked Hanrahan.

Church nodded.

“Then I heard footsteps overhead.
It was Ausmus looking for us.

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manded.

Daugherty was a salesman for the
Chicago office of the Packard Auto-
mobile Company; Ausmus a demon-
strator for the same concern. On
Friday morning, September 9, they
had left the showroom to deliver a
car. Ausmus had phoned his office
around two that afternoon.

“I’d like to get more details,”
Hanrahan broke in. “Tell them I’m
coming to the office.”

“Everything we know of Daugh-
erty and Ausmus’ movements on
Friday is so open and above-board
that I doubt if we can spot anything
suspicious for you,” began the man-
ager of the Packard Agency.

During the week a Harvey W.
Church had come in several times
to look at cars. He was a young man
and told them he wanted a machine
for his father, a farmer.

Finally Church had decided on a
twin-six and asked to have it de-
liyered to him Friday morning.

“Was Church to pay by check, or
by cash?” interrupted Hanrahan.

“Cash,” the manager said. ‘Five
thousand four hundred dollars.”

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About one o’clock Daugherty had
phoned in. They were taking the car
to a repair shop for some minor ad-
justments.

“Have Ed meet us at the corner of
Madison and Kedzie, about two
o'clock,’ Daugherty went on.
“Church is going to draw his money
and take over the car. Ed can pick
us up then.”

Ed, another demonstrator, had
gone to keep this appointment.
About 2:45 Daugherty had phoned
again. It was taking them longer
than expected at the repair shop.
“If Ed calls up, tell him we’ll be late,
but we'll get there.”

Ed, sure enough, did call up a
little after three, and got this mes-
sage.

But when Ed returned to his car,
he found a card stuck in the wind-
shield.

“Ed, go on in. Everything O. K.
We'll be in later.” It was signed
“Daugherty”.

missing men honest

“Sure it was Daugherty’s signa-
ture?” asked Hanrahan.
It was. No one had been worried

until closing time came on Friday,
and neither Daugherty nor Ausmus
had showed up. They had tried to
reach Church at his home, but no
one had answered the phone. Satur-
day morning the office tried again.
But still no reply. And when calls
to the homes of Daugherty and Aus-
mus brought out that neither man
had returned for dinner the day be-
fore, the office manager decided to
get in touch with the Bureau of
Missing Persons.

“Mind you, we have complete
trust in our men,” the manager said
emphatically. “Whatever has hap-
pened, is no fault of theirs.”

“How many knew that Church
was to pay for the Packard that
day?” asked Hanrahan. “And did
they know payment was to be in
cash? Five thousand, four hun-
dred dollars in cash is a large sum
to be carrying in a pocket.”

“Any number of: persons might
know,” answered the manager. “Not
only here, but also many of his
friends.”

Of Church himself, the Packard
people knew little. He was a brake-

man and owned a two-family house.

on Fulton Street. His mother was
ill and was staying with him, the
better to get treatments. He was a
devoted son, it was apparent.

“Think I'll run out for a talk with
this Church,” decided Hanrahan.
“Want to come along, Farley?”

The little they had learned con-
cerning this Harvey Church sound-
ed all right, the detectives agreed.
Odd, though, that a brakeman would
be laying out $5,400 for an automo-
bile. And own his home here in
Chicago.

“Maybe his dad put up the money
for the car,’’ concluded Hanrahan.
“Didn't they tell us Church said he
was buying it for his father?”

The Church home was the lower
floor of a two-family apartment. In
the rear was a garage. The windows
were closed, the shades drawn.
Hanrahan could hear the bell tink-
ling as he pressed the button. But
no footsteps came to the door.

“IT guess no one’s home,” com-
mented Farley.

“Let’s have a look in back,” said
Hanrahan. And the two walked
down the sidewalk leading to the
garage. A small window at one end
was unshaded. Peering through,
Hanrahan saw a car standing close
to the garage door.

“But that isn’t the Packard. It
must be the old bus.”

A woman standing at a second
floor window called to them.

“The Churches left early this
morning for the farm,” she volun-
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showed the town where the father lived to be
about 200 miles north-west of Chicago. If Church
wasn’t driving too quickly, and he probably would
not be with a new car, he wouldn’t get there until
some time in the afternoon.

Telegrams were sent to a number of towns
through which Church might pass. A description
of the car and its occupants was given.

But these were only wild guesses. Chicago po-
lice waited tensely for word from Church. Then
came a long distance call.

“This is Harvey Church,” the caller announced.
“What's the matter?”

“We just want to ask you a few questions,”
Church was told. “Did you pay Daugherty in cash
for your new car?” .

“Yes. I had some Liberty Bonds I planned to
use, and I cashed them a few days ago. Yes, I’ve
got a receipt from Daugherty,” he answered to a
question.

Then Daugherty had had $5,400 on him when he
faced his murderer!

Daugherty and Ausmus had returned home with
him about two o’clock, said Church, after the
second visit to the repair station. He had already
handed the money over to them. And on his invi-
tation, they came back to the house for a drink.

After drinking some home-made beer, they left.

That was all he knew of their movements, he
said.

The Chicago police said they would very much
appreciate his co-operation, and gave him a bare
outline of the finding of Daugherty’s body in the
Desplaines River,

co-operation from auto purchaser

Harvey Church agreed to return to Chicago that
evening. e

The police were not waiting idly for his return,
however. A half-dozen rowboats were covering
the Desplaines River below the Lake Street bridge
hoping to find the body of Ausmus in the muddy
banks. But the current evidently had carried it
into Lake Michigan—if the body had been thrown
into the river along with Daugherty’s.

Still other detectives were trying to build up a
picture of the movements that Friday afternoon
of the two victims.

A neighbor on Fulton St. verified Church’s ac-
count that both men had returned to the house
with him shortly after two o’clock. The woman,
about to go to a movie, had been standing on her
doorstep as the new Packard drew up. She had
stood there a minute or two, admiring the car,
envying Mrs. Church her devoted son.

“She can’t walk very well,” explained the wo-
man. “He has to carry her out to the car—but he
tries to take her for a ride every day. I guess that’s
why he kept his old car, to use here.”

From other neighbors Sergeant Hanrahan got
an item-here, another there. About 2:30 Harvey
Church had come out of the house, drove off alone
in the new Packard, brought his mother and the
woman she evidently had been visiting back with
him. Another half-hour and Harvey Church was
seen getting into the car with the two women and
driving off. No one had noticed when he brought
his mother back.

So much for Friday. Another group of detec-
tives, armed with addresses of places where
Daugherty and Ausmus (Continued on page 55)

Strong men, accustomed to grisly sights, shuddered, grew
pale, when thelr spades revealed the horror buried in the
garage. Here Is a.closeup of the slayer's bloody handiwork,

His twisted, vicious mind executed one of the most dia-
bolical crimes on record, When his deeds were exposed,
the killer crumpled into a whimpering, cowering heap.

The slayer, who sent two decent, law-abiding men to un-
merciful deaths, is being led from the crimson scene. His
monotonous , protestations of Innacence were in vain.

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“You couldn’t have done that all by your-
self,” he objected. “A little egg like you,
wrestling two big guys around. I don’t
believe it.”

Church gazed around the room. He mo-
tioned to Sergeant Billy McCarthy, a de-
tective who stood six feet tall and weighed
upward of 200 pounds. “Come here,” the
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stepped forward. “Now give me a set of
cuffs,” Church requested, and a pair was
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the big man around. The handcuffs clicked
on the detective’s wrists, and he stood help-
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seemed to the astonished watchers, little
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shoulder and strode around the room.

“You satisfied now?” he grinned at the
coroner, setting McCarthy -back on his feet.
Later he reenacted the crime at his home,
in the basement and in the garage,

He was allowed to see his mother. When
he told her of his crimes, she fainted.
Upon revival she urged her son to pray
—to peer for forgiveness and mercy. He
took little stock in prayer, he assured her.

Although his relatives claimed the
youth was “not quite right”—as a result
of a fall on his head while still a small
boy—Church was speedily convicted and
sentenced to the gallows.

Sitting in his death cell, Harvey boasted
to the guards that while they might be
present at the scaffold early in the morn-
ing of March 4, 1922, about seven months
after the double murder, he most assuredly
would not be.

“It’s going to be a swell necktie party,”
he boasted, “with the only person absent
being the guest of honor—me.”

Of course he was wrong about that, but
not entirely so. Some days before he was
to mount the dread 13 steps, Harvey
Church hypnotized himself.

Jail and police officials were skeptical
until half a dozen physicians made what
seemed absolute _ tests. They lighted
matches and held the flames against his
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“Repeat the words which Jesus Christ
taught us to say—‘Our Father, Who art in
Heaven... .’”

But the minister got no response. Har-
vey Church lay upon the rough blanket
like one already dead. Two deputies en-
tered his cell, bound his arms, lifted him
into a plain wooden chair and hoisted the
chair to their shoulders,

With his head sagging upon his chest
and his noe — in the chair, Church
was carried up e scaffold. The chair
was placed on the trap, the black hood
and the noose adjusted. :

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had a last word, but there was no reply.
The trapdoor opened. The chair rattled
on the floor. The rope snapped taut, and
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unable to understand the charges presented against him, the ©

report says.

Another psychiatrist takes a different view in his report.
He says the man is shamming, that he is pretending mental
illness in a desperate effort to escape punishment.

The problem is in your lap. You have the final decision. If
you say so, the homicide case against him will be dropped.
He'll go to an institution where, after a certain time, he sud-
denly might make a total recovery and be sent back to so-
ciety. Or, if you say he’s normal, he’ll go to trial and most
likely end up in the electric chair.

He’s chewing on his necktie now. Mechanically, he answers
your questions about his name, address, family, schooling,
friends, and so on. This gives you a chance to grade his in-
telligence without making him conscious of what you are
doing.

Just then the bothersome fly buzzes by and settles on the
floor. The man’s eyes glint. This is what he’s been waiting
for. He dives to the floor, flailing wildly at the insect.

His hysterical scream brings the guards from outside the
door. They restrain him as another psychiatrist enters.

You mop your forehead and say: “This man is a complete
lunatic, ’'ve never seen a prisoner this obviously insane. He
should be institutionalized immediately!”

You keep your back turned to the prisoner who has been
forced back into his seat by the guards. You wait, but he
sits there docilely, listening to your analysis of his mental
limitations. He couldn’t care less about how much you tear
him down.

You smile at your colleague. You both know the answer.

He’s a 14-karat phony. .

The prisoner made a mistake. He acted crazy in a sensible
way. A psychotic wouldn’t do that.

_ The man should have tossed another tantrum in horror of
what you were saying. If he were really crazy, he would
know he wasn’t crazy, that it was you and the rest of the

world that was nuts. :

As a prominent medico-legal authority once put it:

“Prisoners seldom want to plead insanity. They suffer, as
a rule, from an exaggerated ego, and want to pose as heroes
_.. A really insane person makes an effort to hide his insan-
ity when in the presence of others ... the fakers overact
before examiners and in court, and drop the role when they
imagine that they are unobserved.”

You have this faker as good as done to a turn.

EACH year, hundreds of criminals try to beat the rap the
crazy way, feigning insanity. What ensues is a deadly
serious game of cat-and-mouse. Do many criminals win out?

Says one leading expert: “Despite the many years I have
devoted to studying and examining all phases of insanity,
I’m certain that I, myself, could never fake it successfully
enough to withstand the tests of experts. The fact is, definite
insanity has such a distinct outline of symptoms that when a
criminal attempts to simulate them, he is sure to make a
farce of the masquerade.”

Nowhere are the efforts to fake insanity more desperate
and ingenious than in the Death House. The late warden of
Sing Sing, Lewis E. Lawes, once enumerated some of the
fantastic lengths to which condemned men will go to try to
evade their date with death: The state obligingly takes the
view that it cannot execute a man who has become insane
even if he were sane at the time of his conviction.

One man whom Lawes recalled succeeded in tying together
several threads from his shirts so that they formed a flimsy
noose. Then he went on a hunger strike for a couple of days,

explaining with straight face that he wanted to lose some
weight so that the thread wouldn’t break when he hanged
himself. Another condemned man literally “went ape,” hang-
ing from his cell bars like a monkey and grunting. He would
stick out his hand to the guards and ask for peanuts and de-
manded over and over that whoever took his tail must re-
turn it immediately. Several other prisoners at Sing Sing
tried to feign insanity by falling into total silence, refusing
to say a word for days or even months at a time.

The champion of them all was a prisoner who tried just
about every trick in the book. He’d take his food and pour
it over his head. He’d bang his head into the cell wall, con-
stantly. Finally, however, the evening of his execution came
and the condemned man gave up hoping for a reprieve. He
went to his death normally and bravely.

“I’m sorry for the trouble I caused you, warden,” he said.
“But it was my life and worth the try.”

eqtym Sfeatey SHOUNHO

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SINCE criminals are generally of a type which instinctively
detests playing insane, why do they do it?

Very often the suggestion comes from members of their
family who ask them to plead insanity as a last forlorn hope.

One of the wildest attempts of this sort involved the so- tJ
called “Mad Dog Killers.” re)

One January day, two men walked into the elevator of a 95
busy New York City office building and killed an elderly 5Q
messenger while robbing him of a $649 payroll. As the pair
fled through the streets, one of them was shot in the leg by @
a traffic policeman. When the officer bent over his wounded
quarry, the crook rolled over and shot him.

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Both killers were badly beaten by an angry crowd before
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ward of Bellevue Hospital There, they were identified as
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had long criminal records. we

When Tony was arraigned in court a few days later, he
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ly turned himself into a statue, standing for extended pe-
riods on one leg with an arm held out stiff as a par-
allel to the floor. Once in a while, Tony would break his
silence to ask for a hard-boiled egg. Given it, he would use
the egg as a ball and roll it along the floor with his nose.

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Still he got no answer.

“Look, kid,” the inspector argued. “You
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Why did you kill Daugherty and Ausmus?”

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“Then why did you confess?”

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afternoon when the two auto salesmen.

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Church shrugged.

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oung man in the chair before him, “tell
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“T . , ) shot... Lincoln,” came the
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“Now laugh!”

Parisi began to chuckle.

“Cry!”

Tears welled in Parisi’s eyes.

“There!” Church turned to the officers.
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IKE many another newspaper man, I
bout the field to try my hand at some-
thing else—specifically to start the first of
the fact-detective magazines. That was
hgck in the middle ’20s, when Chicago was
enthroned as the “Crime Capital of the
World.”

As editor of a fact-detective magazine
| continued to meet crooks and criminals, .
though in a somewhat different way. Be-
fore, | had wanted to get their stories for
my newspaper. Now they wanted to sell
their stories to my publication.

They not only called at my 6ffice; they
also visited in my home. One midwinter
night Frank H. Thompson, ex-convict,
safecracker, rumrunner, hijacker, and all-
around gangster, telephoned to say he was
on his way to my apartment on Lake
Shore Drive. He hung up before I could
say yes or no. ;

Now it so happened that Thompson was
pretty hot in Chicago at that time, and —
on this particular evening I had an ap-
pointment with a Chicago police detective
who was anxious to lay his hands on the
guy. For a few minutes I was in a cold
sweat. If these two should meet in my
apartment—and it seemed certain they
would+-nobody could tell what might
happen.

Luckily the detective phoned he. would
be unable to keep our date, due to a big
murder case that had just broken. Even
so, | was in for another high-pressure
moment.

Thompson, who had driven in from
Rockford, arrived about midnight, drove
around the block, carefully casing the
place, then parked his car down the street

“CARL Wanderer made a sucker of me.”

Baird said. “The hangman never did a
better job than upon this phony hero.”

and came up to my quarters. He left his
guns in the car, or said he did, but I have
reason to believe he carried a spare un-
der his armpit. —

‘He came in with a sharp, searching
glance about the rooms, and sat in a chair
with his back to the wall. He was a
broad-shouldered, muscular fellow, rather
handsome and quietly dressed. He looked
as if he might be a prosperous hardware
merchant.
often noticed about gangsters—they rarely
look like gangsters.

I mixed a drink for him, and then—
foolishly, I must admit—I chanced to re-
mark that a detective hunting him had
planned to be there that night. —

Instantly Thompson leaped to his feet,
his hand snaking toward his armpit. Was
this a trap? he wanted to know. Was I
trying to put him on the spot?

“IT assured him he had nothing to fear,
and told him he could search the apart-
ment if he liked.

Satisfied, he settled back in his chair,
and we enjoyed a cozy conversation on
the fine art of murder. His racket, as I
already knew, was selling guns to mobs,
and he had some entertaining revelations
to make.

His complete story duly appeared in my
magazine, leading off thus:

“T am the man who sells machineguns
to gangsters. For many years now I have
supplied. Chicago gangdom not only with
machineguns, but with revolvers, pistols,
sawed-off shotguns, bombs, tear gas guns,
and other death-dealing devices used in
‘the war against organized society.

“I sold the first machinegun used by a
Chicago gang; and I believe I sold the
last one.*. . .”

The guy, you sed, was nothing but a
shrinking violet !

That was the heyday of mob terrorism,
and I played it strong in the magazine;
so strong that many of our readers thought
we weré putting’ it on too thick, and made

no bones about telling me so in sarcastic

letters, _

One day in mid-February, 1929,‘an out-
of-town visitor sat in my office.

“You can’t make me believe there’s as

RED-HAIRED Tommy O'Connor lammed
out of the Cook County jail and into a play,
The Front Page. He never was nabbed.

That’s one peculiarity I’ve ©

much bloodshed ‘in Chicago as you
claim,” he challenged. “I’ve been here
for a week now, and I haven’t even heard

a shot; .:. : rg :
Just at that moment my assistant burst

_ explosively into the 6ffice.

“Chief, there’s murder up the street AY
whole crowd of hoodlums shot! There

_are bodies lying all over the place! It’s

the damndest sight you ever saw !”

It was the St. Valentine’s Day mas-
sacre, in which seven members of “Bugs”
Moran’s mob were lined up against a-
brick wall and mowed down with a ma-
chinegun. It happened in the Moran
stronghold in North Clark Street, only a
few minutes’ walk from my office, while

‘my out-of-town visitor sat there assuring

me there wasn’t much bloodshed in
Chicago. .

The slaughter was generally attributed
to Al Capone, who was: Moran’s compett-
tor in the liquor racket, but others held
different views on that.

One thing seemed definitely established.
The seven men were killed with 4 ma-
chinegun sold by Thompson.

“And I didn’t deal that cannon off to
Capone,” the mobster told me. “It went
to Moran.”

As Thompson figured it, the assassins
barged into Bugs’ stronghold, and then
got Moran’s typewriter and neatly X’d.
out all seven.

HERE was plenty of dirt in those days,

and I went in for exposing everything
I could find out. Our pages dripped with
horror and righteous wrath.

This kind of crusade attracted all sorts
of pious frauds, to whom a refreshing con--
trast was a case-hardened con man who
had a real story to tell. He was built like
a heavyweight pug, with a cynical droop
to his lip and a derisive leer in his eye,
and with no illusions about life. He be-
lieved everybody was ‘crooked, including
himself, and no one could tell him differ-
ent.

He had been associated with “Yellow
Kid” Weil till the Kid double*crossed him
(so he said), and now here he-was in
my office ready to tell—for a cash con-
sideration—all he knew about Weil and
his mob. ,

His story appeared in my magazihe un-
der the title The Secrets of “Yellow Kid”
Weil, and it described in elaborate detail
how he and the Kid and Fred Buckmin-
ster had taken a Michigan. millionaire for
15 grand. : ween
The story gave the lowdown on how
a con mob operates, and it should have
served ‘a warning to other prospective
dupes, but unfortunately it didn’t. At this
very moment, the police tell me, there are
more confidence games operating than
ever before—and more suckers to fall for
them: Re

I never could learn the real name of t
brawny con man who “told all.”. I don’t
know it to this day. . :

The name signed to his story was Mort ,
King, but that, of course, was a pseudo-
nym. He once told mé his right name was ~
George Munroe, but I suspect that was
another phony, %

When I pressed him on this point he
countered, “What does it matter? Just
call me George.” ; gage

He’d used so many aliases he probably
wasn’t sure (Continued on page 45)


of the required legal warning that anything he

said could be used against him.

He wet his lips with his tongue, rubbed his
hand through his hair again, and sighed. A
slight shiver seemed to pass through him.

“Yes,” he said, looking squarely at me,
“I'd like to tell you”.

In the beginning he spoke of coming down
to Elko from W: ashington, of committing the
burglary there, of giving the bracelet to the
schoolgirl, and of fleeing later to Reno.

I avoided any immediate mention of Mrs.
Voss’ murder. .

“How many burglaries did you commit in
Reno?” I asked.

“I really don’t know,” he replied.

“State the number. Three—four—4ive
You remember the jobs at 805
Street and 7 Winters Street?”

“Ves,”

“Do you remember going into a residence
at 11 Bell Street the night of September 16?
You cut the bedroom screen and used a
jimmy to open the window, and obtained from
that residence a pair of Nunn Busch. shoes, a
Parker pen, a string of pearls, a Smith and
Wesson, .32-caliber revolver. Do you remem-
ber that?”

"Yes, Sir %

“Do you remember getting a Howard
watch in this particular burglary also?”

The prisoner frowned. “I don’t think so.
Imight.., .”

-“Now tell us about this last burglary, Paul,
as to just what transpired from the time you
went in through the bedroom window until
you came out.”

“What one was that?”

“That is the burglary in which’ you struck
Mrs. Voss over the head with a pinchbar
and shot her with a .32 revolver.”

“I was inside the bedroom. . .” He choked
and his voice weakened.

“Talk loud and slow,” I said, “and tell
everything just as it happened.” *

_ Paul Skaug nodded, wet his lips again. “I
got the stuff and then this lady came home.
I didn’t get a chance to get through the win-
dow. She started screaming, and I got ex-
cited and hit her over the head with the
barrel of the gun. I guess that is how the
gun went off. I went through the back door

Humbolt

_ and went down the street by the river and

followed it back to town.”

The killer went on to tell of leaving Reno
the following day, and of hitch-hiking to Los
Angeles, where he pawned part of the loot.
Then he described his wanderings north to
Fresno, and admitted shooting the druggist.

“I asked him for his money,” said the
prisoner, “and he wouldn’t give it to me. He
told me to come and get it, and I started
walking around the counter. He picked up a
box and threw it at me. I don’t know if he
hit me or not.

“Then he picked up another one and
busted it over my head, and I got mad over
that. I really don’t know what happened. I
guess I shot him.”

“Paul, you know in your own mind that it
is wrong to do the things you have just re-
lated, is that not so?”

“Yes, sir.”

Thus our search for the prowling killer
ended. The following day Skaug reaffirmed
for Fresno police his confession of the shoot-
ing of Tashjian. Luckily the druggist will
recover, The youth waived extradition and
accompanied us back to Reno.

I immediately turned all my information
In the case over to District Attorney Melvin
E. Jepson of Washoe County, including the
youth’s signed confession. Jepson personally
(uestioned Skaug in the jail and on two occa-
— the Wisconsin youth repeated in detail
‘ow he murdered Mrs. Voss.
th I couldn’t stand her screaming,” he told
ti Z district attorney. “I hit her four or five

©5, and then hit her some more while she
Was down,” ;
Curiously, the killer denied striking “his

victim with the jimmy. Yet the autopsy re-
vealed no powder burns on her clothing or
flesh which surely would have been the case
: gg gun had fired while being used as a
club.

“I never expected to be picked up for this
job,” Skaug told Jepson. “When they caught
me I thought it was for the F resno shoot-
ne

But Paul Maynard Skaug now is sitting
alone and trembling in a jail cell in a city
known the world over as a gambling town.

The Wisconsin youngster gambled in Reno,’

too. In the parlance of the gay Casinos where
the clink of silver dollars and the rattle of
dice is Dame Fortune’s own sweet music,
Paul Maynard Skaug staked his life against
a night’s prowling—and he threw craps.

The lethal gas chamber of Nevada State
Prison is but a 20-minute ride from Reno.
District Attorney Jepson will soon ask a
jury in district court to send Skaug on that
short journey to his death to expiate the
brutal murder of Mrs. Voss,

Epitor’s Nore: To Spare possible embar-
rassment to innocent persons, the names
Elbert. Moyer (alias Homer Thompson),
Rocco Sebastian and Jack Leighton, used in
this story, are not real but fictitious.

¥

Murder is
My Business

(Continued from page 23)

of his right name himself.

He had a disconcerting habit of appearing
at unexpected moments. I would look up from
my desk, and there he would be “bulking in
front of me, his whacking form encased in
a stylish suit, an expensive hat cocked on
his head, his mouth twisted in a crooked

rin:

Y He was usually there for a touch—“T need
another C”— and it had to be in cash. He
wouldn’t accept a check. When we paid him
for his story, we had to shell out currency:
Checks, he reminded me, provided a written
record of a transaction, and he would have
none of them.

One night when I was throwing a party at
the Barbizon Plaza Hotel in New York, I
was amazed to see the~ thumping George, in
correct evening attire, mingling with my
guests and making himself right at home.
I hadn’t supposed he was within a thousand
miles of us!

Another party was going on down the hall,
and he looked in on that for a moment—
and came back with a boutonniere. He had
purloined it, just to keep his, hand in prac-
tice.

A clever rogue, this George, and you
couldn’t help liking the guy, for all his pec-
cadillos. He could have made a decent living
in any legitimate line, but when I queried
him as to why he didn’t go straight, he an-
swered pityingly, “You're asking me that is
like my asking you why you don’t go in for
burglary.” x

That was his philosophy, and nothing could
change it.

You might suppose that, knowing men like
George, and likewise acquainted with police
officials, I would be crossed off the con men’s
sucker lists and not particularly susceptible
to arrest. The fact is I was once singled
out as the victim for one of the oldest con-
fidence games, the Spanish Prisoner racket,
and I was arrested and thrown in jail by the
mayor of Zion, Ill., (where they believe the

earth is flat) because his honor believed I
had libeled him..

These events led to hilarious adventure, but

both must wait, along with other matters, for
future narration. \

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her with a .32 revolver.”

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where he pawned part of the loot.
described his wanderings north to
nd admitted shooting the druggist.

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threw it at me. I don’t know if he

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he following day Skaug reaffirmed

© police his confession of the shoot-
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The youth waived extradition and

tied us back to Reno.

‘diately turned all my information
r to District Attorney Melvin
Vashoe County, including the

..~.. Confession. Jepson personally

‘| Skaug in the jail and on two occa-

Wisconsin youth repeated in detail

ourdered Mrs. Voss.

idn’t stand her screaming,” he told

‘ct attorney. “I hit her four or five

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sly, the killer denied striking “his

-yictim with the jimmy. Yet the autopsy re-

vealed no powder burns on her clothing or
flesh which surely would have been the case
if gun had fired while being used as a
club.

“I never expected to be picked up for this
job,” Skaug told Jepson. “When they caught
me I thought it was for the Fresno shoot-
WE
But Paul Maynard Skaug now is sitting
alone and trembling in a jail cell in a city
known the world over as a gambling town.
The Wisconsin youngster gambled in Reno,’

-too. In the parlance of the gay casinos where

the clink of silver dollars and the rattle of
dice is Dame Fortune’s own sweet music,
Paul Maynard Skaug staked his life against
a night’s prowling—and he threw craps.

The lethal gas chamber of Nevada State
Prison is but a 20-minute ride from Reno.
District Attorney Jepson will soon ask a
jury in district court to send Skaug on that
short journey to his death to expiate the
brutal murder of Mrs. Voss.

Epitor’s Note: To spare possible embar-
rassment to tmnocent persons, the names
Elbert, Moyer (alias Homer Thompson),
Rocco Sebastian and Jack Leighton, used in
this story, are not real but fictitious.

Murder is
My Business

(Continued from page 23)

¥

of his right name himself.

He had a disconcerting habit of appearing
at unexpected moments. I would look up from
my desk, and there he would be*bulking in
front of me, his whacking form encased in
a stylish suit, an expensive hat cocked on
his head, his mouth twisted in a crooked

rin:

‘ He was usually there for a touch—“I need
another C’— and it had to be in cash. He
wouldn’t accept a check. When we paid him
for his story, we had to shell out currency:
Checks, he reminded me, provided a written
record of a transaction, and he would have
none of them.

One night when I. was throwing a party at
the Barbizon Plaza Hotel in New York, I
was amazed to see the-thumping George, in
correct evening attire, mingling with my
guests and making himself right at home.
I hadn’t supposed he was within a thousand
miles of us!

Another party was going on down the hall,
and he looked in on that for a moment—
and came back with a boutonniere. He had
purloined it, just to keep his, hand in prac-
tice.

A clever rogue, this George, and you
couldn’t help liking the guy, for all his pec-
cadillos. He could have made a decent living
in any legitimate line, but when I queried
him as to why he didn’t go straight, he an-
swered pityingly, “You're asking me that is
like my asking you why you don’t go in for

burglary.” dé
That was his philosophy, and nothing could
change it.

You might suppose that, knowing men like
George, and likewise acquainted with police
officials, I would be crossed off the con men’s
sucker lists and not particularly susceptible
to arrest. The fact is I was once singled
out as the victim for one of the oldest con-
fidence games, the Spanish Prisoner racket,
and I was arrested and thrown in jail by the
mayor of Zion, Ill., (where they believe the
earth is flat) because his honor believed I
had libeled him.

These events led to hilarious adventure, but
both must wait, along with other_matters. for
future narration. :

Once you’ve smoked a Kaywoodie, you know
the fine distinctive flavor of it, just as you'll
never forget the fragrance of a field of fresh
clover in bloom, back home.: The particular
goodness of these Kaywoodie Pipes comes
from (1) the Kaywoodie Briar, world’s finest
pipe-burl (from Mediterranean Sea _ region)

“which remains cool and smokes sweet at all

times (2) the deft fashioning which provides a
proper bore for drait and combustion (3) the
accomplished finishing of the pipe which keeps
it free of foreign substances that might inter-
fere with the flavor of your smoke. A
Kaywocdie is always the same good agreeable
companion, leist:rely and welcome whatever
your mood.—If yuu’ve been unable to find
Kaywoodies lately, it’> >secause of great de

mand by the Armed Forces. We’re sure you’li
agree that we must serve our fighters, first!

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CIUCCI, Vincent, wh, elec Chicago, IL, March 22, 1962

[TRIBUNE Photo]

Vincent Ciucci in Criminal court building lockup
after jury imposed 45 year penalty in slaying of daughter.


s

eo

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- aceepts the.report as evidence,

- mended the sentence, imposed

tion ‘fora new trial.

de
‘slept tin the npc was
awakened by the fire that fol-
lowed, The state’s star witness,
at the - first: trial was Carol]
Amora, 20, who named Ciucci
as the father of. her daughter,
Rose Francene, born. last Aug. |.

olUGCI WILL 60
‘ON TRIAL TODAY
FOR 20 KILLING

* May. Face Fight.

ae

Sind ‘Ciucei, 27, who is
under. a20 year prison sen-
tence’ on’ ‘one murder charge,

. faces: ‘trial today on a second

murden. “charge in’ the fatal
shootings of his wife: and three
children intheir grocery-apart-

‘ment at Bu Harrison st. last

Dec. 5..
This: time: the state will bol:
ster its demand for the electric

-chair’ by: dffering a report anal-

yzing the ‘lie. detector test made
at! Ciucci’s demand, on’ July: 8:
The ‘report’ concluded ‘that
Ciucci lied when he protested
that he’ wads innocent of the
slayings and of starting. the
fire that followed.

f ' Legal Battle Seen

‘Tho Thomas Gerber, court
appointed , defense ‘attorney,
who filed Ciucci’ s petition for
the test, agreed in. advance to
let’ the report go into the trial
record, the state is prepared
for a battle over admissibility
which may have to go to the!
Illinois Supreme court. :

If Judge Richard B. Austin

Assistant State’s Atty. Joseph
V. McGovern said, it will be
the first time it has been done’
in “an Illinois criminal trial,
and‘the third time:it. has: been
done anywhere in the United:
States.

McGovern, co-prosecutor . of
the case with Sam , Papanek,
assistant state’s. attorney, said
lie ‘detector tests have, been,ad-
mitted in evidence in two cases
in other states—one involving
assault to murder, the other a
sex offense against“ child. In
neither of these cases, he said,
did‘the defense object. _.

Giucci was.-convicted. ofthe
murder of. his wife, Anne, 28,
on March 18; The jury of: six’
women and six men recom-

by Judge John, T, Dempsey on.
May of after h he denied a mo-

Trial in- Daughter’s Death
PD ris “Austin was ania

4, and said he told her he
would find a way. to marry her.
Ciucci’s lie detector test,

‘given by John Reid, head of
‘a private laboratory, was with-
out precedent in Cook county

courts. Reid’s report said the
various clinical records indi-

seated Ciucci tried to “beat”
‘the lie detector: by controlled
breathing.

‘ls Detector Ev Evidence|


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AX Metin

| Ciucci Trial
Opens; State
to Ask Death

|
1
|
| Vincent Ciucci, 28, accused
| of fatally shooting his wife and
/{hree children last Dec. 5 and
| then setting fire to the family’s
;combination grocery and liy-
[ing quarters.in an attempt to
;conceal his crimes, will con-
itend he arrived home only a
(cw minutes before the fire
| was discovered, it was disclosed
/ yesterday. ,
| ‘Thaddeus Toudor, one of
Hhree defense attorneys, re-
vealed this in his opening state-
jfvents to the jury of six men
|#0c six women before Judge
John T. Dempsey in Criminal
court. Ciucci is being tried ae
first on a charge of murdering away from the fire.
his wife, Anne, 28. State Outlines Evidence :
The state will contend he Ciucci, wearing a ce ola
wes in the building at 3101 suit, white shirt, ry aol fave’
Harrison st. for several hours sat with ee ae "hands
before the fire was discovered. nervously baci Penance,
The state will introduce state- my) eure “itate’s attorney, out-
ments attributed to Ciucci by i the circumstantial evi-
investigators during question-

dence he said should prove |
ing shortly after the tragedy, Ciucci’s guilt and send him to
Defense Outlines Plans

tric chair.

te ae the state would show

Toudor told the jury the de- that about 10:30 p. m. Dec. 4,

fense will show thru a state a few hours before discovery

Witness that a man was seen of the fire, the store was closed

‘|running away from the fire. and securely locked; that Ciucci
The defense also will show, he
Said, that Miss Carol Amora,

sat’ in the kitchen smoking,
drinking coffee, and reading a
20, of 1264 Lexington st., with
whom Ciucci had been carry-

comic book, and that about
ing on an affair, “pursued a

12:30 a. m. he had a conversa- |
‘tion with his. wife.

course of intimidation in fol-

lowing him” and that her rela-|:

Rifle Put in Closet .
| ‘The state will show, he said,
tives and boy friends had
threatened him.

{ \that only Ciucci could have
. ]
The defense, Toudor said, |
\

CIUCCI. TRIAL
BEGINS; STATE
-TO SEEK. DEATH

He Changes Story of
Fatal Evening
[Continued from first page]

Amora] tried to take him from
his family with money, o>,
mance, and stolen cigarets in

is place of business.” :
athe only reference by Tou-
dor to the mystery man was,
“A state witness will testify
that he saw a man running

now =e

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| shot his wife and three
ction Vincent, 9; Virginia,
8, and Angelina, 4—and then,
Selig te ieet hit heen dismantled the .22 caliber rifle
bowling and drinking and ar. and placed it in a closet.
i|Tived home shortly before 2
a: m., just before the fire was ]
discovered. F

The first two state witnesses
were Anthony Riccobene, 43,,
of 3044 Harrison st., a barber,

dressed, sat in a chair, and

Then he found the place was
burning.

First to Call for Help

“We are going to prove that
he was the first one to yell fire,
that he suffered burns and
bruises, that he. did his best
to try to rescue his wife and
three children, and that. he
himself was overcome by
smoke,” Toudor said.
‘Toudor also assailed Miss |.
Amora, who has said Ciucci is
the father of her infant daugh-
ter. She is scheduled to be a
star wilness for the state.
“She had been pursuing Ci-|,
ucci,” Toudor said, “ and he},
was enamored of her, as any |«
young man would be, because {
she is not only beautiful but i
she has connections, ‘
“She pursued her cause and j
used all kinds of means to get},
Ciucci back. From time to
time, we will show, Ciucci re- 1
ceived ‘ ireats from her broth- }
ers 0: oy friends. She was :
work i and she knew) men!:

—

Ciucci had some drinks, un-|;

began reading comic books, |;
Toudor said. He fell asleep and|.
was awakened by an explosion. ;

ne of two men who broke
dori thé front door and pulled
out Ciucci, and Michael Turco,
38, of 5214 Crystal st., brother
of Mrs. Ciucci, who gave the
grocery to Mrs. Ciucci in July,
1953.

“Ip IBUN E


.,Tetold the story of her love.
» affair with Vincent Ciucci, 28, |

GIRL, ON STAND
ATTRIAL, TELLS
LOVE FOR clUce

~ Says Slayer Is Father
; of Her Child

Carol Amora, 21, yesterday

who has been convicted of,

” slaying his wife, Ain, 28, and |
‘. now is on trial for murder of |
“one of their three children. |

The four bodies, shot in the |

‘ head, were found in the fire ,

swept ruins of the Ciucci Br0- |
cery and apartment at 3101)
Harrison st. last Dec. 5. Ciucci
received a 20 year sentence for
the murder of his wife. In the
present trial he is accused of
slaying his daughter, Ange-
line, 4.

Miss Amora, who claims Ci-|.

ucci is the father of her daugh-
ter, Rose Francine, born last
Aug. 4, was taken step by step

. thru the romance’ by Samuel

Papanek, assistant state’s at-

- torney. She testified Ciucci

dpld her repeatedly he would

marry her and that she had

given him $1,300 out of a
$2,250 inheritance’ from her
father.
Tells of Meeting Him

The raven haired brunette,
who lives with her sister and
daughter at 1264 Lexington
av., took the witness stand in
Judge . Richard B. Austin’s
Criminal courtroom. She wore
a black dress with white trim-

" Ining at the neck and sleeves.

She told of meeting Ciucci
in a night club in 1951 and
dating him for six months be-
fore he told her about his wife
and three children. She re-
fused to see him for a month
and a half, she said, but later
he began going with her again

, and promised to get a divorce

and marry her. They lived to-
gether in her home and in a
hotel, she testified.

In November, 1953, she
said, Ciucci told her he had

. the divorce and they celebrat-

ed. On Dec. 1, four days before
the slayings, she accused him
of lying about the divorce. He
told her to look for an apart-

‘ment and said he would, too,

she related.

Tells Talks with Wife

On cross-examination | by
William Gerber, Ciucci’s attor-
ney, Miss Amora admitted she
had talked to Mrs. Ciucci sev-
eral times and that once, in
June,. 1952, Mrs. Ciucci asked
her why she didn’t leave Ciucci
alone. '

“T told her I was not bother-
ing him; he was bothering me,”
she testified.

On another occasion, she
said, Mrs. Ciucci telephoned
to her saying she heard she
was pregnant.

“TI said yes,” she testified.
“She said she felt sorry for
me but there was nothing she

. could do.”

“Despite all this you lived
sinfully with him [Ciucci]
knowing he was married and
had children?” Gerber asked.

“What was so ‘sinfull’ about
it?” Miss Amora retorted.

and her children?” Gerber|]

asked. :
“No, I did not,” she retorted.

Shouts Her Denial

“That was the only way you
could get. your man, wasn’t
it?” Gerber demanded.

Miss Amora shouted: “ That’s
not true!” .

Judge Austin ordered the
last exchange stricken from
the record on a motion from
the state.

Dr. Jerry Kearns, coronor’s
pathologist, then took the stand
to give medical evidence about
the autopsies and cause of
death. The state is expected
to close its case with testimony
about a lie detector test Ciucci
is said to have failed.

Gerber ended his cross-ex-

amination:

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Denies Ciucci

Fled Flames
to Get Help

Charles Fellows, 48, of 4848
Evans av., a truck driver, testi-
fied yesterday in the: murder
trial of Vincent Ciucci, 27, that
he helped pull Ciucci from the
latter’s burning grocery at
3101 Harrison st. Dec. 5.

After the fire, the charred
bodies of Mrs. Ann Ciucci, 28,
and her three children, Vir-
ginia, 8, Vincent Jr., 9, and
Angeline, 4, were found in the
ruins. All had been shot in the
head. Ciucci is being tried for
the murder of his wife.

Crouches Inside Door
The defense has contended

“|that Ciucci, awakened by
~|flames in the combination gro-

cery. and residence, ran out

“| tention.

He said Ciucci was crouched

‘linside the front door of the

Store, and that he reached in

‘}and pulled him out.
| The case is being heard be- |

‘fore-a jury of six men and six
‘women before Judge John. T.
Dempsey in. Criminal court,

biciariel We

4 Crowd Packs Court

An overflow crowd packed
the courtroom to hear the tes-
timony,
_ Fire Capt. James Conte, 34,
of 834 S. Oakley blvd., in com-
‘mand of engine company 66,

‘told of arriving at the fire and |.

"| of seeing a body on the floor

| by looking thru a side door. He!

* said firemen were unable to
“| remove the body, that of Mrs.
| Ciucci, immediately because of
-| flames.

On cross- examination, he said

' that he had concluded that the

blaze was not a flash fire. |

shouting for help. Fellows’ tes-|
‘|timony conhtroverted this con-|:


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CASE OF THE LIPSTICK KILLER

(MD May, 1960)

For seventeen months Elmo Smith, 42,
paroled sex offender, convicted and
sentenced to die for the rape-murder of
a 16-year-old Manayunk, Pennsylvania,
schoolgirl, managed to stave off his date
with death. But, one by one, appeals in
his behalf failed.

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In a unanimous opinion of the State
Supreme Court on January 2, 1962, re-
jecting the plea of Smith’s attorneys to
reduce his penalty to life imprison-
ment, Chief Justice John C. Bell de-
scribed his crime as “an atrocious, brutal,
inhuman rape and murder.” The court’s
opinion stated: “Once again we reiterate
that a court has no power to reverse
or reduce the verdict of a jury which
has lawfully imposed the penalty of
death.”

On March 27, 1962, Lieutenant Gover-
nor John M. Davis, chairman of the
Pennsylvania Board of Pardons, stated:
“We have considered very thoroughly
the case. We have examined all of the
arguments and all of the records. We
have come to the unanimous conclusion
we will not recommend clemency.”

Nor could Smith hope for clemency
from Pennsylvania’s Governor David L.
Lawrence, for the governor may not
commute a sentence without a majority
vote of the four-member Pardons Board.

In October, 1959, Elmo Smith was pa-
roled from the Philadelphia Correctional
Institution, after serving ten years of
a 10-to-20-year sentence on five charges
of aggravated assault on young women.
Two months later, on December 28, 1959,
16-year-old Maryann Mitchell was kid-
naped as she waited at a bus stop for a
bus to take her to her Manayunk home
after attending a movie with three
schoolgirl friends. Her body was found
next day in a gully three miles west of
Philadelphia. She had been raped and
bludgeoned to death. Incontrovertible
evidence identified Elmo Smith as her
slayer. And in a statement signed
January 7, 1960, Smith allegedly admit-
ted the rape-slaying.

After April 2, 1962, his date with the
electric chair in the State Correctional
Institution at Rockview, Centre County,
young women in the Philadelphia area
began to feel safer.

“ODDS AGAINST MURDER

(MD April, 1954)

In Chicago’s Cook County Jail, on
March 23, 1962, Vincent Ciucci, 36,
nally kept his long-postponed date
with the electric chair. He had re-
eived twelve stays of execution—more
than the late Caryl Chessman suc-
eeded in obtaining.

\ The crime for which Ciucci was con-
pictea and executed was the murder on
ecember 4, 1953, of his son, Vincent

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Jr. 9. Following three trials, he also
had been convicted and given prison
terms for the murder of his wife Anne,
27, and daughter Virginia, 8. Still
pending was an indictment charging him
with the murder of his 4-year-old daugh-
ter Angelina.

The four members of his family were
at first believed to have died in a fire in
their apartment behind the grocery store
Ciucci operated. But when the charred
bodies were removed from their beds,
examination disclosed each had been
shot through the head. Ciucci asserted
that his wife had killed their children
and herself. But finding the murder
weapon, a borrowed .22 rifle, dismantled
and hidden in the store, refuted that
theory.

But even when it was pointed out that
Mrs. Ciucci could hardly have shot her-
self through the brain, then dismantled
and hidden the rifle and climbed into her
bed to be burned, Vincent Ciucci con-
tinued to protest his innocence. Testi-
mony of a young woman with whom
Ciucci had had an affair and who had
borne him a child, established motive
for the tragedy. He had, she testified,
assured her that after December 4th he
would be free to marry her.

The execution of Vincent Ciucci was
the first in Cook County Jail since con-
victed cop-killer Richard Carpenter was
executed on December 19, 1958.

CASE OF THE
DISMEMBERED CORPSE

(MD December, 1961)

In Southern California’s San Gabriel
Canyon, on August 2, 1961, picnickers
came upon a plastic bag containing the
severed head of a man. Later, other
parts of the body, also in plastic bags,
were discovered.

The victim was identified as Robert
Allen Mosser, 25, resident of Los An-
geles, where he was known as a “bowling
bum.” Missing since July 15th, Mosser
was last seen sleeping in the bowling
alley managed by John J. Deptula, 47.
According to Deptula, the bowling alley’s
safe had been burglarized of $1,700 and
he believed Mosser had taken the money
and skipped town. But Mosser’s friends
stoutly asserted that the missing man's
honesty could be accepted as a fact.

After lengthy investigation, Deptula
was charged with the murder of Mosser.
He finally admitted the crime. Having
taken the money from the safe himself,
to cover his gambling losses, he then
killed the sleeping Mosser with a bowl-
ing pin, in order to attribute the theft
to Mosser, Deptula confessed.

When his trial was about to start, on
October 10, 1961, Deptula waived a jury
trial. Judge Lewis Drucker then set the
slaying at first-degree murder, and on
December 27th Judge Drucker sentenced
John Joseph Deptula to die in the gas
chamber at San’ Quentin. He is now in
San Quentin Prison, pending an appeal
to the State Supreme Court.

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print interesting cases from that and
other eras.

TOUCHY KILLERS

“In consecutive issues of MAsTeR DrE-
TECTIVE, you have run stories of murder
so callous as to be almost unbelievable.
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them both because of an imagined in-
sult to his driving ability. Then, in the
July issue appeared Too Many Killers.
This was nothing more than a cold-
blooded execution of an old man who
had the temerity to complain to the
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one of the boys had played on him. As
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make special adjustments in our electric
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Latest reports on cases published in MD

Nancy Parker

THE STRANGLER
OF ANTELOPE PARK
(MD April, 1956)

Darrel Parker and Nancy Morrison,
students at Iowa State College, were
married in 1954. When Darrel received
his BS degree from the School of For-
estry, they moved to a new home in
Antelope Park, a suburb of - Lincoln,
Nebraska, where Darrel had been ap-
pointed city forester. On December
14th, 1955, Darrel reported to polj
that his 22-year-old wife ha een
strangled. It looked like a sex) crime,
committed by some prowler, but later
it was established that Dartel had
strangled his wife during after-
breakfast quarrel and then/ set the
scene to suggest murder by a sex
maniac, /

Parker, 24, was charged With first-
degree murder, conviction /for which
under Nebraska law carried a penalty
of life imprisonment or death. On May
8rd, 1956, a jury found Darrel Parker
guilty and recommended .li imprison-
ment.

"A BIGGER BOMB TOMORROW"
(MD May, 1956)

A bomb exploded in a men’s rest
room in the Meier and Frank Depart-
ment Store in Portland, Oregon, on
April 15th, 1955. No one was seriously
injured, but a note was found, demand-
ing $50,000 on the threat of “a bigger
bomb tomorrow.”

The note was traced to William Clar-

ence Peddicord, “38, a chemist and in-
ventor who had been blinded 18 years
earlier in an_ industrial explosion.
Charged with the bombing, Peddicord
pleaded guilty, implicating his sister-
in-law, who was indicted jointly with
him and awaits trial.

On April 21st, 1956, despite the pleas
of his counsel for parole, Circuit Judge
Alfred P. Dobson sentenced Peddicord
to 20 years in Oregon state prison, “to
deter you and others who might be
disposed to resort to similar dangerous
means of extorting money.”

LICENSED TO KILL
(MD March, 1956)

On November 28th, 1955, the body
of Myron Hough, 44, woodsman and
caretaker at the Dellwood Country
Club in New City, New York, was
found in the woods near the club. He
had been slain by a charge of birdshot
in the back of the neck. His death was
assumed to have been a hunting acci-
dent, until it was determined that the
shot had been fired from:a distance of
no more than 4 feet.

Suspicion attached to Donald Theiss,
35, another employe of the club, who
was seen with

ad slain Hough because he
at he would lose his job at the
club/while Hough, having 8 children,
weld be retained.

Charged with first-degree murder.
Theiss interrupted his trial on May
22nd, 1956, to plead guilty to second-
degree murder. He was then sentenced
to 20 years to life.

ODDS AGAINST MURDER
(MD April, 1954)

A fire that destroyed the living quar-
ters behind a Chicago grocery store the
evening of December 4th, 1953, appar-
ently caused the death of Mrs. Vincent
Ciucci, 27, and her three children. The
only survivor was her husband, who said
he had been awakened by an explosion
and was unable to rescue his family.

Firemen found a bloodstain on one of
the children’s beds and autopsies of the
charred victims revealed each had been
shot through the head.

Ciucci, 27, was arrested and charged
with murder after the teen-age mother
of his illegitimate child told police that
he told her he would be free to marry
her after December 4th.

Found guilty on three counts of mur-
der, Ciucci was sentenced to death. On
May 24th, 1956, his last appeal was de-
nied, execution set for September 2lst,

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WOMAN sits alone in Cali-

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as this is being written—the
only woman in the all-male institution.
She will not be there long, however, for
she is Barbara Graham, oft-married
ex-prostitute and gang moll, awaiting

execution for her part in the

slaying

of a wealthy widow, Mabel Monahan,
near Los Angeles.
Two of her accomplices:in that crime,

Jack Santo and

‘are in San

execution. They are
ble death sentences,

Monahan slaying, once

Emmett Perkins, also
Quentin, also awaiting
in fact under dou-
once for the
for the .in-

famous killing of Grocer Gard Young

and three children,

in the California

mountains near Chester.
The detective story behind the solu-
tion. of the Monahan murder appeared

in the

August, 1953, issue of OFFICIAL
DETECTIVE

STORIES Magazine,

under the title, “The Mystery of Mabel

Monahan”. I
Young case
sacre on the

nvestigation into the Gard
was published as “Mas-
Chester Logging Road” in

the December, 1953, issue.

cs ‘Hurry,
Again!’”,

Justice moved
\ stances, rapidly

slowly in some in-
in others, to bring

\sentences in various cases for which
this magazine published the complete
stories of the investigations. Two men
were executed in Texas’ electric chair,

E. Whitaker,

Junior, for slaying his fiancee (“The

White”, in
and

holdup-killing of Mrs. Ruth McCasland
Lucy!
June,

years in- prison.
In Pennsylvania prisons, two men
finished their life

terms within a week

of each other—through death. Jonah

Graterford Penitentiary near Philadel-
phia. Roberts’ wife had been found

dead, shot by hitch-hikers,
near Wilkes-Barre. However,
police learned

he claimed,
when
that he had been spend-

-ing some time in motels with a waitress
he was found guilty of the murder and
given a life sentence (OFFICIAL
DETECTIVE

STORIES’ issue of Octo-

ET:
ber, 1952; ‘“‘With the Wrong Way As a

Clue”).
‘The other

death was that of Peter

Bozzelli, who strangled his own daugh-

ter, Gloria,
ta nrison am

to death and was sentenced

id whispers of an improper

of a heart attack in the

' regarding

4

relationship. (“Philadelphia’s Case of
the Girl in the Duffel Bag”, July, 1953,
OFFICIAL). Actual cause of lli’s
death, doctors said, was broncho-

pneumonia, “as a result of being weak- -

ened by lack of food”. He literally had
starved himself to death, resisting all
efforts on the-part of prison doctors to
force food into his mouth or to’ feed
him intravenously. s

N MANHATTAN, John Francis
Roche, who killed four persons and
so far has been unable to conyince-the
state of New York that he also had
killed a fifth, is another who faces
death through his own choice. Roche,
rape-slayer of Dorothy Westwater,
Marion Brown and Rose ‘
knife-killer of Alex Jablonka (“Red
Light to Multiple Homicide”, August, »
1954, OFFICIAL), refused
with his counsel at his trial or to take
the stand in his own defense. He has
been found guilty of first-degree mur-
der with no recommendation for mercy,
which in New York means the electric:
chair.
Roche, in addition to the four slay-
ings, claimed that he had killed Sailor

Edward Bates, a crime for which a man -
named Paul Pfeffer already was serving:

a prison sentence. Pfeffer was released
from prison, granted a new trial, then
suddenly re-indicted for the same’
crime, on a charge of manslaughter.
Thirty times the state of Pennsyl-
vania .set a date for the execution of
cop-killer and bank robber David
Almeida. Thirty times the courts re-
prieved him. Finally he was given a new
trial. At this one he entered a surprise
plea of guilty and a three-man court

ended the long-drawn-out legal battle °
_ by sentencing him to life imprisonment.

Almeida was one of three men who
shot and killed Philadelphia Policeman
Cecil Ingling, whose wife’s story, “I
Saw My Husband Shot Dead”, appeared
more than five years ago in OFFICIAL
DETECTIVE STORIES Magazine, in
the November, 1948, issue. The slaying
climaxed an abortive holdup attempt
in a grocery store and Almeida’s two
accomplices, Edward Hough and James
F. Smith, Junior, had been sentenced
long ago, Smith to life imprisonment,
Hough to the electric chair. . +

The state, however, had the last word
Almeida when Assistant
District Attorney Panati told the court,
“we are going to back ‘up this life
sentence with a thirty-five-year Federal
sentence for a bank holdup in New

Chronik and .

to cooperate —

s

Orleans.” What will happen to Hough,
who was given the same number of
reprieves, 30, because of his status as a
witness in the Almeida case, has ‘not
been determined .yet.
James J; Cleary, an Illinois’ tavern-
owner who tried to play big-shot in
Reno, Nevada, has been found guilty
of murder for the holdup slaying of

: Mrs. Margaret Jenkins, Western Union

operator. ‘A jury recommended life im-
prisonment. The story of first chasing,
then tracing Cleary appeared under
the title, “Follow Me—I’m Chasing a
Killer” in the May, 1954, issue of this
magazine. : ,
For the killing of WAVE Irene.
Conole, Carl Strickland was sentenced’
to eighteen years in prison in Leonard-
town, Maryland. The detective work
that brought about Strickland’s arrest
appeared under the title “No More
Liberty for Irene”, in OFFICIAL
apa STORIES for ‘August,
Boastful, eighteen-year-old Ronald
Blumenthal, who told two girl class-
mates about his crime, was given life
imprisonment in Dedham, Massachu-
setts, for strangling Seamstress Ora
Schonarth. This case, “What Only a
Killer Would Know”, appeared in the
October, 1954, issue. < 5
Two pair of brothers faced prison
in the South. Youthful Thomas and
Richard Benedict pleaded guilty to
slaying Frank Lord in Clearwater,
Florida (“Boomerang for This Good
Samaritan”, September, 1954, OFFI-
CIAL DETECTIVE STORIES), and
Ralph and James Jones, in Dallas,
Texas, were found guilty of
attempts against 20 prominent Dallas

families, Ralph drawing a five-year

sentence, James 20 years (“By Fire,
Bomb or Gunshot”, August, 1954, issue).

~ The $200,000 holdup of a Floral Park,
Long Island, bank has been termed the
biggest one-man bank robbery on Long
Island. Actually three men were in-
volved, stickup man George McKinney,

planner: Ronald Martin and bank em-

ploye Clifford Oberkirch, who furnished
inside information. Oberkirch and Mc-
Kinney have pleaded guilty in Federal
court to bank-robbery charges, Martin
was found guilty by a jury. Oberkirch

extortion .

~ Latest Verdicts and Legal
~ Moves in Cases Previously

Published in These Pages_

Martin 21% and
a $10,000 fine.
Detective work in
in ‘the October, "
DETECTIVE STORIES, entitled, “Help
Me Rob Your Bank”.

rosecutors moved re-

apartment in an attempt to cover up
the killings. Cuicci was found guilty of
murdering his wife and sentenced to 20
years’ imprisonment. He. was tried
again for killing daughter Angeline,
four, and given 45 years, consecutive
to the prior sentence.

Said his attorney, arguing for a new
trial, “The jury didn’t find him guilty
of murder but of being a bad father, a
gambler and a philanderer.” Said the
prosecution: He will be tried next for
killing daughter Virginia, eight, then
for the murder of his son, Vincent,
Junior, with a plea for the death pen-
alty each time. This story, “But After
They Did the ‘Autopsies”, appeared in
the March, 1954, OFFICIAL.

be THE rugged Gaspe peninsula of
Quebec Province, Canada, Judge
Gerald Lacroix donned the traditional
black gloves of British justice and in
accordance with the ‘verdict of a jury
pronounced the death penalty upon
Wilbert Coffin, husky backwoods guide
and prospector. The .jury, six English-
speaking and six French-speaking, had
Coffin guilty of murdering
seventeen-year-old Richard Lindsey

. whose body was found with those of his

father, Eugene, and his friend, Fred
Claar, deep in the Gaspe forests. Coffin
was tried for only one of the slayings.
The story of the investigation into this
case appeared in the November, 1953,
issue of OFFICIAL VE
STORIES Magazine,
Killed the Hunters on Gaspe?”

OFFICIAL DETECTIVE STORIES
Magazine publishes stories of the most
recent detective investigations. ' To
bring our readers up to date on final
sentences and court decisions resulting
from the detective work, this depart-
ment, “Up to the Minute”, is published
from time to time.—The Editor.

D
entitled, “Who


DEFENSE RESTS
AS CIUCEI CASE
NEARS THE JURY

"Death Penalty Asked by
 * the State

_ The'state late yesterday de-
manded the death penalty fo1
-' Vincent Ciucci, 28, in the mur:
der of his daughter, Angeline,
4 as the grocery operator’s
wecund murder. trial in the
Criminal court of Judge Rich-
ard B. Austin neared consid-

eration by a jury. |
. Ciucci is accused of shooting
his wife, Anne, 28, and their.

three children whose bodies |
were found Dec. 5 in the burn-
- ing ruins of their store and
apartment at 3101 Harrison st.
He is already under sentence
Of 20 years for slaying his wife.

Nefense Rests Case —

| ..The defense rested ‘its case
after presenting only six wit-
nesses, and William P. Gerber.
chief defense counsel, and Jos:
eph McGovern, assistant state’s
attorney, agreed with Austir
to limit closing arguments tc
.| two and a half hours for eact
side. Austin ordered continu-
ous session last night until the
case is ready for the jury.
- McGovern began the closing
arguments. He will be fallowed
by the defense attorneévs, J.
Robert Hare, James Doherty,
and Gerber. McGovern’s asso-
ciate, Samuel Papanek, assist-
ant state’s attorney, was to
; close for the state.

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“The first witness yesterday

was Chief Justice Charles S

Dougherty who testified that
Ciucci’s lie detector test. -pre
sented in evidence by the. state
‘Tuesday was requested by ‘the
defense without any: solicita-

tion from the prosecution. 4.

_ The chief justice said Ciucci

agreed to take the test, to abide:

by its results, and to-agree to
its presentation as evidence.

‘The test showed Ciucci lied

when he denied the killings, a
lie detector expert testified.

Detective on Stand
First defense witness was
Harry G. Penzin, deputy chief
of detectives, who was asked
whether Ciucci was ever ques-
tioned as to whether he set the
fire in his homeor killed his

- wife and children. Penzin re-

plied “nd” to both questions.
, On ..cross- -examination”: it. was:
prought’ ‘out that ‘Ciucci= ‘was

v* Somes Kéd” “tomtellrhis"storyyin: his
own way: and, ‘pecatise’ ‘he. ‘de-

- nied knowledge. of the: crimes,

“no one asked him ‘the | direct

~ questions. Lae ve
Capt. John: Golden, ‘chief of

Bi the police homicide squad, cor: .
» -roborated Penzin’s testimony.

“T asked him if he didn’t do

it, did he know anybody : who
_ would have any, reason to: do
it,” Golden sid. “ Ciucci’ said,
“It looks like it was me, but'I
» don’t know’ of anybody’ “who
* would want to. hurt. DY, Wife
and kids.’” > *

~The defense then suminoned

_ four character witnesses. .

Closing arguments ‘be g an|
after the state. announced Ht
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“I admit I fooled around,” Ciucci told officers. “But how could
any man kill his own children? He would kill himself instead.”

At funeral, friends of the slain children walk beside their cas-
kets as pallbearers. Father 6f victims was not allowed to attend.

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THAT MUCH continued

“Her son is pretty friendly with Ciucci,” replied
the brunette. “It probably came from him.”

Half an hour later, the detective was talking
to the old lady’s son. “What are the stories you're
dishing out about Vince Ciucci being threatened
by gamblers?” he asked.

The man shrugged. “Ciucci used to bowl with
a team two nights a week,” he said. “But he
stopped coming around to the alley about eight
or nine months ago. I heard rumors he was stay-
ing away from his old haunts because he was
in the hole for three or four thousand bucks to
syndicate gamblers.

“(THEY'RE supposed to have tried for almost

a year to collect, but all they got was excuses.
Finally, they gave him two weeks to come across
—or else. Ciucci, the story goes, can’t raise the
dough and has been dodging the gamblers.

“I noticed he was very nervous when I dropped
in his store for a pack of smokes or something,
but he never mentioned his troubles to me and I
never asked any questions.”

“Who are the hoods?” asked Grady. ““Where’s
their gambling house?”

The man shrugged again. “‘That’s something I
didn’t hear,” he said.

During Ciucci’s self-imposed exile from his
old stamping grounds, he apparently spent con-
siderable time in a tavern on South Kedzie
Avenue.

“T never was in the place myself,” said the man,
“but I often saw Vince’s Cadillac parked out-
side.”

In front of the flame-swept store, a crew of
firemen was rolling up hose lines under the
gaze of Albert W. Peterson, first deputy marshal.

Grady asked Peterson whether anything sus-
picious had been detected about the fire scene
and told him that Ciucci reportedly had enemies
who had threatened to harm him.

“Follow me,” said Peterson. He led the detec-
tive into the apartment behind the grocery, where
he pointed to a fire-damaged bed. “Examine the
slats.”

Grady looked at the board which supported the
spring and mattress. He nodded. “Burned almost
all the way through,” he said. “Not what you’d
expect in a flash fire, which should char evenly.”

“Right,” said Peterson. ‘Those slats are of fine,
hard wood which wouldn’t burn like that unless. . . .”

Peterson explained that the condition of the
slats had first been noticed by Lieutenant Eugene
J. Murphy of Hook and Ladder 12, one of the
men who had dashed into the building to carry
out the woman and children.

“T'll talk to Murphy a little later,” said Grady.
“First, I want to talk to Ciucci.”

At the County Hospital, Grady was told that
Ciucci had been given a sedative and was asleep.
“He'll be awake in a few hours,” .a nurse said.

In the hall outside the room Ciucci’s father sat.
Grady asked him whether his son had ever men-
tioned receiving any threats against his life.

“Yes, and Vince was greatly concerned about
them,” replied the father. “Not so much for him-

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oo, caer
Bullet wounds were found in heads of

Anne Ciucci and her three children.

“That’s Vince in there!” exclaimed
the neighbor. “Why doesn’t he come
out? Does he want to burn, to. get
killed?”

Ciucci, dressed only in shorts, stood
with his face pressed against the glass
of the door, his hands dangling at his
side. He didn’t move when the two
men yelled and pounded on the door.

One ‘of them tried to open it, but
found it locked. He stepped back
and kicked the plate glass panel in.

Ciucci fell through the opening, cut-

sin % ¢

Questioned after viewing bodies, Ciucci admitted there was insurance on his

Bodies of Angeline, brother- and sis-
ter lay as if sleeping peacefully.

ting himself on jagged fragments of
the glass still remaining in the door
frame, and was caught in the arms of
the two men.

Ciucci was bleeding from cuts on his
arms, .chest and legs. On his back
were ugly burns. ‘My wife, my kids,
inside,” he mumbled weakly.

The two men laid him on the side-
walk and tried to enter the store and
save the others. But fierce flames
charged at them and drove them back.

“The rear door!” somebody shouted.

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wife and children, but the policies were payable only to his wife’s family.

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Vincent, right, with Virginia, was
excited about buying Christmas tree.

“Maybe you can still get in there!”

The men ran around the side of the
building to another door. It, too, was
locked. The men threw all their
weight against it and smashed it open.
They found themselves looking into a
room that resembled a blast furnace.

On a bed a few feet from the door
lay Mrs. Anne Ciucci, her black hair
aflame. But before the men could get
to her, a wall of fire blocked the door-
way and hid her from view.

’ On the sidewalk in front, meanwhile,
Ciucci got to his feet. He pointed to
the store. “They’re in there!” he
wailed. “They’re in there!”

He staggered to the front door and

“started to step inside, seemingly oblivi-

ous to the flames. A man grabbed his
shoulders and pulled him back.
“Tt would be suicide ‘to go in there!”
the man cried. ‘Be sensible!”
“Anne,” sobbed Ciucci. “Anne

”

Aid then he bowed his‘ head and

‘slumped to the sidewalk again.

EN fire engines arrived, and their

crews began stretching hose to the
hydrants on the block.

“A. woman and her three children
are inside!’’ shouted a woman.

Captain James Conte of Engine 66
snapped orders to his command. In
a matter of seconds, four powerful
streams of water had knocked out the
store’s display windows.

Five firemen, wearing hip-length
boots, ‘thick rubberized coats and
heavy helmets, advanced under a pro-
tective shower of spray.

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staggered out. In his arms he carried
the fire-blackened body of a little girl.

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Two others emerged right behind him,
each with a child slung over his shoul-
der. Then finally the last two came
out carrying what had been a woman.

A doctor rushed through the crowd
and examined them. “They’re all
dead,” he said. :

Ciucci, unconscious, was placed in
an ambulance. It sped to the Cook
County Hospital nearby. The bodies
of the others were taken to a funeral
parlor.

By this time the fire was out and
investigators from the fire and police
departments began inspecting the
ruins. The building itself, a one-
story, brick structure, was little dam-
aged, except for broken windows,
blackened plaster and charred wood-
work. The blaze, known technically
as a flash fire, had fed largely on the
furnishings and fixtures. Damage was
estimated at about $4500.

“Each year, as the winter moves in,
these things happen,” observed’ an of-
ficial.

“It’s been a bad year for fires,” said
another. ‘Twelve persons have been
burned to death in the last month.”

“What started it?’ asked a cop
who’d been standing nearby.

“An overheated stove, crossed wires,
a carelessly discarded cigaret—whod
knows?” one of the fire officials said.
“A blaze like this will often destroy
all signs of its origin.”

The police officers who had brought
the bodies of Mrs. Ciucci and her chil-
ren to the undertaker’s placed them
on slabs in the embalming room. One
detective phoned the coroner’s office.
He gave the names of the victims;
Mrs. Anne Ciucci, 28, and her three
children, Vincent Jr., nine; Virginia,
eight; and Angeline, four. “A fire
...” he said. “Accidental.”

At the County Hospital, Vincent
Ciucci recovered consciousness as a
physician treated his burns. ‘What
happened to my wife and kids?” he
asked. “Are they okay?”

“We don’t know yet,” the doctor
said, lying. ‘““They were taken to an-
other hospital. We’ll have word soon.
Be patient.”

But a few minutes later a brother of
Mrs. Ciucci arrived and broke the news.

Tears began streaming down Ciucci’s
face. “May God have mercy on their
souls,” he sobbed.

Later, the officers approached him
for a statement.

“Can’t you wait until tomorrow?”
Ciucci asked. “Can’t you... ”

“We're sorry,” said a detective, “but
orders are orders.”

“There isn’t much to tell,” Ciucci
began. “I kissed Anne and the kids

when they went to bed around half
past ten. Like I always do, I checked
the cash register and sat down for a
while, reading the paper and smoking.
Then I went to bed myself.

“Later I woke up. I was gagging
and gasping for breath. The place
was on fire, full of smoke. I heard
a loud. puff, like a small explosion,
as I got out of bed.

“In a sort of daze, I stumbled into

“the store to call the fire department.

As I reached the phone, I fell over
something, and then I sort of blacked
out. The next thing I knew I was on
the sidewalk with a lot of people star-
ing at me.”

“And you have no idea how the fire
started?” asked a detective.

“NOT the slightest,” replied Ciucci.
His forehead beaded with sweat.

He groaned, “Excuse me; I think I’m
going to be sick.”

A nurse stepped forward swiftly and
a. doctor motioned the policemen to-
ward the door.

“Better leave him now,” the doctor
said. “He’s been through a lot.”

Meanwhile, Mrs. Ciucci’s relatives
were making arrangements to bury her
and her children. “We want them
ready for a wake tonight,” said the
woman’s grief-stricken father.

The mortician mentioned that the
bodies were too badly disfigured to be

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4

placed on public view and that they
would therefore have to be sealed in
the caskets.

The father nodded. “Yes, I under-
stand,” he said.

Back at the scene of the fire, De-
tectives Frank Grady and Drew Brown
of the Chicago police Bomb and Ar-
son Squad were questioning neigh-
bors.

“How’s Vince Ciucci?” asked a
sharp-eyed, aged woman.

“He’ll be okay in a week or so,”
Grady told her.

She sniffed. “If he had been a de-
cent man, this would never have hap-
pened.”

“Why do you say that?” the detec-
tive asked.

Without replying, the old lady hob-
bled away. The detective approached
a small brunette with whom the old
lady had been talking.

“What has she got against Ciucci?”
he asked.

““Tt’s only idle talk,” the brunette
said. “She told me that Vince gam-
bled all night and slept all day, while
his poor wife slaved in the store. And
she said that he lost far more than he
can afford and owes large sums. I gath-
ered that she believes gangsters started
the fire to get even with Vince because
he doesn’t pay his gambling debts.”

“Where would a nice old lady pick
up gossip like that?” Grady said. .

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Fire and police officials search scorched debris to confirm suspicion of ar-

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South Kedzie

said the man,
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rst deputy marshal.
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me who these enemies were or why they were
after him. s ;

“T would guess they were gamblers. That was
his one vice—gambling. And he never seemed to
win.”

Later, Grady drove out to Hook and Ladder 12

to talk to its commander, Lieutenant Murphy.
He found that Joseph Tigerman, an. investigator
for the Cook County coroner, had arrived there
ahead of him.

“Let’s join forces,” said Tigerman, “since we’re
following the same trail.”

Then they turned to Lieutenant Murphy who
said: “I never would have made the close, search
that turned up the bed slats if other things hadn’t
made me suspicious. First, the positions of the
children. They were lying there natural-like, as
though they had passed away quietly in their
sleep. .

“T’ve seen the bodies of at least 20 persons who
died in fires that broke out while they were
sleeping. Always they had been awakened by the
flames and had made efforts to escape. Most of
them collapsed near a door or window; . some
crawled under beds or into closets.

“Another thing: The head of one of the little
girls was covered with a pillow. The underside
of the pillow was not burned. When I lifted it, I
found it was soaked with blood, lots of blood. It’s
been my experience that fire victims don’t bleed
so profusely.”

“Brother,” said Tigerman, “you’ve convinced
me that something’s wrong.”

Tigerman phoned his office and asked that a
coroner’s physician be dispatched to the under-
taker’s to perform post-mortem operations to
determine whether any factors other than fire
were involved in the deaths of the mother and
her three children. “Unless some rare poison like
a‘cobra’s venom was used,” he said, “we should
have a full answer in a few hours.”

HE detectives had breakfast with the firemen

and then went to the mortuary where a coro-
ner’s pathologist was at work. As the detectives
entered, he held up a blood-streaked, misshapen
.22-caliber bullet. “From the woman’s skull,” he
said. “The three kids were shot in the head, too.”

Top brass of the Chicago Police Department—
including Chief of Detectives John T. O’Malley,
Lieutenant John:-Golden, commander of the Homi-
cide Section, and Captain Patrick Groark of Mar-
quette Station—came to the funeral home.

They listened to the physician’s report and then
sent’ detectives scurrying in all directions on a
dozen different lines of investigation. Next they
went to the County Hospital to interview Ciucci.
They found him, heavily bandaged, sitting up in
bed.

“Your wife and kids were shot to death,”
O'Malley told him. “What do you know about
it?”

Ciucci’s eyes opened wide. “Shot? Did you say
shot?”

O'Malley nodded. (Continued on page 66)

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In prison chapel during funeral Cuicci weeps and clutches cruci-
fix. “I’m innocent,” he said, “and some day they will find out.”

Fire Lt. Murphy, center, conferring with Coroner McCarron, be-
came suspicious when he saw bed slats were burned almost through.

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had died; for a space of about three
square feet the floor under the bed was
badly burned. Another hot point was
in the kitchen and two others in the
alcove bedroom, where a dresser was
charred. Hot points were discovered
near the daybed where Vincent, Junior,
had lain and under the girls’ bed.
Brown returned to say that the

- crime lab technicians were on their

way and the three men, joined by De-
tectives Neville and McQuaide, went
into the store section of the building.
_ There, near showcases, they found
three hot points. But strangely enough,
the counter where the stock of kitchen
matches was stacked—undoubtedly the
most inflammable spot in the place—
had not been touched by the fire.
Other items such as paper towels and_
tissues, which could be expected to burn

” easily, were found intact.

“What do you think?” Downes asked.

“It looks to me like seven different
fires were started,” Grady replied.
“Maybe with gasoline but more likely
with paper and refuse, touched off by
matches.”

“Then you definitely think it’s ar-

* gon?” -

“I do,” Grady replied evenly.

Technician Detectives Al Valanis and
-Claude Hazen arrived from the crime
laboratory and Grady handed them the
suspected pillow and covers.

“It looks like blood, all right,” Val-
anis declared. “We'll find out in the
lab. And we'd better give this place

-* a thorough going-over.”

‘The technicians searched through

“the store as Grady and Brown poked

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+ in the debris of the bedrooms.
Brown came up with a cartridge shell.
. “Look at this!” he cried. “Somebody’s
been shooting in here!”
_ “Maybe,” Grady replied. “Or maybe
it was just something the kids were

playing with. We'll keep looking.”

Grady opened a closet door. “Let's

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‘=~ take a look in here.”
& . At first glance, the closet contained

“Nothing but clothing, which had es-

7” caped being scorched because the door

‘was closed. But Grady pushed the

© clothes aside and beamed his Mashiight

=e on the floor beyond.

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In the corner stood a .22-caliber re-
peating rifle, partly dismantled.

“Let’s see that shell again,” Grady
called.

Brown handed it over.

“It's a twenty-two; all right! We'd
better look for more of those shells.”

They sifted the debris, overlooking
nothing. And they found two other
casings ejected from that rifle or one
similar to it.

Meanwhile, the crime lab technicians
had been busy taking additional
samples of the charred wood and any-
thing else that might have been soaked
in an inflammable liquid. On the floor
of the shop they found four unexploded
shotgun shells.

When they had convinced themselves
that nothing else could be found, the
technicians took the stained articles,
the gun, the shells and casings and re-
turned to Headquarters.

“Let me know as soon as possible
about those stains,” Grady requested.

_“T’m afraid there’s_a_ lot. more. to. this

than an accident. We'd better call the
Coroner.”

HE PHONED Deputy Coroner Gibbons

and gave him a brief resume of what’

the officers had found. “I want this
place sealed off so that nobody can get
in here and disturb the evidence,” he

said. “And above all, I would like an-

autopsy on the bodies.”

“I'll put a ‘hold’ on the bodies at
the Morgue right away,’’ Gibbons
agreed. “And we’ll have Doctor Kearns
do the autopsies as soon as he can.”

“T’ll call the Doctor myself,” Grady
said. “I won’t be satisfied about this
case until I know what really did
happen.”

Grady telephoned the home of Doctor
Jerry Kearns, chief pathologist for the
Coroner, and talked to his wife, who
said that the Doctor was out and was
not expected back for several hours.

“Have him call me right away,”
Grady requested.

The suspicion of homicide was re-
layed to Lieutenant John Golden, head
of the Homicide Bureau. He assigned

eants James McMahon, Jamos
McGrath and others to the case.

“Dig into the background of the
whole family,”. he ordered. “Find out
every detail of the family life. Try to
turn up a motive for homicide.- Look
for that hysterical woman who was
at the scene. Maybe she knows some-
thing or maybe she saw something that
has been overlooked.” : %

Analysis of the stained articles was
rushed in the crime laboratory. Early
in the afternoon, Grady was informed
that the stains definitely had been
caused by human blood.

“It looks like we’ve uncovered some-
thing,” Grady said to Detective Brown.
“But we'll just have to wait for the
autopsy.”

At 8:30 Doctor Kearns phoned and
Grady explained his suspicions.

“Tl go down to the Morgue at
once,” the Doctor promised. ‘

Doctor Kearns, a_ slender, gray-
haired man who has been the mainstay
of the Coroner’s staff for many years,
worked swiftly and efficiently. His re-

_port.shocked the.city of Chicago.*

All four of the supposed fire victims
had been shot to death. Mrs. Anne
Ciucci had died from a bullet that had
entered her face near the nose and
lodged in her brain. Vincent and Vir-
ginia had been shot through the ear,
and Angeline through the cheek, the
bullet penetrating her brain.

Doctor Kearns. recovered all four
of the bullets ‘and turned them over to
hoe crime laboratory - for - ballistics

ts.

So it was homicide. :

Four persons had been killed, three
of them children. Shot to death and
then, probably, their home set afire to
cover the evidence of the slaying. Who
could. have done this? Who could have
been so heartless? Why?

Suspicion at first turned upon Vin-

cent Ciucci. He alone-had survived the ©

fire. He alone had not been shot. How

could anyone fire four bullets in this .

man’s apartment, and then set the fire,
without awakening him?

Lieutenant Golden’s men, question-
ing friends, neighbors, customers and
relatives of Ciucci, knew that he had
been burned severely in the fre and
that he had been in a state of shock

‘Vincent Ciucci had to be treated
himself before he could be told
of his family's fate. See Pg. 20

when he was rescued. They knew al
that a .22 rifle does not make a gre
deal of noise and that a hard-worki:
man, dog-tired after eight hours «
driving a truck and extra hours of wo
in a grocery store, could have sle
through those reports—possibly throus
all but one, for the detectives remen
bered his story of hearing a loud repo
when he awakened.

“© But the neighbors and those wi

had not known Ciucci so well were n
aware of these points. Time and aga
the detectives were asked about t)

- husband—how did he get out, why w:

he the only one not shot?

And one of these persons came 1
with something a little stronger th:
the vague innuendoes and suspicior
Ciucci, this person said, was an ii
veterate, incurable gambler. His wage
ing had plunged his family into de
time and again and caused many
quarrel; indeed until they had take
over the store, Ciucci and his wife h:
been separated.

More investigation tended to -veri
this story. Ciucci indeed was a gamble
and he was several months behind
the monthly instalments for the stor

~ He had lived apart from his wife. W:

he so in debt, to some notorious unde
world character perhaps, that he mig)
have been driven to a desperate ste}
Was the insurance heavy enough
wipe out any sizable debts?

2 A quick search eliminated this po
sibility. Mrs. Ciucci had been insur
for only $750, the children for $51
each. And underworld informers kne
of no gambling debt Ciucci owed an:
one.

NEVERTHELESS, the whispers abo
Ciucci and some of the facts in t)
case demanded consideration. State
Attorney John Gutknecht, Coroner M:
Carron and Lieutenant Golden decid
hd ae him in his County hospit

By this time Ciucci had been i)
formed of the deaths of -his family b
not of the fact that they had bec
slain.

“What's the matter?” he asked wht
the officers entered his room.

“We want to ask you some questions
Golden replied.

When the man, still heavily ban
aged was propped up in bed Gold
asked, ““‘Where were you sleeping at t)
time of the fire?”

“In the bedroom, with my wife.”

“Did you know that your wife w
shot to death?”

A startled expression spread ov
Ciucci’s face. “No!” he cried. “Shot
death? It’s impossible! I—”

“Did you know that all your childr:
were shot, too?”

He. covered his. face with his. hanc
“No! Who could have done it?”

“Where were the children sleeping

“In the little alcove bedroom.”

“You know more about this than yc
are telling us, don’t you?”

“So help me, I don’t! Shot to deat)
The poor little kids!” -

Lieutenant Golden had brought
the rifle and he showed it to Ciucci.

“This is-your rifle, isn’t it? he aske

“No, no. I borrowed that rifle.”

“When did you borrow it?”

“Friday.”

“Who.did you get it from?”

“A fellow named Frank Caruso. }
lives on the northwest corner
Flournoy and Leavitt Streets. Ask hir

_he’ll tell you.”

“Why did you borrow it?”

“To go hunting.”

“Did you ever borrow a gun before

“No, I always used my father’s sho
gun,” '

Then, before another question cou
be asked, he covered his face again a1
broke into dry sobs.

“The poor kids!” he cried betwe:
sobs. “The poor kids! Shot—”

This was a ghastly business, the o
ficers knew—questioning a man w)

4


“Wasting your time,” Fetters called
tothem. “If you want to find Cecil, you
zo look for him in Los Angeles.” — ‘

Williams tried questioning the old -
man several times and found it useless.
Fetters clung tenaciously to his story
that Richardson had left the cabin
under his own power.

On Saturday morning, October -17,
Williams drove out to the cabin alone,
ready to spend another day going
through the underbrush. As he came
to Fetters’ cabin, it hit him.

The nice, wide road leading into the
cabin. The dirt looked like the road
had been widened only recently.

Williams turned around and drove to
town. He stopped long enough to
question the cab driver who had taken
Richardson and Fetters out to the cabin
early in August, and learned it has been.
a deeply rutted road at that time. He
went on to Auburn to see District At-
torney Broyer.

“TY want a bulldozer,” he told Broyer
and his investigator, A. E. McFarlane.
“The old man deliberately threw me off
the track by suggesting a body could
be buried out in the brush.”

Broyer hesitated. ‘You haven't got
proof that Richardson is dead. How
can you be sure the body is in the road?”
_.“Look,” Williams replied. “Fetters
is sixty-three years old. He doesn’t own
a car and he doesn’t drive. For the last
ten years, he’s been satisfied with an
old, rutted trail going into his cabin.
Now he builds & nice new road.”

McFarlane said, “I think Elmer has
something there.”

“But what if we go tearing up a road .

he built and he sues?” Broyer asked.
“If I’m wrong, I’ll pay for having the
road put back in,” Williams offered.

This case has been driving me crazy -

for months. If I don’t get a bulldozer,
T’ll go out there and dig it up by hand.”
Broyer located a county road grader

at Emigrant Gap that was not in use, as
it was Saturday. He called the driver
and had him bring it to Colfax.

At three o’clock in the afternoon,

. with Broyer, McFarlane, West and

Williams on hand, it began to peel back
a layer of the newly made road.

Fetters screamed threats of suit as
the grader shaved off layers of the road.
After the second pass, Fetters cried:
“Even if you do find something there,
remember, somebody could be trying to
frame me.”

Broyer turned to Williams. “I feel
better now. It looks like Fetters is
worried.”

The fifth pass uncovered the body.

It was Richardson, Coroner West
determined death had been caused by
multiple fractures of the skull.

Later, Broyer claimed in a statement
that Fetters admitted having struck
Richardson with a metal vacuum-
cleaning rod he used for a cane. The

District Attorney claimed :that he said
they were both drunk and he couldn’t
recall how the argument started that
caused the fight.

“T never figured you’d find the body,”
Fetters allegedly told Williams. “I sure
had to laugh at you when you were out
there looking around in the brush. I
thought I had you out-foxed.”

Broyer filed charges of first-degree
murder against Fetters. The elderly
man was examined by Doctor Joel
Harris, Sacramento psychiatrist, who
declared Fetters to be sane.

At the present time, Fetters is being
held in the Placer County jail pending
further legal proceedings. '

And Williams is back to getting a
good night’s sleep and enjoying his
meals. -

The names of Dorthea Hanley and
Big Joe Swanson are fictitious in this
story.

But After They Did the Autopsies—¢Continued from Page 23)

“Arson?” .

“So far we haven’t found any
evidence that it was,” Detective Ne-
ville declared. “But we haven’t fin-
ished.” He told the Coroner about the
bloodstains. ‘

McCarron and Neville went outside,
where neighbors, huddled in_ little
groups, stood around in the gray dawn,
talked excitedly about the grim holo-
caust. The Coroner beckoned to several
policemen still there. — ae

“Y'd like you fellows to find out all
you can,” he told them. “Question the
neighbors and get in touch with the
relatives of the family. This may be an
accidental fire, nothing more. But we’ve
got to be sure.”

“That was a good, substantial build-.
ing,” Neville said with a sweep of his
arm. “You couldn’t call it a firetrap.
We may have to do some digging to find
the cause.”

“Go ahead and dig,’ McCarron re-
plied. :

[ Savina Gibbons there to direct
the transfer of the bodies to the
County Morgue, McCarron went on to
the hospital to see Ciucci.

Before he went in the room, he talked
to a nurse.

“How is he?” the Coroner inquired.

“Serious but not critical,” the girl
replied. “He has second-degree burns
and he was hysterical when they
brought him in. But we gave him
sedatives and he’s quieted down now.”

“Does he know?”

“Not yet.”

“Well, I won't tell. But I'd like to
talk to him.”

The Coroner was ushered into the
room where Vincent Ciucci lay on a high
hospital bed, his body swathed in
bandages, his eyes closed, his lips
slightly parted. :

McCarron introduced himself. “I
don't like to bother you,” he said gently.
“But I wonder if you’re able to talk
about the fire.”

“I feel a little: better now,” Ciucci
replied wanly. ‘How are the kids?”

“I can’t tell you,” McCarron replied
evasively. “I’ll have to check up and
let you know later.”

This seemed to satisfy Ciucci. He
said: “What do you want to know?”

“What happened before the fire
started?”

Reflectively, Ciucci said, “I worked
late in the store and closed up about
half-past nine. Then I went in the back
and at ten o’clock we put the kids to
a My wife went to bed a short time
ater. ’

“T locked the register, then climbed
in bed myself, but I stayed awake until
about half-past twelve, reading and
smoking. Then I went to sleep. I woke
up about two, choking and gagging and
gasping for breath—and scared. I heard
a loud bang and I jumped up and
grabbed the telephone. But it was dead.

“T couldn’t get through the fire to‘

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-my family and my first idea was to run

for help. What happened after that
I remember only vaguely. I smashed
the glass in the door leading from the
apartment into the store and got out
the front door. I remember I ran out
into the street screaming for help.
“Two or three times I tried to go
back in to get my wife and children, but
the smoke and flames and heat were
too much. I collapsed. I didn’t know

anything’else until I woke up here at |

the hospital.” ;

. Ciucci turned on his side, grimacing

with pain. “Did they get the fire out?”
“Yes, it was only a flash fire. They

‘ put it out in a hurry.”

“And the kids and my wife—”

Coroner McCarron didn’t answer.
Instead he said. “Do you have any
idea what started it?”

“No. It was going when I woke up.”

“Well, can you make a guess?”

Ciucci considered this. “Not unless’
one of the gas stoves exploded. I just
bought a new gas range a little while
back. Last Friday I thought I smelled

it leaking so I called up the gas com- ,

pany and they came out and tested it.
They couldn’t find any leak.”

“Do you have other gas appliances?”

“Yes. A hot-water heater and two
space heaters. But I never had any
trouble with any of them.”

“You said you were smoking before
you turned in,” McCarron declared.
“Do you suppose you might have fallen
asleep with a lighted cigaret?” ~

“No. I’m sure I didn’t, I remember
putting the cigaret. out before I lay
down.” ..

“Do you have any enemies, anybody
who might want to destroy you and
your home?”

“You think somebody set the fire?”

“We don't know, but we're not over-
looking the possibility.”

“Well, I don’t know of anybody who
would want to do that to me.”

McCarron decided to leave the ques-
tioning at that for the time being.

He realized that a rough time lay
ahead for Ciucci; soon someone would
have to tell him that his entire family
had been wiped out.

ACK at the fire scene, technicians
from the crime laboratory were
going over the charred interior of the
grocery and the home. They photo-
graphed the bodies and various sections
of the building from all angles and
sawed out slices of the floor and mould-
ing to test for gasoline or other incen-
diary fluids. ~
Detectives Neville and McQuaide
examined the gas range, the gas water

“heater and the gas space heaters, one

of which was suspended from the
ceiling in the parents’ bedroom. But
none of them was charred, none ap-

peared to be defective, no evidence .
could be found that any of them had

exploded. Nor did any of the'gas con-

nections leak. °

Then what had started the blaze?

Other officers, talking to residents of
the area, learned that both Vincent and
Anne Ciucci had been known as hard-
working young people. Vincent, 28,
was employed in the daytime as a truck
driver while Anne, who was 27, opened
the grocery every morning at seven.
After he had finished his job, Vincent
took over the store, usually closing it
at 9:30 p. m.

Several customers recalled that
Ciucci obviously had no premonition of
the impending tragedy. They said he
had been in particularly high spirits on
Friday night, joking with the people
and asking their children what they
expected from Santa Claus. ne

One odd twist of fate had cost the
Ciucci children their lives. Friends of
the family said that they customarily
spent Friday nights with their maternal
grandmother, Mrs. Angeline Turco, in
her home on Flournoy Street. But on
the fatal night, Ciucci had been too
busy to drive them to their grand-
mother’s and they had stayed at home.

The store, known as Turco’s Food
Mart, was owned by Mrs. Ciucci’s
brother, Michael Turco, and had been
taken over by Ciucci only four months
before. Turco was located by the de-
tectives and said that he had agreed
to sell the store and its $1,000 stock to
Ciucci without a down payment, the

. purchase vrice to be paid off in monthly

installments of $70.

Turco, his wife, Constance, and his
mother made plans for the quadruple
funeral. A West Side undertaker sent
‘caskets to the County Morgue and-
arranged to move the four bodies as
soon as they were released by the
Coroner. The whole thing seemed to
add up to a tragic accident: A hard-
working young couple with their three
growing youngsters, gradually pulling
themselves into a position of financial
aac suddenly struck down by
‘ate.

But what about the blood? And the
screaming young woman?

Coroner McCarron set the inquest
for eleven a. m., Monday and an-
nounced that “anybody and everybody
who knows anything about the cause
of the fire will be called.” Then he in-
structed his investigators to keep on
working to learn everything they could.

T= problem of breaking the news to
Ciucci still existed. At the hospital,
Ciucci inquired. constantly about his
children and asked for newspapers.
Nurses and physicians evaded his
questions.

Detectives Neville and McQuaide, at
Headquarters, reported to Grady. “It
doesn’t look like arson,” Neville said.
“So far we haven't been able to find
out just what caused. the fire.”

“Okay,” Grady replied. “Make. out
your reports. I’m going down and see
what the firemen have to say.”

Detective Grady reached the fire-

house about eleven o’clock and first
went over the reports of Captain Conte
and Lieutenant Murphy. They had dis-
covered no apparent cause of the blaze,
though they had found seven “hot
points’—seven separate spots where
the flames had been intense.

Although three persons had been
found dead in the alcove, apparently
none of these hot spots had been close
enough to the beds to have burned the
pillows, sheets or the chenille robe
heavily. .

“It was an odd fire,” Captain Conte
said. “Some places were badly charred
but others were not touched at all.”

“Did you notice anything unusual?”

_ Grady asked. ‘

“Just those bloodstains, and they
probably were caused by falling debris.”

“There's one thing,” Lieutenant Mur-
phy said. “The mother and the three
kids were all in bed, as if they’d been
sleeping. I’ve never seen anything like
that before. Maybe twenty times or
more I’ve found bodies at fires and al-
ways there’s some indication of a strug-
gle to get out.”

“You mean they were lying in bed.
too peacefully?” Grady asked.

“Yes. Nearly always you'll find them
near a door or a window. Sometimes
kids will crawl under a bed or into a
closet or a corner during a fire. But
these kids were lying in normal posi-
tions. Almost as if they had been dead
before the fire started.” :

Dead before the fire! Had they been?
Was this a diabolically clever. arson
job, done to cover up four slayings?

“Anything’s possible,” Grady replied
slowly. “I think we'd better go back
} nag and take another look at that

e.” '

Detective Grady called ‘his partner,
Drew Brown, Fire Attorney Earle
Downes and Neville and McQuaide. All
five returned to the scene.

Te detectives went first to the alcove
bedroom where the children had
perished. At first glance, it seemed to
be just a mass of smoke-blackened de-
bris. Detectives Grady and Brown and
Attorney Downes, with the skill of. long
practice, brushed aside water-soaked
embers and proceeded to the beds.
Grady held up the pillow that had beer®
over the boy’s head. The stain on the
under side might be blood or it might
be some other substance. . Similarly,
Brown picked up the chenille robe and -
Downes examined the sheet, partly
charred, on which the two girls had
pret On all of them was the same dark
stain. . :

“It looks like blood, all right,” Grady
said. “This is a job for the crime lab.
Let’s get them out here as soon as we
can.”

Detective Brown hurried out to call
Headquarters.

Grady and Downes then went over
each of the hot points. One of these

was under the bed where Mrs. Ciucci

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ust had lost his entire family and who
adn't known until a few minutes
earlier that they had been slain, shot
to death as they slept. Quite obviously
Ciucci was completely broken up be-
cause of what they had told him.

And so they left.

Slowly, Lieutenant Golden’s detec-
tives were completing their investiga-
tion into Ciucci—and so far they had
not dug up one possible alternative sus-
pect. Where could they turn next? The
children—could this by any stretch of
their imagination be a crime inspired
by a child’s hatred? Mrs. Ciucci—had
she somehow made a deadly enemy?

They didn’t know and they didn’t
find out, until finally they came to just
about the last relative on their list.
And from this person they heard a
startling story. : mis

The Ciuccis had not separated be-
cause of Vincent’s gambling, this per-
son said, but because of another wom-

an—a woman with whom Ciucci had:

been living while he and his wife were
separated. ;

It was incredible. How could they
verify it, the detectives asked.

Their informant didn’t hesitate. The
woman; lived at present in a West Side
apartment with her baby.

Officers raced there. And, they
claimed later, they learned that the
story indeed was true. The woman,
they said, was Carol Amora, only 20,
and, confronted by the detectives and
by the story they had heard, she ad-
mitted it. She had lived with Ciucci,
they quoted her as saying; she had had
a baby by him; she had seen him as
recently as the previous Tuesday.

Furthermore, the police claimed, she
told the detectives and later Lieutenant
Golden at Headquarters, he had told

her he hated his wife and promised to -

get a divorce so he would be free to
' marry her.
The slender, dark-haired girl told

Lieutenant Golden, he said, that she
had been introduced to Clucci by
@ mutual friend in a West Side tavern.
He had bought her a drink, then had
driven her home; and soon after that,
Golden stated, she was keeping steady
company with Ciucci,

“One day in nineteen fifty-one,” her
alleged statement declared, “Vincent
Ciucci came to my house and I was
alone there and he said to me: ‘I had
a talk with my wife and told her that
I wanted to leave because I was fed up
with married life.’ He told me that
his wife asked if it was because of an-
other woman and he had said, ‘No’.

“We took an apartment together on
Harrison Street. I became pregnant in
nineteen fifty-two and I told Vincent
about it. He bought me some pills and
medicine and I refused to take them.
When I refused, he said he was going
to leave me. And then-when I was
about three months pregnant he left
and went to a hotel and stayed there
for about two weeks. Then he came to
my home and got me and took me to
the hotel and said that he would take
care of me. ‘

“But after a month Vincent told me
he could not keep me in the hotel and
told me to pack my bags and get out.
_ “My baby was born on August fourth
of this year. Afterward he came to my
home to see the baby and me and since
then he has come to see me regularly.”

Miss Amora also said that Ciucci
owed her $1,300. -

“One day he borrowed three hundred
dollars from me to buy an automobile,”
she said, “and the very next day he
told me that he had gambled and lost
it. He asked me for more money and
I gave him another three hundred and
I also made two payments on an auto
he had bought which amounted to two
hundred dollars or more. He lost the

_car because he couldn’t keep up the

payments. After that he told me that

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he had other debts and I gave him an-
other five hundred,”

“Did Anne Ciucci know about thjs?”
Golden asked.

“Yes, she came to the apartment on
Harrison Street when Vincent was
there and she said that she wanted her
husband and I said she could have him,
that I didn’t want him. But Vincent
wouldn’t leave.”

The statement was typed and Miss.
Amora affixed her signature in the
presence of witnesses.

Early Monday morning, Miss Amora-

was taken to the hospital to see Ciucci.
Strangely, she embraced and kissed
him and said: “They’ve got an awful
lot of stuff on you.”

“I know, I know,” Ciucci replied, sob-
bing again without shedding tears.
“But I didn’t do any of it.” '

Ciucci was questioned by State’s At-
torney Gutknecht and Coroner McCar-
ron, but he didn’t change his story.

Strapped to his bed, Ciucci was taken
to the hospital basement, then wheeled
through a tunnel to the County
Morgue. There, in the dim green light,
his wife’s casket was opened. :
. Ciucci’s body shook with dry, rack-
ing sobs. He reached out and tried to
touch the still figure of his wife, but the
officers held him back. Then he was

“shown Virginia’s body. His tearless
weeping .continued.

“We want you to tell us the truth,”
Coroner McCarron said.

Ciucci pounded his chest and cried:
“I’m telling the truth! I didn’t do it!
Whatever you may say, I did not do it!”

Later that morning, detectives
brought in Frank Caruso, who said he
had lent the rifle to Ciucci. At the
side of the hospital bed, he said to
Ciucci: “I thought you wanted that
rifle to go hunting.” -

wn telling the truth,” Ciucci re-
Pp. ‘4
Further questioning failed to shake

Ciutci. The following morning, he-—~

‘

was transferred to the Bridewell (city

Jail) Hospital, where the questioning s<)
. Was resumed. 7a

After hours of fruitless grilling, 3
Golden left the hospital and said wear- *»..*
ily: “He still hasn’t changed his story.” <=

However, Golden said, Ciucci was un-

able to explain how anybody else might .- -.

have entered the apartment and shot
his wife and children since the doors
and windows were bolted from the in-

side and only he and his family were © « ;
in the building after he closed the store,

at 9:30. :

Ballistics tests at the crime labora-
tory, technicians claimed, revealed that
the three empty shells found in the
living-quarters had been ejected from
the rifle found in the closet and the
bullets that had killed the four victims
had been fired from the same rifle. — =

IUCCI admitted that he was the only |
one who had handled the rifie after --
it had been borrowed from Caruso.
ae use it to shoot them,” he

isted.

State’s Attorney Gutknecht pre-...
sented the evidence to the Cook County
grand jury and on December 15, 1953,
the jurors returned four indictments, -
charging Vincent Ciucci with the mur-
ders of his wife and three children. The -

‘indictments were returned before Chief

Justice Charles S. Dougherty in Cook
County Criminal Court on December
22, 1953, when Ciucci pleaded not
guilty. ‘ es

As this issue of OFFICIAL DETEC-
TIVE STORIES Magazine goes to
press, Ciucci is being held pending ac-
tion on the indictment. Technicians
also have not announced yet the agency
that caused the fire. Possibly some
liquid was used since cans that could
have held it were found in the store.
At any rate, the fire must have been
set, officials reason.

Read It First In

"Find Eve Before She's Hurt!"' (Continued from Page 27 ) OFFICIAL DETECTIVE STORIES

substation in South Denver. He was
Thomas Ward, 39, and he said he, too,
once had worked with Leick.

His story was almost identical with
Messervy’s.

He declared that -Leick had ap-
proached him about December, 1951,
asking if he’d like to make some money
in-an insurance deal. Ward replied, he
said, that he naturally was interested in
making money. Then Leick said all he
had to do was to hide in the back of a
car and beat him up, making it look like
a stickup.

Then Ward tossed his bombshell.
“He told me another party would be
with him.” . ;

“Did he say who?” a detective asked.

“No, he didn’t.”

“How much did he say would be in it
for you?”

“He mentioned five thousand dollars.
I told him I wasn’t interested in such
a deal. Later I heard that he had ap-
proached another fellow where’ he
worked, Joe Harris, and propositioned
him. But that fell through, I under-
stand, when Harris said he wouldn’t be
interested for less than ten thousand.”

Captain Flor put out a police pickup
for Joe Harris. 4

ETECTIVES decided to see what
insurance policies had been issued
on Evelyn Leick. They found two, one
for $5,000 and another for $7,000.
Neither carried a double indemnity
clause for accidental death. Both had
been taken out after the Leicks’ mar-
riage in June, 1949, and the premiums
had been properly maintained.

Joe Harris couldn’t be located but a
number of acquaintances declared that
he probably had been kidding Leick
about refusing less than $10,000. Harris’
description didn’t tally with that of the
dishwater blond at the service station
or the man Leick had described.

“Why,” one friend of Harris told

Detective. Abe Levine, “I might have

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made the same crack myself and I
wouldn’t mean it any more than he did.”

Detectives Shanley, Bills and Levine,
however, decided they'd better spend a
little more time .looking into these
peculiar propositions Leick allegedly
had made.

“Seeing all these men he approached
once worked with him, maybe we better
talk to the present employes at his
business,” suggested Shanley. .

The officers acted immediately. It
fell to the lot of Detective Levine to
question a young fellow named Gene
Dunn, one of the half dozen or so em-
ployes. .

“Leick never said anything to me out
of the way,” declared Dunn. “But once
he did ask my roommate if he’d like to
make some easy money.”

“Did Leick say how?”

“No, that was all I heard.”

“Who is this roommate?” .

“An Army buddy of mine, we both

‘came up to Denver from Georgia after

service. ‘He’s Gene Dukes—the same
first name as mine.”
“What’s his description?” asked Le-

e.

“He’s twenty, about five feet nine
inches, has light hair.”

The detectives learned where Dukes
was working, in a furniture upholstery
shop on Platte Street. He turned out to
be a very boyish-looking chap.

“Do you know LeRoy Leick?” asked
Detective Shanley.

“Sure I do.
place where I worked part time,” Dukes
answered readily. 7 f

“Did he ever proposition you on any-
oe. demanded Bills. :

0.”

HAT settled it as far as the detective
trio was concerned. Dukes ap-
parently had lied. He must be covering
up for some reason,
Captain Flor ordered Leick brought

‘from Denver General Hospital. Detec-

He was manager of a >

tives Julius Goebel and Patrick Grace
escorted the weak, tottering man into
Flor’s office late Thursday afternoon,
December 3, almost 48 hours after the
affair on Broadway.

At first Leick repeated the snatches
of information he had given the detec-
tives -previously.

-Captain Flor listened patiently. “And
that’s it, Leick?” he asked, quietly.

“That’s it,” affirmed the husband.

“How about Lucius Messervy and
the proposition you offered him, Leick?”
asked Flor. :

Leick’s jaw sagged open in surprise.

“How about the proposition you
offered Tom Ward?” persisted Flor.

Completely startled, Leick was un-
able to answer.

“And what about Joe Harris, who
wanted ten thousand dollars for the
deal? And what about Gene Dukes?”

“I don’t—I don’t get you,” Leick
stammered finally.
mare Dukes in,” ordered Captain

or.

The detectives ushered the youth in
from an adjoining anteroom. He
glanced at Leick but Leick did not re-
ioe the look, staring instead at the

oor.

Following this meeting, Captain Flor
announced later, Dukes broke down and
— a statement admitting the entire
plot. E

This, the-Captain claimed, was his
statement:

“I was supposed to beat Leick up and

I was to get two thousand dollars for
doing it. He talked to me about it
about a month ago. And last Sunday
night we made final arrangements for
Tuesday night. I was to hide in the
car a little before seven o'clock. It was
parked in the alley behind the apart-
ment-house. I had a piece of lead pipe
I took from the place where I worked
and I had gloves Leick gave me.

“Leick came down to see if I was all
set. I was. Then he came back with

his wife and sister-in-law. As they all:
got in the front seat I rose up and hit
Vera and said, ‘This is a stickup!’ Leick
pushed her out of the car. I climbed
over into the front seat. Evelyn was in
a heap on the floor of the car, hysterical.
I wasn’t supposed to touch her.

“We drove a few blocks and stopped.
Then Leick choked Evelyn, maybe for
fifteen minutes. I just sat there. She
resisted at first but he kept on. Then
we put her in the back of the car, on the
floor. I took her legs, Leick her head
and shoulders.

“Then we got out of the car and
walked a block or two to an alley and
then I hit Leick on the head with the
pipe and on one hand. He said that was—
enough and for me to go. I went back
to the Orpheum Theater. It was a
little after half-past seven. I had bought
a ticket to the theater before hiding in
the red sedan. That was for an alibi.”

Leick, too, confessed then, Captain
Flor said, confirming Dukes’ story ex-
cept that he claimed Dukes and not he
had strangled Mrs. Leick. The husband
showed emotion only when he asked
how Vera was. Told that she-wouldn’t

believe he could be guilty, he choked up“*™

Early on the evening of December 4,. -
1953, District Attorney Bert M. Keat-
ing filed first-degree murder charges ~
against Leick and Dukes and they were
held without bond. A release order was
rushed to Brighton, Colorado, for the
freeing of Mike Collins, the man with
the bloody gloves. : .

On December 16 Leick pleaded inno- ~
cent and innocent by reason of insan-
ity. Dukes, through his attorney, asked
for a continuance before pleading to the
charges.

As this issue of OFFICIAL DETEC-
TIVES STORIES goes to press further
action against them is pending. ,

The names Mike Collins and Joe Har-.. .-

ris are fictitious in this story to protect
innocent persons.

vs


: _ After. seven years of walking in the shadow ‘of the electric chair,

~ an ingenious electronic firing squad of four. buttons ‘awaited

2s us Vincent Ciucci. Three buttons were dummies. One would send 1,900 volts .

TRUE D TECTIVE MAGAZINE, July, 1962,

slamming into the condemned man "like 40 million baseball bats”

INCENT CIUCCI, a razor-faced, crew-cut ex-grocer strode
briskly from the warden’s office between two brawny guards.
For three hours, he had been talking with his mother, a

‘ brown-eyed little woman in severe black suit and black galoshes

who seemed numbed by the circumstances of her visit.’ He also
~ had been examined by a psychiatrist and a physician. who pro-
nounced him in excellent condition. —

Now, a few feet from his line of walk, a.guard captain droned
questions to verify the identities of three inmates being dis-
charged; at Door One, through which authorized outsiders are
admitted to the jail, a woman sobbed because regulations for-
bade her leaving cigarettes for a prisoner; across a darkened
parking lot, lights burned in the Criminal Courts Building as
janitors mopped the halls and emptied cuspidors, and at the
barred door leading to the jail’s labyrinth of cells, a reporter

“stopped talking with me as Ciucci approached.
He paused in front of _us, smiled weakly, and extended his.

_hand. ;
‘How are things going, Vince?” we asked.

“Well,”’ he said softly, ‘‘you’ve gotta. take what comes. You
can’t change anything, complaining."’ 2

We chatted briefly, and Ciucci, whom three juries “had called

~ a killer, mentioned that he'd ike to turn.a hand of. cards. “Do ifs

?
“Well,” he grinned, “bring someone ‘along and come on down
~ Then the guards shouldered him away, and the None
slammed the heavy door behind him. ~

We didn’t accept his invitation because we couldn’t. To have
“ “come down,” as the slender, dark-haired prisoner proposed,
_ would have meant following him into the sub-basement of the _

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LUCK RUNS

cution date:
yesterday for -
Vincent Ciucci;”
33, for the gun.
and torch
murder of his.
8 year old son .
in 1953.

_ The court:
ruled that:
‘Ciucci must
‘die in the elec:
tric chair in’
the Cook coun-: -

‘ty jail.on Sept, 15.

Nine other death dates have
been set for ‘Ciucci since he
was convicted in 1955 of shoot-
ing and burning his boy, Vin-
cent, Jr..Each time, Clucci es-
caped eiectrocution thru stays
of execution granted for fur-
ther appeals. One R

Expected It, He Says

Yesterday, however, ‘Ciucci
indicated ‘that he believed his
luck, and ‘his appeals, had run
out.

"T expected it, ” he muttered |
when the jail warden, Jack -R."

_ Ciucel |

Johnson, told him of the . Su- |

preme court ruling. Ciucci said
he had seen his lawyer, George
Leighton, - and that Leighton

‘wasn’t optimistic.”

But Leighton disclosed yester-
day that Ciucci’s appeals were
-|mot exhausted. Before the exe-
cution date, Leighton said, a
habeas corpus action for Ciucci
will be filed in Fopeenl Diataiet
court here,

Entire Family Killed

In this proceeding, Leighton

said, the District ‘court will be
asked to rule on‘Ciucci’s claim
that he was convicted “in an

atmosphere of prejudice engen-.

dered by newspaper’ publicity
caused by the prosecution.”
“The new fedéral court
action may or may not have.
the effect of staying the’ Ciucci
execution date,” Leighton
added. -
Ciucci’s. famil y—his ‘wife,
Anna; his daughters, Virginia,
8, and Angeline, 4; and his son
—died on Dec. 18, 1953, as fire
swept their apartment at 3101
Harrison st, Police found that

CIUCGI SAYS HIS}

nois Supreme court set an. exe- |.

8 slayings, Ciucci. insisted that

-ceived 20 years in prison for

all: of them ‘died from. gunshot
wounds in the head. mest
In trials’ for - three” of the

he was’ innocent. He first ‘re-

his. wife’s “murder and then
got a 45 year tefm for the
Slaying of Angeline. Finally,
he was sentenced to death, for
killing. his son.

Goes to Highest Court

The last conviction and death
sentence’ were appealed by
Ciueci to the Illinois Supreme
court. In May, 1956, the state
court affirmed the conviction
and‘ upheld the sentence. ”

Ciucci then carried his case |:
to the United States Supreme | '
court. His plea that the series |’
of. murder: trials had violated
his: civil. rights was ‘rejected.
Three weeks ago, the United
States Supreme -court refused |.
to ‘consider Ciucci’s plea that
he ‘had been’ denied a_ fair
trial. -The - case ‘then was re-
turned to the Illinois’Supreme |*
| court.

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cent Ciucci to death would be more merciful
than to send him to life in prison, but whoever

takes a life—whether lawfully or unlawfully—-
lives with this decision the rest of his life.”
Similar appeals were made for James Dukes,
also known as James Welch. He was convicted
of fatally shooting Detective John Blyth Sr. ir
a South Side alley after be had already shot
two church workers who had tried to stop hin
when they found him beating his girl! friend.
Detective Dan Rolewicz, a friend of Blytt
who was with him at the time of the shooting
was given permission to be present at Dukes'
execution. Minutes before it, he told a reporter,
“I've been waiting a long time for this.”

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ponmed THIS AT THE
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out wAS Act (0- 10- §2
anne tl SLAYING he last two convicts executed in Cook
EXECUTED eonh County were Vincent Ciucci and James
. Youn vON ; Dukes. Both men died in the electric
IS yery chair at Cook County Jail in 1962—Ciucci on
March 23 and Dukes on Aug. 24.
MicAAEl - Ciucci, 35, was convicted of killing his wife
yaa's and three children, a crime he tried to cover up
de wAS A oR by setting fire to their West Side house. Dukes,
: 37, was found guilty of killing a police detective
y TRADE L THE in a gun battle. The crimes were committed
Gy T several years earlier—Ciucci’s in 1955 and
€ WAS iN) Dukes’ in 1956—and both death penalties were
\ CAKE SCEN appealed and delayed many times.
‘ Siting ii A special drama surrounded Ciucci’s case
Fue APARTMENT bEHING hen it became known that there was another
a : woman in his life. She was Carol Amora, who

4
STORE y at the time of Ciucci’s execution was 28 years

Als GRaceRY fol old and the mother of a 9-year-old daughter
Him:

Mics AmoRA hoKiie

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fathered by Ciucci.

Amora tried to save her lover at the end,
reveafing an account of the murders not previ
ously heard, namely, that it was Ciucci’s wife
who had shot the ghildren and that she was
then killed by her husband. Amora said Ciucci
had told this to her, swearing her to secrecy,
during a visit to his cell seven years earlier.

Another last-minute attempt to save Ciucci
was made by the Rev. Dismas Clark, the St.
Louis Jesuit who was known as the ‘hoodlum
priest” for his work among convicts. In a plea
for clemency to Otto Kerner, then the governor
of linus, Father Clark wrote, ‘‘To send Vin-

While on Death Row, Dukes had converted to
Roman Catholicism, and he spent his last day
in prayer, meditation, reading, and conversa-

tion with jail chaplains. Some time was given“

over to visiting with his parents and other
relatives. While returning to his cell from one
of these visits, he patted a reporter on the back
and said, ‘Take it easy now.”

After the execution, Warden Jack Johnsor:
carried out Dukes’ request to hand out tc
reporters copies of Plato’s ‘“‘Apology.”’ Dukes
had underlined a quotation from Socrates—the
last words uttered by the Greek philosophe:
before his own self-inflicted execution: ‘The
hour of departure has arrived, and we go oui
ways, { to die and you to #.ve. Which is better
God oniy kitows.”*

Fach Todnscn AcTED AS
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on March 23, 1962.

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JUDGE RULES
“cuuce! LIE TEST
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I Minos Preredane on
Evidence Set |

Judge Richard B. ‘Becton

detector test taken by Vincent
iCinect,, 27, may be admitted i in
-evidence in his trial ona

ter, Angeline, ‘4. This is the

nal trial.
pone which indicates Ciucei
‘ing, at a later ,point in the}

Assistant State’s “Atty. Sam|
‘Papanek to refer to the test |

he began calling witnesses to|
day the groundwork of the|

Tuled in Criminal edurt yester-
day that a report on a lie

charge of murdering his daugh-/

first time such ‘a ruling -has
been made i in an Ilinois crimi-,

. The state will offer the re-
lied? in his denial of the slay- |

trial. The decision permitted |

in his opening statement. Then |:

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Fe LPS Kod’ ai up | oka 1 cou dn‘t | Ce Clet-g, e} road to thé Clefford houseboat} |

: rd you ‘sal iF ‘way. do wn ) wnylike a dog, |li§% throdgh.a swamp) in. which trees|| ||h
& | 1 le phi nde od 8 [body tr en fled toj'xhd. underbrush’ labo : To reach} ||

ng *J'this,elty, eases the pigne ‘the cabinboat.one| walk along a small || ||

: | in the arms "ot rei a d here cars. af coal are| ||
Ma | i , Pai, c. |. 20.—Bur- That is the’ ters he} crime|in'&| run from Sander

ed woman. | 'rallro d track ar

pa ee 4n architecturall grandeur lany |-2utshelll| It was a bfutal murder, de-|iLanding. A da
sy |. h ‘ed! ice. of this geno ina fon Void | of nything that [might in) any|edy John. Taylor,
iw York, the| new |Calv y | way. |ser' e as! an exten et c Fema the cabin: niet
piss pal church | of we stance. , | or more from the!

‘e the. trag-
Hasford, visited
| hundred: yards
ding. he’ met Ed-|

s }| born!

od ward

ia (was dedicated’ with impressive BL: | h lefford in s. |The boy |

a Phat {same little | had. br iit al fire cooking : a |!

ay ee a ; ‘ha. la[ three mur- meal. | le was

itil : te |) | derers ; v a’ pee the A. ae a aie of a

ert ath io i i ford | lived | freshl

ve TN 4 | inpome. About

iv "tok Pent ne n hardly be any| dou be but|that the
ss | mutder, was premeditated. , \ Edward
‘pit. was Cleffori knew hig athér’ had the mon-

ie , 5 | West | In broad Wa light and on| ey in his possession, The, son had led

ce Buch ate isa ipal | thorotgh are , of the a wild life. He w gTOss and ‘sensual.

‘cell te y, Glasford escaped|and since: that Withot t funds he ould) not’ gratify his
mie | \aay meine ‘has be¢n found) Of animal) passion equipped = ‘with | -

eles al | hind. ll tl oe money “he could AY end ‘night |'*

fall . 20.—'| ots B tts, another| ife. murderer, after night’ | In iene

“eal 7 ing it Was n rt load a a nN born) in or ‘near}Glasford.’ Hotts|in' the| houses ann fame

ibe e ‘farmer boy)’ pointed, a! shotgun’ eG ed his wife to dgath !in a fit of{ Peorja.|. With ‘thé Af obtaining

) | = 16-ye r-oki sister sto | anger. He was ‘captured the next|this maney uppermost in his brain he

the, p i So © morning fie in, due jedurse of time| returned to the cabin boat from Peo- | ;

the} girl|t6, the muzzle of tho ‘he. explate ed hia brine} ° the allows ria, where he had. eat postk BOMe |. |
il ner | head w 8 blown fro of the hain un Yi a time. |

tae ders, || i Tho] at of the A wag Ole tord Several days e aps 4d before the

the || ie In Faas aoa evts | rd Leathe warnt co found an opportunity to carry out

ihe | Ae ak 5 Gbans | his} -hellish plot. His welder brother,

nal @ of the three. tie was |aviout the pame | ay rlea, was home and. It was not un-

“at. DEATH | || BRO! as: ‘Batts and abo the aang: Bort | i) Saturday that | eparted, Iuaac |

ea | a eee ouree hh coe | 2 cue had . rah ‘rape set-in the
", a own sfo woods rot far from) the |boat. . Kaward
ob-. | Continued {rom Pp ie» wofild bo) supposed tha m0

for | ould have] But thelold man did not visit the traps

born and renured there
+ “| cvonig that. the! Roverhor cpt gi loast la ‘few! friends | get so far) and the! son, urged|on by his passion,
ahs | iH durin u ee caee SOW er 6 aly as!is known not¥ond, human being waxed impatient at, the/ delay.
atid | his execution, He showed! visible ef. | 2 me os has a 609 d| word to say! Sunday morning About 9 o'clock Ed-
{fects pf his} threatened | | dest uction of Edward Clefford, : <a | ward Clefford y@ termined to, walt no
Jand though xhibiting thd | aam rame- As the m ts incll od, xO the! tree longer. | Abo ‘clock he saw his
n ae at will grow, Krom his early boyhood, ebony. About ten fedt. from tho

ended him td thet nd his
man er way steno | | | almost: Ag) 800n Ay ne ould walk | and | boat Isaac Clefford Was standing,

9 cal.

= Who'} dug a grave, near the spot and waited.

PE ws. %


- |/pripst:) He ‘sald: he, had ‘hepn | pading
v? | considerable jand receiver lation
| in th@ teachings of| the. ‘cae oe

|. He) ate a. hearty. breaktd

inte 1 that

wag turnishe d. | last | “meal
hé | was served po
frie rd Potato PS, .

| ‘sald @ felt |
n Tha | conden hed |
icer when ‘the

'y and ‘s hswered, |
§| | tives d Bi ted im, Ho Din bae when
a+ L mentic 6 jof his jsweetheart, |
bys ra | darley if! his lips quiyered (and |
1g; | he showe that he was with |
ie emotions’ ha only ¢ few | be Sig, 3
ly poi rs|'to. live coulc Bry oe CR z als;
(e 7 ‘for |several The hice Cabin Boat. || Standing’ on. the Pla fotm at’ the® Side Clettord | |
Zr) Shot Hie Father, Who Was Standing Neer the |Rear of the! Boat. i). |
it- ~~ T yt) ou te Par ie
| le ated rec ated e his early companions ‘and they both | ing the ¢
ragement given ‘survive hin Mrs, Clefford a ed ‘wien | Clefford flr
| ty Edward. was about thrpe| y¢hrs’ Old.| ¢ Isaac Me
: ‘The boy and his | sister ard a arog t | firbt, shot. °
J burden on the |: fathor'| and Georg (oP throy
‘4 | Cleffard, al ‘cousin, whe alsa. rales hid! jaw. |
BI | near. i iba agree re | him until his back was toward the |
t lof then borge ‘Cleffor | C y. n| Edward letford fired tho
yd | today am ething, of tho}: : arrel. Prone. on his ‘face ‘fell
J boy ° bawar Clefford way — The ind) was still be;
elt learned from alm. “Hé¢ tween his ‘dlenched: teeth, |
ne J little icuss,": sald Georgel., ‘ VA8$ g00 “as his fat er- id fallen ‘to
id, other day. Ir He always: the unnathral): son rushed.
‘é! tried to ‘keep him), but Ho, turned the body. al |
6 | | was gia (enough { might. h vO. done a lo and rifled |.
| ‘ was| his ddd. He was |tao m @, took therefrom
Ne mon |" “why, time 3 ( f dollats and with-| |: AP
4 | tinued Clefford, “I pave Begn tha valtl ry to see whether his father. inter,
al boy's dad t ko hi and,| way dead/or alive struck ont: across | _—
by {lea | the, fields| toward Peéorta. |A: nelgh- |: Tih ae
Le |! away.|. He bot standing near by. ‘saw him. run- le] Mae
building | an | ning. acrogs| the flelds|and a told a com: | |: |
teacher. |A panion that Eddie had ptobably,’ ‘been | |:

| the | kid): | would:| |
'o* Veouldn't” ao anyth ng with’
dcede | was “bt | onery,| that's anf

rnor | ‘Aha ‘th boy, |grew!

Ay | Su to" something ‘again.” |'No | one me
/or| lattem ited to ‘top the |)"
and, he | made wal to pa

’ ‘rec 38}

a léested. |
ge | to'|'the| grew: : | Upon =r ae te today +
Rd oat re him 39 with a’ companion’ a q iga ut
@ | youths of '; i nel an : small sum] of. money,: then n came Wh
and? Tywan no} at more”; rono inced, r| Hel § i
‘lr’ telephone| meshagts we scanty education and what! The) we
ts eet vot. ‘epoal ta dvvi| he n | was, ' ae
| ( : det “1h ‘ ‘ expres a 1 ie tes eis, g™
tere Dal tb |
gieskg eat aes ts |) Tsaa Cle ord, the: ™m i) ae
\t ot oad “| was al ecullar character) | When: n ee Oo
fram ‘this inst,, re “workin DLy thé coal min 8’ ‘in t Hy
ward) Clefford:' rece A vicinity’ of /Glasford) he’ cel
ca ered xt ‘ ie
ie ul In ’ ne *
| nor: sw
: the eatly!
| ‘{lved,”
|} thd: course | ecines
Ol! For! that] reaso
'S\|'refuse | ta ir lerteret?
ia si the? cara
id ! ; bys nl tha ‘facts
eile the a ae prt f
WN ic the | here is suffice
sil
|
tel



’ {ii’ I" eed oc Ra: Mi) ( ) ‘get- in the
Mr. b- | ae | Continued trom be 98) In a ttle town lik Glasford., tt 34 dp ot far from the boat, KEx«iward
oletd for. mm ‘ i would relegnepece that, a hoy | Who| dug.a grave néar the spot and waited.

—'T, Dow-|/ evening: that the governor h ‘ad put was born and reared there ‘would Nave But thelold man d{q not| visit the traps

Mish /An-/ the ee up to Judge Grecia d that | ®t: erred few) friends.| Yet so far)and the| son,'urged on by his ‘passion,
‘ings! Mr. ‘would have power to stay hd the kn nh ot on man béing: waxed | patient at the] delay. |
stex a nh. He showed) visible ef- 6 nas @ 6000:

threatened | | ites uction of Eedwat d Clefford, 5 ward | Cleffor t ined to, walt no

our exhibiting. thd samo game- | As ‘the wig { Inclined, 0 the} tree | ‘longer. | Abo ‘clock he saw his
s that attended him t hef nd ‘ig | Will; grow.” From ‘his le tly boyhood, |opportunity, | About ten] feet. froin. tho
ler was| submissive, . ti Aiwa che he ¢ould walk| and boat Isaac. Clefford, . was standing,
| Arose shortly after 6!o’clock and | talk) Edward Clefford| wad what! tae ying his pipe. he gon was inside.

ica the floor. a cloth- le\ of: Glastard ‘term ohery.”. ‘He The asia doubl barteled shot gun

rd! to SBY,| | Burtday on dou! ‘9 o'clock Ed-

y in his underahirt, is| trousers ref ed to. yield) to. dispiplit, he| was] on the | ed, the] property of the {ather.
and his shoes and paid no, ttention | Jn. headstrong, determined and without Selaing - the gun ‘fn |his hands the un-
hig’. ae raiment, to the pists lof the | moral perception. | ane ‘|| "Y natural wretch . passed through the
ACE pzes |that came in from The. boy ‘who! swungl f or the | gal- door,, out..on the” pore ‘and peered

_ laa that | Idws in the Porta county. ot tates around the co er of the. boat. The

tae orning was. the’ young st of ree | old man|was'standing.upright with the
# | 'showek a: hidposltt n to talk| chil ren. if? brother antl

rére | side.of hia ,face toward the boat. Rais-
| spoke ‘to, and waal|free [to an-| _._| | ay Wt IE Ee: Pot he, CALGE Be eur ced ce
iswer| all questions | of lis | INLET Vie WET, | ~ pemmbnemyepET EERE or te
= was) undoubte IM lessened eh Sow Ras aig oes ; AL or ths
iss ough | the spirittial advice ne had
rece on

nd he
pproach of
st, hou B. which would bring the) JSsee
4 ading | p2saees
ia CSRS

1) that
“meal
erman
: ‘| Jelly, | Ba
land’ butter, coffee a hd fruit, He
@ felt petter jafter ep ating. | ;
| y exHiblted. little.
as jasked
his rela-
when | EO
pethdart, | Bees fa

y,, his lips quivered ‘and| Pye ae.
that he was cee 7 Lo ae
ith! a few | be 4g", og Mn

Sister.

SRA REE

He. was he ond gta , -
ut. oper: The Clefford Cabin Boat. Hedi (On. the: Platform at' the” si oy Cleftord
r ya

his pre. | Shot His  Fphers Wa Who V staid g Near the |Rear of the Boat. 1. | 0
He, went to} ‘shortly | | whey es wit a ‘é ee eee Ge ee
ire aid he lep ‘well. : is A cn] 9
apprecla ed every word of en-|'hig o early dombartonk amd! t ey br | ink the gun , his boda, Edwar« A
iter ahd thim ard| ret irned ‘survive him. Mrs, Clefford dled wi Deh Clefford fired.) & :

He Edward: was t hout, thr 2G y ars old. j 8aac Cleft r id no ' fall at. ‘the
| game; ‘The boy and Wisi sistér |werg a Rreat | first shot.) paden |/pellets onl)
ould) be | burden .on the ‘fathar)): an ieorge | tore through his k and’ shatterac
1 for ‘all Cleffard, a cousin, “who asd resiles | big) jaw. |The shock!‘partially turned -
jail ite r.' Hast rd, agreed | foltake enre| him until his back |wag. toward the —
f 'thdm. George ‘Clefforl! ts alive boy. Then;Edward Clef ord fired the 9
ene time today! ea of tho manner Of} second barrel. Prone. on! ‘his: face 'fel!
1

deuth | boy' Hdward Clefford . wa: may he | tha aged man.' The pipe wae still be
«the | learned from ‘aim. “He's ‘ mean | tween his clenched: theth| |

suit.| little cuss," sald Georrd C he.’ +A, soon:as ‘his fat er ha ‘fatten to -
garbed | other day. ite al ways:} ‘L| the earth} the unnathral: son lpia ~
ar arid | tried to ke im, but: pon, fo |h{s side; - He, turned od th body

had | was gid. enough " took |hi 0} he| might havo, done |a ir & and ri re Q

ook. there m e-

was | hig dad. s|too mgny for me, | L the ‘pockets. | |
mon | “Ww 7 ne "ea timel a ain,” BOmMe, hurldreda ef d Nats. and with-
ni of | tinue Clef ord, “I hav en: out) waiting to see, whether ‘his father e
nsel | boy's dad take /him by, | he ) and | way. dead |or alive struck: out’ across
e. hour: lead him|'to ohooh i ithe ‘fields| toward. MAD ;
un, |) saway.|. He would tak th

AS 4 ‘bo
repeated | building }and. turn )h{m
‘repeated |'teacher. |A n jas the [he
ing, |is-| recess} the - “kid | would.

ide d| rémained| { a |

Ing near by. ‘saw! him. run-
s| the'flelds/ and ‘told a:com- ¢
t Eddie: had ‘probably, been +
ain.” ||No one

intérdfered ‘or! attempted| to | stop ‘me
ag derer malate | made" his, wa)’:

Geren unmolésted. .. I i
8 he fe)l
BAVS on

stat nd

couldn't” jdo |anything| wi

| ie dcede wad te lon sei all
r

i\ a | Afte
{tot

mayor's Bl t ae
‘fol owing,

Arnor | |“ And} sd the. boy ab
» | the Bre older: the characte

Upon,-reaching, thi

‘el

fs rh so different: fron «! ith a companion’ and
seh to ay whole. youths ‘the in ighbor small; sum|of. money,: They then ca
PADD TY f. ol, re tele: |mor ha inced. || He: -|on up the/streats and| stopped at the
the 5 bs «ons scanty! education and. what. Rell cloth{ tore, corner of Adams
rkshg} ard ord. | he ‘did sain was,’ as’ Gedred Cleffo d| and Chesthut Btreets,. where! Clef ford
th tp | vert or's fo ‘mal i Wig expréshed i ; crasuied ‘down 8 purchased oak at and) some ‘dloth {rig.
Ja cba ariel ram | thront.” bo icra: ||| ‘The two. ‘men’ then visited’ the
ive! eon to the'lm : ;| iG Isagne Clef ord, “the mu atrea mal : bugnios in Walnut stre pt: and the


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a : ‘ if HEN ston $4

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Sere,

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‘| claimed ; the rd. \A’ Lew | months | || | he
-lago he exhibt wenty-dollar bill |. aay eee ines )
| td an| acquaintante and informed him |

that It -was one of he bills he had

received, for fin ing tHe body of the
drow ed| man.

,Mistrust of banks ‘ka cuunlaate was
a factor), in I Clefford's  . death.
A whe r,of people in Glasford knew

Bieta My

that he hhd in his possession quite
‘a large gum of money. No ‘ond knew
thin nee r than [his degenerate son. |
dward Clefford had carefully | pe
lane o kill hig father, that he nad] || :

plotted for days i Nene about an
opportunity favo : are
design, is trio wit ut question. tovi-| || geo ate
dence} to substantiate this theory is| ‘Prague +1
Incontrovertable,- even though it was er ne P : |
not brought out: at trial, . |
}
\
{
|

dha his. fiendish

©| road to the Clefford houseboat] |.
YW through a s amp, in which. trees
d

underbrush abound, To reach
the cabinboat.one walks along a small

railroad track where cars of coal are |
run from Banddr ming to Lancaster |
r so |before the trag:| |

edy John Taylor, \of Giasford, visited |
the cabin’ boat. Two! hundred yards
or more from the landing he tet Ed-| |
Clefford inthe w ds. The boy |
had. ‘built aj fire and w ‘cook cng: a |
|

|

Not |a dozen yards a’ Ay was
& mound of earth by, the | side of a

Let,
ae

\ In view of the above incident there | | a ' es
an hardly be any| doubt but that the | | ° Bakes:
murdey was premeditated. Edward |. ae
Clefford knew his fathér had the mon-
ey In his possession. The son had led
d jife. He was gross and sensual.

\4
|
sche
an
a wie ey
i}

The Young Man Sitting on ‘the Log 7 Charles Cetons Brother of |the
ma

urderer. The Older Man) Ig a Cou

-of Isaac, Clefford. “He Reread 4
Without funds he ould, not gratify his |’ Edward, the Boy's Mother Having D ed When He Wasa Baby.’ eye | yt
animal| passion, equipped with} |): oe
money| he could ‘spend night | if ne | y
after [night | in at “faria in anid attempted to throw the ahthort: culated a petition asking the , Lae phon
In the) houses aT fame ties off tho tradf, Wut it was abeless. {to commute | the sentence te Hoe j'ur
Peoria. ‘With the idea of obtaining He! was Identifigd by a score of per-||prisonment. | It was takon to tae | es,
thig mdney uppermost in his brain he sons and was held to the grand jury. brnor and turned over to othe + vtes
returned to the cabin boat from Peo-| pater he confessed. ‘|| board of pardons. Nothing coun) (oR,
ria, where he had oer lJoafing some |. Removed to the county jail Clef-|| The supersedean had sta isl | De
time, | fond confessed his crime to the ktate’ i cember, 20. (The supreme ptoglew
. Beveral days elapsed before the 2 rney ani: ‘sald that he would en-| it careful review of the cu vad Wr ot:
«i found an opportunity to carry out | ay!" ‘a plea of guilty, “l want to eet to interfere With the ver =:
hi hellish plot. His elder brother, th thing over hs s00n as possible, "Ht Stultas then: mide one... so tteteral
Ch rlea, was Home and was not un- hell told Scholes.! But when he Wan| to the governor and w: wu ad
aM Satirday that he departed. Isaac tuken into’ court he changed hig mind) ferred to thd xtate boar ot pus mye,
octet had gomé traps’ set-in the an(l refused to take a plea, Ho made nid final plea beh ite
woods not far trom) the| iboat, Edward the November grand jury wns, then n| dy Tuesday af this we teaatn oo |
| aug a grave near the spot and waited. redhlled and an Indictment. voted. | dut result. |Roth the goverio: job
But thelold man did not visit the traps ‘Vhs cars wns let for-telat at ‘thelbwhe state hoped: dee lared that the evi! 7,
ang the son, urged| on by his. passion, Ja a con Of SouRE: 1907, | After dence of guilt WARK too conclusive, | |
waxed impatient at the delay. ne otfations with various lawyers had | Clefford mi ade two attempts *o|
Sunday morning about 9 o'clock Ed- fallen throush G. A. Stultz secured | break Jall,, Hoth of which eae Pa
ward Clefford «termined to walt no from Clefford an assignmont of  hia| bting successful, While his trial was
longer. _Abott“) lock he saw his share of his father’s estate and under-| I) progress, |in company with a hale
opportunity, About ten. feet from the foals hiv ilavensc. | | dozen other prisoners, he managed: to
boat IsAne Cleffor§ wos 9 atan tin: a ae ee Par wae

SS ert

a


sd way hack to jail he laughed and - ef: was able to hold, Clefford,. bi rae
eee vee ol i, and; | when he entered: th¢ cor-| Brpphy got a ay The two men 1 ee
he te shouted! to| his; cornpantions  in- thdmasetven {1 la dark rvem close tem” ;
Bio, < Lach sid “Hang, ‘ti I'm" cefaetia in ‘hell, side the entrance sto. the jafl| pro oe
$ ig | ) boy ie and when Heintz opened the door’ te” |
kee , Stultz made a desperate effo t to ip is in’ the for pt they. ek a dash fe Ad
Be get |A new trial far his client, | He at- |liberty. ; oe
4 ie freed \tacked the |standing of Juror Freder-| As a result! of .that escapade Cla ;
’ i ickson, ani presented - affidavits to| ford. was plated In murderers) cel@®
ieee show that ‘the juror, an employe of arc ‘a deati jwatch placed ‘over hi im:
EGE he Avery Co., hdd ‘said’ that if \Clef- ishartly | ‘attek the decision ‘of the: ‘6 2
ge res - ‘was guilty hé. ought to han like ||prqame: court Wwas- “announced, ‘and. 4
BS a dog, and that if he: got on the jury never left th cell until he ‘march ‘
feox4 | he Would see that he did. | | to |the ‘one’ dverlooking the: gallo ;
weet | | But counter. affidavits destroye ‘the from which “he today.) ‘swung | into
Be, effet of this, and showed| that | red eae nity, aa i Cte) ee Bb ae
eric on ‘nad Heed ini squoted, | Stultz | a | Pan
on. the ; Platform at the" s| e Clefford alsa) piece ace a his | The dunday Lyceui. | I:
Neer tre. Rear-of the) ie ine Ninh to’ the Ssary when He" |sald|,.Tpmorrow. Afternoon th. abil a
= ; es Le that |Clefford did not dare’ take| the Lyceum: will Wel ‘addressed YSti ue
hl ink the gu, : stan “and that! if ho did) ho| would} + Gele."the well kriown pr ne lltahe
ne ene un houlder. Edward lage) a noose! around als, neck |and the |Saturday Raview. His wih atte.
;: Clofford ae tla Li fall eta | en ‘ ; be “Comparatiye | Social! Cou Mitt yons “ i
. Baac (lefior not-fa at. ‘the || . em The well kngwa Heerary *ovilty of:
Se alinaireine pafien |ibellets only | nal} Se esn (Chetond fo be fagtion Mr.| Cole. Js pufficlent tecommuidae
«| Cone thro k and shattered lon ‘Hinesda Mebruars This er {ion| and. we tan assure, ti: mt i | fealh
; os ori ati iene ia eal waist partuke de. | FHduy,- Phat mins house, ° Papi, tee t, | 1s %
0 ho pn ne hack Nottord fired the day, | createu sone comment it| the i ry | x i . ‘| |.
| spdona barrel. Prong on his face ‘fell time, we walt e The Contest. . spate ote a
| the aged man. bg was still be- | Sits displayed) great activity In A Less, than a tnonth remah Int witlelt
| tween his| elenched: teeth! | vehalf of his, client “and sec ured Alto vote for tile | great priz.. oitered
o| *A& soon’ as his father haa ‘fallen, ‘to ptay/| pt proceedings for thirty) days. | py The Star. || Although’ ‘the’, 4 BT we
| thd’-oarth| the unnatural son rushed {Beforp that time had expired’a super | prizds; tive, hi 1 grade plazggy south”
Q te Ihfe: aide: He. turned the body as |sedes had been granted. by the! same ne | $465 each, have ‘ney Payor, EF
o} he|might havo. done |a ibe and rifled ourti|and Stulty. prepared 'o makp & | dquallled in, any contest give tw ee
thy, pockets. ¢ took therefrom furth r fight for his Oot life, {aria |or in central Iifhois, thy So is
«| BO ; and with- APout this time Rev. l. Dwinell:| prizds are valuable and well worth) tin pi
t'| out} waiting’ to. see whether his. father haters ted Aimeelf th tho “ease an cir: |e fort which It jtakes to. get then; 4 a
4] way) dead |o ck out across | —— \ an palma hE Oh CSE i iis |
f,| the!’ fields) toward Peéori \A ‘neigh- ial BO Ad OMA LL A te ea, at bee = ru. ae:
8, = standing near by saw. him. run- ia repent mT Sb Oe ome Te Met, om A
a] ning acro&s| the -fields|and told a: com- ae, Pe oS ie
t] pa fon that ‘Eddie had probably. been ik a yet
, Short ati in.” | |No. one ||... Sale , te}
f, attempted to} stop the Pas Bs x “ 4
| ; ne k ma 6 his way | | to | hs Race Bi F
hy ree fell in| ee Sancik ah
y's ‘eum - ES j
t ‘on up the | str ‘ am tN ape
Bell j¢loth ng <, Be Pda x it ie
4 and) Chest: ‘ ae nat a ook 4 ws 4 r
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_the fatal shooting of Chicago Policeman Jose
.one of the great unsolved mysteries in the an


‘CIUCCI’S NEXT
TRIAL SLATED
TO OPEN JUNE 14

Trial of Vincent Ciucci, 27,
for the murder of his daughter,
Angeline, 4, was assigned yes-
terday by Acting Chief Justice
Richard Austin to Judge Henry
L. Burman of Criminal: court,

and Judge Burman said the
trial will begin June 14.

- Ciucci was sentenced to 20
years in prison Friday by
Judge John T. Dempsey for the
murder of his wife, Anne, 28.
The bodies of the mother,
Angeline, and two other chil-
dren, Vincent Jr., 9, and Vir-
ginia. 8, all shot in the head,

Ghirago Daily Cribune
Tuesday, May 25, 1954
H Part 2—Page 9
HR Part 2—Page 8

were found in the fire charred |
ruins of Ciucci’s grocery and
apartment at 3101 Harrison st.
Dec. 5. .

Ciucci is in the County jail.


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iclUecl SCOWLS
|AS JURY HEARS
“HIS STATEMENT

|Defense Overruled on

Account of Fire

A statement attributed to
Vincent Ciucci was read yes-
terday to the jury trying him in
Criminal court for the mur-

'|der of his wife. Ciucci, impas-
‘| sive.during the first three days
_|of the trial, scowled and

wrung a handkerchief in his

«|hands as the document. was

read by prosecutors.
Defense attorneys tried to
keep the statement out of the

,|record. Thaddeus Toudor,
'|chief defense counsel, charged

that it was spurious and in-

Dempsey overruled the objec-

| tions.

Statements Conflict
The account of the death of

Ciucci’s wife, Anne, 28, and

three children in their combi-
nation grocery store and apart-
ment contradicts in several re-
spects the outline of Ciucci’s

-|defense given in Toudor’s
= |opening statement. The prose-

cution statement indicated that
Ciucci was in the store for a
considerable time before the
members of his family were
shot and a fire broke out.
Toudor said he would show
Ciucci returned home only a
few minutes before the fire.

Toudor disclosed that he had
gone Tuesday night to the
home of Carol Amora, 20, of

view her. Miss Amora carried

several months before the fire.
The state has charged that
Ciucci murdered his family to
be free to marry Miss Amora.
Will Say It to Jury
It was learned Miss Amora
told Toudor that she did not
wish to answer his questions.
She is said to have told Toudor:
“Whatever I have to say, I
will say to the jury.” ;
With her in the apartment
was her sister Rose, 26, and
Carol’s baby, Rose, 7 months,
who, Miss Amora says, was
fathered by Ciucci.
To oth’er inquiries, Miss
Amora replied, “I have paid

for my sins. All I want now is
to. live a good life for the child
and myself.”

Miss ‘Amora has been under
protective guard of the state’s
attorney since the slayings.
Robert J. Smith, assistant
State’s attorney, related that
Ciucci gave the statement in
County hospital 20 hours after

flammatory. Judge John T.|

——

1264 Lexington st., to inter-

on a love affair with Ciucci for

the fire. Dec. 5. Smith and
Samuel Papanek, another as-
sistant state’s attorney, took
turns reading the statement.
Ciucci was quoted in the
document as having said that
he had worked in the store at
3101 Harrison st. during the
day and had helped put the
children—Vincent Jr., 9, Vir-
ginia, 8, and Angeline, 4—to
bed. He said the boy went to
bed about 9:40 p. m. and that
his wife retired about 11:30,

Reads Joke Book
“TI was reading the paper,”
the account continued. “I
washed myself. I had coffee.
I read a joke book and I
smoked; then I went to bed. I
didn’t pay no attention to the

‘Ciucci leaned forward in his

“was heat. I couldn’t catch my

and I jumped up.”

time. It must have been after
midnight.”

Q.—tby Smith] Your wife’
was sleeping when you went to
bed. A.—She wasn’t sound
asleep because, that I know,
because when I got into bed,
she said, “ Vince, did you pull
the alarm on the clock? ”

Here, while Smith read,

chair and rubbed his hands
nervously on his handkerchief. |.

“Next thing I remember,”
continued the statement, “I
jumped up. It was warm. It!

breath. I hollered for my, wife

Hollers Her Name
Q.—Did you try to get to
your wife? A.—,Well, I
screamed. I hollered her
name, o
The statement quoted Ciucci
as having said that when he

‘leaped from his bed, he ran’

first to the kitchen and then’
into the store where he tried
to telephone for help. ‘After
that, according to the account,
he broke -the front door and
fell against the locked screen
door. He said he did not re-
member what happened after.
that.

Toudor has asserted to the
jury that Ciucci ran out of the
store screaming for help.
Earlier prosecution witnesses
have told of dragging Ciucck
out’ of the store unconscious
or nearly so.

Lawyer Times Reading

Smith was subjected to a
rigorous cross-examination by
Toudor. The prosecutor. said
that he read the statement
back to Ciucci two days after
Ciucci gave it and that the de-
fendant initialed each page
and signed it! When Toudor
asked how long it took for him
to read the statement to

Ciucci, Smith replied half an
hour.

Toudor timed the reading to
the jury and announced out
of court that it had taken
about an hour and 35 minutes.
He indicated he would use
this discrepancy to challenge
the authenticity of the state-
ment.

Detective Frank Grady of
the arson detail was called as
a state’s witness to tell of his
investigation of the fire and
shooting. 7


IMPOSE 45 YEAR
TERM ON CIUGC!
NOW FACING 65

Debate Further Trials
in Family Killing
Vincent Ciucci, 28, under 20
year sentence for the murder
of his wife, Ann, 28, was sen-
tenced to an additional 45 year
prison term yesterday for the
murder of one of his daugh-|
ters, Angeline, 4. .
He faces trial on two other
murder indictments in the
slayings of his other daughter,
Virginia, 8, and his son, Vin-
cent Jr., 9. The wife and three
children were found: shot to
death in bed Dec. 5 after a fire
in the Ciuccis’ grocery and

apartment at 3101 Harrison st.
from which Ciucci was rescued.

Judge Criticizes Jury

Judge Richard B. Austin of
Criminal court imposed the 45
year penalty, fixed by a jury

last week, and directed that
Ciucci begin serving it after

he has completed the 20 year

term.

The jury’s decision on pun-
ishment was criticized by —Aus-
tin when Defense Atty. Wil-
liam P. Gerber, arguing his
motion for a new trial, con-
tended that “the jury was not |
satisfied with the proof or it!
would have given Ciucci the
electric chair.”

| “JT think it would have given
him the chair if it had had in-
testinal fortitude,’ the court
‘interjected. “It is not unique
'in Criminal court for a jury
to lack that essential.”

New Trial Denied

* Judge Austin denied a mo-
tion for a new trial, allowed
the customary 100 days for ac-
tion toward a possible appeal,
‘and accepted Gerber’s with-
‘drawal as defense attorney.
Gerber was court appointed.
Assistant State’s- Atty. Sam-
uel Panapek told Chief Justice
Charles S. Dougherty at a
hearing on the two remaining
indictments that the state in-
tended to go to trial with them.
“Is there any sense in try-
‘ing this case again?” Judge’
Dougherty asked. “ Two juries
have refused to inflict the
death penalty. Now the de-
fendant is under sentence to
65 years and I think that, for)
him, is the same as a life sen-
‘ence.”

Suggests Consultation

Dougherty suggested that
Papanek consult State’s Atty.
Gutknecht, who is expected
back from a European trip in
a week, and continued the
hearing to Aug. 19.

Ciucci asked Dougherty to
appoint Atty. James Doherty
as his new attorney. Doherty
assisted Gerber in the second
trial. The chief justice, how-
ever, named Public Defender
Francis McQuarrie to repre-
sent Ciucci for the time being.

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PICK 4 JURORS |
IN FIRE SLAYING
| OF 4IN FAMILY

‘The first panel of four jurors
in the murder trial of Vincent
Ciuci, 28, accused of the fatal
shooting of his wife, Anne, 28; |
and their. three children last.
Dec. 4, was selected yesterday |
in the Criminal court*of Judge,
John T. Dempsey., The four
| were found dead in'the grocery
and. living quarters at 3101
Harrison st. after-a fire there.

, Among the two ywomen and
two men jurors was a ‘grand-.
mother, _ Mrs, Geraldine John-
son; 48, \of »1257: W. 97th pl.,
who, said she has nine children
and 24 grandchildren: Thirty-
five ‘jurors have. ‘been: rejected
in two days of the trial. Ciucci
has-heard this question re-
‘peated to each of them, “If you
thought this case a‘proper one
forthe death penalty, would
you sign a death verdict?” *.

‘ Ciucci ‘has: denied the slay-
ings. He. is being tried for the
murder of his wife. Half of the
jurors have been disqualified ,
ee ghey are note a |


Court affirmed one of three murder con-*

victions against the Chicago storekeeper,
the court also—which could be the basis
for further appeal—stated that calling the

attention of the court to numerous news- |

paper stories about Ciucci required a,rul-
ing of “fundamental unfairness.” Ciucci
had been convicted of killing his wife and
children after falling in love with a 21-
year-old girl who bore him a child.

Henry A. Queor Jr. had a taste of free-
dom—but the accused murderer had no
more success in his jail-break than he had
in eluding officers trailing him for the mur-
der of Mrs. Pauline Penny (Goodnight
Nurse, June 1NswE, 1958). Army Private
Queor was hitchhiking back to his base in

Aberdeen, Md., after his own car burned
out its motor. Mrs. Penny, a nurse, picked
him up, according to his confession. Her
body was found, brutally beaten, in an
Alabama swamp. Awaiting trial for her
slaying, the Winthrop, N. Y., suspect high-
tailed it; Officer W. P. Trawick escorted
him back . . . to a maximum security cell.

James O’Kasick’s conviction in the
murder of Minneapolis Patrolman Robert
Fossum has just been appealed by the 21-
year-old boy who started the gun-fight
with his two brothers—and came out of it
alone (Weaned On Venom, December
INSIDE, 1957). The officer was killed as
he closed in on the three brothers who
were. holding as hostage Eugene Lindgren,
a painting contractor whom James was
found guilty of murdering (in the second

degree) last week. The brothers first .

came to the attention of the police when
a series of drugstore and grocery robber-
ies broke out. While cruising in a police
car, the officer who was later to die no-
ticed that the car in front was carrying
the plates of a stolen car.. Then began the
wild, bullet-ridden chase.

PRISON HARDWARE

You have a page of pictures (Once
Over Lightly, June 1nsweE, 1958) which. il-
lustrates how prisoners come by shaves

and haircuts. The photos show: a torch of °

roHed papers, a can lid, broken glass and
scissors—and yet razors and clippers are
denied the inmates. Can anyone possibly
explain this odd deception?

—Lance Browne, Oakland, Cal.

MAD DOG
The killing of Jamie Meigs (Mad Dogs,

June InsE, 1958) was absolutely sense- .-
. less—meaningless—pointless. He was a

mad dog. Nothing will be too good for
this killer when they find him. He deserves
to be hexed by that unlucky number of
pennies he killed for—13. I’d really like
to see a first-person story done on him. I’d

like to know his background; what his

parents said to him at three;_what the
neighbors thought; if he finished the first
grade .‘ . If there is any cause for this
hideous act, any reason that can be found
for forgiving him I'll go up in.smoke. .. .

—Mrs. Lyle Long, Mobile, Ala.

REQUESTS PHOTOS © Cia

. . . You are to be commended for
printifig photos of how to protect oneself
until help comes (Until Help Comes,
May INSIDE, 1958). I am wondering if
perhaps you can’t publish in a forthcom-
ing edition more photographs of how to
protect oneself when attacked from be-
hind. Most of the afore-mentioned photos

show only front views. .. . As you know, ©

women, especially in large cities, are at the
mercy of madmen daily and according to

the papers, women need to learn to pro-
tect themselves.
—Mrs. Kae Jaworski, Chicago, Ill.

ROCKY ROAD " : '

Jerry Jeffries must be one of the few
child-delinquents -who has profited from
her experiences. A rare phenomenon in-
deed. (I Was ‘A Girl Burglar For Kicks,
April INswe, 1958) I quite believe she
will teach her little girl decent values—
because Jerry has finally found them for
herself. What a rocky road she took.
—Mrs, Ezra Stern, Suffern, N.Y.

e

WRONG GUY
I would like to answer Coletta Ander-
son of Weirton, W. Va. (“Takes Issue,”
On The Record, June 1NstwE, 1958). She
calls a progressive prison whose aim is to
rehabilitate convicted. men a “country
club”—and then blames this psychologi-
cal approach for not changing her hus-
band into a “good guy”—she just chose
the wrong guy, that’s all!
—Pam Larentz, Albuquerque, N. M.

' TV AND A GIRL

Your writer Carl Sifakis did a dandy
job on TV repairmen crooks (You Invite
Him Home To Steal, June 1nswe, 1958).
I’m a bachelor girl and don’t know a

~ spark plug from a washing machine. I

work during the week and for two solid

months my Saturdays were taken up with
appointments with TV repairmen. They
didn’t show up on time, and always
claimed they could fix my set right there
and then—but no one ever fixed it. I lost
a couple of pounds, some real good dates
and now I’ve spent nearly all my vacation
money on those bills. I still don’t have a
set that works and my only compensation
(when I’m home) is reading INSIDE DE-
TECTIVE and FRONT PAGE. (Both wonder-
ful magazines. )

“  —Anita Berger, New York City

CAPITAL PUNISHMENT
Miss F. L. McKearney of Brighton,
Mass. (“Murder’s Accomplice,” On The
Record, June Instwe, 1958) seems to be
quite aware of the number of criminals
put to death in this country. Is she also
aware of the number of law enforcement
personnel that have been killed by these
ruthless menaces to society? . . . It is only
a month ago a college student in this city
was brutally attacked and murdered by 11
hoodlums. It seems to me Mr. Bowling,
Mrs. Linquish and Miss McKearney are
quick to find fault with_our judicial sys-
tem, but they have nothing of their own
to offer in the way of improvement.
—Joseph J. F., Philadelphia, Pa.

Since all the letters published are
against capital punishment, I assume that
is the policy of the magazine. Theoreti-
cally, I am, ‘too, until I read some of the
stories you publish—for example Mad
Dogs (June /nside, 1958). I can quote
the Bible, too.

—Dora Smith, Los Angeles, Cal.

Letters in this column represent a cross-
section of reader opinion and not neces-
sarily that of INSIDE DETECTIVE.—Ed.

RECIPE
Take one copy of INsIDE, add an old
elm tree, a keg of cider and you’ve got
a summer cooler.
—Shirley Bask, Peoria, Ill.

STRAIGHT FROM
I am a nati

and ‘have been in

for 5 years now
a military police
guard at U.S. N:
in Norfolk. I lil.
enjoy trying to
trouble with the
help show that “
can feel more rea
who has to serve
most: people, beca
have to go thro
enjoy any good d
cially like INSIDE
—PFC Rufus

SAD
Sad that Mrs
Eloped With Mu
let herself be hy;
—Mrs. B. A

GREEN THUMB
“Sadder and v
pictured in /nsid:
1958) obviously
derful magazine
gathered a few h
A Stitch In Tim
money.” From |}
photo he looks s:
as he clutches thi
Which occurs to
all that money?
—AHerbert (|

CASTING TODAY
I’m the casting

‘studio here in Ne:

I picked up the A
came to the featu
out a howl of del
to find out that |
impersonated by
happen to be loc
types .. . so just

—and they won”

—A

“CHICKEN” THRI
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aroused some inte
recent On The |}
have something m:
maligned word. TI
ing contest—callec
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First he shot them and then set fire

to the house. He thought the flames

would destroy the damning evidence!

* IN THE END, Friday and the
number 13 proved fatal to Vincent
Ciucci. But not in sequence. The
once-romantic truck driver found the
day and the number unlucky because
on Friday, March 23rd, he sat
down in the electric chair in the dank
basement of Chicago’s Cook County
Jail and absorbed 1,900 shattering
volts of man-made lightning. He
found himseif in that hopeless situ-
ation because his 13th appeal for a
reprieve had been denied by the Su-
preme Court.

24

Before straining against the leather
straps of the sizzling seat, Ciucci ac-
complished one thing at least. His 12
reprieves from the chair since his death
sentence seven years, two months and
twelve days earlier, had smashed the
pre-execution record set by California’s
book-writing, “Red Light Bandit,”
wholesale rapist Caryl Chessman.

Loosely speaking, Vince was exe-
cuted that March Friday for the murder
of his 28-year-old wife and three chil-
dren in their crowded apartment behind
their small grocery store on Chicago’s
West Side. Actually, he was senienced to
death for the rifle slaying of his nine-
year-old son, Vincent Jr., his first born.
Earlier he had gotten off with 20 years

for the murder of his wife, Anna, and
45 years for killing his oldest daughter,
Virginia, 8. He never stood trial for
the murder of his other daughter,
Angeline, 4.

Minutes before he was to keep his
final date, Ciucci did’an unheard of
thing. He asked to speak to a delegation
of press, radio, and TV reporters in his
cell. The newsmen talked with him
right up to 12:05 a.M., when Warden
Jack Johnson and Cook County Sheriff
Frank Sain came in and quietly said:
“It’s time ”

Ciucci received the reporters calmly
and politely. As time ticked on he grew
visibly nervous, but never allowed him-
self to get out of hand emotionally.
While a jail guard shaved his head
with an electric razor, he smoked a
cigar and talked with the reporters.

He told them that on that ble:dy
night he had heard shots. while
in another room. Going into the bed-
room he found his wife, Anna, with a
rifle in her hand. The three children

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Roger Ranney, the Chanute, Kans., ad-
venturer who was found guilty in Greece
and sentenced to death in the murders
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it: GUILTY, January INstDE, 1962) has
learned that his townspeople and one of
the country’s top authorities on lie de-
tection are rallying around him. The Kan-
sas town has started a Ranney defense
fund to defray expenses of Cris Gugas,
lie detector expert, who has volunteered
his services free to Ranney if he wants
them. Gugas, a Los Angeles man, be-
came interested in Ranney’s case from
reading of his conviction in local papers.
“Statements made by* Ranney following
his conviction seemed to strike me as
not those that would be made by a guilty
man,” Gugas said. Gugas, who helped
reorganize the Greek Federal Police after
World War II, added “I know the Greek
government will cooperate. They are

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prove that he did not kill the two sea-
men, whose bodies were never recovered.
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Vincent Ciucci, former Chicago grocer
who was convicted in 1953 of the murder
of his 8-year-old son, Vincent Jr., and
sentenced to die (J Couldn’t Hate That
Much, March Insiwe, 1954), recently
heard his latest effort to avoid execution
denied when the U.S. Circuit Court of
Appeals remanded the case back to the
district court for the setting of another
execution date, upholding the federal
judge who had refused a writ of habeas |
corpus on a petifion filed last fall by |
Ciucci’s attorney. The petition, based: on |
the contention that publicity on the case
had prevented a fair trial, was filed only |
38 hours before Ciucci was scheduled to | ~—James Fremy, the 19-year-old Milwau-
die in the electric chair and marked the/ kee, Wis., youth who was originally
accused man’s 11th stay of execution. | charged with first degree murder in the
Ciucci also was convicted in the death of | death of Mrs. Mirdza Tomsons (There’s
his wife, for which he received a 20 year | A Lady in the Bathtub .. . Dead, Janu-
sentence, and one daughter, for which he/ ary, 1nsIpE, 1962) and had pleaded in-
received a 45 year sentence. All members/ nocent by reason of insanity, later
of his family were found shot to death] pleaded guilty to a reduced charge of
after a fire swept their Chicago home.| second degree murder and has been sen-
tenced to 25 years in the state prison.
He was also given a 10 year sentence on
a burglary charge for which he was out
on probation at the time the murder was
changed his plea from innocent to guilty committed. The two sentences will run
in the slaying of Storekeeper Samuel concurrently.

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Marvin Allen, truck driver and part-
| time preacher, who, after further con-
fessions by Charles (Rocky) Rothschild
(I’ve Got Murders On My Mind, No-
vember INSIDE, 1961) was identified as
one of the killers of Hubert Utley in
Holland, Mo., in 1955, has started serv-
ing a life sentence in the Missouri State
penitentiary following his plea of guilty.

to the U.S. Supreme Court.

Rowe, who recently

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“I grabbed the gun away and emptied
it into her,” he said. “Why would it be
necessary for me to do away with my
children as they say I did?” he added,
lifting his hands palms up.

Asked if he feared the ordeal ahead,
he said, waving his cigar, “I’m not
scared of that chair. They could open
the door right now. My conscience is
clear. I know what went on that night
and I have made my peace.”

Asked about his final meal, he said,
“I don’t want no last meal. The thing

I want is the opportunity to take truth:

serum, or a lie box, or anything to
back up my story.”“I did not shoot
those kids.”

At 11:32 P.M. another jailer came
in with a specially designed undershirt
with a flap which could be unbuttoned
so the attending surgeon could listen
to his heart after the switch had been
thrown. The turnkey also carried a pair
of blue shorts that left Ciucci’s legs
bare to receive the electrodes directly
against the skin.

When the warden and the sheriff led
him away, Ciucci strode with a steady,
solid tread.

He was pronounced dead at 12:09.

EARS back, the late Wilson Mizner,

Klondike gambler, Broadway play-
boy, wit, ranconteur and_ rascal,
plumbed the deep well of his knowl-
edge of human nature and came up
with the observation that, “Every man
has his racket—women, or gambling, or
booze.” Mizner’s was a sweeping gener-
alization, yet it is applicable to most
of us “mere mortals.” In fact, it is even
a distinct understatement as it relates
to a few bon vivants. These do not
have a single “racket.” They have all
three that Mizner. mentioned.

-Vincent Ciucci had two—gambling
and girls. y ;

The slender, dark, wavy—haired
truck jockey’s loyal wife, Anna, had,
almost from the start of their acquaint-
anceship, -known that Vince was ad-
dicted to the horses, cards and dice.
After their marriage, when both were
19, moneyless paydays, threatening
phone calls, and usually empty closets
brought this affliction painfully home.
But it was not until after their third
child was born, seven years after their
marriage, that Anna became aware of
Vince’s lust for women—any woman,
but, at this period, one woman in par-
ticular. Anna learned, through only
too eager friends, that her husband was
not spending his regular two nights a
week “out” with “the boys.” These
evenings away from home were oc-
cupied by a tiny blonde beauty he had
happened to pick up one night at a
tavern in South Kedize Avenue’s 2300
block.

Anna Ciucci, sincerely in love with
her wayward mate, had uncomplain-
ingly put up with his gambling debts.
When, from time to time, they became

almost unendurable, she would tap her
meager savings, gleaned from house-
hold expenses, or borrow from her fam-
ily, to “save Vince’s neck.” And “sav-
ing Vince’s neck” was more than a
cliche on Chicago’s West Side. The
“Syndicate” grows irritably impatient
when their bookies are stood up, and it
often resorts to baseball bats or guns to
teach back-sliders a lesson.

When she learned of Vince’s “out-
side” girl Anna was inclined to, go along
temporarily on the wishful reasoning
that it was all a passing fancy and
Vince’s heart would soon be back home
with her and the children. But young
Mrs. Ciucci was far too hopeful.

Vincent Ciucci and his child mis-
tress, Christine Hurz, were victims of a
devilish chemistry. Their flesh and
blood passionately keened to be one.
They could not bear to be apart for
more than several hours, They made no
effort to analyze this madness. They
just accepted it—joyfully. Deep down
they knew their obsession was purely
physical, not true love. But they didn’t

care. Often blonde Christine Hurz was
repelled by Ciucci’s gross manners and
talk. On his part, Vince half the time
found himself exasperated to desper-
ation by her teenage innocence. Yet
the two could not come within eyesight
without generating an irrepressible urge
to touch and be alone together.

Ciucci was soon spending most of
his nights in Christine’s shabby one-
room apartment. His prolonged ab-
sences from home aggrevated the grow-

s

ing chasm between him and his wife.
Quarrels followed quarrels. In hot Latin
tradition, they hurled vituperations at
each other. Several times they came to
blows. Then one night Vince blurted
out the facts about his affair with
Christine.

“T’ve had it here!” he screamed. “I
want a divorce!”

Anna fell back aghast. She was a
devout woman and her  religion—
Vince’s also—made divorce unthinkable.

“Never, never!” she shouted. “Not
for that other woman!”

Vince slammed into the bedroom,
jerked out a suitcase and filled it with
his scanty belongings. Then he stormed
out of the house.

That night Ciucci told Christine Hurz
for the first time that he was married
and had three children, Before this he
had passed himself off as a single man,
explaining the nights he spent with
Anna and the children by saying he
had to work at extra jobs in an effort
to pay the bookies money he owed
them. “When I’m in the clear,” he

would say, “we'll get hooked. Don’t
worry, dollbaby, we'll be Mr. and
Mrs. someday.” The naive teenager
accepted. his explanation _unques-
tioningly.

When Vince told her he was a mar-
ried man and had left home for good,
Christine wept a little, then invited
him to share her room.

| en A YEAR the two lived together,
Christine patiently waiting for the
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Chicago firemen check gut-
ted ruins of grocery store.
What they found amid
debris led them to be-
lieve quadruple murder lay
behind crime of arson.

HOLOCAUST

I, was a busy, jolly evening in the little grocery on Chi-
cago’s West Side. The cash-register bell tinkled often as
Vincent Ciucci and his wife, Anne, punched the sale keys.
Business never had been better.

The date was Friday, December 4, 1953, and Friday
meant pay day for many of the working people in the vicin-
ity of Harrison Street and Albany Avenue. They came in
that evening to pay their bills and do their week-end shop-
ping.

When a regular customer paid a bill or bought a big order
of groceries, Vincent Ciucci handed out a bonus, a paper
bag of candy, with his compliments: “Take this home for
the kids.”

Vincent, 28, and Anne, who was the same age, had a
family of their own, and they could appreciate the joy of
children over a gift of sweets.

The Ciucci youngsters—Vincent, Jr., 9 years old; Vir-
ginia, 8, and Angeline, 4+—were in the family’s three-room
apartment at the rear of the store.

The children peeked in the store door from the living
room now and then, because their father, in his spare mo-
ments, was clearing the grocery’s window of display mer-
chandise. Into the show window next day would go a
Christmas tree, and the Ciucci kids were agog over that.

By 9 o’clock the customers had thinned out in this early-
to-bed, middle-class Italian-American neighborhood. Half
an hour later the grocery’s lights flicked out and all was
quiet in the peaceful residential area.

Some of the late customers noticed that Vincent and
Anne were laughing together near the cash register at clos-
ing time. There was reason for their merriment, for the
store had done its best day of business.

A prosperous and happy Christmas seemed to be ahead
for the Ciuccis.

The neighborhood slept peacefully that night. The dark-
ness was accentuated because street lights for a four-block
area had failed. It was a night for spookery, with the.moon
mostly hidden by clouds.

BY RAY BRENNAN

And then—at 2 a.m. on Saturday—a fiery hell of horror
broke loose.

The first warning of peril was a flickering glow of light
from inside the Ciucci apartment at the rear of the store.
The fire spurted, faded and then burst forth like a college
home-coming bonfire.

There was an explosion, not a sharp bang but a whoosh-
ing sort of ‘‘V-r-o-o-m” from the living quarters. It was
followed by the tinkle of falling, smashing glass.

The sound awakened Ciucci’s neighbor, Anthony
Riccobene, 39, in his apartment at 3044 Harrison. He
looked out a window and saw the flames leaping in the
Ciucci living quarters.

Riccobene grabbed up pants and jacket, yelled for his
wife to get their four children to safety in case the flames
spread and then raced out to help his neighbors if he could.
Like most Chicagoans, he reacted to fire as does a Missis-
sippi valley resident to a flood alarm. Recurrent fires—in
overcrowded firetrap tenements, in the vast Union Stock
Yards and in the LaSalle Hotel, where 111 persons died—
have fostered Chicago’s fear of fire.

When Riccobene reached the street, only one man—
Charles Fellows, a neighborhood night watchman—was in
sight. He was running along the street, stopping to pound
on doors and shouting: “Call the fire department.”

Through the Ciucci apartment windows, the fire now was
burning a bright red. It seemed doubtful that any living
thing could remain alive in such a holocaust.

The first fire alarm hit at 2:08 a.m. that Saturday morn-
ing, and Captain James Conte’s Engine Company 66 rolled
out of the firehouse just 18 seconds later, arriving at the
scene within two minutes. Hook and Ladder Number 12,
commanded by Lieutenant Eugene Murphy, was right be-
hind.

The address of the store was,3101 Harrison, on the
southwest corner, with the living rooms extending along
Albany. The firemen took one look, saw that the fire was
burning in the ground-floor rear apartment and tried one

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The officers next talked to Dukes. Pre-
sented with Leick’s story, the youth
quickly confessed. He agreed with all de-
tails, except that he said Leick had killed
his wife as originally agreed upon. “She
was hollering some, so LeRoy. stopped
the car and started choking her. She
moved some for about five minutes, but
he hung onto her tight for at least 15
minutes.

“Then, when she was dead, I took her
legs and Leick took her shoulders, and
we lifted her over into the rear of the car.
We went in the alley and I hit him on the
head and on the hand. He said that was
enough, that I’d better leave.’ Dukes said
he was promised $2,000 for his part in
the crime.

The youth, who had never been in any
trouble before, fully expected to die for
the crime. His only worry seemed to be
what his family would think of him.

In an attempt to straighten out who
actually committed the murder, Dukes
and Leick were brought together. They
were both calm about it, but each still
insisted that the other did it.

District Attorney Bert M. Keating,
however, said it made no difference who
actually committed the act. He promptly
filed first-degree murder charges against
both men, and he promised to prosecute
the case personally at the earliest possible
moment. “I have never heard of a more

cold-blooded, premeditated. murder,” he
stated.

Meanwhile Ted Johnson, the ex-convict
held at. Brighton, was released, freed of
any suspicion in the case.

At a preliminary hearing, District
Judge Albert T. Frantz appointed former
City Attorney J. Glenn Donaldson and
William R. Loeffler to defend Leick. Ap-
pointed for Dukes were-attorneys John
Gibbons and Edwin R. Lundborg.

After the attorneys were given time to
study the case, the defendants reappeared
in court on December 16, at which time
Leick pleaded not: guilty and not guilty
by reason of insanity. He was ordered, in
accordance with Colorado law, placed in
the Colorado Psychopathic Hospital for
30 days’ observation.

Dukes’ attorneys asked for oppor-
tunity to file motions against the charge
and a motion for separate trial. The judge
gave them until December 28th.

As things now stand, the pair should
come to trial early this year, at which
time a jury will hear the evidence as pre-
sented by the defense and the prosecution,
and then will decide their fate.

Note: The names Ted Johnson, Joe Went- |
worth and Lowell Briggs, as used in this
account, are fictitious, to protect those per-

sons innocently involved in the investigation. |

Passion’s Holocaust

(Continued from page 9]

I tried to go back into the apartment to
help Anne and the kids. I got burned and
the fire forced me out.’

Ciucci said he recalled vaguely that
neighbors had taken him to their home
and that he had been prevented force-
fully from going back into the building.
He did not realize, apparently, that his
family had been wiped out, and doctors
cautioned against telling him,

The man was painfully injured, he was
in shock. Because sedatives had been
given, he was in virtually a comatose con-
dition.

As he left the hospital room, McCarron
told his assistants: “I want to know if
that building was a firetrap. Check it
thoroughly. Find out whether there was
defective wiring, gas leaks or other haz-
ards. Something i is awfully wrong—trag-
ically wrong—in this deal.”

At the fire scene, Lieutenant Murphy
walked through the living quarters, flash-
light in hand. He was looking for some-
thing, anything—but he didn’t know
exactly what. All he knew was. that
something was awry.

From a corner he picked up the tufted
chenille robe that had covered Virginia’ s
face and head. He shone his light on it,
and gasped.

Next he found the pillow that had been
placed over little Vincent’s face.

“Blood,” he muttered. “A lot of blood.”

He inspected the beds that apparently:

had been death pyres for three children
and their mother. Then he got to a tele-
phone and told Captain Conte:

“We were right.

“There is blood on the chenille robe,
on the pillow the boy had over his face,
and on the sheets of all the beds.

“You know, captain, and so do I, that
fire victims don’t bleed; except a very
little from lung or nasal hemorrhages.
There’s too much blood around here.”

Lieutenant Murphy went back to the
ruins, to be met by Coroner McCarron
and two of his top assistants, John Glos
and Joseph Tigerman, They went
through the living rooms together.

In a closet they came upon a .22 rifle,
dismantled, with the stock removed from
the barrel. McCarron sniffed at the bore
—but could tell nothing about whether
the weapon had been fired recently. Acrid
smoke in the building overcame any
sniffing power for burned cordite. .

Lieutenant Murphy walked through
the rooms, kicking aside wreckage and
examining the flooring. He lifted the
beds, tables and other articles of furni-
ture. Finally he told McCarron:

“Coroner, this is an arson job. I see
evidence that separate fires were set in
at least five places on the floors. Three
of them were touched off under the beds.

“The beds, you can see, were badly
burned on the undersides. The hardwood
bed slats are charred or burned through.”

Arson, in a case like this, meant mur-
der! Into the inquiry came Captain John
P. O’Malley, chief of detectives; Lieu-
tenant John Golden, homicide detail
chief; Sergeants Frank Grady and Drew
Brown of the arson squad, and others.

Chief O’Malley issued to his men the
orders that might be expected:

“Look into the Ciuccis’ background.
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whether there may be some sort of
racketeering angle and whether there
was any ill feeling among kinfolk.”

Coroner McCarron had some instruc-
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cal .examiner, Jerry Kearns, and
asked for complete autopsies to be made
on Mrs. Ciucci and the three children.

That meant tests of the blood, the
brains, the stomach content and the tis-
sues. It would take several hours for that
grim job to be completed. Dr. Kearns set
out on it at once, with Dr. W. J. R. Camp,
coroner’s toxicologist.

Sergeant McMahon and a co-worker,
Sergeant James McGrath, ran across the
first clues in the quest for enemies of the
slashed, burned Ciucci. They interviewed

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of the two doors there. It was locked, so they smashed it
open.

In the blazing apartment, Captain Conte and Lieutenant
Murphy could see the figure of a woman—git was Mrs. Anne
Ciucci—on a bed. They started toward her, but the unbear-
able heat drove them back. f

Other firemen, meanwhile, had broken in another door
to the apartment. With the courage and efficiency for which
Chicago firemen are noted, they brought the blaze under
control quickly.

But quickly wasn’t soon enough.

Out of the apartment were carried the charred figures of
four persons. All of them—Mrs. Anne Ciucci and her three
children—were dead ! .

Only after their primary job of fire fighting was done did
the firemen notice the husband and father, Vincent Ciucci.
Sr. He was hysterical and sobbing. It had taken three men
to restrain him from dashing into the building at the height
of the fire. ,

He was badly burned, and he dripped blood from the
chest, left arm and left foot, where his desh had been ripped
by glass. He had escaped with his life, but his wife and
three youngsters had perished.

Now, in many big cities, a fire in an obscure working
people’s neighborhood would create small concern and little
excitement. It might be charged off to the calculated risk of
living in overcrowded conditions in a non-fireproof build-
ing.

But Chicago at the time was in the, throes of a campaign
of public indignation against firetraps. Eighteen persons
had died in a tenement blaze only a few weeks before. And
a new county coroner, Walter E. McCarron, was demand-
ing that something definite be done to protect the lives of
helpless people.

So it was that the little grocery and apartment at 3101
Harrison became a meeting place of the Chicago area’s top
investigating and enforcement agents before dawn that
morning.

Coroner McCarron arrived as the last body was being
carried from the ruins. He saw the hysterical Ciucci and

Above, Coroner Walter McCarron, . left, gets first-
hand report from \Fire Lt. Eugene Murphy, hero who
uncovered suspicious circumstances. At right, Cass
Simons, firearm expert, examines .22 rifle found at scene.

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distraught husband and father of holocaust victims.

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ordered him taken at once to the House of Correction hos-
pital for medical care. To the weeping 28-year-old husband
and father he said:

“You can be certain that the coroner’s office will fix the
responsibility for this terrible thing.”

Also at the scene promptly were Captain Patrick Groark,
commanding officer of the Marquette police district: Earle
Downes, city fire attorney; Irwin Bloch, first assistant to
State’s Attorney John Gutknecht, and Sergeant James
McMahon, brilliant homicide man.

There was one person—Fire Lieutenant Murphy of Hook
and Ladder 12—who wasn’t quite satisfied that it was just
another accidental fire. He went with his suspicions to
Captain Conte:

“That fire doesn’t make sense to me, captain. I think it
needs a lot more investigation. The way things stand, I don’t
like it a bit.” :

Captain Conte raised his eyebrows in question and the
lieutenant continued :

“I’ve seen a lot of dead bodies, at least 20, in fires. But
before tonight I never saw one corpse of a person who didn’t
struggle or try to get away from the flames. That didn’t
happen in this fire.

“Usually we find the dead person crouched against a
doorway or in front of a window, trying to get away from

Carol Amora gave officers impressive assist-
ance in revealing double life of accused.
At right, Fire Lt. Kugelman, Captain Gibbons
and Sgt. King sift ashes of the Ciucci home,
seeking clues to grim riddle of arson-murders.

the smoke and flames. Children, I’ve noticed, will crawl
under a bed or into a closet.”

Captain Conte nodded. He agreed, although he had been
too busy directing the fire fighting to go into the apartment
before the bodies were removed. Lieutenant Murphy con-
tinued: ;

“Neither the mother nor her three children tried to get
away, it would seem. They were lying peacefully on their
beds. I never saw anything like it before.

“T noticed, too, that the boy had a pillow over his face.
And the eldest girl had a chenille robe—one of those tufted
things—over her head.

“It’s possible that they tried to shut off the fire by cover-
ing their heads, but I never saw that happen before.”

Lieutenant Murphy had been a fireman for 13 years,
serving with engine companies, rescue squads, the fire pre-
vention bureau and hook and ladder outfits. He was a smart
man, and his superior told him:

“Go back and look around. The obvious answer is that
the mother and children were knocked out by the explosion
before they could stir from their beds; but check it thor-

- oughly.”

Coroner McCarron, at the same time, went to the hospital
and had a. talk with Ciucci.

The weeping patient was in serious condition from shock
and loss of blood, and attending doctors insisted that the
interview be brief.

“Anne and I closed the store at 9 :30,” Vincent said, “and
we were very pleased. It was a good day, and we put a $10
bill in a special tin can we had for savings.

“Also, Anne showed me that we had $400 in the grocery's
special bank account, and she had $200 cash to deposit. She
had cooked my supper that evening, and we were happy.

“T kissed the kids and Anne good night, and they went to
bed at 10:30. I sat up and read for about two hours. Then
I got into bed beside Anne. She said something—I can't
remember what—I responded and then fell asleep.”

The next thing he knew, Ciucci went on, he was awakened
by choking smoke. The apartment was afire. he said, anc
continued ;

“T got out of bed, ran to the store, grabbed the telephone
to call the police, tripped and dropped the phone. Then |
broke the glass in the front door, unhooked the screen and
went out to the street.

“I cut myself going through the door and stepped on
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man could be when Anne gave
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family. He was as proud as any
birth to their first child, a boy,
Virginia came along a year later,

had another girl, Angelina.
But by the time her third baby was christened at the bap-

tismal font of their parish church, Anne Ciuccihad come to know
several things about her handsome husband, things she hadn’t
even dreamed about when they had stood before the altar in the
very same church to pledge their love and their lives together un-
til death did them part.

With most young wives in their circle who had problem
marriages, the problem with their husbands was booze. That
wasn’t so with Vinnie Ciucci. For Vinnie didn’t drink, atleast no
more than an occasional glass of beer or wine when they were
visiting or éntertaining. He was generally kind, almost always
gay and amusing, except for those dark moods now and then. But
after all, what man wasn't subject to that sort of thing? As a
dutiful wife who loved her husband, Anne accepted this as a nor-
mal part of married life.

Vinnie’s problem was a far more insidious one. He was acom-
pulsive gambler. It may not be ture, as many psychologists insist,
that all gamblers have a death wish spurring them on toward the
destruction of themselves and all they hold dear, but in hindsight,
it seems clear that Vincent Ciucci fit into that pattern as if ithad
been tailored for him.

Vinnie would bet on anything, at any time, in any place. He
would bet if he had money, and he would bet if he was broke

42

with no idea of how he’d be able to pay off if he lost. And like
most inveterate gamblers, he lost far more often than he won. He
was forever in debt and, as time went on, those debts grew larger
and larger. Time after time, Anne had bailed him out, not only by
turning over to him her hard-won savings from her household
allowance, but even by borrowing from her relatives.

Even this was not the worst of it, however. For Vinnie Ciucci
had another habit as bad, if not worse, than this gambling mania.

Women. Marriage, if it ever had any effect on his skirt-
chasing, did so only briefly, during the honeymoon period. And
this vice, it is clear in retrospect, was as inevitable and un-
breakable for Vinnie as his gambling compulsion. A_ noted
Midwest psychiatrist, commenting on the Ciucci case, explained
it substantially as follows:

The only native talent he had of which Vinnie Ciucci was ful-
ly aware was his way with women. This was the only area in
which he had proved himself beyond question. Heknew whathe
could do with it, and it was virtually the only thing all his own
which brought him any sort of personal fulfillment. This was, in
the vernacular of today’s generation, “his thing.”

And if he couldn't do his thing, he was nothing. So marriage
and family or not, he chased the broads.

On Tuesday and Thursday nights each week he went bowl- .

ing. Or that was what he told his wife. But inevitably, Anne learn-
ed the truth and it was not long before she knew that Vinnie’s
nights “out with the boys” were more apt to be evenings out with
the girls.

But what Anne didn’t discover for a long time was that Vin-
cent had narrowed his extra-marital dalliances to one girl in par-

ticular.
It was in March of 1951 that Vinnie spotted Lucy Canto ina

tavern in the 2300 block of South Kedzie Avenue. He struck up an —

acquaintance with her over a cup of coffee. Later, after a couple
of hours of charming conversation, he walked her home.

They had their first real date about a week after that. Lucy
was a dark, attractive girl with a stunning figure. She was only 17
at the time, but she could have passed for about 19 or 20. Vinnie
was then 25. Lucy fell in love quickly with the dashing truck
driver who, in the frenzied passion of his wooing, didn’t trouble
to tell her he was already a husband and father. It was, to besure,
a very convenient oversight.

He had a ready and glib explanation for why he could spend
no more than a couple of nights a week with her, three at the
most.

“The bookies have got me, but good, kid,” he told his new
love. “I’m workin’ overtime, nearly every night, to get myself out
of hock.”

It was a foregone conclusion, of course, that they would get
around to the subject of marriage. Vinnie talked about it freely,-
but always implicit in his remarks was the fact that they coul
never get married—he wouldn't dream of it—until he had freed
himself from debt. He often complained that he didn’t have—
and couldn't afford—a car with which to tak Lucy to all the grand
places he’d like to take her if they had wheels.

Completely smitten, and believing every word her handsome.
suitor told her, Lucy told Vinnie finally that she wanted to help.
She told him about her inheritance from her father. It was just sit-
ting there in the bank, $2,200 in cash.

Vinnie appeared to be startled, at first, then shocked, eve®
hurt. He couldn't accept money from a woman! His masculine
pride seemed to be wounded. But Lucy kept talking. She didn't
mean to insult him. She was only thinking of their future, thei
happiness, trying to hasten the day when they could get mart
and be together forever.

Viewed in this light, Vinnie’s masculine sensibilities wae

assuaged. So Lucy got her bank book, went to the bank,
withdrew $1,300 from her account and gave it to her belov

Vincent to pay off the bookies, with a little extra to make a dow

; payment on a Car.

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reasonably, there was no further reason for delaying their w

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Thus did Vincent Ciucci arrive at his
moment of truth. About the wedding, he
now began to explain haltingly, well, it
wasn’t all that easy. He fumbled for
words, he talked in circles, approaching
the point, then skittering away from it
but in the end he had to lay it on the line:
They couldn’t get married right away,
wT he already had a wife and three

“But it’s going to be okay, honey,”
hastily assured the stricken gil. aes
going to give me a divorce. I just couldn’t
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it will be, before long.” foci!

: It is a tribute to Vinnie Ciucci’s way
with women that he succeeded in convin-
cing the young girl he had just victimized
of his sincerity. It is quite possible he ac-
tually believed what he was saying, at the
moment.

Moreover, he actually did ask Anne
for the divorce. Predictably, she refused,
which couldn’t have been much of a sur-
Prise to him. All other considerations
aside, in her church, and Vincent's, there

. was no such thing as divorce. Even more

to the point, however, Anne Ciucci still
loved her husband, faithful or he whe:

“ Despite her certain knowledge that he

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They quarreled bitterly, again and —
and again. Their home was an armed
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bosom of his paramour. “I'll get the
divorce, he vowed to Lucy. “It may take
alittle time, but I'll get it. You’re the only
ad for me, Lucy. It'll always be that

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and they lived together for a year. aie

Anne Ciucci, meanwhile, continued
to hope and pray for her husband’s return
‘o his family. It was a forlorn hope, and

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and a search for her was now underway.

Also, Ciucci’s attorney, George Leigh-
ton, was working late in his Loop office,
poring over a report made before the
Pardon Board that during Ciucci’s trial
the state’s attorney's office had paid
Carol’s rent and bought her new furni-
ture and food. Leighton planned to go to
court Thursday morning with a petition
demanding to know why this was done.
He also hoped the court would take no-
tice of the testimony by Ciucci’s father
before the Board. He told me: “This is
our last chance.”

Thursday, March 22nd, came with a
gray dawn. For Vincent Ciucci, now
watched constantly by four guards, the
last day of his life began with Holy
Communion at 7:30 a.m., followed by
Low Mass said by the jail’s Roman
Catholic chaplain, the Reverend Aidan
Potter. The priest also heard Ciucci’s
confession through the cell bars. The
convict then breakfasted on a hearty
meal of ham and eggs.

“You can have as many meals as you
want today, and anything you want to
eat, if we can get it,” Warden Johnson
told him.

“T don’t want anything special,” Ciucci
decided. “Just black coffee from here
on out.”

He was beginning to show the pres-
sure. Normally cool and composed, he
mumbled nervously in unpolished Eng-
lish. Beads of sweat brocaded his brow.

IN the death chamber, 27 feet down
the cold, dreary hall, Chief Electrician
Neil Linehan checked the wiring on the
black-enameled chair. This was on a
four-page list of final tasks to be com-
pleted by a 10-man execution crew
which had begun preparations March
14th, when Warden Johnson sent Gover-
nor Kerner formal notice of the impend-
ing electrocution.

Just two days ago, the crew had per-
formed a dry run of the execution, with
a guard of Ciucci’s height and weight
sitting in the chair for practice. Each
job that the crew finished had to be de-

scribed in writing and submitted to ©

Warden Johnson for an approving sig-
nature.

As the warden busied himself signing
these forms and offering comfort to
Ciucci, who spent some of the early
morning hours reading newspapers, At-
torney Leighton appeared in Criminal
Court in an effort to win another stay of
execution with his new petition. His bid
was denied.

Later, the man who had been state’s
attorney during Ciucci’s trial, John Gut-
knecht, now a judge, strongly criticized
Attorney Leighton for his last-ditch ef-
forts.

“To what extent is a lawyer justified
in releasing lies to the public in his ef-
fort to obtain a favorable public opinion
to help him in his legal efforts to serve
his client?” Judge Gutknecht asked
newsmen. “I believe the ethics of the
legal profession are absolutely against
such lies.

“For some seven years, I have made
no comment on this ease T dn cn now

days when publicity-seeking lawyers try
to make a mockery of the administra-
tion of justice.”

Attorney Leighton, in turn, replied
with bitter criticism of Judge Gutknecht
and the assistant state’s attorneys who
prosecuted the case. “They seem to think
that in the name of the law they can
commit crimes on their own, just to ob-
tain a conviction. They think they can
pay money to witnesses and keep them
in clover—then, when someone points
out to them what they’ve done, they take
the high road and talk about ethics.

“They know very well what they did
in that prosecution, and Judge Gut-
knecht and the others will pay the pen-
alty. I just wonder if they realize the
gravity of their action.”

In press rooms around the city, vet-
eran reporters were explaining to cubs
that this is the kind of tension-charged,
accusation-bristling atmosphere _ that
builds up when a killer nears the elec-
tric chair in Cook County.

Now, desperately clutching at straws,
Attorney Leighton contacted a lawyer
in Washington, D.C., and asked him to
file a petition with the United States
Supreme Court for a stay. The high
court already had decided against Ciucci
on two occasions, but the Washington
attorney said the new petition would be
reviewed by Justice Tom Clark, in
whose jurisdiction the Chicago federal
circuit lies. A decision would be an-
nounced that afternoon.

Now it was 11 a.m. and Vincent Ciuc-
ci, stooped and thin, began undergoing
the first of the day’s two physical and
mental checkups. Each inspection would
include a “Navy shakedown” to assure
that the doomed man was not hiding any
lethal pills or other objects in his body
that could be used in a suicide attempt.

As a physician and a psychiatrist be-
gan looking him over, he was unaware
of a new development breaking in Chi-
cago’s Loop. The Chicago Tribune had
located the elusive Carol Amora, and in
the newspaper’s noisy city room at
Tribune Tower she reportedly was spill-
ing a new story.

“I walked the streets until 4 a.m. like
a crazy woman, wondering what to do,”
babbled the attractive brunette, clad in
toreador pants and leather jacket. “I
don’t want our daughter to say someday,
‘Mother could have helped my father
but she kept quiet.’

“I’m not doing this for Vince. I don’t
love Vince any more. I’m not even doing
it for our daughter. I’m doing it for me,
Carol, so I can sleep with a clear con-
science.”

Then, in more measured tones, she re-
lated that during a jail visit soon after
he was sentenced to death, Ciucci whis-
pered to her and his wife shot their
three children and that he then killed
her because of it. She never had told
this story before, Carol said, because
Ciucci had pledged her to secrecy. Now
that he had told that version of the
killings publicly, she decided to do so.

Shortly before the murders, she
added, Anne Ciucci had telephoned her
with the threat: “You'll never get
Vince.” Carol quoted Mrs. Ciucci as say-
ing she would kill her youngsters, her-
self, and also her husband, if that was
necessary, to keep him out of Carol’s
arms.

“She even called me after our baby
was born,” Carol claimed, “telling me
the child was hers.”

A reporter asked if Carol regretted
having met Vince, the two-timing lover
who came to haunt her.

“No,” she said, ‘because of the child.
There hown heen tirrac Tounonted te ron

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But something held me back. I finally
learned you have to face life.

“T don’t love Vince any more. But I
can never forget him. Every time I look
. my child, I know that he is her fa-
ther.” .

Informed of Carol’s new story, Attor-
ney Leighton immediately contacted
Governor Kerner, who was in Chicago
for speaking engagements, and asked
him to reconsider Ciucci’s case. Gover-
nor Kerner made no commitments, ap-
parently intending to stand on_ his
earlier decision: “This is not an appro-
priate case for executive clemency; I
have to follow the law of the land.”

Later that afternoon his office in
Springfield announced that the governor
was commuting the prison sentences of
three murderers from Cook County who
were serving time at Stateville Peniten-
tiary, making them eligible for paroles
this year.

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DEsPITE Carol’s revelations, the tide
continued to run against Ciucci. From
Washington came word that the Su-
preme Court had refused the plea for a
13th stay of execution. When Warden
Johnson brought Vince the grim news,
he burst into tears for the first time
since he entered the tombstone-colored

jail.

“IT told them the truth and they have
denied me the privilege to prove it,” he
sobbed. “Well, it’s a rat race on the out-
side.” Then, softly, almost as an after-
thought: “This is it.”

His words had the ring of finality, of
hopeless resignation.

After Johnson left and Ciucci regained
his composure, he carefully penned a
letter to the warden, reiterating his lat-
est version of the murders. He added
this postscript: “I forgive all who have
injured me. And I beg pardon of all
whom I have injured. Furthermore, I
thank you deeply for all you did for
me.”

(Signed) Vince.”

Instructions on the sealed envelope
said it was not to be read until after
Ciucci was dead. The letter’s return ad-
dress was “Death Cell, County Jail.”

Between 1 and 5 o’clock that after-
noon, Vincent Ciucci could have seen his
illegitimate daughter, but he chose not
to do so. Earlier, the child had been hos-
pitalized with a nervous disorder when
someone told her that her father was
going to die. Vince did not want to dis-
tress her further.

He did visit separately with his par-
ents, however, but was not allowed to
come in physical contact with them.
Their conversations through the bars
were faltering, tearful. After saying
goodbye for the last time, his father, a
machinist, went home. But his mother,
a timid, bespectacled woman, settled
herself upstairs on the cold concrete
steps in the jail’s lobby to keep a lonely
vigil until after the button was pushed
to send her son into eternity.

As she stared through a dirty lobby
window at the hulking Criminal Courts
Building where Ciucci’s doom had been
imposed, she muttered: “No matter
what anyone says, Vince, I know you
hea do it. I know you didn’t hurt those

ids.”

A woman chaplain from the jail came
down the steps to comfort her.

As the first 24 hours of spring drew
to a close Thursday and darkness
dropped over the West Side, the State’s
mechanism of death rolled into high
gear and the final countdown on Vincent
Ciucci’s life began.

At 7:30 p.m., a corps of electricians

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While the electricians worked, Ciucci
was allowed to make another Confession
to Father Potter, and he received the
Church’s Last Sacrament. After this, he
declined a final supper, but ordered
more coffee and cigarettes.

The tiers of the jail were hushed now,
and chaplains moved along the cell-
blocks, comforting other prisoners who
waited tensely for midnight. In his cell,
Vincent Ciucci hunched in a semi-daze
on his bunk while Father Potter talked
to him.

“He may be thinking of things that
have been buried in his subconscious
mind for years,” Warden Johnson told
me. “His life may be passing before him
in massive recall.”

In Johnson’s office, two telephone
lines, one with an unlisted number, were
being kept open in the event Governor
Kerner decided to intervene. A house
wire connected the office and the execu-
tion chamber’s control room, so that jail
officials could be reached up to the final
second. Warden Johnson’s private secre-
tary hovered over the phones.

By 10:15 p.m., a somber group of 50
persons who were to view the execution
were gathering in the Criminal Courts
Building directly east of the jail. These
included 12 official witnesses required
by law, 10 members of the state’s attor-
ney’s staff, and newsmen. Before mid-
night they would walk through tunnel
to the jail’s sub-basement and fake po-
sitions in front of a 6 x 7-fodt gheet of
glass that would separate the from
the chair. Until a few moments before
Ciucci was brought to.the death room,
the glass would be covered by an alumi-
num shield.

Guards who normally work the mid-
night shift were filing into the jail by
10:30 p.m., in order to double the se-
curity staff. Outside the jail, as well as
inside, maximum security was in force.
Armed officers patrolled the parking lot,
turning back sightseers who wanted to
park there to “watch the lights dim
when the juice hits Ciucci.” They also
kept an eye on a psychology student
from Northwestern University who
picketed the jail entrance with a sign:
“Capital Punishment Is Legal Murder!”

At 10:45 p.m., history was made
when, at the invitation of Sheriff Frank
Sain, seven reporters were admitted to
the row of isolation cells for an 11th-
hour press conference with Vincent
Ciucci. Sheriff Sain said such an inter-
view was unprecedented in modern exe-
cutions, but he felt a man about to die
conceivably might have something of
value to say.

“It was a weird sensation,” one re-
porter wrote later. “You could almost
imagine yourself half in church, half in
Hell.”

The doomed man, sleepy-eyed and
seemingly calm, chewed on the stub of
a cigar as he rose from his bunk and
faced the reporters through the steel
bars. In a monotone, he thanked some
for their sympathetic stories, castigated
others for “distortions.” Then he once
again launched into the story that his
wife, distraught because of his infidelity,
had killed their three children and that
he had murdered her in anger.

“Why would it have been necessary
for me to do away with my kids?” he
asked. “If I had wanted to be free to
marry another woman, why couldn't I
have killed just my wife? My kids were
so young. They had just begun to live.

“The thing T want more than anything

take truth serum, a lie box, or anything
scientific to substantiate my story. Vil
pay for it myself. Do you think it’s fair
to deny a dying man’s request?” His
voice wavered.

“Do you still love Carol Amora?”
someone asked him.

Ciucci leaned wearily against the bars.
“Carol to me is just another female—
just like the.rest of them in the outside
world. ~: ,

“But I know one thing. My wife
talked with Carol and told her, ‘You
may get my husband, but you'll never
get my children.’ If Carol had told that
sooner, I might not be here now.”

At 11:22 p.m., a physician and a nurse
stepped through the group of reporters
and entered the death cell to give Ciucci
his last examination.

“How do you feel about going to the
chair?” a reporter asked.

“T love life,” Ciucci mumbled. “I don’t
deny that. But if I have to die, I can
die, I would resent the fact that I died
for nothing. The most important thing
in life is life itself.” om

He was rambling now, his voice rising
with each sentence. “I know the truth.
If I have to take that walk, I can do it
with a clear conscience.

“T admit I was a lousy husband. But
in being unfaithful to my wife, I was
only doing what 85 per cent of the hus-
bands do. When I ran around with other
women, she blamed the children. Once
she was so mad I saw her -throw a scis-
sors at our son.

“My wife and I didn’t get along. But I
loved our kids, and I didn’t kill them.”

He puffed nervously on the cigar, and
his voice dropped low again as he
gripped the bars with nicotine-stained
fingers. “To marry at the age of 18 like
I did is the biggest mistake a man can
make. Who knows what he wants of
life at that age? I was a crazy kid. If I
had it to do over again, I'd go to school
and get a good education so I could
work at something worth while.”

It was 11:28 p.m. and the doctor was
finished. Into the cell now came a jail
sergeant trained as a barber. He un-
screwed the ceiling light bulb and
plugged in a razor, leaving the cell
lighted only by the three bulbs" that
glared from the corridor. Ciucci re-
moved his T-shirt and sat down. The
clippers curved across his skull, tum-
bling short, dark hairs into his lap. Both
his head and the calf of his right leg
would be shaved so that the electrodes
of the chair could fit close against his
flesh.

“Society isn’t interested in a human
being’s life,” he said above the drone of
the razor. “If it were, it would grant my
request. Why deny a man a simple re-
quest?

“The only answer is: People don’t
want to know the truth of the thing.
even when a man’s life is at stake. I
wasn't asking anything out of the ordi-
nary. I wasn’t asking an impossibility.”
His voice climbed again, and he began
repeating himself.

In the corridor a veteran reporter,
who had interviewed Ciucci many times,
turned away and wept. The clippers
snapped off at 11:30 p.m., and Vincent
Ciucci was bald.

Five guards were present now as
Ciucci stripped off his khaki trousers
and shorts and stood naked. At 11:31, he
tugged on a specially made one-piece
suit of underwear with buttons along the
left shoulder. After the electricity
charged through his body, doctors would
unbutton this flap and listen for a heart
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completed his costume. He was dressed
for death.

As the reporters shook hands with
Ciucci and filed from the isolation cell-
block at 11:40 to join other spectators,
the telephone rang in the Loop office of
Attorney George Leighton. Governor
Kerner was calling. He wanted more
information about the story Carol
Amora had told Tribune reporters ear-
lier in the day. Leighton related all he
knew, and the governor thanked him,
then hung up.

The clock in the jail read 11:45, and
Vincent Ciucci, in his cell with Father
Potter, was praying.

Warden Johnson unlocked the control
room to the left of the electric chair and
stepped inside with six aides. The chief
electrician flipped a switch, turning on
the jail’s master generator which started

building up power. Warden Johnson and .

three guards, chosen only that evening,
carefully examined a. vertical panel
studded with four red buttons. Three of
the buttons were dummies. One was
wired to the chair and would send the
current through Ciucci’s body. Only an
electrician knew which one, and his re-
port was in a sealed envelope in the
warden’s office. The envelope might
never be opened and if it ever was,
enough time would have elapsed that
each guard would have forgotten which
button he punched.

As the men readied themselves, Attor-
ney Leighton’s telephone rang a second
time. It was Governor Kerner again,
asking if there were any last-minute de-
velopments. Attorney Leighton said
there were none, but he urged,the yov-
ernor to reconsider his client’®*¢age or at
least grant a stay of execution until
Carol Amora’s story could be thoroughly
investigated.

As soon as Governor Kerner hung up,
Attorney Leighton telephoned the same
request to the chief justice of the Illinois
Supreme Court, and the justice promised
to discuss the case -with his: ‘colleagues,
who were together at that moment. ~

Hopeful, Attorney Leighton called the
jail and begged Sheriff Sain to delay the
execution slightly, to give the justices
and the governor more time to consider

the case. Sheriff Sain refused his plea.

At 11:54, Governor Kerner’s press
secretary announced that°the governor
would not intervene.

In the jail’s sub-basement, the alumi-
hum screen was raised, revealing the
electric chair to the witnesses. A few of
the reporters talked in hushed tones
about other men they had seen die there
since electrocution replaced hanging in
Illinois in 1929. The last was cop-killer
Richard Carpenter; who went tod his
death cursing. Before that was another
police slayer, Emanuel Scott, whom
guards virtually dragged to the death
room. The witnesses all wondered about
Vincent Ciucci.

In his cell, Ciucci was telling Father
Potter: “I do have one consolation—the
Lord knows what happened. He knows
I’m telling the truth. ‘ :

“The men who conspired to obtain my
conviction have to live with their con-
sciences the rest of their lives.”

The clock swept past midnight. The
execution schedule was running slightly
late. From the control booth, Warden
Johnson signaled his chief guard to
bring Ciucci to the chair.

Upstairs in the jail lobby the con-
demned man’s mother, sobbing uncon-
trollably, saw by her watch that it was
12:01 a.m., the hour officially set for her
son’s execution. Suddenly she stopped
crying. For a full minute she sat mo-
tionless, her head in her hands. Then
she cried out, “It’s all finished now. It’s
all finished, Vince!”

Actually, it was just the beginning of
the end.

In the isolation cellblock, Sheriff Sain
told Ciucci, “It’s time.”

“Can I have another puff on my ciga-
rette?” the killer asked.

The sheriff consented. Then a turnkey
swung open the heavy cell door and
Ciucci stepped into the corridor. Behind
him he left two worldly possessions, a
tooled leather cigarette case with the
name ‘Vince” on the front and a book,
“Imitation of Christ.”

Flanked by two guards, he paced
slowly toward the death room—a route
taken by 63 others before him. Father
Potter was at his side. Behind him was
Chief Guard Walter Makowski who tied

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a black mask over Ciucci’s face as he
walked.

“With that mask on, he’ll lose all sense
of proportion,” the warden told me. “He
won’t know whether his last steps cover
ten feet or a hundred.”

At 20 seconds after 12:04 a.m., Vin-
cent Ciucci walked firmly into the death
chamber, muttering Hail Marys and
Our Fathers. Two steps from the chair,
he stumbled: slightly, probably because
of the mask, then took his final step—
the 15th from his cell—to turn around in
front of the chair.

He slumped into the apparatus of
death. His hands dangled limply at the
ends of the black, wooden chair arms,
and his undershirt was wet with sweat.
Guards clamped his arms to the chair,
strapped his chest and thighs, lowered
the black metal helmet containing one
electrode over the top of his head, and
pressed the second electrode against his
right leg. It was 12:06 a.m.

Assistant Warden Frank Trankina. in
charge of the death room, quickly
checked the chair, then signaled Chief
Guard Makowski standing six feet from
the control room.

At the red buttons, Warden Johnson
and three aides watched Makowski
through a one-way mirror. The chief
guard counted “three.” Then, at 12:07,
he dropped his arm to his side.

Four fingers pressed four red buttons.
Nineteen hundred volts of electricity
surged into Ciucci’s body, slamming into
the medulla of his brain which con-
trolled his breathing and other auto-
matic functions. His muscles, including
his heart muscle, contracted in violent
spasms. Ciucci jerked forward, straining
against the straps. Behind the mask, his
mouth may have opened in a silent cry.
Thén he slumped back. In the audience,
a reporter fainted.

For eight seconds, the power held at
1,900 volts, then cut automatically to
900 for 52 seconds, then back to 1,900
for four seconds, and finally to 900 for
56 seconds. When the round clock in
the control room had swept away those
unimaginably long moments, Warden
Johyson and the guards lifted their fin-
gérs from the buttons. Smoke was curl-
ing from Ciucci’s body, and heavy burns
were visible around each one of- the
electrodes.

Father Potter, who had been behind
the chair murmuring prayers, walked to
the front and anointed Ciucci. Then the
body was unstrapped. Chief Guard Ma-
kowski unbottoned the underwear and
wiped Ciucci’s chest with a towel. Three
physicians pressed stethoscopes to his
chest in search of a heart flutter; then,
one at a time, each whispered to Warden
Johnson that Vincent Ciucci was dead.

“He died like a man,” one of them
commented.

The tragedy of Vincent Ciucci was
over. Slowly, the aluminum curtain was
rung down in front of the electric chair,
and the audience filed out. A visiting
prison official whispered: ‘Innocent men
have gone to the chair. It’s final—too
final.” In less than 90 minutes, Ciucci’s
body would be removed to the Cook
County morgue and two days later it
would be buried some 30 feet from the
graves of his wife and their three chil-
dren.

In the control room, Warden Johnson
lifted a phone and called Ted Marcan-
telli, chief deputy clerk of the Criminal
Court. “Vincent Ciucci is dead,” John-
son said quietly.

Marcantelli took the file of the Ciucci
case and time-stamped it: 38 seconds
after 12:09 a.m., Friday, March 23, 1962.
As he walked with it to a record vault,
he wrote: “Sentence carried out.” $¢¢@

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In reality, he was just an ordinary schmoe of
very limited talents, but he had delusions

of grandeur, and when he tried to solve his romantic

problems with a mass rub-out, he learned the hard way, 3

that real-life detectives are a lot smarter

‘than they appear to be in the movies...

that, had come to him by virtue of the
notoriety attendant upon his arrest, trial
and the endless series of attemptsto stave
off his date with an evil destiny. He not
ecome a celebrity in Chicago
ut he had become a
national celebrity. In the Cook County
where he nervously awaited the
that would make him either a
live or a dead notable, he was a man of
rime importance, looked up to by fellow
ded special deterence by

HERE WAS a certain wry irony
apparent to
everyone who saw Vinnie during
those weeks when he was playing his life-
or-death game. You could see he was
worried, for sure. But at the pcre time it
as obvious that he was taking con-
iantle comfort in what might be called
a by-product of his predic
He was a celebrity, an

every minute of it.
He had attained

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When one stripped away all the blar-

i lines that had made him famous,
shee and studied this man coldly,
realistically, Vincent Ciucci was actually
a nobody, a weak, ineffectual man et
had climaxed a life of ineffectuality :
frustration with one ill-considered,
desperate, murderous attempt to achieve
self -fulfillment.

Yet here he was holding news com

ferences with all the aplomb of a
statesman, fielding questions serious
put to him by serious journalists from
the media, expounding on points of law
and philosophizing on the merits @
demerits of capital punishment. © !
man’s life had not been at stake— innies
life—it might have been laughable.

If a

Vinnie’s only visible asset as he a?

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roached manhood was his good looks
OF medium build, he had dark, wavy hait *
and large, dark brown eyes that nh
ly captivated the girls of the Italian
“American neighborhood where he gre¥

n Chicago’s West Side. Some of
feeds used A say he looked alotllike the
movie star Richard Conte, and in certai
of Vinnie’s expressions one could see
a resemblance.

Vincent Ciucci had another asset, not

readily apparent to the eye of a strang@

but this was an asset of which he failed t0 —

take advantage. He came from a

working, God-fearing family ws a
the @

people who knew him intimately in a

parents tried to set their children on
path of righteousness. Vinnie, some o

days say, nurtured an ambition

become a gangster, or, at the very : j
some type of successful criminal. But®g

never had what it took to realize
dubious ambitions; he had neither.

Chaplain Canavan consoles Vincent Ciucci,
accused of murder in deaths of his wife
and three children, found shot and burned

necessary nerve nor the ruthlessness.
About all he had, so far as anyone
could see, was his good looks, and his

_ ability to make it with the girls. He could

ays get a date with little more effort
than snapping his fingers. But there
wasn’t much else he could get. Like a
Sood job. After high school he drifted
‘om one disappointing job to another.
Shipping clerk. Construction roustabout.
jockey at a filling station. Driving a
ivery truck. Grocery store clerk.
All jobs of honest work, of course, but
Woefully lacking in the glamour, the
arisma that Vinnie fantasized in his
Mind, sure that he was cut out for bigger
and better things.
He was driving‘a truck when he first

Ciucci, with burn injuries, tearfully identifies bodies of wife and children

met Anne Turco, a vivacious, sloe-eyed
brunette. She came froma background of
hard-working, honest Italian parents
similar to his own. When Vinnie first met
Anne, he had no idea that she would be
any different from the procession of
other pretty gals who had wandered in
and out of his life. But Anne, he soon
found out, was different.

For one thing, she did not immediate-
ly surrender to his Latin charm. In her he
had met—for the first time—a girl who

‘was not a pushover for the line which had

never failed to work so successfully with
other chicks. Maybe that was what
brought them closer together. Maybe she
became a challenge to his cherished
masculinity, which was really all Vinnie

by CHARLES WALKER
Special Investigator for OFFICIAL DETECTIVE STORIES

Ciucci had going for him when you came
right down to it.

So he finally married Anne Turco, and
everybody who loved Vinnie said it
would be the best thing that ever happen-

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ed to him. It should have been, too, for ON
Anne had been brought up well, trained (3

in all the accomplishments that make for @
a good wife and mother. She was an ex-
cellent cook, a skilled seamstress, a good
housekeeper, and she “knew a wife's
place” in the matrimonial scheme of
things.

And after their marriage it began to
look as though everyone’s predictions
about this union would come true. Vinnie
settled down. He stayed with his truck-
driving job and they started raising a

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after fleeing the murder scene, author-
ities say he managed to Stay out of se-
rious trouble with the law. Fin-

gerprint checks have disclosed no.

subsequent arrests. His prints, on file
with the Federal Bureau of Investiga-
tion, were also checked with those of
servicemen in World War II and the
Korean War, and they established that
he had never joined the armed forces.
There is a very good possibility that
beeen

he might still be alive today. If so, he
would be 78 years old. At the time of

‘his disappearance Sinnenberg was

described as 5 feet 5 inches tall;
weighing 144 pounds, and with me-
dium chestnut hair and fair complex-
ion. His hair color would have cer-
tainly changed by now, but one thing
that would still be with him are the
burn scars on the palms of his hands
from the 1932 arson fire in which his

companion died.

Records of the Chicago Crime
Commission show that there were
384 violent deaths in Chicago and
Cook County in 1933—forty-one of
them in the month of August alone.
Officer Hastings, the 11th policeman
killed that year, was the city’s 16th
murder victim that month. It was
enough to make the citizens cry, “E-
nough is enough!”

Morris Cohen paid for his crime.
But the electric chair still awaits Hy-
man Sinnenberg, should he be found,
tried and convicted. *

~ Raped His Victims With Fire!

(continued from page 29)

even in France. Rather he was some-
where along the highway between
Belinzona and Lake Como in Italy on

his way to a long weekend in the Ital-.

ian town of Carago.
hitchhiking and was picked up by a
pleasant stranger with short, light-
brown hair. . :

He was found the following af-
ternoon in a clearing in the woods.
Although his body had not. been:

burned, ‘there were enough indica-
tions that the Fribourg murder com-
mission was immediately summoned.

- Dr. Jobert, who came down with

Inspector Marriot, Sergeant Darnelle -

and a half-dozen specialists in crime
detection, examined the body and re-
ported that the murder was almost
certainly the work of the same killer.
Crillon had been handcuffed and
tortured for an estimated two hours.
He had been kicked, beaten, bitten
and burned on all the most sensitive
parts of his body. His genitals had
been cut. off, apparently while he
was ‘still alive. The actual cause of
death was strangulation.
“He’s either enormously strong or
he’s armed,” said the inspector. “This
was no boy, but.a man close to six
feet tall and a trained athlete.”
“Armed, I would say,” said Dr. Jo-
bert who had come to the inspector’s
office to report on the findings of the
autopsy. “Had he been overpowered
in a fight, his knuckles would be
scuffed and he would have bruises on
his hands and forearms. As it is, he
has bruises enough over his entire
body, but not on his hands.”
““Probably held a gun on him and
handcuffed him,” said the sergeant.

Like many before him, Robert was

“Or a knife,” said the inspector.

“Well, this.is quite a departure from

the other ‘cases. The victim wasn’t
Swiss. The murder didn’t take place

_ in Switzerland. The victim was older

than the others and it took place a
scant month after the last murder.”
“There was no attempt to burn the
body either,” said the sergeant. “Is it
certain that,it was the same man?”

_ “Yes,” said the doctor unhesitating-
ly. “The man is a homicidal, homo-
sexual sadist and. it’s unlikely that
there would be more than one operat-
ing in the area. All the trademarks in
the previous cases are also present in
this one.” © -
_Less than a week after the murder
of Robert Crillon, on Saturday, April
25th, the fiend struck again.
Seventeen-year-old Daniel Charo-
don had been attending an event
called the Festival of the Sun in Lau-
sanne and. had had such a good time
that he remained until past eleven
o’clock.
Now, there: was no further public
transport to Fribourg, to his parents’

_ home. The distance was close to six-

ty miles. His pockets still full of con-
fetti, Daniel took up a stance beside
Highway E4 leading north to Bern
and held out his thumb. :

The car that stopped was not a Cit-
roen CX believed to be driven by the
killer. Daniel had read about him in
the newspapers and he would not
have got into a Citroen CX with a
young, male driver.

This driver-was young, but the car
was a metallic: blue Peugeot 504.
Even so, for no reason that Daniel
could have given at the time, he
looked at the licence plate as the car

siete d

came to a stop and saw that it was an

easy number, RO 66. :
Reassuringly, the driver proved to

be friendly, but not too friendly, and

he appeared to be relaxed and mat- ;
ter-of-fact. He was not going to Fri-

bourg, he said, but he could take Dan-
iel north as far as the turn-off at

~ Payerne.

It was the greater part of the dis-
tance and Daniel was gratified. As
the car gathered speed along the high-

way, he had no suspicions concern- '

ing his benefactor.

And then, gradually, a dreadful
transformation took place in the
young man with the short, curly,
light-brown hair. His entire body be-
gan to tremble, his powerful hands
gripped the steering wheel with such
force that the knuckles turned white,
a terrible tension twisted his features
into strange, inhuman grimaces and
he panted like an animal at the end of
a hard run. : 7

Daniel, glancing surreptiously at
him, immediately recognized the dan-
ger. Whether this was the fiend or
not, he was obviously a very dis-
turbed person. —

Unobtrusively, he slid his hand for-
ward to the door handle. Sooner or
later, the car would slow for one rea-
Son or another and he would push
open the door and jump. Better a few
scratches then to accept the risk he felt
himself exposed to.

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door mechanism. Door and window

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With the now-frenzied driver

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there was none. His fear was so un-
bearable that it was almost a relief

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ceeded in wrenching from him. Then Dennis
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plaining about the racket in Harlow’s apart-
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ported later. But he did summon the house
physician, who had to take 17 stitches in
Harlow’s head. By the time he was through,

. Dennis had disappeared... -

That evening, Dennis had a dinner engage-.
ment with a girl who had been a receptionist
at the United Nations. Dennis was in a bad
way, badly shaken and badly frightened and,
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not my usual attire.’”’.Calm-now, Dennis put
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photographers,

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tell the entire story to Bronx District At-
torney George DeLuca. But Harlow had
brought along his Oxford Anthology Of English
Verse and was too absorbed in the poems
of Seventeenth Century metaphysician John
Donne to bother answering any but the most
pointed questions.

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of pouring additional poison down the throats
of his dying parents, he looked up from his
book and said, “He speaks for himself, not
for me. I refuse to speak without a lawyer.”

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it had not been simply for money that he had
committed double murder; he also intensely
disliked his mother, describing her as “definitely

. paranoid.” She accused him, he said, of sexual

abnormality at an age when he didn’t even
know what sex was about.

ARLOW,” Dennis testified, ‘did hate his

mother because he thought she imposed
her will on his father. He hated her also be-
cause they had cut his allowance because he
didn’t have a job.”

When Harlow had his mug shot taken, the
bandage was removed from his head. After
the mugging, when police started to put it
back on, Harlow was highly indignant. “Don’t
do that,” he protested. “It’s unsanitary !”

Aside from this outburst, Harlow remained
unusually calm, both. before and after his
confession. Dennis, on the other hand, kept
his fellow prisoners in a detention’ cell awake
all night. ““We’re going to the chair,” he
informed them. “Where are you going?”

Following their confessions, both boys were
sent to the Bellevue Hospital psychiatric divi-
sion for observation. The Bronx Grand Jury had
indicted them on first-degree murder charges.
Dennis’ father, a Miami attorney, was re-
ported flying north to aid in his son’s defense.

I Couldn’t Hate That Much

Pode reat a continued from page 21

“I didn’t hear. any. shots,” Ciucci’ said.

“You must be’a pretty sound sleeper!”.

“Maybe they used a silencer on their gun,”
Ciucci said.

“‘They?? Who are ‘they’ 2” demanded
O’Malley. “You mean the fellows who’ ve been
threatening you?”

’. “Nobody’s been, threatening .me.”

For hours the detectives questioned him, but -

Ciucci clung to his original story. Again and
again he declared that his wife and children
had been: sleeping peacefully when he went
to bed. He had heard no shots, he insisted, and
had awakened: at 2 A.M. .to Spies the place on
fire.

“If they were murdered,” he said, “it’s as
big a mystery toi me‘as it is to you.”

Detectives meanwhile re-inspected the scene

! of the fire and found that it would have been

impossible for anyone. else to have been, in
the place when the fire. broke out.
“All the doors were bolted from the inside,”

‘reported Captain Groark, “and all the windows
. were barred.” os

Confronting Ciucci with this evidence, Chief
O’Malley said simply: “You killed ‘them.”

Ciucci shook his head calmly. “Why would
I do a thing like that?”

“Insurance perhaps,” suggested Lieutenant
Golden.,

“Yeah,” Ciucci said. “There’s insurance—
$750.0n my wife, $500 on each of the girls
and $1000 on my son, But it’s payable to my

‘-wife’s family, not to me. And the insurance

on the store and stock is held by my brother-
in-law, who set me up in business. Go ahead,
check on it. I lost everything in the fire.” Tears
began rolling down his cheeks. “Yeah, every-
thing—my wife and kids were burned up, my
business gone, my clothes, all I own de-
stroyed. All I have leftris the pair of shorts I
was wearing when I got out. And.you think
I set the fire? How crazy can you get?”

Investigation established that Ciucci was
telling the truth when he said he was not a
beneficiary on any of the insurance policies.

“Isn’t it possible that an enemy of Ciucci
did kill them?” asked a detective. “Maybe he
used a silencer on the gun, as Ciucci suggested.
Maybe he went out the front door after set-
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“Remember what the witness said—Ciucci,
in a daze, was standing inside the front door.
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the old Mafia used to work.”

Chief O’Malley scoffed at this theory. He
was convinced, he said, that Ciucci was the
killer. He said that the grocer had remained
in the store as long as he did only to allow
the blaze to gain a better start before he ran
outside and sounded the alarm.

“Tf the fire department had arrived ten
minutes later,” he said, “the clues that proved
it wasn’t an accident would have been de-
stroyed. The bloody pillow would have been
in ashes, the bed and the slats would have
been totally consumed, and we’d never know
how the bodies had been lying.

“That’s how Ciucci wanted it. But that
passerby spoiled it for him by coming along
and turning in the alarm before the blaze
was far enough’ advanced.”

In the meantime, Detective Grady had re-
turned to the scene of the fire, where he

found that firemen had cleared up most of —

the debris in the Ciucci apartment in a search
for clues.

“There’s no doubt now that this was in-
cendiary,” Chief Peterson told him. “The
condition of the floor shows that five separate
and distinct blazes were started.”

“Did you come across a gun?” Grady asked.

“No, but I found these.” Peterson produced
six empty cartridge cases of .22-caliber. “They
were on the floor.”

Grady began a careful search, rummaging
beneath the counters and'on the shelves in
the store, delving into dresser drawers and
store rooms. Finally, under a pile of clothes
on the floor of a closet, he found what he was
looking for—a .22-caliber repeating rifle.

“But that gun is dismantled,” said a police-
man,

“Sure,” said Grady, holding up the two
parts of the rifle. “It had to be in order to
be hidden under the clothes in that narrow
closet.”

Tests at the Police Crime Detection Lab-
oratory established that the empty shells found
by the firemen had been discharged from the
rifle.

“However, we can’t tell whether the bullets
taken from the heads ef the four victims
came from this gun,” said a technician. “The
bones of the skulls flattened the lead, destroy-
ing the markings that wouid make ballistics
comparison possible.”

Confronted with the evidence of the rifle,
Ciucci showed no trace of fear or excitement.
“JT borrowed that gun from a friend two days
ago,” he told the policeman. “I planned to
go squirrel hunting next week: I dismantled it
and hid it in the closet because I didn’t want
my son to play with it.”

“You want us to believe,” Detective Chief
O’Malley asked, “that some enemy of yours
sneaked into your locked home, took the dis-
mantled rifle from the closet, assembled it,
fired bullets into the heads of your sleeping
wife and children without awakening you, took
the gun apart again, replaced it in the closet
and then set the place on fire? You want us to
believe he went out a door and was able from
the outside to bolt it on the inside?”

“You’re wasting your time talking to me,”
snapped Ciucci.

Detectives next interviewed the man who
had loaned the rifle to Ciucci.

“Vince is crazy about hunting but he
doesn’t have a rifle of his own,” the man
said. “He often borrows mine. But he appar-

ently didn’t expect to bag many squirrels this
trip. When I mentioned there were only six
bullets, he told me: ‘Six will be plenty.’ ”
Investigators reported that analysis of
charred wood from~the fire scene revealed

traces of what appeared to be naphtha or

cigaret lighter fluid.

Now the police went out looking for-.a
motive.

From the dead woman’s brother, detectives
learned that Anne and Vincent Ciucci had
been separated for almost nine months, a
separation which ended when he returned: in
May, 1953. :

“Anne told: me Vince packed up and left
after an argument over his keeping late
hours,” the brother said. “When he came back,
he promised to reform, to work hard and save
his money. To. help him and my sister to get
on their feet, I gave them $500 and the
grocery, which I used to operate myself.
They’ve been doing pretty well. Anne paid a
substantial amount of Vince’s debts from the
profits.”

The tavern of South Kedzie Avenue, out-
side of which Ciucci’s Cadillac often had been
parked, now was visited by Detective James
McGrath of the Homicide Squad, He was
trying to pick up a line on the gamblers who
reportedly had threatened Ciucci’s life.

The bartender, a new employe, did not
know Ciucci, but five of/ the patrons did.
“Just heard on the radio how he lost his fam-
ily,” said one of them. “It’s tough; Mary was
a fine woman.” ’

“Mary?” McGrath asked. “Who’s “Mary?”

“His wife,” the man said.

“His wife’s name. was Anne,” said McGrath.

The man disagreed. “I knew her well. Until
about seven months ago, she used to come
around three or four times a week with Vince.”

Here at Jast, McGrath fealized, was a
possible murder motive—a second woman in
the life of Vincent Ciucci!

McGrath learned that the last time any-
body at the tavern had seen Mary she was
pregnant.

The men didn’t know. where Maty could
be found. but they recalled that she had been
quite friendly with a pretty blonde who
worked as a cashier in a restaurant. nearby.

McGrath rushed over. The blonde described
herself as “only a barroom chum” of-Mary’s.
“It’s been more than six months since I’ve

seen her,” she said. “Gee, I wonder if she’s -

had her baby yet? It was expected in August.”
“Did she say where she: was going to have
the baby?” asked McGrath.
“Yes,” said the blonde. She gave the name
of a West Side hospital.

ECORDS of the maternity ward did not
contain the names of either Mary or
Vincent Ciucci.

“Maybe she used an alias,” said McGrath.

A search through all of the hospital’s August
birth files showed that a baby girl had been
born to a Mrs. Mary Toto, whose father was
listed as Vincent Toto. Their address was
given as a hotel on West Adams Street.

At the hotel, a: clerk said that the Totos
had checked out in May, 1953, three months
before the child’s birth, without leaving a
forwarding address.

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through the hotel switchboard revealed that
during a six month period Mrs. Toto had
called practically every day a number on the
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—though possibly only temporarily: - he
has been granted a hearing by the Supreme
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of death by electrocution for the fatal
shooting of Wesley Kerr (Mad Dog Ir-
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Monstrous Six, July nse, 1955). Kerr,
a 29-year-old service station attendant,
was murdered during a hold-up in Decem-
ber, 1954. Maintaining that his: conviction
grew out of an illegally-obtained - confes-
sion made after he had been held for five
days without counsel, Irvin also asserted
that the trial itself was biased since eight
members of the jury stated under oath
that they believed him guilty. The con-
victed man escaped from jail after his
trial, but was recaptured in San Francisco
after a widespread manhunt. He carried
the mad-dog label because it was believed
by the police that he was implicated in
the killing of five other persons.

Donald C. Zorens was granted a delay
by District Judge Neil Horan in his trial
for the murder of Donald Seick, a Denver
off-duty policeman (This Rap I Can't
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maintained that “prejudicial” newspaper
stories have made it impossible for Zorens

to get a fair trial; this plea was rejected.

by the court, but the delay was grantéd
on the basis that the attorney needed the
additional time since he was preparing an
appeal for another client. Zorens was ar-
rested for shooting Patrolman Seick when
Seick ordered him to halt. According to
the officer’s wife, who was with him in
their car, Seick just had a feeling that
something was wrong when he saw Zorens

walk out of a filling station. The patrol-
man’s feeling was right—Zorens had just
held up the attendant, police reported.

Vender Lee Duncan, who began his
story with the words “I’ve never had no
luck with women, somehow” (They Don’t
Call Me Lightnin’ For Nothin’, March
INSIDE, 1958), didn’t have any luck with
the San Francisco ‘courts either: he was
found guilty of murder in the first degree
in the court of Superior Judge C. Harold
Caulfield. Tried for the slayings of Miss
Elizabeth Manning and Mrs. Ada Romig,
the jury—during a separate hearing as
required by a new California law—fixed
the penalty at death. A third hearing by
the same jury found him sane.

Robert Emerson Crites pleaded guilty
to the murder of Beverly Ann Eldred and
Mrs. Deanna Jean Fouch, the two teenage
girls he found too expensive to continue
romancing (“More Women Than I Could
Handle,” February inswe, 1958). The
Dayton, Ohio father-of four children: is
reported to have said at the time of his
arrest that he shot them to death because
“T had to get rid of them. They had me
over a barrel, and I couldn’t get off. My
kids were hungry.” Crites was judged sane
by officials at the Lima State Hospital for
the Criminally Insane, and the four chil-
dren he was so worried about may become

fatherless too ... . a panel of three com-
mon pleas judges may give him the elec-
tric chair (instead of life in prison).

Vincent Ciucci may still have an out
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dren (1 Couldn’t Hate That Much, March
INSIDE, 1954): although the Supreme

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McGrath drove out to Lexington Street
next and interviewed neighbors and learned
that Sally’s sister, Mary, was living with her
and had a four-month-old daughter.

“Sometimes she gets letters addressed to
Mrs. Ciucci,” said a tenant.

The detective knocked ‘at the door of the
Flora flat. Mary, a shapely, long-limbed
brunette, answered. She had read about the
fire tragedy and she frankly admitted that
Vincent Ciucci had been her lover and named

‘him as the father of her child.

“We were introduced in March, 1951, by
a mutual friend,” she related. “I was only
17, an orphan, and up to that time I had
walked a chalk line. He didn’t tell me he was
married until we had been sweethearts for six
months. I felt I couldn’t give him up then,
especially since he claimed he did not lové
his wife.”

In September, 1952, she continued, Ciucci
left his family and they began living together.

Mrs. Ciucci managed to trace her runaway
husband to his sweetheart’s room and burst in

’ one afternoon when the two of them were to-

gether. The wife begged him to return to her
and: the children, but Ciucci turned his back
on her, saying he never wanted to see her
again, Weeping, the spurned woman departed:

During the months that followed, Mary
stated, Ciucci borrowed $1300 from her,
money she had received from her late father’s
estate.

“When my cash was gone and I was
pregnant, he walked out on me and returned
to his wife,” she continued. “After my child’s
birth, he. began visiting me again. Just a-few
months ago, he promised: ‘No matter what
happens, I’ll get a divorce and marry you.’”

“When,” asked McGrath, “was the last time
you saw him?” _ ;

“A week ago,” she replied. “He told me
then: ‘Better get rid of. your other boyfriend
because I’m going to marry you in the next
three weeks,’ ” :

“Other boyfriend?” McGrath asked. “Did
you have a second -boyfriend?”

“No,” she replied with a faint smile, “but
I let on that I had one to make Vince
jealous.”

“What else did he say?”

She revealed that Ciucci was under the im-
pression that she was expecting a baby again.

“For a few days I thought so myself,” she
related, “but I went to a doctor last week for
an examination and he said, ‘No.’ I didn’t
tell Vince it was a false alarm, though.” ’

“What else did she say about getting a di-
vorce ?”? asked the police officer.

“He urged me to look for an apartment
and buy furniture,” she said. “He said: ‘My
divorce will be legal on Friday.’”

Ciucci had no legal divorce pending, De-

_tective McGrath knew. And it was Soon after

midnight on Friday when Ciucci’s wife and
three little children perished in their home.

. “Did he pay you back what he borrowed?”
asked the detective,

“Not a‘cent,” Mary Flora said. “All I got
out of it all was shame and poverty. Some-
times I had to-go without meals for myself
to buy milk for the baby. Vince can’t be
trusted. He isn’t reliable. He gambles, on
everything. He’s always broke.”

Ciucci, she said, had told her he was in fear
‘of being killed by gamblers who were angry
because he wouldn’t pay his debts.

“I think he was lying,” she went on. “It
was just an excuse to get money out of me.”

When he heard-her story, Lieutenant Golden

asked bluntly: “Do you think Ciucci killed
his wife and children in order to marry you?”

Mary bowed her head. “That’s a question
I don’t even want to think about.”

In an effort to break down Ciucci’s resist-
ance, Golden brought Mary to the hospital of
the House of Correction, to visit Ciucci.

When the prisoner saw her, he stretched
out his arms. After a moment’s hesitation, she
ran to him and they hugged and kissed.

“Oh, Vince,” she wept, “Vince, they have
a lot of evidence against you.” .

“No, no, no.” He began to sob. “I didn’t
do it, Mary. You know I couldn’t.”

Detectives parted the sweethearts and sent
Mary“home in a squad car. They then pounded
Ciucci with questions, trying to wear him
down and wring an admission from him,

“Mary sewed up the case against you,” Chief
O'Malley told him. “She gave us what we
needed—the motive. You wanted to marry
her, didn’t you? You told her you’d he
divorced this week. Bullets were your divorce
decree, weren’t they?”

“QHE misunderstood,” Ciucci said. “I didn’t

say that. I admit I’m a gambler and fooled
around with women, but that wouldn’t make
me do a thing like that. Nothing would.

“I won’t say I loved my wife like a hus-
band should, but I didn’t hate her that much.
That would be a silly way to try to get out
of marriage. And I’m not silly.

“I loved my children. How could a man
kill his own children? He would kill himself
instead.”

Hour after hour, the questioning continued.
But Ciucci never wavered in his story. Weary,
the police officials finally gave up. Said
O’Malley: “He’s an iron man.”

Even without a confession, State’s Attorney
John Gutknecht felt he had a strong case
against the prisoner.

“The doors were bolted securely from

within and the windows barred and the only ,
ones in there were Ciucci and his family,” he
said. “Each victim was shot and the murder
weapon was inside, too. It will be obvious to
a jury that Ciucci, the only survivor, is the
guilty one—that he tried to Joosen. the
shackles of matrimony so that he could carry
on his amours. Never has there been a crime
so vile,”
. The state’s case against Ciucci will be built
upon the other-woman angle, aids of Gut-
knecht have indicated. They will try to con-
vince the jury that the errant husband wiped’
out his family to clear the way for a quick
marriage to Miss Flora.

On Dec. 22, 1953, Ciucci was arraigned be-
fore Chief Justice Charles S. Dougherty of the
Cook County Criminal-Court. He pleaded not
guilty to the four murder indictments and his
case was assigned to Judge John T. Dempsey,
who set the trial date for Feb. 1. State’s At-
torney Gutknecht said Cuicci would be tried
first for the murder of his wife. He could be
tried separately on each of the four murder
charges.

“Y’m innocent and some day they'll find
that out,” Ciucci declared. “Before that time,
though,” he added, “I may be dead in the
electric chair.” \

Epiror’s Note: The names Mary and Sally
Flora are not the actual names of the per-
sons who were in fact participants in the
incidents described in this article. The names
are used to avoid embarrassment to these in-

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Test shots were fired from the rifle in
the lab, and a report came back quickly.
The expended shells found on the floor
had been fired from the rifle in the
closet.

The investigation leaders went into
conference at police headquarters. It was
obvious they: had on their hands one of
the most horrifying quadruple murder
cases in Chicago’s history.

They went through each facet of the
case, interviewing every witness again
and taking statements from the firemen
and policemen who had been at the fire
scene. A few things stood out.

The firemen and policemen were posi-
tive, for example, that every door and
window of the apartment was locked
when they arrived. The store door stood
open, with the glass panel smashed out.

Riccobene, the neighbor, had a story to
tell about the glass smashing.

“When the watchman, Fellows, and I
arrived,” Riccobene said, “Ciucci was
standing inside the door. We saw him
through the glass. :

“We kicked out the glass and hauled
him through the door. He cut himself and
he was badly burned. He tried to go back,
but we wouldn’t let him.”

This was an intriguing development!
Either Riccobene was mistaken—and Fel-
lows supported his version—or else Ciucci
was lying. Lying about an important
angle, too.

Ciucci had said that he broke his way
through the door without help and that
he was burned when he went back to the
apartment. But Riccobene and Fellows

insisted that he had been burned when
they first saw him and that he had not
gone back.

State’s Attorney Gutknecht summed up
some thoughts: :

“Tt would seem Ciucci was burned be-
fore he could get out of the apartment.
Maybe the explosion the neighbors heard
spattered him with fire.

“In the confusion and excitement, it
might be that he thought he broke the
door glass. But, regardless, that is a law
in his story.”

The important thing was that the
tather, mother and three children were
the only persons in the. building. The
locked doors and windows attested to
that. “There was no outside person there
to murder those poor people,” Coroner
McCarron pointed out.

Sergeants McMahon and McGrath,

meanwhile, had been searching out —

friends and relatives of the Ciuccis, ask-
ing questions and striving to come upon
some clue. One of those they contacted
was Frank Caruso, neighbor of the in-
jured father and husband.

“I saw Ciucci only yesterday,” Caruso
said. “He came to me and borrowed my
.22 rifle. Said he wanted to go squirrel
hunting.

“He has a couple of .12-gauge shotguns,
but they tear up small game pretty badly,
and he wanted my rifle.”

There was one thing that had puzzled
Caruso a little, he said, and he explained:

“T had only six shells for the .22, but
Vince said that would be enough. I
couldn’t understand that.

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“A squirrel flattened out at the top of
a tall tree is a small target, and Vince
wasn’t too good a shot. I’ve known him
to miss four or five times in a row.

“Six shells weren’t many for him to
take on a hunting trip.”

Caruso was brought to headquarters
and he identified ‘the rifle found dis-
mantled in the closet—the weapon that
had fired the bullets from the expended
casings found in the apartment.

“That’s my rifle,” he said.

Back to Ciucci’s bedside went Coroner
McCarron, accompanied this time by
Lieutenant Golden and State’s Attorney
Gutknecht’s first assistant, Irwin Bloch.
They questioned him for fivé hours—and
from him came a flood of denials and
wails of grief.

“We know you killed your wife and
kids,” Lieutenant Golden said. ‘The evi-
dence is all against you. Why don’t you
tell the truth?

“You wanted to get rid of your family
so you could carry on with Carol Amora,
didn’t you?

“You borrowed the rifle from Caruso
because you knew you couldn’t use one
of your shotguns to kill them. The shot-
gun blasts would have awakened every-
body in the neighborhood.

“There was no sixth person in your
building and, anyway, the rifle shots cer-
tainly would have awakened you in those
small rooms.

“After killing them you set fire to the
apartment. You hoped the bodies would
be destroyed, or so badly burned the
bullet wounds never would have been
found.

“You almost got away with it, too. If
the firemen had been 10 minutes later in
arriving, there would have been no evi-
dence left against you.”

Ciucco mioaned that they were accus-
ing him falsely.

“Maybe I didn’t love my wife as much
as I should have, but I didn’t hate her
that much,” he protested.

“And my children! My poor little kids!
Does a man kill his own babies? What
father could do that?

“Wouldn’t any man kill himself first?”

For Carol Amora, although he had
hugged and kissed her when she first was
brought to him at the hospital, Ciucci
now had only words of contempt.

She was “just another girl,” he said.
He declared he had not loved her.

He could not be shaken, so the in-
vestigators turned to other angles.

Fire Attorney Downes had an idea that
the victims might have been knocked out
with chloroform before they were shot,
or that cigaret-lighter fluid might have
been used to start the blaze.

“That might account for the explosion,”
he said. “Chloroform fumes are explosive,
and so is lighter fluid.”

Dr. Kearns reported that the blood con-
tent of none of the victims showed any
traces of either substance, but that was
not conclusive. Either chloroform or
lighter fluid will vanish quickly, the doc-
tor said.

Prosecutor Bloch investigated insur-
ance as a possible motive, but came up
with a blank. There were small policies
on the lives of Anne and the children, but
they were payable to her family—not to
the husband.

“What we need is a solid motive,” Bloch
said. ‘“There’s plenty of direct and circum-
stantial. evidence, but we must have a
better motive.”

Miss Amora was given a new examina-
tion, along with the other witnesses.
Also, she was informed that Ciucci had
said she was just another of his girls.

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“I gave him some of the money when
he said he had lost money gambling, and
was afraid racketeers would beat him up
because he couldn’t pay,” she said. “I be-
lieve now that that was just a fake excuse
to get cash from me.”

She also gave him money to make down
payments on cars which he later lost to
finance companies, the girl said.

After he left their love-nest apartment,
Carol said, Vincent lived alone at the
Crest Hotel for about two weeks. Then
they made up in a tearful, love-making
reunion, and she joined him at the hotel.
She continued:

“In about a month, he told me to pack
my bags and get out. I did. I saw him
next in July, and asked him about the
money I had loaned him. He said he didn’t
owe me anything.”

The baby, Rose, was born to her August
4, 1953, at a West Side hospital.

“My love is dead for Vince Ciucci,” she
said. “He can’t fool me any more.”

Carol related that Ciucci’s wife, Anne,
had called on her at her home and told her
to keep away from Vincent. The shapely
brunette laughed bitterly and said:

“I told her about the $1,300, and she
said I was a liar.”

The listening police were interested,
but hardly shocked by Carol’s story of
illicit love. Many a married man has been
lured out of bounds by a bodice less
tastily filled than Carol’s.

They did begin, however, to look for a
jealous rival in romance who might have
been out to get Ciucci and his family. Or
an irate kinsman who resented the girl’s
betrayal. Lieutenant Golden, the homicide
chief, summed it up:

“There’s no doubt that Ciucci treated
Miss Amora badly, from her story. He
wronged her when she was 17, took her
money, fathered her child and then
walked out on her. A lot of people might
have wanted ‘to get him for those
things.”

To test reactions, Golden had Miss
Amora taken to Ciucci’s hospital ward.
She stood beside his bed for a moment
before he recognized her. Then he
sobbed: “Carol! Carol!”

She threw herself, weeping, over the
bed. They kissed and hugged before at-
tendants could pull them apart.

“Oh, Vince!” she said. “They’ve got a
lot on you.”

He replied: “I don’t know anything
about it, dearest. I’ve told the police the
truth.”

The disclosure of the love life of Ciucci
and Miss Amora was astounding, con-
sidering the young husband’s home life,
but an even greater shocker was due. It
came from Dr. Kearns, coroner’s physi-
cian,

He had sawed off the skull tops of Mrs.
Ciucci and the three children, Dr. Kearns
reported bluntly to Lieutenant Golden of
homicide :

“Those people didn’t die of suffocation
or burns. It isn’t a case of accident. It’s
homicide—murder, that is. The most
vile crime I’ve ever encountered, that’s
what...”

Golden shut off the indignant, splutter-

ing doctor to ask for positive facts, and

he got them: :
“Each of these people was shot in the

head. Death was caused by brain hemor-

rhages, plus inhalation of carbon monox- °

ide from the fire.”

The astonished homicide chief broke in
to ask whether Kearns was sure of the
gunshot diagnosis. He got an explosive
reply:

“Of course I’m certain! The wife was
shot through the bridge of the nose, the
boy in the right ear, the eldest girl also
in the right ear and the other girl in the
left cheek.

“You didn’t notice the wounds, of
course, because the heads of the victims
were smoke stained, burned and charred
by the time the firemen carried them out
through the flames.”

From the victims’ heads, the dissectors
had recovered three twisted, squashed
lead slugs, apparently of .22 size. The
fourth bullet was missing.

The slugs were rushed to the police
crime laboratory, but they were worth-
less: for microscopic examination in bal-
listics tests. They were too misshapen to
show up the lans and grooves of the
weapon from which they had been fired.

The investigators went back to Ciucci’s
bedside, told him with brutal frankness
that his family had been wiped out, and

submitted him to questioning by Sergeant

McMahon:

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your wife was shot to death?

A: I certainly would.

Q: Do you know your three children
were shot in the head, too?

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Nobody would do a thing like that.

Q: Well, all of them were shot and
killed, before the fire, and I have a ques-
tion to ask. Did you shoot them?

A: How can you ask a question like
that? I gamble and I fool around with
women, I guess, but do you think I could
kill my wife and kids? Are you crazy?

Coroner McCarron now joined the in-
terrogating group, and it was obvious
that Ciucci was in fair condition, despite
his burns and cuts. The coroner had Vin-
cent put on a stretcher, under strap re-
straints, and taken to the mortuary where
the bodies lay in their coffins.

It was a strange sight, with pale lights
casting shadows on green walls, as Ciucci
was wheeled into the room of death. Mc-
Carron lifted the lid of the casket con-
taining Anne’s corpse and demanded of
Ciucci: A;

“Ts that your wife?”

Ciucci screamed—a piercing wail of
grief and denial of guilt. He seemed al-
most ready to collapse. He was taken
back to his hospital bed, without being
required to look at the bodies of his chil-
dren.

“He can’t stand any more,” said one of
the attending physicians. ‘

Back at the fire—or murder—scene, the
city’s ‘top investigators gathered that
afternoon. Captain O’Malley, Lieutenant
Golden, State’s Attorney Gutknecht, Cor-
oner McCarron, Fire Attorney Downes,
Captain Groark and Fire, Lieutenant
Murphy were there. :

Murphy, the original Sherlock Holmes
of the case, brought along a screen, such
as that used to sift sand or gravel, and
he began to work on the ashes and debris
in the living quarters.

Soon he came up with the expended
casing of a .22 shell. He found another,
and then a third. He sent them to the
crime laboratory where the .22-rifle, found
disassembled in the closet, had already
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his father, Frank Ciucci, and his brother-
in-law, Michael Turco, brother of Anne.

The two kinsmen were cautious about
discussing private family affairs, but the
father finally conceded:

“Well, Vincent always was a good boy
except for one thing. He gambled a lot,
and he got in debt pretty deep. He was
worried.”

Turco confirmed that: “Vince was
afraid. He said some of the bookmakers
and other gamblers to whom he owed
money were tough guys. He was afraid
that they might beat him up and—even
worse—that they might hurt Anne and
the kids.”

The brother went on to relate that he
had rescued Vincent and Anne from bad
financial difficulties a few months before.
He owned the building where the grocery
was located. ;

He had given Anne and Vincent the
grocery business, charging them nominal
rent for the entire property, and had
financed them to the extent of $500 to
carry on temporarily.

Vince had straightened out, stopped
gambling, stayed home nights, taken a

part-time job driving a truck, helped out .

in the store and shown a genuine interest
in his family, Turco said.

Sergeants McMahon and McGrath
wanted to know the names of the gam-
blers trying to collect money from

Ciucci; but on that score, the father and
brother-in-law were unable to help. All
they knew was that Vincent had been
tortured with worry and fear for his
family. :

Turco did recall, however, that Ciucci
formerly had spent some of his spare time
in the Club Ritz, a quiet, respectable
tavern at 2320 South Kedzie Avenue.

“He didn’t gamble there, I’m sure, be-
cause such things aren’t tolerated in the
place,” the brother-in-law said. “But he
used to belong to a bowling club in the
neighborhood, and he and his friends
would stop at the Ritz for beers.

“He quit the club some time ago, after
he began taking an interest in the gro-
cery store.”

The léad didn’t seem too promising, so
McGrath and McMahon made a few more
checks before dropping in at the Club
Ritz, finally arriving there in mid-after-
noon that Saturday.

A dozen customers were at the bar
and one of them, a plump blonde, was
ruining her mascara with tears as she
read a newspaper story of the fire
tragedy. She was saying:

“This nmewspaper’s all wrong. All
wrong. His name’s Vincent Toto, not
Vincent Ciucci. I recognize his picture.
And his wife was named Carol, not Anne.
I knew her well.”

The detectives asked some questions,

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and several other patrons agreed with
the blonde. They knew the man from a
photo in the paper, taken as he was being
hospitalized, as Vincent Toto.

There was no newspaper picture of
Mrs. Ciucci, but the other people at the
bar nodded in accord with the blonde
when she said:

“Her name was Carol. I last saw her in
July or August. She was going to have a
baby. Wonderful girl, she was.”

The two sergeants were stumped. They
knew Mrs. Ciucci’s youngest child was
Angeline, aged 4. Therefore, how could
she have been about to have a baby four
months earlier?

And what was this confusion about the
names of “Ciucci,” “Toto,” “Anne” and
“Carol?” The blonde, argumentative as
she saw their doubt, was most helpful:

“T’ll betcha a million bucks that their
names were Vincent and Carol Toto and
that Carol was going to have a baby—just
about ready to, in fact, last August.

“They lived at the Crest Hotel. That’s
1519 West Adams Street. You check up
over there and you'll find I’m right.”

McMahon and McGrath lost no time
in following her advice, and found she
was, indeed, correct. Hotel attachés rec-
ognized Ciucci’s picture in the paper as a
man who had lived there as Vincent Toto.
And they recalled that his wife was
named Carol.

Furthermore, Carol had left a forward-
ing address when she checked out of the
hotel. It was 1264 Lexington Avenue, and
the two sergeants went there at once.

A tall, willowy, dark-eyed, beauti-
fully formed young brunette answered
their knock. She was, as McGrath later re-
marked, “the Ava Gardner type.” A tight-
fitting shirtwaist showed off her tantaliz-
ing figure to the best possible advantage.

“I’ve been expecting you,” she said,
when the officers identified themselves,
and she invited them in. They took chairs,
after admiring a pretty baby sleeping in
a crib.

The girl said: “My name’s Carol Amora
and, to get the vital statistics out of the
way, I’m 20 years old. The child is my
daughter, Rose. She’s four months old.”

Before the sergeants could ask a ques-
tion, Miss Amora continued:

“You want to ask me about Vincent
Ciucci, I know. Well, I can tell you plenty.
He’s a great lover. Rose is his daughter,
as well as mine.”

The nonplused officers stopped her at
that point, took her to headquarters and
got her statement, in writing and signed.
She was frank to the point of starkness.

She first met Vincent Ciucci in the Club
Ritz in March, 1951, when she was only
17 years old, Carol said. Ciucci was with
his bowling friends, she related, but he
took her home and got her: telephone
number.

“He called me a week later and asked
me to go for a ride,” she said, “and I did.
I liked him. We drove around for a while
and then he parked on the lake front.

“We made love there, in his car. That
was the first time.”

Ciucci was her lover for six months, she
said, before he told her he was married
and the father of three children.

“It didn’t seem to make much difference
at that stage,” she said. “He told me that
he didn’t love his wife and that he would
divorce her and marry me. I believed
him.”

The following September, she went on,
Ciucci told her that he was “fed up with
marriage,” that he had asked Anne to
divorce him and that she had refused. She
continued frankly :

“He left his home and we
an apartment at 1514 West |
lived there as man and wife

“T became pregnant and
brought me medicine and
wouldn’t take them. That ma
and he moved out on me.”

Carol went on to say th:
without-benefit-of-clergy |
Ciucci he had borrowed $)]..
It was part of an inheritanc
father.

“I gave him some of the
he said he had lost money ¢g
was afraid racketeers woul:
because he couldn’t pay,” sh
lieve now that that was just
to get cash from me.”

She also gave him money t
payments on cars which he
finance companies, the girl

After he left their love-ne
Carol said, Vincent lived
Crest Hotel for about two
they made up in a tearful,
reunion, and she joined him
She continued:

“In about a month, he tol
my bags and get out. I di
next in July, and asked hi
money I had loaned him. He
owe ime anything.”

The baby, Rose, was born 1
4, 1953, at a West Side hos;
. “My love is dead for Vine:
said. “He can’t fool me any

Carol related that Ciucci’:
had called on her at her honx
to keep away from Vincent.
brunette laughed bitterly an:

“T told her about the $1.
said I was a liar.”

The listening police wer
but hardly shocked by Car
illicit love. Many a married 1
lured out of bounds by a
tastily filled than Carol’s.

They did begin, however,
jealous rival in romance whi
been out to get Ciucci and h
an irate kinsman who resen
betrayal. Lieutenant Golden,
chief, summed it up:

“There’s no doubt that C
Miss Amora badly, from h
wronged her when she was
money, fathered her chil
walked out on her. A lot of
have wanted ‘to get him
things.”

To test reactions, Gold
Amora taken to Ciucci’s h«
She stood beside his bed fc
before he recognized he:
sobbed: “Carol! Carol!”

She threw herself, weepi
bed. They kissed and hugge
tendants could pull them apz

“Oh, Vince!” she said. “T)
lot on you.”

He replied: “I don’t kn«
about it, dearest. I’ve told tl!
truth.”

The disclosure of the love |
and Miss Amora was astou
sidering the young husband’
but an even greater shocker
came from Dr. Kearns, coro
cian,

He had sawed off the skull
Ciucci and the three children
reported bluntly to Lieutenai
homicide:

“Those people didn’t die o:
or burns. It isn’t a case of <
homicide—murder, that is.
vile crime I’ve ever encoun
wWilat’.-.i.”

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that Ciucci had
er of his girls.

This time she came forth with a bit of
information which she had withheld from
her first statement.

She had resumed her love life with
Ciucci in October, the girl now revealed.
It was untrue that he had broken with
her completely in July, after he aban-
doned her with the birth of her baby due
soon thereafter.

She explained that she had been
ashamed to admit she had taken up again
with a man who had treated her so shab-
bily. She talked now because she realized
the matter was important—and she was
hurt by Ciucci’s having made so light of
their love affair, she said.

Furthermore, Carol added, she had told
Ciucci in November that she was again
pregnant by him!

“T found out later that I wasn’t,” she
said, “but I didn’t tell Vince. I thought
it might be good for him to worry for a
while.”

On the previous Wednesday, Carol
went on, she had seen Vincent in a West
Side tavern. They had talked together for
15 minutes, and he had ‘renewed his
protestations of deep love for her, she
said. She further quoted him as saying:

“T’m going to get a divorce. You be a
good little girl and we'll be married soon.
My divorce will be final on Friday.”

“Final on Friday!” It had been only a
few minutes after midnight of that day
when Vincent Ciucci’s family perished!

Bloch now had a motive to put for-
ward: a strong case that Ciucci had con-

win intnieiseeliesinssindmemenipeitssite

tinued his extramarital affair up to
shortly before the murders and that he
had been promising to marry Carol.

He rushed Miss Amora and othér wit-
nesses before the grand jury. :

Indictments were: returned, charging
Ciucci with four murders. Bloch an-
nounced that the death penalty would be
demanded. .

“We'll probably try him: first for the
murder of his wife,” Bloch said. “If we
get anything less than a death verdict
there, we'll try him for murdering one of
the children. We'll keep on until we get
him ticketed for the electric chair.”

Four days after return of the indict-
ments, Ciucci was interviewed in the
county jail by Lou Paris, ace reporter for
the Chicago Sun-Times.

The defendant first denied that he knew
anything about the killings. Paris pressed
him with the mass of evidence against
him—the locked doors and windows, the
borrowed rifle, his love affair with Miss
Amora.

Ciucci finally made this sad but illumi-
nating remark:

“I know the evidence is all against me.
I was the only person in the apartment
with Anne and the kids. It looks as if I
must have done it, and maybe I did.”

However, it will be up to a judge and
jury to determine from the impartial evi-
dence presented by the defense and the
prosecution whether Cfucci is innocent or
guilty of the crimes with which he is
charged.

What | Learned With the FBI

[Continued from page 3]

City, Butte, Los Angeles, Cincinnati and
Columbus.

As head of the police and fire depart-
ments of a large city, one must forego
much of the excitement, high adventure
and thrills of the law enforcement officer
in action. But what I learned in my years
with the FBI stood me in good stead in
my city position. One point’ stressed in
my training under J. Edgar Hoover was
to keep details of countless “hot” cases
at one’s finger tips.

In this respect, I recall an afternoon
in May, 1946, while I was the FBI special
agent in charge of the Columbus, Ohio,
office. I was driving along the National
Highway toward Springfield where I was
conducting a police school. A_ bandit,
Ralph Knox, a few days before had held
up a bank at Spencerville in northeastern
Indiana and had escaped with a large
amount of cash.

Despite widespread broadcasts of the
fugitive’s description, type of automobile
and license number, Knox continued to
elude capture. The latest reports had
placed him at a gambling casino in north-
ern Kentucky where he had allegedly lost
large sums of money.

A few miles west of Columbus, I passed
a Shell filling station. A blue Studebaker
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a road at the side of the station, alighted
and walked up to the vehicle. There was
no one in the car nor was the station at-
tendant in sight. I peered through a win-
dow. There was the attendant talking
to a man who tallied generally with
Knox’s description.

I decided to question the man but
realized that I would have to act fast as

my suspect, if he was Knox, would prob-
ably be armed and dangerous. I hurried to
the rear of the station, slipped unnoticed
into the building and shoved a gun into
the ribs of a very. surprised individual.
With no opportunity to resist, my pris-
oner meekly surrendered. Yes, it was
Ralph Knox. This sounds simple, but it
is a striking example of Mr. Hoover’s
meticulous training in the importance of
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The outbreak of World War II de-
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Resigned to his fate, Vincent wrote letter (above) in death cell to Warden Johnson

going for them. It’s quite normal.”

A week before my visit to the jail,
Ciucci had tried desperately to get
something going for him again. Gam-
bling against heavy odds, he gave
newspaper reporters a new version of
the killings.

“On the night of the murders I had
been in our bathroom about twenty
minutes when I heard strange noises,
like a kid makes when he fires a cap
gun,” he asserted, “I rushed into our
bedroom.

“As I reached the door, I noticed
my wife leaving our kids’ room with
the rifle in her hand. I tried to snatch
it from her and we struggled. The
gun went off, sending a slug into the
ceiling. Finally I was able to grab it
from her, and then I knocked her
across our bed. ‘

“In the children’s room, all the kids
were sprawled out on the bed. I lifted
Vincent’s head and noticed his face
was covered with blood. He didn’t
answer when I called his name. My
daughters’ heads were bloody, too—
and they were dead.

“I took the rifle and rushed back
to the bedroom where my wife lay on
the bed. She was mumbling some-
thing, but all I could think about was
that she had killed our kids. In a
rage, I emptied the gun into her.

“T killed her, all right, but not the
children. The only time I touched
them that night was to see if they were
really dead.”

Vince did not explain the fire. But
if he could convince authorities he was
guilty only of his wife’s murder, he
could beat the chair, since he already
had been tried, convicted and sen-
tenced to 20 years for her death.

He requested sodium _pentothal

(truth serum) and a lie detector test’

to substantiate this story, which he
had secretly told Warden Johnson and
other jail officials several years earlier.
But his gambler’s superstition should
have told him that the number “13”
was against him.

Chief Justice Joseph Drucker of the
Criminal Court turned down his re-
quest on the grounds that the results
of such tests would not be admissible
evidence. A Chicago newspaper re-
vealed that Ciucci already had been
given a lie test—secretly—in 1960. Ac-
cording to this report, the test showed
he was lying when he denied confess-
ing to a priest that he had killed the
children.

Finally, Governor Otto Kerner, him-
self an opponent of capital punishment,
denied a plea for executive clemency
after reading a report on Ciucci’s case
made by the Illinois Parole and Par-
don Board. Sixty-two letters and tele-
grams subsequently received by Ward-
en Johnson and a special message to
Governor Kerner from Father Dismas
Clark, the famous “hoodlum priest”
of St. Louis, all opposing Ciucci’s exe-
cution, had not made the governor

change his mind. Apparently Ciucci’s
last hope was gone.

Yet on the day the Pardon Board
reviewed Ciucci’s case, the doomed
man’s father had managed to generate
last-minute elements of doubt which
persisted in some persons’ minds de-
spite the Board’s ultimate recommen-
dation to Governor Kerner that the
execution be carried out.

In testifying before the five-member
board at Springfield, the state capital,
the elder Ciucci charged that Carol
Amora had been guilty of perjury
when she testified as the State’s star
witness at her lover’s trials.

He claimed that within the last week
Carol had told him she lied on the
witness stand, in particular when she
quoted Vince as saying: “Don’t rush
me. I’m going to be a free man soon.”

Asking that his son’s sentence be
reduced to life imprisonment, the elder
Ciucci further charged that the prose-
cution had given Carol a prepared list
of questions and answers for use dur-
ing Vince’s trials, in addition to buying
her gifts. The father testified that
Carol told him representatives of the
state’s attorney had threatened to take
away her child and send her to jail
for five years for perjury if she pub-
licly changed her story now. ‘

Sam Papanek, a former assiStant
state’s attorney, vehemently deni the
elder Ciucci’s accusations. The™ fact
of the matter was, Papanek told the
Board, Carol Amora had telephoned
him only a week ago and related that
Vince’s father had tried to persuade
her to sign an affidavit changing her
story. Carol refused, Papanek said,
and insisted she had told the truth in
her testimony.

Another assistant state’s attorney
corroborated Papanek’s testimony, add-
ing: “If this shocking and _ horrible
crime does not deserve the death pen-
alty, then no case does.”

Judging from its recommendation to
Governor Kerner, the Board evidently
put more credence in this testimony.
But the remarks of Vince’s father had
raised some 11lth-hour doubts.

As I left Warden Johnson’s office in
the last dark minutes of Wednesday,
March 21st—now only 24 hours away
from Vincent Ciucci’s rendezvous with
death—I was aware that there were
two other slim, new developments that
might save him. Both involved Carol
Amora.

For days her relatives had been
telling reporters that she was “800
miles away” and would have nothing
more to say about Vince’s case. But
while I was at the jail, she telephoned
Warden Johnson and disclosed that she
was in Chicago, on the West Side. She
intimated that she was thinking about
saying something that might affect
Ciucci’s case, but couldn’t make up
her mind. Johnson told her to think
it over and to call him back. She had
not called back, (Continued on page 78)

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Cook County Jail on Chicago’s drab
West Side to three cells where, behind
a heavily guarded, solid steel green
door, no other inmates were housed. It
would have meant violating the jail’s
rules of maximum lockup at a time
when every order had to be observed
to the letter.

There was no question that Vincent ©

Ciucci would have enjoyed company.
He was to spend the night in one of
the three isolation cells, taking with
him a pot of coffee, a pack of ciga-
rettes, and copies of four Chicago
newspapers,

The cell was bare, except for bunk,
basin, and toilet. If Vince wanted to
smoke, a guard who kept him under
constant surveillance from a desk op-
posite the cell would take a cigarette
from the pack and light it for him.

If he wanted a drink, the guard
would hand him a tin cup, watch him
while he swallowed, and retrieve the
cup the moment he finished. Any food
he requested would have to be tasted

A guilty secret was uncovered in the fire-ravaged home behind the store where four members of the Ciucci family had perished

for poison first by the jail’s chief chef.
A doctor would have to be called in to
prescribe any medication he needed,
and if the required medicine contained
some form of narcotic, Ciucci would
simply have to do without it.

If he wanted to sleep, he would have
to ignore the 150-watt bulb which
would glare all night in his 10 x 10-
foot cubicle. If he wanted to glimpse
the outside world, he would have to
settle for the patch of black sky visi-
ble through the 4 x 7-foot barred
window on the cell’s west wall.

Vincent Ciucci was waiting to die.
He would not have long to wait.

Behind another green door 15 steps
down the corridor, one of Illinois’ three
electric chairs squatted, black and
empty. In just 27 hours, as the first
minutes of Friday, March 23, 1962,
were ticking away, Vincent Ciucci
would occupy it.

In an adjacent control room, War-
den Jack Johnson and three guards
would watch for a signal. When it

came, each of the four men would
press a red button on a control panel.

One of the four buttons would send
1,900 volts slamming into Ciucci’s
strapped-in form. They would hit him,
in the words of Warden Johnson, “like
40 million baseball bats.” And society
would have reaped its vengeance for
what a judge called “the most atrocious
crime that has ever been committed in
the State of Illinois”...

Headlines first catapulted Vincent
Ciucci to prominence from obscurity
some seven years earlier, and for a few
fleeting hours then he seemed to be a
hero.

At 9:30 p.m., December 4, 1953,
Ciucci closed his corner grocery at 3101
West Harrison Street and retired to the
rear apartment he shared with his
wife, Anne, and their three children.

Some of his customers that Friday
recalled later that Ciucci, then 27, was
gay and chatty, in a joking mood,
while Anne seemed unusually quiet, as
if something troubled her deeply. But

this was not uncommon. Anne, in the
words of friends, was “an old-country
type of Italian girl”—loyal, home-lov-
ing, unworldly. ;
Vince, it was later to be revealed,
was precisely the opposite. &

Less than an hour after midnight,

two men strolling along hushed Har-
rison Street heard frantic pounding
from inside the Ciucci grocery. As they
raced to the front of the store, Vincent
Ciucci, eyes wild and face contorted,
smashed the glass in the door. Thrust-
ing his hand through the jagged hole,
he ripped open the screen, then
plunged head first from the building,
screaming hysterically, “Fire! My wife!
My kids! They’re back in there!”

He spun from the startled witnesses
and dove back through the glass, stum-
bling toward the rear rooms. The two
men tried to follow, but choking smoke
drove them back. Through the dense
smoke, they and pajama-clad neigh-
bors congregating outside could see the
dull red glow of flames.

As fire-fighting equipment clanged
to the scene, Vincent Ciucci staggered
from the store, bleeding, burned, and
nearly unconscious from the smoke.
His lacerated arms were empty. He had
made a heroic effort to save his family,
neighbors agreed, but he had failed.

When the flames were quenched and
firemen were able to probe the gutted
structure, they found the charred
corpse of Anne Ciucci, 28, lying face
down on a cot near the back door, her
arms folded beneath her. On a bed in
the bedroom were the bodies of the
three children, Vincent Jr., 9, Virginia,
8, and Angeline, 4. Like their mother,
they had been seared and blackened
by the flames.

From a hospital bed, Vincent Ciucci

Anne Ciucci (above) tried to keep family intact for the sake of Vincent Jr., Virginia and Angeline (I. to r.)

sobbed out his account of, what had
happened. “My family went to bed
early and I sat up reading until after
midnight,” he said. “Then, like I al-
ways do, I checked the cash register,
smoked a cigarette, and went to bed.

“Sornetime later I heard a loud puff.
I got up and reached for the phone,
but it was dead. The whole place was
afire. I couldn’t get through the flames
to my family. I tried to go back for
Anne and the kids, but I couldn’t make
it.”

It was a tragic story, and Ciucci
might have retained the city’s sym-
pathy had it not been for seasoned fire
investigators and a sharp-eyed pathol-
ogist.

The firemen quickly noted that de-
spite the intense smoke and flames, the
victims, judging from their positions,
had made no effort whatever.to escape.
Further, Fire Lieutenant Eugene Mur-
phy noticed what he thought was blood
on the pillow beneath Vincent Jr.’s
head. Murphy knew that the boy’s
burns could not have caused him to
bleed.

It was the pathologist who discov-
ered what had. In examining the
bodies at Cook County morgue on or-
ders of Coroner Walter E. McCarron,
the doctor found that none of the vic-
tims had perished in the fire. When the
flames broke out, they were already
dead—from .22 caliber rifle bullets in
their brains.

From the fire-blackened ruins of the
grocery, detectives recovered a dis-
mantled .22 rifle, hidden beneath a
pile of clothes. On the bedroom floor
they found three cartridge casings and
an empty fuel-oil can. And in subse-
quent investigation, they turned up an
incriminating biography of Vincent

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Ciucci. It shed a new light on things.

A man who knew Ciucci well told
me, shortly before his execution, that
Vince’s early ambition apparently was
to be a hoodlum. An only child, he
grew up on the shabby West Side, an
area that has spawned many hoods.
My source recalled a picture of Vince
taken when he was 16.

“He was wearing a white felt hat,
highly polished shoes, a coat with a fur
collar, a fancy shirt, and a white tie,”
my friend said. “In those days, these
were the marks of someone who
wanted to be a smooth tough guy.”

But whatever it takes to be a hood,
Vince didn’t seem to have it. He wound
up as a truck driver, and later a gro-
cer. Possibly to compensate for this, he
tried to be a “big man” in other ways—
by gambling and seducing women. It
wis when they began delving into
these activities that the police un-
earthed a picture of Ciucci that was far
from heroic,

Twice a week, telling his wife he
was going bowling, he visited neigh-
borhood taverns to pursue his weak-
nesses. So far as gambling was
concerned, he rarely was lucky. With
women, he scored better,

In 1951 at a tavern on South Kedzie
Avenue, he met a teenage brunette
whose last name in Italian means
“Jove,” Carol Amora. She not only
helped clear Ciucci’s gambling debts
with an inheritance, but proved so sex-
ually appealing that he deserted his
family and lived with her for a year.
When his wife went to court to obtain
a support order, he began talking about
divorce.

Eighteen-year-old Carol, on the
other hand, began talking about the
illegitimate baby that was on the way.

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go through four definite stages when
they come to jail, and Vince has gone
through each one.

“At first they tend to act guilty, very
subdued, sometimes rather ‘hang-dog.’
They behave a good deal like what
they are—men who have been con-
victed of crimes against society.

“Then they begin to realize just
who they are. They see their names
in the paper, and they begin to feel
a sense of identity, an awareness of
themselves.

“In the third stage they see them-
selves as victims of circumstance. Their
crimes become things anyone else
would have done in the same situa-
tions.

“Finally, they begin vehemently pro-
testing that they are innocent, that
they have been unjustly convicted.”

While Vincent Ciucci was exper-
iencing those metamorphoses, Warden
Johnson often talked with him. The
warden, who had headed one execu-
tion besides Ciucci’s and has officially
witnessed eleven others, is a staunch
foe of capital punishment. “I’m con-
vinced the death penalty does not serve
as a deterrent against crime,” he says.
“I don’t believe it has any effect on

the number of murders committed.”

This attitude and his reputation for
being tough but eminently fair help
Warden Johnson to get close to con-
demned men. He talks frequently with
those in his custody in an effort to ex-
plore the causes of their crimes and
to determine the effect of impending
death on their personalities.

On one occasion, Ciucci said of John-
son: “If it wasn’t for him, I don’t be-
lieve I could maintain my sanity.”

“We discussed everything—religion,
philosophy, the works,” the warden
recalled. “He reads a lot—a little of
everything. Also he’s a religious man,
and while he doesn’t keep a prayer
book or Bible with him, he has taken
weekly Communion and has gone to
Confession.

“At some point in his life, I figure, he
experienced a tremendous rejection.
That seems to be typical of men in his
position. His parents are divorced.
Perhaps that was part of it.”

After coming to jail, Vince was fur-
ther rejected. Carol Amora, his one-
time mistress and the mother of his
illegitimate child, came to see him only
six times in seven years. Four of her
visits were at the request of Warden

Johnson. Carol was bitter because the
notoriety she gained from the trials had
caused her to be fired from a succes-
sion of jobs and evicted from apart-
ments, even though she. changed her
name.

On her last visit, at Christmas time,
1961, she brought the little girl Vince
had fathered. Ciucci and the child
chatted about school and childhood
illnesses while Carol sat on the other
side of the warden's office. She and
Ciucci did not speak. If he had ever
really loved her, his affection—and
hers, too—seemingly had vanished.

As Warden Johnson and I discussed
all this, I asked how he thought Ciucci
would bear up the next night, when the
guards led him from his cell down the
lonely basement hall to the chair.

“He may go bravely,“.Johnson re-
plied. “He wants very much. to. be
thought of as a man, to avoid any slur
on his manliness. If anything keeps
him from breaking, this might be it.

“Right now he’s probably trying to
convince himself he -won’t die. He
most likely requested those newspapers
so he could read about himself and
seek out something in the stories that
will comfort him or give him a ray of

hope. He’s probably still thinking, ‘It
can’t happen to me,’ and depending on
something to save him in the last five
or ten minutes.

“He told his mother this evening,
‘Don’t worry about me. I've made
my peace with God. I feel fine.’ She
looked as if she needed comforting
more than he did.

“But no one knows what that man
is going through tonight. You can’t
put on paper what’s happening to him
inside. Webster hasn’t invented words
to describe it.”

During the years his case was be-
ing reconsidered by state and federal
courts, Vincent Ciucci had won 12
stays of execution. Exploiting one
legal angle after another, Attorney
Leighton tried valiantly to save him.
The first stay was granted so that
Leighton could appeal the conviction
and death sentence to the Illinois
Supreme Court.

In May, 1956, the court affirmed
the conviction and upheld the sentence.
Other delays were granted while At-
torney Leighton carried the case to
the United States Supreme Court,
where he pleaded that Ciucci’s series of
murder trials had violated his civil
rights. The court rejected this cbn-
tention. so

More stays were granted to ay
further appeals. Ciucci lost 15 poun
as he sweated out his ordeal. Once he
was snatched from the chair only five
hours away from death. Some police
officials began complaining that what-
ever deterrent effect capital punish-
ment might have in theory was being
canceled by the delay in carrying out
the execution.

They pointed out that in England
the death penalty is considered by
some to be effective because the sen-
tence is promptly carried out, often
within 60 days. Nevertheless, Attorney
George Leighton had a man’s life in
his hands, and he continued to milk
every possibility to save it.

Months dragged by. In 1961, the case
again reached the U.S. Supreme Court,
on the grounds that Ciucci had been
denied a fair trial for his son’s murder
because of “an atmosphere of preju-
dice engendered by inflammatory news-
paper publicity caused by the prose-
cution.”

In June, the court refused to con-~-
sider Ciucci’s plea. The case was re-
turned to the Illinois Supreme Court,
which ruled Ciucci must die.

The condemned man was painting
a wall in the jail’s convalescent ward
when Warden Johnson brought him
the news. Showing no emotion and
not pausing in his work, Ciucci said,
“Yeah, I more or less expected it.
I’ve lost count of how many times this
thing has been put off.”

Attorney Leighton continued to win
stays, now with a petition for a writ
of habeas corpus filed in Federal Dis-
trict Court. Hope flickered briefly

last September when Judge Julius

Miner granted a hearing on the pe-
tition. Judge Miner said he was in-
fluenced by a recent Supreme Court
decision reversing the death sentence
of Leslie “Mad Dog” Irvin, alleged
killer of six. The*court’s decision ruled
that Irvin had been denied a fair trial
because newspapers aroused jurors.

“I looked for the worst and prayed
for the best,” Ciucci said. “I believe
that someday, sormnehow, the circum-
stances will be revealed as to what
really happened that evening.”

But “the worst” that Ciucci looked
for was waiting in the wings, and it
came some weeks later when Judge
Miner refused the writ, commenting
that Ciucci had a “weak case.” The
U.S. Court of Appeals concurred. Later
the U.S. Supreme Court refused to
grant a new hearing.

“Pm immune to disappointments,”
Ciucci said. “I’ve had my share of
them.”

For the 13th time, a date was set for
his electrocution. There seemed little
chance he would escape again.

In the jail, Warden Jchnson told me,
other inmates began showing Ciucci
deference—giving him cigarettes, let-
ting him stand ahead of them in lines
—showing in these little courtesies
their way of displaying sympathy with-
out being maudlin or sentimental. j

They did not discuss his execution,
though. Nor did other condemned men
connect Ciucci’s bad luck with their
own fates. Because he was moving
closer to the chair didn’t necessarily
mean they also were nearing it.

“All of them still have their cases
in the courts,” Warden Johnson said.
“They all figure they have everything

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Ciucci was furious. He bought her
medicine to induce an abortion, but she
refused to take it. He moved from
their one-room flat to a hotel, then
abandoned her entirely and returned
to Anne and his children. “I’m back
for keeps this time,” he promised.

It was soon after this that the Ciuc-
cis went into the grocery business.
Anne’s brother owned the one-story
brick combination home and store at
Harrison and Albany Streets and had
operated a grocery there for years be-
fore opening a liquor shop elsewhere
and selling the corner grocery to an-
other man.

The new owner failed and returned
the property to Anne’s brother, who
then proposed to Anne: “You and
Vince take over the store. It’s got
about $1,000 in stock, and I’ll lend you
an extra $500 to get started. You
pay me a nominal rent, say $70 a
month, and you'll have not only the
store, but a place to live.”

Anne and Vince, desperately pressed
for money, accepted. With the help
of family counseling, it looked as if the
one-time high school sweethearts might
yet make a success of marriage.

But in discussing their relationship
with his father and other relatives,

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Vince occasionally made dark utter-
ances. He said he feared “something
will happen” if he stayed with Anne.
He sometimes spoke vaguely of threats
he said had been made—he didn’t say
who made them—and he expressed
concern for the safety of his wife and
children.

By the time Carol Amora bore his
child in the summer of 1953, Ciucci had
definitely changed his mind about
staying with Anne “for keeps.” He was
behind in rent for the store, restless
for his life of carousing. When smoke-
grayed snow began sifting down on
Chicago that winter, Carol was once
again his paramour, and he was telling
her: “I’ll marry you, kid, if it takes
me twenty years to do it.” On Tuesday,
December Ist, only three days before
the tragic midnight fire, Carol later
testified, he told her: “I’m going to
be a free man soon. Everything will
be okay—by Friday.”

When police told him what they had
learned, Ciucci, still swathed in band-
ages, changed his story. He said he
had borrowed the rifle to go rabbit
hunting, but he emphasized that his
wife also knew how to use it.

“Anne was acting funny that night,”
he said. ‘Maybe she realized at last

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that we could never make a go of our
marriage and took this way out, rather
than permit a divorce.”

“You mean, your wife shot the chil-
dren, killed herself, and then set fire
to your home?” asked Detective James
McGrath of the homicide bureau.

“T don’t know how the fire started,”
Ciucci said. “Maybe she fixed it to
burn after she and the kids were gone.”

“No dice, Vince,” McGrath said.
“The rifle was dismantled and hidden.
A woman who had just shot herself -in
the brain wouldn’t be very apt to take
the gun apart and hide it, then lie down
to die, now would she?”

“Maybe it wasn’t Anne, at all!”
Ciucci exclaimed. “There have been
threats. There were other guys who
had it in for me because I was in love
with Carol.”

Detective McGrath recalled one
strange occurrence at the fire scene
which added an element of mystery to-
the case. Three firemen had seen a
young woman, clad only in a beige
coat over light underclothing, in hys-
terics outside the Ciucci building when
fire trucks arrived. She vanished while
the blaze was being extinguished and
when firemen hunted for her later, be-
lieving she might be an important wit-
ness, they could not find her. None of
the onlookers could identify the
woman.

Investigation had established, how-
ever, that the girl was not Carol
Amora, for Carol had been in a tavern
many blocks away at the time. And
McGrath had turned up no evidence
that the shrieking mystery woman
seen at the scene was linked in any
way with an intruder who might have
slain the family and tried to cover
the murders with arson.

“Besides,” McGrath reminded Ciuc-
ci, who now was blaming a mysterious
invader for the deaths, “the windows
of your place were tightly barred from
the inside. No one could have broken
in. You had to break out through the
front door to escape.”

“I didn’t kill them!” Ciucci shouted. ,,
“I loved my kids. A man wouldn't
kill his own children. He’d kill him-
self first.”

Authorities did not see it that way.
Said State’s Attorney John Gutknecht:
“The physical facts show a carefully
premeditated scheme of killing his
family in order to loose the shackles of
matrimony so he could be free to carry
on his amours. There has never been
a crime so vile.”

In three separate trials, Vincent
Ciucci maintained his innocence, but
each time the juries found him guilty.
In each of the three trials Carol was
the State’s strongest witness. She re-

counted their illicit affair, told of
Ciucci’s repeated failures to persuade
Anne to divorce him, and stated that
on Tuesday, before the fire, he had
assured her that he would be “legally
free” by Friday. Block by block,
Carol’s testimony built a concrete mo-
tive for murder.

By February 4, 1955, Vincent Ciucci
had been sentenced for Anne’s murder
to 20 years in prison, for Angeline’s to
45 years, and for Vincent Jr.’s—to
death. The State never tried him for
killing Virginia.

Even when he entered the Cook
County Jail, marked for death, chances
»were good that Ciucci would never
keep his appointment with the electric
chair. Based on the proportion of men,
condemned to die in Chicago, who are
able to win commutations or reprieves,

or who manage to keep their cases in-"

definitely in court, the odds were some-
thing like 15% to 1 that Ciucci would
evade execution. A Chicago attorney,
George Leighton, began battling in his
behalf. Vincent Ciucci, however, was
destined by fate to play against the
odds.

The jail’s warden, Jack Johnson, an
outstanding penologist of the progres-
sive school, does not believe in main-
taining a “death row,” so Ciucci, ‘along
with other doomed men, lived amtng
term prisoners. He was assign to

the jail’s hospital as an orderly, “And ©

he spent some of his spare time brush-
ing up on law, in hopes of finding some
loophole to life.

He also spent time causing trouble.

Lt. Gibbons (l.), Sgts. Polosnaj, Pettigrew (r.)
from the house of death

bled the evid

In March, 1956, he spearheaded a riot-
ous outbreak in which fires were set
and light bulbs and windows were
smashed. It was thought he might
have been plotting an escape when
guards discovered that plates on an air
shaft in a maximum security cell had
been removed. On another occasion he
was accused of slashing a fellow in-
mate with a contraband pocket knife.

But there were heartwarming mo-
ments, too. Ciucci was among three
condemned inmates who volunteered
blood to an eight-year-old boy—a

nephew of a jail guard—who was fo
undergo surgery to mend a hole in
his heart at the University of Illinois
Hospital. :

Another time a vagrant blue para-
keet flew into the jail’s security tier
and, desperately seeking a safe place to
alight, chose Vince’s shoulder, where
it perched unafraid. Ciucci kept it as
a pet in a plastic cage.

“He has changed a lot over the
years,” said Warden Johnson as we
talked in his office the night before
Vince was slated to die. “Most inmates

Four fatal bullets told story the midnight fire failed to conceal

At Ciucci’s trial, Coroner McCarron identified
fuel oil can recovered from the burned bedroom

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The mysterious second gun-

man, Hyman _ Sinnenberg,

eluded capture. He could still
be alive and in hiding today.

world sources Cohen lined up two
handguns that had been stolen in a
sporting goods store burglary. He also

| picked up a set of stolen license plates

for his car, just in case anyone spotted
him leaving the scene. Then he drove
down to the lakefront and “cased” the
city-owned Navy Pier. ;

Cohen made several trips to the pier
in his off-hours, to study the layout
and map out an escape route. His final
check-out was on Sunday, August

13th. The hit was scheduled for the .

following day. Cohen realized a pay-
roll heist of this magnitude would be
more than a one-man job, so he en-
listed a small-time hoodlum, 23-year-
old Hyman Sinnenberg, to back him
up.

Shortly before noon on the 14th,

the two would-be stick-up men,
armed with the stolen revolvers,

drove to Navy Pier in Cohen’s car

with the bogus license plates firmly
attached.
Cohen’s feverish activity in the pre
ceding days had resulted in a tip to po-
lice that a holdup was in the works,

but no special precautions were tak-.

en..City Controller Robert B. Upham

had talked to George Turner, paymas-
ter for the relief commission, about .

the tip, but Turner assured Upham, “I
only handle checks. They wouldn’t
do anybody any good.” Nobody both-

ered to mention to authorities that a

currency exchange man would also
be on hand with enough money to
cash those checks.

The unconcerned Turner, a bespec-
tacled, studious looking man, arrived
at Navy Pier as scheduled to distribute
the paychecks to relief workers: dur-
ing the lunch hour.’ Thomas B.
Rawls, operator of a South Side cur-
rency exchange, set up his stand
nearby. He had more than $1,000 to
use in cashing the checks for a fee of
15 cents each.

His only protection was 36-year-
old Joseph Hastings, a newly married
police officer assigned to the Chicago
Avenue District, who was detailed to
general patrol along the mile-long
pier. Hastings calmly went about his
routine duties, unaware of the rumor
that a robbery was in the works.

As the zero hour approached, Turn-

er prepared to distribute the checks in .

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a second-floor office of the City
Streets Bureau on the end of the long
pier nearest the shore. Rawls sat at a
table nearby with his box of cash,
$760 of which he had laid out next

to the box. About a_ half-dozen.

Streets Bureau clerks worked at their
desks in the big room as some 50 or
60 relief workers anxiously lined up
for their paychecks.

Morry Cohen and Hy Sinnenberg
swung in to Navy Pier off Lake Shore
Drive, parked their car, and crept up

the ramp to the second-floor level.
Cohen quickly located the payroll
room and the two robbers barged in
with revolvers drawn. a
Jerome Hartnett, an office clerk,

looked up from his desk as the gun- |
‘men entered. He grabbed a telephone

to notify police, but one of the men

fired a warning shot which narrowly.
missed Hartnett’s head, and he obli-

gingly dropped the phone. —
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heist. “Suddenly I heard shots, and
the ‘officer was lying on the floor
bleeding,” he related.

Stumpf, the Navy Pier janitor, told
* yw Cohen threw his gun at him and

cked up the felled officer’s weap-
on. He told of seeing the wounded
Cohen fall as he fled before comman-
deering a passing car.

Banz, the steeplejack who was rid-
ing in that car, told how Cohen fell
several times as he came down the
ramp and approached the Ford, gun in
hand. “His shirt was full of blood and

_ there was blood on his face,” Banz

testified.

The state concluded its case shortly
after 2 p.m. and Cohen, who had
been talkative during the inquest, sat
silently and offered no defense.

In his closing arguments, Prosecu-

_tor Crowley pointed out that the
physical facts of the case, as outlined

and supported by witness after wit-
ness, were proof positive that it was
Morris Cohen who fired the shot that
destroyed Officer Hastings’ life. "He
had the policeman’s gun when. he
was arrested, and his own revolver
was found at the scene where he
threw it away,” he said.

Cohen’s lawyer, Public Defender
Yoseph Power, in trying to save his
slient from the electric chair, at-
vempted to create doubt in the jurors’
minds over whether Cohen or Sin-

‘nenberg fired the fatal shot. —

“Let’s not make a mistake,” he en-
treated the jurors time and again.
“Better to be safe than sorry.”

In his rebuttal, Crowley argued,
“He is trying to scare you away from
your duty. I hope you men are jurors
who cannot be scared from your plain

duty. In this case a policeman was’

shot—shot down like a dog while he
was doing his plain duty.

“Remember, gentleman, a po-
liceman was murdered in Chicago at
high noon while in the performance
of his duty. He had as much right to
live as you and I. This crime was pre-
meditated for days before it actually
was committed. If this is not a case
for the death penalty, then no case is
one in which that penalty should be
inflicted.” .

‘The prosecutor’s argument and the
outraged citizenry won. The jury re-
turned a verdict of guilty and ordered
the death penalty in 55 minutes flat.

Cohen’s faced paled and he seemed
dazed as he heard the words “...sen-
tenced to die in the electric chair.”

In today’s society the appeals proc-
ess for a convicted killer drags on for
years as the condemned man agonizes
in his cell, hoping for a miracle. Not

so in 1933 Chicago, where eleven po-

lice officers had been gunned down
in less than eight months. —

Judge Scanlon, a 25-year veteran of
the bench, denied a motion for a new
trial the very next day and sentenced
Cohen to die in Cook County’s elec-

_tric chair on the earliest possible date

that could be set by law—October
13th. |

“In my judgment the evidence was
absolutely overwhelming and it

‘would have been insane to deny the

guilt of the defendant,” the judge as-
serted in passing sentence. “I approve
the verdict in this case. If we are to
preserve the law and order in this

/community, jurors must render ver-

dicts in all proper murder cases as
they did in this case. The jurors are
entitled to the thanks of the commu-

nity.” .

It now fell to William Scott Stew-
art, one of Chicago’s most successful
criminal defense attorneys, to try to

block the execution. He went before |

the Illinois Supreme Court to argue
that justice was not possible in such a
speedy trial. But on October 10th the
high court refused his plea to review
the much publicized case.

On the day before the scheduled
execution, Stewart appeared before
the State Board of Pardons and Pa-
roles in Springfield, where he argued
that “mob hysteria” brought about the
death sentence, and that the “speedy
trial” which every accused criminal is
entitled to actually violated Cohen’s
rights.

With a human life in their hands,
Parole Board Chairman W. C. Jones
and Secretary Robert Phillips drove
from Springfield to Kewanee, where
they intercepted Governor Henry
Horner as he was returning to the
Capital after assisting in a bridge ded-
ication at Savanna.

The two got into the governor’s
limousine and told him they wanted
to share their opinions with him as
they drove to Springfield.

“I have to make a decision well be-
fore midnight,” the governor said. “I
trust I will be ready to announce one
when I reach Springfield.”

As the three state officials drove to-
ward the Capital, discussing Cohen’s
fate, the condemned man’s wife, Sa-

_ rah, was permitted to visit him in his

cell for the last time.

At 11 p.m., with the scheduled
execution barely an hour away,
Governor Horner declared that, on
recommendation of the state board, he
would not intervene. Stewart spent
the last hour frantically searching for
a judge who would grant his client a
sanity hearing, but all efforts failed.

Cohen had spent his last day alter-
nately hopeful and bitterly resigned as
the dramatic efforts to stall the Grim
Reaper were made in his behalf.
“What can I say?” he commented
when advised that nothing more
could be done to save him.

At one minute after midnight on the
fatal day, October 13th, Cohen was
ushered from his basement cell in the
county jail’s “Death Row,” Blind-
folded, but walking with a firm step,
he was led into the death chamber at
12:05 a.m.

He was immediately seated in the
black enameled electric chair, to
which his arms and legs were tightly
strapped. At 12:07 the black leather
hood was fitted over his head and the
electrodes attached to the top of his
head and to his left leg. .

At 12:10 a.m., in the presence of

' 175 witnesses including the slain po-

liceman’s brother, Cohen went to his
death with 1,900 volts of electricity
coursing through his body. After one
minute the lethal current was turned
off, and ‘then his body was fed 900
volts for two minutes. Just 59 days
after he had been shot down in the
Navy Pier robbery, Officer Hastings’
death was avenged.

“He offered no resistance, and he
appeared calm and collected in the
last minutes of his life,” Warden Da- .
vid Moneypenny said afterward.

Authorities now resumed their
search for Sinnenberg, the other sus-
pect.’ Their task proved as futile as
Stewart’s eleventh-hour efforts to
save Cohen from the electric chair.

He has never been found. The last
tip authorities checked out came in
October of 1955, when an informant
told police that Sinnenberg was living
in California. California is a big state,
and the tip led nowhere.

Whatever Hyman Sinnenberg did

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The warning shot at Hartnett indi-
cated they meant business, and every-
one dropped as ordered.

Officer Hasting, meanwhile, heard
the shot as he walked his. beat down
below, and he raced up the ramp to
investigate. The World War I veteran
cautiously entered the room with his
revolver at the ready.

Sinnenberg was unloading the cur-
rency exchange cash box and stuf-
fing wads of bills into his pocket as
the police officer eased into the room.

Cohen had positioned himself against.

the wall where he had his weapon
trained on the clerks and customers
lying spread-eagle on the concrete
floor.
Hastings got the drop on the man at
the cash box, apparently unaware of
his companion standing at the side of

‘the room. As Hastings advanced on

Sinnenberg, Cohen opened fire. The
patrol officer instinctively dropped to
the floor and fired two shots in re-
He then scrambled to his feet, at-
tempting to get into an attack posi-
tion, but as he rose one of the gunmen
shot him in the chest. The bullet
nicked Hastings’ police star, tore
through his heart, and exited ‘from

' his back.

The hero lawman died instantly,
and his service revolver clattered to
the floor as he collapsed.

Then, for.some unexplained rea-
son, Cohen threw his own weapon at
George Stumpf, a Navy Pier janitor
who had entered the room to investi-
gate the commotion. :

In its place he grabbed the fallen
police officer’s revolver from the
floor as he and his companion fled
with the payroll cash. The. amazed

. janitor picked up Cohen’s discarded

gun and fired a volley of shots at the
fleeing bandits until the weapon
jammed.

The two robbers bounded down
the ramp, Cohen falling several times
and his shirt turning crimson as they
ran. He had been wounded, either by
Hastings or Stumpf, in the fast-paced
exchange of gunfire.

As Cohen and his companion
reached the bottom of the ramp they
encountered a pair of steeplejacks,
Jack Banz and John Boros, who
were just leaving in their car after a
day of fishing from the pier. Cohen
forced his way into the Ford and or-
dered Boros at gunpoint, “Drive!”
Sinnenberg leaped onto the running
board.

With the slain lawman’s revolver
pointed at his head, Boros wheeled
his car off the pier and headed a block
west to Lake Shore Drive. Then, fol-
lowing Cohen’s instructions, he
swung north to Chicago Avenue, and
then west to Michigan Avenue.

They’ were about two miles from
Navy Pier,, and roughly two miles
north of the Loop, when they heard
the wail of a police siren, and Cohen
ordered Boros to turn into an alley

near the fashionable Ambassador East

Hotel.

As the auto slowed, Cohen leaped —

out and ran into the Ambassador ga-
rage at 1300 N. Clark Street, while
Sinnenberg jumped from the running

board and took off in the opposite di-

rection.
A 17-year-old boy, Alton Ledbet-
ter, who was working in a nearby

stable, saw the man with blood on.
his face and shirt run into the garage .
and notified the garage manager, Carl .

R. Forsburg.

As luck would have it, off-duty Po- -
lice Officer Harry Lyons of the 36th .

- From the time the killer cut

down the cop to the moment
of his sentencing was hardly
more than a week, while his

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at that very moment. As soon as Fors-
burg told him what had happened,
Lyons told the garage manager, “Call

the police.” While Forsburg . was

making the call, Lyons entered the
rear of the garage with his revolver
drawn.

Lyons, unaware at the moment that
he was dealing with a cop-killer,
found the wounded man crouched in
the back seat of a parked car, attempt-
ing to staunch the flow of blood with
his shirt.

Lyons leveled his weapon at the

_ bleeding bandit and ordered him to

get out of the car. Cohen complied,
and emerged cautiously with his
hands in the air.

“What in the devil happened to
you?” Lyons demanded. “You’re cov-
ered with blood.”

“I got into a fight with some guy
and he stabbed me,” Cohen gasped.

Lyons frisked the man and deter-
mined that he was not armed. The of-
ficer. noticed, however, that the rear
seat of the car had been pulled out
slightly. Holding his captive at bay,
he reached behind the seat and found
Hastings’ service revolver, with two
shots fired. . .

‘Though wounded, Cohen was not
hurt badly enough to require hospitali-
zation. He was taken to the Chicago
Avenue Station, where detectives un-
der the command of Lieutenant Pat-
rick O’Connell quickly put two and
two together. Confronted with the
slain policeman’s gun, and the identi-
fication by the robbery victims, Co-
hen confessed to his part in the hold-
up. oe
- The money was not recovered, and

‘was presumed to be in Sinnenberg’s

pockets, wherever he was. A police
dragnet was laid out for the other:

‘bandit, but he seemed to have been

swallowed up by the crowded city.
Joseph Hastings became the elev-
enth police officer killed in the line of

. duty that year, and the citizens of Chi-

cago had had enough. At a coroner’s
inquest into the officer’s death the fol-
lowing day, a near riot ensued, and
for a time it appeared the policeman’s
murder might be avenged on the spot.

First. the slain patrolman’s brother,
James Hastings, waded into Cohen
and had to be restrained by friends
and relatives. Then the spectators

. joined in the melee, and police had to

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be called to spirit Cohen away before
serious harm could come to him.
Before the rioting broke out, howev-
er, Cohen testified freely, telling the
inquest jury rather proudly how he
plotted the Navy Pier job after over-
hearing two men discussing the pay-
roll while waiting for their haircuts.

“But I didn’t kill Officer Hastings,”
Cohen insisted. “That was Hyman
Sinnenberg. He was the one who
shot the officer.” This contention was
stoutly refuted by eyewitnesses, who
identified the barber as the trigger-
man... | Retr

Dr. F. O. Eggert, the coroner’s
physician, testified that Hastings, “an
Irish-American and married,” came to
his death as the result of a gunshot
wound in the chest. The coroner’s
jury returned a verdict of murder, and
ordered that the suspect be held to the
grand jury. Later that same day, the
grand jury returned indictments

against Cohen and Sinnenberg for Of- |

ficer Hastings’ murder.

The manhunt for Sinnenberg con-
tinued, with police circulating mug

shots from his arrest file to assist in
the search. Police just happened to
have front and side view photos of
the suspect because he had been ar-
rested the previous October 11th on a
charge of murder by arson.

In that indictment, firemen were
called to a burning building on Doug-
las Boulevard on Chicago’s South-
west Side, where they found an
apartment in flames and two men ly-
ing on the sidewalk with their cloth-
ing afire.

The two men, who neighbors said
had run out of the burning apartment,
were identified as Sinnenberg and 27-
year-old Jack Cohen. Inside the apart-
ment, police and firemen found evi-
dence that the furniture, insured for
$1,600 (a lot of money in 1932), had
been saturated with gasoline. In addi-
tion to Sinnenberg and Cohen, three
firemen were severely burned in
fighting the blaze.

Since neither Sinnenberg nor Co-
hen lived in the neighborhood, a po-
lice guard was placed over them at
St. Anthony’s hospital. Cohen died of

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oner’s jury recommended that Sinnen-
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der by arson. The grand jury failed to
indict them,. however, and Sinnen- .

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his ordeal—was set free.

Now authorities were seeking him
again, with little success.

As the search for Sinnenberg con-
tinued, Cohen was rushed to trial in
record time. After prosecutors reject-
ed an offer to plead guilty in ex-
change for a prison sentence instead
of the death penalty, he went.on trial
before Judge Kickham Scanlan on
August 23rd—just nine days after Of-

_ ficer Hastings was shot down.

In addition to establishing what ‘is
still today a trial record in a Chicago
murder case, the trial achieved recog-
nition for its brevity. It lasted only
one day.

‘Jury selection in the packed court-
room began at 9 a.m., and twelve ju-’
rors who pledged to inflict the death
penalty if the evidence warranted it
were seated within an hour. Prosecu-
tors Wilbert Crowley and Richard
Devine called the slain officer’s wid-
ow, Mary Hastings, 35,—a bride of
only four months—as their first wit-
ness.

Weeping quietly and twisting a
white handkerchief between her fin-
gers, she related how her husband—
for some strange reason—had re-
turned home three times to say good- .
bye to her that fatal morning. “I never —
saw him alive again,” she sobbed. |
Did Officer Hastings have a premoni- |;
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His widow was followed by a pa-
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all of whom identified Cohen and
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John Fleming, a laborer for the City
of Chicago, told how the two gun-
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put their hands up, and then forced
them to lie face down on the floor.
“In all I heard about a half dozen
shots,” he said. “Cohen was near the
door and the other man was strug-
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Hartnett, who was shot at before _
he could call police, told his Story, as .
did Rawls, the West Englewood
Exchange manager, who was re-

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take place inside of the prison walls, but Mississippi and
Louisiana still make it a crude county affair. When a man
or a woman is put to death in a penitentiary with a large
population, it usually puts hatred and resentment towards
the state and society in the hearts of the convicts. So in-
tense is the feeling and the unrest, that, as a rule, all con-

victs are locked in their cells, even the trusties, on the day -

of the exécution, in order to avoid a possible outbreak.

I oppose the doctrine of “a life for a life” because of the
bad example. If the state desires to prevent its members
from committing murder, in anger or revenge, or under any
circumstance, it must not itself be guilty of committing mur-
der officially and deliberately... So long as society says “we
must kill,” the individual assumes to reserve to himself
the right, under some circumstances, to say “T will kill.’
This is the mental attitude of many criminals.

If there is any efficacy in punishment, it depends more on
its certainty than on its severity. This applies not only to
capital punishment, but also to imprisonment.

Frequently the argument is advanced that if a murderer
is not executed he will get out in a few years and thus escape
punishment altogether; but does that justify society in put-
ting him to death? Does a mere suspicion that a person who
has committed homicide might possibly be released some day
justify society in saying, “We do not know what to do with
him, so we will kill him and make an end of it?”

“You have committed a vicious crime, which you should
not have done,” the law says to the murderer, then proceeds
to commit the same act—legalized murder. You, the aver-
age citizen, would be shocked at the thought of deliberately
taking the life of a fellow human being. You area coward,
because you are willing to pay another man to take the life
of a poor wretch, although you would not have the courage
to do it with your own hands.

When I was a young man I sat on a jury that found a man
guilty of murder, without recommendation for mercy. About

MURDER BY THE STATE 275

a month later while traveling through the country in a rig,
as a salesman, we drove past a woman with four or five small
children. There being an extra seat, I told the driver to stop
and ask her where she was going. We gave them a lift, and
as our horses were plugging along she told us her story. It
developed that they were the wife and children of the man
I had helped to send to the death house. They seemed to be
above the average in appearance and intelligence in that
community. I did what I could to have the sentence com-
muted to life, and succeeded.

Regardless of the man’s guilt or innocence, his execution
would have brought a life-long stigma upon this brave
woman and her innocent children.

Can you imagine anything more revolting than the hang-
ing of Harvey Church, which took place in the court-yard
of the Chicago county jail about ten years ago? Church was
a youngster of weak mentality, 23 years of age, who had
been convicted of murder. He was so overcome with the
thought of the impending execution that for forty days he
lay helpless and in a state of complete collapse in the death
house. All efforts on the part of his attorneys to save him
failed.

By a supreme effort he was temporarily aroused on the
day of the execution. He called for his father and mother,
but when they were brought to him he was unable to speak,
and apparently did not recognize them. His mother col-
lapsed as she left the narrow cot where he lay. When the
hour of execution arrived the guards strapped the boy’s
hands and legs together and carried him unconscious to the
scaffold. He was oblivious to the preparations that sent
his soul into eternity.

“Have you anything to say, Harry Church?” asked Sheriff
Peters. There was no response.

The body hung quivering from the noose, but even in

_ death agony there was no indication that Church knew that


22 The

They were to deliver the car at his home and get the
money for it. The men had not been seen since and Mr.
Somers was frankly worried, fearing they had met with
foul play as they were trusted employees.

Mr. Somers by way of explanation said:

“A young man has been in our salesroom several times
lately and was very much interested in one of our new
cars. Yesterday morning he was in again and said that
he was ready to make the purchase. He gave his name
as Harvey Church and said he lived
at twenty- nine-twenty-two Fulton
Street, adding that it would be necessary

Master

Detective

added, “Those men must have skipped with the money.’ '

While Mr. Somers was talking to me, a telephone call
was received from River Forest Police Department,
stating that the dead body of an unknown man had been
found in the Desplaines River a short distance south of
the Lake Street Bridge. Turning to Mr. Somers,
I said, ‘“Mr. Somers, I know you~ will
be shocked, but | - have a hunch that
Church killed both ‘4 of your men. You
had better go to River Forest and
take a look at the “te man found in
the river.” 1 left imme-

TRAPPED! be
This unusual photograph shows the mad-man being led from the cellar of the house at 2922 Fulton Street, Chicago, where

he committed the murders,

When detectives searching for the missing men went into the cellar they found, among other

things, a red-stained blanket, a baseball bat, a hammer, a hatchet, a piece of crimson-smeared paper and smudges of blood on

the walls and floor.

to drive to the bank at Madison Street and Kedzie Avenue
to get the money. He was greatly enthused over the car
and wanted to drive it himself; but I told him that we
could not permit that until the car had been paid for,
as our insurance would be void unless the car was driven
by a licensed chauffeur,

“He appeared so tickled with the car and anxious to
get at the wheel, that he tried to bribe the chauffeur by
offering -him fifty dollars to let him drive the car. The
chauffeur told me of this and naturally was anxious to
get the fifty if there was any chance of doing so. 1 would
not permit it, though, and told Mr. Church that besides
the chauffeur, one of our salesman also would have to
go along to close the deal. The whole transaction seemed
somewhat irregular to me and I wished to be on the safe
side.

“When the men did not return to the salesroom in the
afternoon and | did not hear from them last night, I rode
out to the Fulton Street address the first thing in the morn-
ing to see Church, as I was greatly worried. - Church
was there with the car and I questioned him about
the men and his dealings with them.

“He said, “Why, I paid Mr. Daugherty cash in full for
the car. See, here is my receipt;’ and he showed me a
cash receipt in full signed by Daugherty. Church then

Chief of Detectives Norton appears at the extreme right, carefully eyeing up the arch-fiend

diately with Mr. Somers, for the Church house on Fulton
Street, taking with me the members of my regular squad,
Sergeant George O’Connor and Officers Haksa, Connolly
and Tapscott. The house was locked and we learned from
a lady upstairs that Harvey Church and his mother had
left in a new automobile that morning for Adams, Wis-
consin. Gaining entrance into the Church home through
a back window, we searched the apartment and found
some Liberty Bonds, mortgages and other valuable papers.
I left some officers in charge of the premises and told
them to hold anybody that came to the house. Then |
left with Mr. Somers for River Forest to view the body of
the river victim.

ON reaching River Forest we learned that the dead

“man had been removed to a morgue in Maywood. We
went there. Mr. Somers took one look at the body and
said, “My God, that’s Daugherty!” The hands had been
handcuffed behind the back, the feet were tied with rope
and the head had been badly battered. I brought the
handcuffs back with me.

We returned to the Church house and I sent a wire to
Adams, Wisconsin, asking the sheriff to arrest and hold
Harvey Church for murder. I also put in a long
distance call to the sheriff at Adams, so as to inform him


276 THE TRAIL OF THE DEAD YEARS

fate had overtaken him. After 16 minutes he was officially
declared dead.

The stories and pictures of this gruesome hanging, shock-
ing as they were, broadcast from coast to coast, accom-
plished nothing except to produce a feeling of disgust and
humiliation in the minds of millions of people at this exhi-
bition of the cruel enforcement of our penal laws. :

Whether death be brought about by shooting, by hanging,
by the electric chair, or by some potent poison, it still remains
legalized murder. Society says that murder is wrong, then
proceeds to commit a murder infinitely more atrocious than
was committed by the victim that it kills.

Murder by the State is committed deliberately, after plan-
ning and premeditation, and not in the heat of passion, and
is therefore less excusable than the taking of human life by
individuals who do so under force of circumstances.

One cannot witness the burning of a live human being in
the electric chair, if he has a spark of feeling in his system,
without experiencing the most revolting and nauseating sen-

‘sations the human mind can imagine.

Do you recall the execution of John F. Emieletta and John
Rys in the death house at Sing Sing a few years ago? One
cannot recall the story without having visions of all the bar-
barities and savageries of past ages; visions of witches,
saints, and martyrs, burnt to death; visions of victims drawn
and quartered; visions of unspeakable cruelty and barbar-
ism when jails were dungeons, and civilization was young;
visions of the Savior nailed upon the cross.

“Alright, bring them on,” the officer commanded. The
spectators stretched their necks, stopped whispering, trying
to get a glimpse of the unfortunate men as the big guards
were escorting them to the house of death. The door opened.
The boy hesitated, then the big guard, who had him by the
arm, urged him forward. There was silence—the silence of
death.

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MURDER BY THE STATE 277

The young man was being strapped in the chair. The
electrodes were put in place. The wire connecting with the
switchboard was attached. The electrode inside of the cap
was forced down on his bare skull; his legs were shaking
and his hands hung limply over the sides of the chair. The
guards stood back. One could hear a pin drop.

The officer gave a signal to the the man at the switchboard.
As the official killer rammed the switch, the boy’s hands
doubled up instantaneously ina knot. The veins on his hands
enlarged until it seemed they would burst. He straightened
in the chair, perspiration running from his pores. The
powerful electric current was cooking this unfortunate devil
alive. The sizzling and crackling of the two thousand volts
sounded like a red hot furnace, paralyzing the heart and
nervous system, and completely disintegrating the blood
corpuscles.

The tenseness and awe of the situation was unspeakable.
One of the witnesses gasped, “Jesus! This is terrible!”
Another one fainted. Others turned pale and sick at the
stomach.

“IT pronounce this man dead,” came the matter-of-fact
voice of the doctor. The keepers unstrapped the dead man.
They lifted his cap. The face! God, what a face! It’s vis-
ion will remain with the-spectators to their dying day. Full
of fear, agony, horror. The muscles, ligaments, jugular
vein, doubled and twisted up in knots. The tongue, bitten
nearly in two, hanging by a bloody thread from the corner
of his mouth. His temperature was 137 degrees Fahrenheit.

This young man was burnt and blistered to death by the
lightning of legal justice. His partner in crime met the same
horrible fate. '

We killed these men—you and I—society. The Ten Com-
mandments faded like the stars at sunrise. Christianity

seemed like a myth and a delusion. The painting by James
Montgomery Flagg comes to mind. There is depicted the
vision of the Savior appearing on a scene like this to the con-


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The TWIN Horror

Two human lives, wantonly snuffed

out in a murky basement—so that
the killer could masquerade as a big
business man in front of the “home

folks”...

What a motive!—and what a crime!

MURDERING MAD-MAN!

This is the beast in human

form who committed a mon-

Strous double crime, so that

he could “show off” for the

benefit of his family and
friends

O what end will vanity .
and our selfish desire
for the acclaim of
others lead us?
The story of Har-
vey Church is one of a
twenty-three-year-old farmer
boy, who left the homestead
in Wisconsin to make his for-
tune in the big city. Har-
vey’s father owned a large
farm near Adams, Wisconsin,
and was in comfortable cir-
cumstances. But Harvey,
tiring of work on the farm,
got a job as baggageman
with the railroad company at’
Adams and in the course of
his duties helped to switch
and unload the cars,

During the switchmen’s
strike in 1921, the railroads
sent out a call for men to
help break the strike. Harvey
saw a chance to make some easy
money so he answered the call
and begin switching at the Chi-
cago and Northwestern Rail-

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CEMETERY!
(Above) The garage in the rear of 2922 Fulton Street,
Chicago, where the body of one of the mad-man’s victims—
Carl A. Ausmus, a chauffeur in the employ of a well-known
automobile concern—was found on September 9th, 1921

(Left) An actual photograph of the grim scene in the garage
when sleuths discovered the body of the slain Ausmus.
Circle indicates the feet that startled eyes gazed upon after
the sleuths had dug far beneath the dirt and cinder floor of
the garage. The corpse, tightly bound in grotesque fashion,
had been placed beneath a layer of bricks, which in turn
was a foot and a half under the floor surface. Chief of
Detectives John W. Norton, is seen in the center of the
picture, shovel in hand

way Company’s 40th Avenue Yards in Chicago. He re-
ceived fifteen dollars.a day as a ‘strike breaker.”

After the strike was ended the railroads put the switch-
men back on regular wages and the easy-money period
was over. However, it was not long before Harvey,
in, company with two other companions had branched
out into another railroad vocational by-product, that
of “car-thieving.” This, for the time being was even
more remunerative than strike breaking and the profits
began to pile up.

IN his letters to the folks at home, Harvey spoke of
his success in “business” and he told them too, that he
had made a first payment on a two-story, stone-front house
at 2922 Fulton Street. He had his sister Isabella come
to live with him and keep house; his mother also came
for an extended visit but neither guessed the source of
his income. Harvey’s desire to visit the folks in his
home town, in the rdle of a successful “big shot” from
Chicago, was his one great ambition and it knew no bounds.

On September 9th, 1921, during the period when |
was acting chief of detectives at the detective bureau in
Chicago, M.° J. Somers, General Sales Manager of the
Packard Motor Car Company of Chicago, came to my
office about 1 o'clock in the afternoon. He told me that
two of his men—Bernard J. Daugherty, a salesman, and
Carl A. Ausmus, a chauffeur, had left their salesroom on
South Michigan Avenue and 24th Street, the morning
before, with a young man who was purchasing a car.

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The Twin Horror that Rocked Chicago

what kind of an automobile Harvey Church was driving.
We did not receive an answet to the wire and were
unable to get any response over the telephone from
Adams, due to the wires being down; so I sent Ser-
geant Gratton’s squad in an automobile to Adams to
bring back Church if located; Sergeants McCarthy and
McFadden also left in an automobile at 7 o'clock in
the evening to assist in the capture of Church.

I instructed Lieutenant Welling and his men to go
to the bank and check up on the transactions that
Church might have made there with Daugherty and
Ausmus and to ascertain the amount of cash balance
that Church had to his credit there.

We searched all through the Church apartment but
could find no signs of a struggle there, so we went to
the basement where we found plenty. In the coal shed,
there. was a red-stained blanket, also a baseball bat,
hammer, hatchet and paper smeared with. crimson. We
found a rope hanging on a.nail, that was exactly like
the rope tied on Daugherty’s feet, also two hats that
were identified by Mr. Somers as belonging to Daugh-
erty and Ausmus. The walls of both coal shed and
laundry were spattered and there were pools of crimson
on the floors. The whole place looked like a
shambles. The scene was an unforgettable one.

I HAD a strong

conviction that
the chauffeur
had been killed
also and that the
body was around
the premises
somewhere. We
decided to in-
spect the back
yard. I took a
pitchfork from
the basement and
began prodding
the ground — in
many places in
the yard, to see
if it had been
dug up _ lately.
Satisfied that the
ground in the
yard had . not
been disturbed,
we went to the
garage in the
rear of the place.
It was a one-
story, double-
door, frame struc-
ture, with a dirt
and cinder floor.
I used the pitch-
fork again and
found several soft
places where the
dirt had been dug
into for about
one and one half
feet; but the dirt
underneath was
so hard that I
was convinced AS eae MER? LAI ;
that the digging Scot PBST epee
went no. deeper.

In the west
half of the gar-
age was an old,
dilapidated auto-

THE RIDDLE’S GRIM ANSWER!
An actual photo of the body of the chauffeur, Ausmus, as it looked when
unearthed in the garage. The hands and feet had been twisted behind
the back and tightly tied with rope

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AS MOET II

DOOM SCENE!)

An exterior view of

the house of double
horror

mobile, that ap-
peared as if its
running days were
about over. The
machine looked
as though it had
been _ standing
there a long time,
but I thought |
would try the
ground under it
just the same.
The soil was soft
and yielding. We
shoved the old
car out in the
alley and _ Ser-
geant O’Connor
and I commenced
to dig where it
had been stand-
ing. We dug
down about one
and one half feet
and struck a
layer of bricks.
One glance was
enough to tell us
that the bricks
very recently
had been placed
there.

We removed
the layer of
bricks and went
on. Down about
two feet farther,
my spade uncov-


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26 The Master Detective

robbed the cars and Wilder disposed of the goods for them.

I satisfied myself, however, that Wilder had no hand in
the murder as it was established by reliable witnesses, that
he was working at the time. We were not so sure about
Parks on that score, so we determined to get the true facts
out of him. He insisted that he had no hand in the murder,
but finally confessed that he did have an arrangement with
Harvey to steal the car. Church was to keep the salesman
interested inside of the house long enough for Parks to make
a get-away. Church told Parks that he would arrange to
have only one man come with him to close the deal. Later
they were to sell the car and split the money; on the same
basis as they had in the railroad car-thieving partnership.

Parks stated that he was there at the appointed time to
carry out his part of the bar-
gain; but when he saw two men
instead of one, and one of
Daugherty’s size and apparent
strength, he lost his nerve and
went away.

The cross - questioning of
Church had been kept up
throughout the night
and later that morn-
ing, while Sabbath
quiet reigned in the
Streets, we took him
to his house on Ful-
ton Street and showed
him the tell-tale evi-
dence in the basement
and also the hole in
the garage, where the
body of Ausmus was
found. Then we took
him out to the Des-
plaines River and
showed him the spot
where Daugherty’s
body was found. Al-
though visibly shaken,
he still maintained
his innocence.

E brought Church

back to the De-
tective Bureau, where
Chief of Police
Charles  Fitzmorris
and I started to ques-
tion him again.

I began by saying:
“The lady on the sec-
ond floor, next
door to your house,
Saw you digging in
your garage about
two o'clock on the
morning following
the day that you
got the car. How
do you account for
that?”

“T was out rid-
ing around late
that night. and
when I came home
I started fussing
with the car,”
Church replied at

us any longer, because we have Parks here and he
just confessed to us that he had an arrangement with you
to steal the car and was waiting for you when you drove
up with the two men. He also admits that he has been
stealing out of freight cars with you,” | informed him.

The strain had been wearing down Church’s resistance
for some time but when we sprung this added evidence on
him, he broke down completely and blurted out, “I killed
them!”

“Who helped you?” | asked.

“Nobody, I did it myself.”

“Now tell us how it was done and don’t leave anything
out,” I said and called in a stenographer to take down
his confession, which was: substantially as follows:

“I was crazy to get
one of the new Pack-
ard cars, so that |
could drive back home
with it and impress
the town folks with
the idea that I was
making good in Chi-
cago. I had been
scheming in every
way to get one
and had been
down to the Pack-
ard salesroom sev-
eral times. I talked
it over with Parks
and we decided on
a. plan. I told
Parks that I would
arrange to have
only one man come
out to the house
with me to close
the deal and would
be there about
eleven o’clock
Thursday morning.
I would keep the
man inside for a
while—long enough
for him to steal
the car—then,
later, we would sell
the car and split
the money.

a was agreed,
so I went
down to the Pack-
ard salesroom on
Michigan Avenue.
I: picked out the
car I wanted and
told the manager
that I was ready
to purchase it and
wanted the car
right away. I
said that if he
would have a man
drive out to. the
bank with me, |
would pay him
cash for it.
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ered a ghastly object—a human foot, with a shoe on,
sticking up in the hole we had made. The uncovered body
was identified as that of Ausmus. The chauffeur was
buried face down. His feet were tied with rope and
then pulled up tight behind the back and the rope
fastened to the hands.

The rope also was carried up and pulled tight, twice
around the neck and then carried back to the hands and

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throw more light on the affair. Mrs. Bertha Ekquist, living
on the second floor of the Church house on Fulton
Street, stated that she saw Harvey Church drive up
in front of his house, three times, between 11 o’clock
and 3:45 in the afternoon, on Thursday, September
8th, 1921.
Mrs, Ekquist said he was in a new Packard automo-
bile. The first and second times the automobile came,
there were two strange men

with him.

MES. ANNA VAN HEU-
SEN, who roomed on the
second floor rear, stated that
she was returning home at
3:45 p. M, the same day and
saw Harvey Church coming
out of the front basement
door, rubbing his hands. He
. spoke to her and asked how
she liked his new car—re-
ferring to the new Packard,
at that time, standing on the
street in front of the house.
Mrs. Van Heusen stated that a
strange man was sitting at the
wheel, at the time. She told
Harvey that she thought it
was a beautiful car and then
went into the house.
About fifteen minutes later,
Mrs. Van Heusen, being in the

DISCOVERED—BUT TOO LATE!
Here is the body of the second victim—Bernard
J. Daugherty, a salesman for the same automobile
company that employed Ausmus. The vanished
Daugherty’s body had been thrown into the
Desplaines River, at Forest Park, Illinois, and
this ‘“‘shot’’ was made just after it had been dis-
covered and brought ashore. Note the expres-
sions on the faces of the onlookers, especially
the group at the extreme right

feet again. The method used in tying the
body, bent it in a bow shape and the bow-
string action of the rope, yielding to the strain
of the bent feet, must have strangled the
victim.

AFTER the arrival of the coroner and
photographer, the remains were taken out of
the grave and the rope untied; it was identical

with the rope found in the basement and that:
found on Daugherty’s body. The coroner took
the remains of Ausmus to an undertaking
establishment nearby and in giving it a
superficial examination, he found «the front
part of a lady’s brassiére, stuffed down the
throat of Ausmus. Altogether, it was a very gruesome
spectacle even to those of us who were inured to such
things. :

The officers investigating Church’s dealings:at the bank,
learned that he had drawn only a small amount of
money the day before, nothing like the amount nécessary
to pay for the automobile. . The bank officials stated that
he had at that time only about three hundred dollars on
deposit. .

By this time the neighbors began to place importance
on happenings that they had paid little attention to before.
Our questioning brought out many things that began to

HEART-BROKEN!

The heart-broken old father of the killer is shown in the center,
talking to Mr. Norton (Jeff) and Assistant State’s Attorney

Charles Wharton

back of the house, saw Church come out of the rear basement
door. He was perspiring and rubbing his hands again,
which appeared as though they had just been washed.
Shortly after this Church invited her and Mrs. Ekquist to
take a ride in the new car.

Mrs. Ekquist and Mrs. Van Heusen accepted the invita-
tion. The trio picked up Mrs. Church, who was visiting
a neighbor, and they all went for a ride to Indiana Harbor.
Indiana. At the time they started out, Mrs. Van Heuson
asked Harvey. where the chauffeur was and Church had
answered, “J am the chauffeur now.”

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drove into Adams, Wisconsin, and would proves that some policeman robbed him and

pF it a soon’ be extradited back to Chicago. It threw him in the river; where would |
11 o'clock Y seemed that Fate had decreed that get any handcuffs?”
September Harvey Church’s cherished dream. “That may account for Daugh-
of a triumphal entry into his home erty,” I countered, “but how did
ees town was to be wrecked on Ausmus happen to be buried in
whe coal the rocks of tragedy. the garage, at your home?”
ange sie We made good use of the time Church was not prepared for
: until Church was returned to this, as he did not, know then
Chicago, by * interviewing all ~ that Ausmus’ body had been
\N. HEU- the witnesses brought in. We found. Panicky as he was, he
perenerye also endeavored to learn who denied all knowledge of the mur-
‘ated tive Church’s companions were. 2
hinee cht An important witness was found
in the lady who lived next door to The mad-man looks into the police
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basement
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the house.
ited that a
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She ‘told
thought it
‘ and then

yutes later,
eing in the

ENROL AIOE L OI

WHAT THOUGHTS ARE PASSING THROUGH HIS MIND?
The killer, carefully guarded by police, gazes into the hole in which he buried the body of Ausmus

Church, on the second floor. She stated that about 2 ders and stuck to his story that he had paid Daugherty in
o'clock in the morning, on Friday September 9th——which cash for the car and got a receipt for it, which he showed.
was the morning after the car was delivered to Church— He stoutly maintained that they were robbed and mur-
she, being a light sleeper, heard sounds in the garage behind dered by somebody who knew they had his money.

Church’s house. On arising, she saw a lantern lighted There was no question in my mind, long before this,
inside and somebody moving around. It appeared to that Church was the ‘murderer;. but the point that
her as though somebody was digging. Shortly afterward, caused me no little concern was whether he had accomplices
she saw a person-moving across the yatd as though carry- and who they were. It seemed very unlikely that a
ing something, but it was too dark for her to make out medium-sized youth like Church, could have handled both
clearly who the person was or what was being carried. The men by. himself, especially a large powerful man like
woman did not attach any special significance to it until Daugherty, who was in good physical condition. Daugherty
‘enter, the body of Ausmus was found; then she decided to inform was about six feet tall’ and weighed in the neighborhood
of 235 pounds. ‘Ausmus was slight in build and Church

torney the police.

ir basement

About 2:20 a. M., on Sunday, September 1th, Sergeants

McCarthy and McFadden brought Harvey Church back:

from Adams, Wisconsin, and delivered him to me at the

most likely could have handled him alone.

BY questioning Church and through information gathered

stag 00 State’s Attorney’s office. Ben Newmark was Chief Inves- _from:people who knew him, we learned that his steady
Ek desing tigator for State’s Attorney Crowe at the time, and he companions were Leon Parks and Ralph Wilder. Parks
4 and 1 started our cross-examination of Church which was twenty-four years old and lived on West Jackson
the invite lasted all night. Boulevard, about a mile from Church’s home. Wilder
ae cabal I said to Church, “Why did you kill Daugherty?” lived on West Locust Street and was night manager of the
ni Secbar He replied, “I didn’t kill him, someone else did that.” Benario Garage, at 2815 West Lake Street, about three
‘ail Stetsceth _I said, “We found his body, in the Desplaines River, all blocks from where Church lived.

burch had tied up.” We got both men and, in cross-questioning them, we
: “How was he tied?” he asked eagerly. learned of Church’s car-thieving from the Railroad Com-
ances be "With rope and handcuffs,” | answered vaguely. pany, also Parks’ and Wilder's connection with him in

“Well,” said Church, with an air of confidence, “that

this racket which netted them plenty. Church and Parks


the most delicate and mortifiying episode
of his whole life.

He pointed out Mrs. Dale as Rene
Duffy, and traced his romance with her as
Mrs. Dale stared at him across the court-
room. He told how she had arrived at
his hotel room in Durham in the fall of
1937 after he had asked a bellhop to “send
up‘a girl.” His story of the meeting was
graphic.

“Well, we had, I guess, a right long
conversation, and I think I told her, if I’m
not mistaken, I was a married man and
had children, and I was not a man of
that type, that was the first time I had
ever done a trick like that, which it was.
I had a good long conversation and asked
her a lot of questions about her life and
all and she told me she was a poor girl
the reason she was there, that she had
had hard luck and her husband was dead,
and she needed some money, and we talked
on a right good while.

“Finally I told her that if she’d quit
such a business as that and try to live a
clean, straight life, that I was not a rich
man at all, I was a poor man and a hard-
working man, that I could help her some,
that I didn’t approve of such a life as
that was, that I was a clean man, that I
always had been up until then. So I
finally gave her some money that night.”

Bryant talked on reluctantly, and finally
confessed that when Rene approached him
about her bogus pregnancy she “said she
would like for me to kinda look out to
ee a place for her and the child to
ive.

_Prodded for more particulars, Bryant
divulged that he had given Rene $600 for
a down payment on a house, and that he
had begun sending her monthly payments
of forty dollars. After she had been in a
wreck, he paid the hospital bill of the
man in the car allegedly struck by Rene’s
car—another $100. Also he paid out $600
for the damage done to the two cars.

He gave her money for board, money
for furniture “for the baby when it comes,”
money “to settle something about her being
arrested in November, 1938, and some let-
ters of mine to her that the police had
gotten hold of.”

Bryant said that Rene notified him by
letter when the baby was born (but not
to whom), and immediately afterwards had
to have more money.

Some of the letters Bryant wrote to the
woman whom he fondly believed was to
bear his child, were introduced in testi-
mony. They were pathetic letters, naked
in their illusion—the letters of a man
who had lived in a dream world, a dream
world now sadly shattered. Excerpts were
as follows:

“My Dearest Mother: ... Honey, I can’t
express to you my feelings of seeing you
and the little one. Dear, you just don’t
know my heart and how I am worrying
because all the pleasure of being with you
both I am losing all of it. Honey, rite
now is the sweetest time of a little one’s
life because they are never but once a
child. Oh and how I always loved the
little ones so much...

“|. . No matter how bad I want a
sweet little kiss at night I cant get it for
you both are to far away to reach so
easy. And to my Dear it will be all I
can do to keep both of you in good Health

and provide for you with all my other
expense. 2

“My Dearest One: Wish I could only
be speaking to you direct my Dear. Honey
can you imageine how I miss you I am
sure you can Honey by your own feel-
ings...

“Well bee real sweet and take good
care of each one of you both untill I can
see you all again. I see the little one

64

kicking his little feet and calling for his
meals. Kisses to both of you and a great
big one to you...”

“My Dear Honey: I just dont know how
to tell you how worried I am about you.
I wired you Mon. A.M. Early and told
you where I was and I stayed there untill
noon today and I call fer you and looked
myself crazy for you almost looking for
you every minute. .. . Listen please dont
let this happen again, if you could of not
meet me you could of easily sent me a
wire as I called untill I got ashamed
to call and I have never herd a word
yet. I am almost bed sick... .”

THERE WAS an exciting’ stir in the
courtroom when Rene Duffy Dale, the
woman who allegedly had caused all this
turmoil, was put on the stand. Her story
was mostly a complete, blanket denial of
the conspiracy charges, although she freely
admitted carrying on adulterous relations
with Bryant over a long period of time.

“T was infatuated with Mr. Bryant,” she
said. “I liked him. I still do. And I think
he likes me. He said this trial was none
of his doing.” :

Rene said, “I like to eat too well,” in
answer to the contention that she dieted
after the birth of “her” baby, in an effort
to lose a formerly created appearance of
pregnancy. She told of having frequent
dates with Bryant, of visiting him in his
room and having dinner with him and
his family. She also related an instance
of one date they were having in a parked
car when police suddenly appeared on the
scene, arresting her but failing to catch
Bryant, who sprinted off to freedom
through the swamp.

Rene had a number of interesting side-
lights to present. She declared that “from
the first night I saw him” Bryant knew
she was unable to have a baby, for it
was by ‘showing him her operation scar,
she said, that she induced him to part
with the first fifty dollars he gave her.

The remaining chief witness for the de-
fense, Dr. Wishart, denied from the stand
any guilt whatever in his participation
in the transfer of the baby to the Dales
for “adoption.” He acted merely as a
middleman, he said, without any thought
of conspiracy, and knew nothing of the
alleged intentions of the Dales to defraud.

The case went to the jury on the after-
noon of August 21, 1940, and a verdict
was not reached until next morning. Dr.
Wishart, who had innocently arranged for
the adoption of the baby, was completely
exonerated.

But both of the Dales were convicted on
charges of conspiring to defraud. Judge A.
Hall Johnson sentenced Frank Dale to from
five to seven years, while Rene Duffy Dale
drew a sentence of from two to four years
in the state prison at Raleigh.

Meanwhile the baby, innocent decoy in
the plot, was given over to the care of a
relative.

The convicted pair filed formal notice
of appeal, and in lieu of raising the $5000
and $3000 bonds demanded of them, hus-
band and wife were packed off to jail.

But why did Mrs. Dale give Betty
Austin knockout drops and then attack
her with a knife? Mrs. Dale’s stated rea-
son—that she was jealous of Betty’s atten-
tions to Frank Dale—seems insufficient. The
attack must have occurred when Mrs. Dale
was seized by temporary, deranged panic,
knowing that Betty knew all about the
swindle plot. : :

And thus, unless another court decides
otherwise, ended the assorted mixture of
scandal, swindle and heartless hokum that
began when a lonely man in a Durham
hotel room was tempted, and went to his
telephone.

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Chicago's
Hypnotic Killer

(Continued from page 14)

said Harvey Church. “There were nine
bonds altogether—five of $1000 each and
four of $100. Fifty-four hundred dollars.”

“Did. they give you a bill of sale?”

“Sure,” said Church. He slowed the car
down and took a wallet from his pocket.
He snaked a paper from the wallet and
handed it to the detective. “There you are,”
he said.

Devoursney looked at the paper and saw
at a glance it was no bill of sale, but mere-
ly a customer’s order for a car. He said
nothing about this, however, but handed
it back, remarking pleasantly :

“Yes; everything seems to be in order.”

Church smiled. “Sure, everything’s in
order. Why shouldn't it be? I bought this
car and paid for it, and that’s all there is
to it. I don’t know what’s eating you men,
but if there’s anything wrong I'll do all I
can to help you.”

Beguiled by the detectives’ friendly man-
ner, he was in jovial mood. But once they
had crossed the state line and were in
Illinois, the detectives’ manner abruptly
changed. One of the Bureau men told
Church to move over, and slid in behind
the driver’s wheel.

With Church wedged between him and
the Burns detective, he drove the car into
Chicago and to Detention Home No.. 1. It
was now three o'clock in the morning.

The Packard was left there, and Church
and his mother were bundled into a police
patrol wagon and driven to the Criminal
Courts Building. There Church was led
into the office of the State’s Attorney for
a prolonged siege of grilling.

Up till now, Church had been the life
of the party, laughing and joking with all
around him; but when he walked into the
‘inquisition room” of State’s Attorney
Robert E. Crowe, between two stalwart de-
tectives, and saw the grim-faced inquisitors
awaiting him, his air of cocksure self-
assurance seemed to waver.

goo QUESTIONING was started by
Captain Mullen, personal_representative
of Chief of Police Charles Fitzmorris, and
Assistant State’s Attorney Charles Whar-
ton.

“You say you gave those salesmen nine
Liberty bonds?” Captain Mullin asked.

“That's right,” said Church.

“Where were you when you gave them
the bonds?”

“We were in the Crystal Restaurant, on
Madison Street near Kedzie Avenue.”

“When you gave them the bonds,” said
Wharton, “what did they give you?”

“They gave me seven keys to the car and
a bill of sale,” Church replied.

“Let’s see it.”

Church pulled out his wallet and handed
over the same slip of paper he had shown
to Detective Devoursney.

Captain Mullen looked at it, while the
others gathered around and read it over his
shoulder. He flipped it back to Church.

“That’s no bill of sale,” he said. “That’s
only a customer’s order.”

Church puckered his brows as if sur-
prised. Then he. began searching his wallet
and pockets.

“I don’t seem to have the other paper
with me,” he said. “I must have left it in
my other suit of clothes. Anyway, I got a
bill of sale.”

“All right. We'll come back to that later.
Now then,” said Captain Mullen, hitching
himself forward and looking the young man

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squarely in the eye,

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feet in wild expostulation
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flat, living alone with his mother, Mrs. Edwin O. Church.
But neither he nor his mother was home today. The place was
locked up and deserted.

The ringing of the doorbell and loud knocks on the door
got no response from the lower flat, but it aroused the tenants
in the flat above—Gunnar W. Ekquist and his wife, Bertha.

In response to Lieutenant Norton’s questions, Mrs. Ekquist
said: “I saw Harvey Church drive up here yesterday in a
brand new car. It was about one o’clock in the afternoon. I
saw him get out of the car and go inside the house. I went
on ‘with my housework, and when I looked from the window
again the car was gone.”

“Did you notice anybody else in the car with him?” the
detective asked. uk

“Yes, there were two men with him,” said Mrs. Ekquist.
“Big fellows, they were. One sat in the front seat, the other
in the rear. They stayed in the car while Harvey went in-
side the house.”

From the moment he saw the home of Harvey Church,
Lieutenant Norton was impressed with a peculiarity in this
affair, and he now mentioned it to Coroner Hoffman.

“Doesn’t it seem strange to you, Peter, that a young man
living in this sort of house, in this kind of neighborhood, would
be buying a $5400 automobile ?”

“It does seem strange,” admitted Hoffman.

The lieutenant’s suspicions were further aroused when he
learned from Mrs. Ekquist that Harvey Church was a rail-
road brakeman, employed only occasionally by the Chicago &
Northwestern Railway.

“There’s something phony here,” he snapped, “and I think
we'd better search this place.”

He and his men forced the door open, and all tramped in-
side the house. The shades were drawn, the rooms half
dark, and there was a musty odor everywhere—but nothing
to justify the detective’s suspicion. They were the sort of
rooms you'd expect to find in the home of any young mechanic
living with his mother in modest circumstances.

Then the men descended the steps that led from the kitchen
to the basement; and when they opened the basement door
they were struck speechless with horror.

The place was like a slaughter house. Blood was spattered
on everything—on the odds and ends of broken furniture, on
the floor and even the walls.

Recovering from their first shock of horror, the investi-
gators surged into the room and began combing it for clues
that might clear up the mystery of Daugherty’s death and
supply a lead to the missing Ausmus.

There were clues without end. In one corner stood a bloody
baseball bat and beside it, on the cement floor, lay a hammer
and hatchet likewise stained with blood. Blood-soaked cloth-
ing and newspapers were scattered about in a gory, sickening
mess; and the general confusion indicated that a maniacal
murderer and his victim had battled here to the death.

Most important of all, the detectives discovered two blood-
stained hats, one bearing the initials “B.J.D.’, the other,
“CA.” Undoubtedly they were the hats of Bernard J.

CORONER Peter
Hoffman thought it
unlikely that a small
man like Church
could have slain
two huge men like
Bernard Daugherty
and Carl Ausmus.

NEIGHBORS waited outside
the home of Harvey Church
while the police, inside, found
ghastly evidence that murder
had been committed there.

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—_

Daugherty and Carl Ausmus, and the Packard officials later
identified them.

Equally important was a short length of hempen rope that
Lieutenant Norton plucked from a litter of rubbish in another
corner. He compared it with the piece of rope he had removed
from the body of the murdered man. Both pieces were the
same.

After searching the basement from end to end, the men went
back upstairs and searched the rooms. They found a photo-
graph of Harvey Church and some letters from Adams, Wis-
consin, written by the young man’s father.

Another neighbor, Mrs. Marguerite Gardiner, who lived
next door, gave them a clue:

“About five o’clock this morning,” said Mrs. Gardiner,
“I was awakened by the sound of a car in the street, and when
I looked outside I saw Harvey Church and his mother driving
off in a swell new Packard.”

“Did they look as if they were going very far?’ Lieutenant
Norton asked.

“Well, they had a lot of luggage in the car.’ said the woman.
“so I guess they were going on a long trip.’’

Norton thought of the letter from Adams, Wisconsin. He
called headquarters, with the result that the following police
wire went to Joseph Paulsen, town marshal of Adams:

“Arrest and hold Harvey Church, son of Edwin O.

Church, your city, wanted for murder in Chicago. Is

probably driving new twin-six Packard; license number

Illinois, 449672. May be accompanied by mother.”

Followed a description of Harvey Church, as gathered
from the photograph found in his home and information sup-
plied by the neighbors.

Coroner Hoffman, however, still had his doubts. “Is it
reasonable to believe,” he argued, “that if this fellow Church
had murdered that man he would leave such a wide-open trail ?
He made no effort whatever to cover up his tracks.”

This seemed a logical argument, and some of the detectives
concurred. It was their belief that Church had paid Daugherty
for the car and that Ausmus had murdered Daugherty in order
to get possession of the money. The murder, they believed, had
been committed in Church’s basement, without the knowledge
of that young man, and he had left with his mother in the
car he had bought, unaware of anything wrong.

Another police theory was that Daugherty may have been
killed in a violent quarrel over a woman. This theory was
supported by the condition of the body, the brutality and
mutilation denoting the work of a man crazed with love and
jealousy.

HE CHICAGO Police Department by now was all agog
over the sensational case—a case that was soon to become
even more sensational. Chief of Police Charles Fitzmorris,
when all the known facts were placed before him, called in
Captain Martin Mullen and told him to take charge of the
case and stay on top of it until it was officially closed.
Meanwhile, the two detectives with the rusty handcuffs
were making the rounds of all places where such things might
be bought; and in every place they displayed the photograph
of Harvey Church and asked the same question of proprietor
and clerks:
“Did you sell this set of handcuffs to anybody who resembles

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About a week before, a young man called at the Packard
salesroom and selected a car priced at $5400. He said his
name was Harvey Church. After a demonstration, he bought
the car and said he would return for it yesterday, Thursday,
and pay the full amount in cash. Yesterday morning he had
called for the car. He told the sales manager he had the
money at the Madison-Kedzie Bank, Madison and Kedzie
streets.

The car was turned over to him, and Daugherty and Ausmus
were sent along to collect the money. The young man known
as Church climbed in behind the wheel and drove the car.
Daugherty sat in the front seat beside him. Ausmus sat in the
back seat.

An hour later, as agreed, the manager sent Edward Skelba,
a chauffeur, to the bank in another car to pick up. the two
salesmen and drive them back to the office. Skelba drove
to the bank and waited outside in his car. There was no
sign of either Daugherty or Ausmus. After waiting two
hours, he went to a corner drug store and called his office.

The sales manager told him to wait a while longer.

When Skelba returned to his car, which he had parked in.

front of the bank, he found a card tied to the steering wheel.
It was Daugherty’s business card and on the back of it was
written:

“Ed: Go back to the office. Will come in later.—B. J. D.”

The card had been tied to the wheel while Skelba was in the
drug store, telephoning. It was after two o’clock by now and
the bank was closed. Skelba went back to the Packard office.

“And from that moment to this,” the Packard officials ended,
“We've had no word from Ausmus. And now we find
Daugherty lying here like this!”

HEY looked down at the mangled body of their star sales-
man. Like the police, they were puzzled and appalled by
the shocking manner in which he was killed. Why should any-
body murder him with such frightful ferocity? Why had his
skull been fractured, his neck broken, his throat slit twice,
his face hammered and battered almost beyond recognition ?

12

HORRIFIED ond bewildered at the
swift rush of events about which she
i knew nothing, the mother of Harvey
f Church is shown praying for her son.

Coroner Hoffman turned again to the Packard officials.
“You say this man’s partner, Ausmus, is a man of consider-
able strength ?”

“He’s about the same build as Daugherty and probably fully
as strong.”

“Then it may be,” said the coroner, “that Ausmus murdered
Daugherty in order to get the money that Church had paid
him. You say Ausmus was in the army ?”

“That’s right.”

“And those are army handcuffs,” said Coroner Hoffman,
pointing to the wrists of the murdered man. “Doesn't that
seem significant ?”

“It does,” agreed one of the Packard men. “Still, I can’t
picture Ausmus doing a thing like this.”

“Getting back to this fellow Church,” Lieutenant Norton put
in. “Is he also a powerfully-built man ?”

“On the contrary,” said the Packard man, “Church is an
under-sized chap and rather anemic looking. He probably
weighs less than 130 pounds.”

“That seems to let Church out,” Coroner Hoffman remarked.

“Maybe it does and maybe it doesn’t,” Lieutenant Norton
put in. “Anyhow, we’ll look up this Church and see what he
has to say.”

The handcuffs had been filed from the dead man’s wrists and
were given to two detectives; who started out to canvass all
army goods stores in the Chicago district. Lieutenant Norton
took the piece of hempen rope and, with Coroner Hoffman
and the two Packard men, started for the home of Harvey
Church. On their way, they stopped at the Madison-Kedzie
Bank and asked the bank officials if Harvey Church had an
account with them.

He had, they said, after referring to their books, and until
yesterday morning he had a balance to his credit of $225,

“Yesterday morning,” said one of the tellers, “he checked
out $200.”

They drove on to Church’s home. It was a two-flat build-
ing, none too prosperous looking, in a rather squalid neigh-
borhood. Young Church, they discovered, occupied the lower

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LIEUTENANT JOHN NORTON was convinced
that Harvey Church, whether guilty or not
could shed light on the mystery if he was found.

that picture ?”

The answer was always “No.”

They were walking down Clark Street, debating which place
to try next, when one of them noticed the show-window of a
jewelry store at the southwest corner of Clark and Madison.
The odd assortment of merchandise in the window prompted
them to go inside.

They walked up to the proprietor, Frank Flower, and said
to him: “Has anybody been in here asking about handcuffs ?”

The jeweler smiled. “That’s a curious question,” he said,
“but it just happens that only a few days ago a fellow was in
here who wanted to buy some handcuffs, I told him I didn’t
sell handcuffs, but he might try Charles Izenstock’s army goods
store a few doors down the street.

The detectives showed Flower the photograph of Harvey
Church. “Is that the fellow ?”

The jeweler shook his head. “TI couldn't say. I didn’t notice
his face particularly.”

The detectives went out and walked down the street and
entered the army goods store of Charles Izenstock. They
dropped the rusty handcuffs on the counter, and beside them
the photograph,

“Did you sell those cuffs to that fellow ?” they asked Mr.
Izenstock.

“No,” said Mr. Izenstock. “But perhaps my clerk did.” He
called his clerk, Theodore Bartelstein.

The clerk looked at the handcuffs and said, “Yes; I sold
these just the other day for $2.95.” Then he looked at the
photograph and added: “That looks like the fellow who bought
them, but I can’t be sure.”

That answered the question of the army handcuffs, which
had been locked on the wrists of the murdered ex-army man,
but it left unanswered many other questions, just as important.
Squads of detectives, acting on orders from Captain Mullen
and Lieutenant Norton, were working hard on these.

Still a mystery was the question of the motive of this
ghastly crime. Still missing was Carl Ausmus, thought by
some sleuths to be the second victim, and by others to be the
slayer. Also missing was Harvey Church, thought by some
to be a bloody dual slayer, and by others to be an innocent
victim of circumstances.

Late that night, while the Chicago police were working
teverishly on the case, Lieutenant Norton received a long-
distance phone call from Adams, Wisconsin. It was from

14

Town Marshal Joseph Paulsen,

Harvey Church had been found in that village and was now
under arrest!

Marshal Paulsen had spotted a huge new twin-six Packard
rolling down the main street of Adams. The young man
who drove the car clearly enjoyed the envious stares of the
other young men of the town. His attitude was that of a
small-town boy who has made good in the big city and re-
turned home to show off.

Sitting proudly in the front seat beside the young man was
one of the village belles. In the back seat was an elderly
woman.

Marshal Paulsen, in his flivver, drove up behind the gleaming
monster and noted the license number. It was Illinois 449672!
The marshal swung alongside.

‘Pull up to the curb,” he shouted to the youth at the wheel.
“Your name Harvey Church ?”

“Sure,” replied the young man, surprised. ‘Why ?”

The marshal flashed his nickeled star and said: “You're
under arrest. They want you in Chicago for murder.”

Young Church looked incredulous, Then he laughed and
called over his shoulder to the white-haired woman in the
back seat: “Did you hear that, mother? They want me for
murder! If this isn’t a joke!”

But it was no joke to Joseph Paulsen. He took the young
man to the village lockup, then telephoned the Chicago police.
Acting Chief Norton sent two of his best men to Adams, Wis-
consin, to bring young Church back to Chicago. With them
went A. M. Devoursney of the Burns Detective Agency, re-
tained by the Packard people.

The young man greeted the detectives affably. His manner
denoted he had nothing to fear. He seemed to regard the
whole thing as a stupid joke.

Nevertheless he had retained two lawyers—John Lindsay of
Adams and James Grady of Portage, Wisconsin—and he in-
sisted that both accompany him on his return trip to Chicago,

Edwin Church, his father, was well known and well liked
in Adams; and when the townsfolk heard the news they hur-
ried to his home in consternation, but he assured them there
was nothing to worry about, saying: “The police have simply
made a blunder.”

Blunder or not, the three Chicago detectives bundled Harvey
Church into the new Packard and started back to Chicago
with him. His two lawyers went with him and so did his
mother. His father stayed in Adams.

They allowed Harvey to drive the car, which he seemed to

enjoy immensely, and they extended every courtesy to him. .

They wanted to put him at ease and allay any suspicion he
might have of the seriousness of their case against him,

They said nothing about the discovery of Daugherty’s dead
body; nor did they mention the matter of the handcuffs, nor
the grisly things found in his basement. If he knew of these
things, they reasoned—and knew what a strong case they had
against him—he might refuse to cross the state line into
Illinois, which would mean a delay for extradition proceedings.

So they chatted with him amiably as he sent the high-
powered car zooming along the Wisconsin highways; and
when the two detectives who sat beside him in the front seat
mentioned anything concerning the case, they did it in the
most casual way.

“This car, now,” said Devoursney, the Burns operative,
“where did you get it?”

Church answered easily: “Where do you suppose I got it?
I bought it, of course.”

“You paid for it?”

“Naturally.”

“Who did you pay?” asked Devoursney,

“The fellows I bought it from—a couple of Packard sales-
men named Ausmus and Daugherty.” Young Church, who
had answered all their questions without the slightest hesita-
tion, called to his mother in the back seat: “Isn’t that right,
mother? Didn’t I pay for this car?”

The woman nodded her head emphatically. “Of course
you paid for it, Harvey. I saw you.” Then she said to the
detective sitting beside her: “My son has done nothing wrong.
He has nothing to fear. That’s why he’s so willing to go back
to Chicago with you men.”

The Burns detective, sitting beside Church, went on per-
suasively: “How did you pay the salesmen, Harvey—in cash
or with a check ?”

“T paid them with Liberty bonds,” (Continued on page 64)

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* “I didn’t know whether Brisbane
would have the nerve to say all that. But
when he mounted the scaffold and the
hangman asked him if he had eying
to say, Eddie said ‘Yes!’ and delivere
the speech, which he’d memorized in the
last hour from my scribblings in pencil,
to that astonished crowd of people.

“I was very young then, and proud of
the speech. Eddie Brisbane delivered it
in a calm voice. But one reporter, who
was covering the execution for the Chi-
cago Tribune, was so sore that he wrote
of Brisbane, ‘He died as all murderers
die, a coward, yellow to the last.’”

The reporter who really burned u
MacArthur, though, was the correspond-
ent of the New York Sun, who was so
indignant at being insulted by the
hanged man and at Death House Charlie
for writing this speech, that he wired his
paper, “It is said that Charles Mac-
Arthur, the reporter who wrote these
words for Brisbane, won all of the con-
demned man’s money shooting craps with
him. Is it possible that MacArthur used
crooked dice?”

MacArthur says his greatest death
house beat was scored in the hanging of
Earl Dear. Ben Hecht, covering for the
Chicago en News, and other reporters
were so startled by the appearance of a

black cat on the scaffold that they wrote
their stories about this feline omen of
evil walking around on the gibbet.

“My story was much better,” says

watching that silly cat they didn’t notice
how embarrassed the hangman was. You
see, Earl Dear had no chin and they were
puzzled about whether the rope would
hold. They had last minute consultations
about how to string up this chinless killer,
measured him, shook their heads and
finally took a chance, praying the noose
wouldn’t slip. It didn’t. This was my story
and thanks to the black cat I had it all
by myself.”

Charlie. “They were so interested in (Ea

Next to his memories of his nightmar-
ish evening in the death cell with Eddie
Brisbane, the playwright says that his
strangest recollections of murderers con-
cern an ex-choir boy named Nick Piano,
and Harvey Church. He says:

“I was very fond of Mr. Piano because
he’ was merry and happy in the death
house, and sang all of the time. But I
did get the willies the night before his
execution. His large Italian family—
twenty or thirty relatives—came to bid
good-by to him in the visitors’ room.
They all kneeled down to pray for his
soul and Nick Piano sang Kipling’s poem
‘Oh, Mother of Mine!’ which had been
put to music.

“T’ll never forget those sobbing women
in shawls, kneeling, their hands clasped
in prayer, as the doomed man sang:

‘If I were hanged on the highest hill,

Do you know whose love would follow
me still?

Oh, mother of mine, oh, mother of mine!’

“That was the saddest sight, and the
most impressive, I ever saw, I think. But
the execution of Harvey Church was one
to depress a cannibal. He'd killed two
men who came to his house to sell him
a Packard. He took one down presuma-
bly to show him the cellar, and murdered
him. Then took the second one down and
shot him to death also. This all to get
the Packard.

“When Harvey was in the death house
he decided to annoy the authorities as
much as possible. He took up the Yogi
philosophy, and by thought control man-
aged to make his body rigid in a sitting
position.

“On the day of the hanging the boys
did everything. they could to make Har-
vey stand up, including burning him
with matches, but Harvey was a tough
one, and didn’t stir. He was determined
to be hanged, sitting down.

“The only thing they could do was
strap him to a chair and carry him up
the steps of the scaffold that way. And
he was a big fellow too, weighed over
200. He didn’t even straighten up when

‘they opened the trap door. A horrible

sight it was to see that body, still rigid
in a seated position, dangling from the
end of a big rope. And he was buried
that way, sitting down.” 7

Devil’s Joke °
[Continued from page 35]

clutching a revolver. Helm stood near,
and declared he had shot Jones in self-
defense. There was no one to say him
nay, and Helm went free. Jones may be
listed somewhere between No. 8 and
No. 12 among the victims of Boone
Helm’s knife and guns.

After the Jones affair, Helm joined a
party of seven Portland men on an at-
tempted horseback journey east to Salt
Lake. Six nights out, while camped on
the Grand Ronde River, Helm decided
his companions were men of his own evil
stamp, and made them a most startling
proposition:

“The Walla Walla Indians have more
than 4,000 horses,” he mused. “Let’s or-
ganize the Snakes to raid the Walla
Wallas and steal that herd. We'd split
fifty-fifty with them, and come out with
2,000 horses for ourselves.”

The other travelers were shocked at
the suggestion of such a massacre and
large-scale horse theft, and immediately
left Helm and returned to Portland.

None of them wished to travel 600
miles through wilderness with such
a dangerous character. Dr. William
Groves, one of the party, sent word to
the chief of the Walla Wallas to be on
guard against such a raid. Boone Helm
reluctantly abandoned the plan, and with
five other men continued the journey to
the east.

Six weeks later, one of the party was

found snowed in, in a cabin high in a
mountain pass. The rest were dead.
Which one survived? Boone Helm, of
course. He had sunk to the depths of
human degradation to sustain life. Not
that it bothered his sensibilities; he
proudly told his rescuers of resorting to
cannibalism after his. fellow travelers
starved, and in later years often boasted
of the gruesome affair.

Did the poor wretches die, or did the
Missouri man eater anticipate the natural
event by killing the others? Sheriff Calla-
han is inclined toward the latter view,
because later Helm boasted in a Lewiston,
Ida., bar that, “Many’s the poor devil
I've killed, and the time has been that
I've been obliged to feed on some of
them.”

In Salt Lake, Helm for the first time
hired out as a murderer. He killed two
cattlemen named Alvin Sheets and Dan

’ Blucher, then fled west. The case re-

mained a mystery for years until someone
talked. Helm was employed for the job.
by another rancher beteud of a feud
over grazing rights. The instigator of the
crime established an alibi at the murder
hour in a Salt Lake saloon, and was never
suspected until after his death.

y this time, Boone Helm was in his
late thirties, a sullen, boastful, intract-
able man, feared by all who knew him.
Despite his known killings and various
warrants out against him, he never used
an alias. His name and reputation were
his best armor.

He next threw his shadow over the
Montana-Idaho gold fields. In June
of 1862, he carried out the murder

which was a fitting climax to his career.

The leading faro expert of the town of
Florence was one “Dutch Fred” Hansen,
who enjoyed a favorable reputation
among the sporting element. He was
hailed as an honest gambler, but this was
not too great a compliment because hon-
esty at the gambling tables was necessary
tor penpongec life at that time.

ven such a paragon of frontier virtues
as Dutch Fred fsa enemies. One of these,
who had lost money at Hansen's table,
filled Boone Helm with liquor and urged
him to battle the gambler. Helm, always
willing to add to his string of killings,
staggered to the faro layout, drew a re-
volver and roared a challenge to a duel.

Dutch Fred had lived by his wits for
years and was trained to think fast. While
Helm was shouting his challenge, Hansen
leaped over the table and drew a knife in
the same instant. He put the razor-keen
point to Boone Helm’s throat just below
the apple and pressed gently but firmly.
“One more word from you, Helm, and
this goes in to your backbone,” he
warned. Helm’s adam’s apple, prodded
by the knife point and by his own emo-
tions, bobbed up and down.

Bystanders leaped to take Helm’s guns
and the faro man’s knife. The weapons
were given to the bartender for safe keep-
ing, and Hansen returned to his inter-
rupted game. Helm apologized, and left
the saloon.

Two hours later he returned. Hansen
was still playing, and Helm went to the
bar. “I’m sorry about the whole thing,”
he said. “I’m leaving town. Let me have
my guns back, ‘and I'll leave without
trouble.”

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The officers could not belleve that a slight 135-
pound midget could tackle two heavyweights at the
Same time and make mince meat of them. Then he gave
them a demonstration that made their eyes pop out

By JOE ROBERTS

D SKELBA took the card from his
steering wheel and read it with a
puckered ‘brow. It was Bernard J.
Daugherty’s business card and on
the back was scribbled: “Go back

to the office. We will come in later.”
With a shrug, Skeba tramped the

Mr, Daugherty nor Mr. Ausmus came
out. So finally I went to this drug store
and phoned you. I knew it was nearly.
time for the bank to shut. When I got
back to my car, it was closed. This card:
was on my steering wheel.”

e sales manager didn’t like it,
Even a pair of physical giants like
Daugherty and Carl Ausmus had no
business walking the streets of Chicago
with $5,400 in cas ¢ sum they were

had driven away a little after noon with
the prospective buyer.
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S iniling mysteriously, Death House Charlie admitted the
two other Boston newspapermen to his shabby hotel room.
After looking suspiciously up and down the corridor, he
locked the door behind them, shut the window and pulled
down the shade.

Jo Swerling watched him, then glanced in uiringly at
his companion, George Holland, who shrugged helplessly.
“What's the matter?” Swerling asked Death House Charlie.
“You act as though you had a corpse hidden in the closet.”

“Read these, that’s all!”

Their host handed each of them a clipping that told
of a recent medical operation that had been hailed as a

The execution of Harvey Church, below, MacArthur describes
as the “most horrible sight” of a long crime-writing career.

Another in True Police Cases’ Series of Great Crime Newsmen

BY CHARLES SAMUELS

Author of “Showdown,” ete.

miracle. A brilliant young Boston surgeon, the stories said, -
had brought back to life a baby who had been born dead.
He had opened the infant's chest, taken out his heart and
massaged it gently until the child resumed breathing.

“We not only write for the Boston American,” said
George Holland in disgust. “We also read the paper, par-
ticularly the front page. So we know about
this so-called miracle.”

“But don’t you see what it means?” asked
Death House Charlie. “It means we have the
chance of our lives, the chance to make half-a-million
dollars; to beat the game for once.

“I went to a surgeon who's a friend of mine and asked
him if he couldn’t revive in the same way a man who's
been hanged. He said he could, if the guy’s neck hadn't
been broken and if he could get the body in his hands
within from thirty-five minutes to an hour after the ex-
ecution.”

Swerling whistled. George Holland looked bug-eyed.

“With my connections at Charlestown prison, we might
be able to pull that one off,” continued Death House Char-
lie. “And think what we could do with a guy like that.
He'd be legally dead. We could write his life story, in
which he would confess all his crimes. Being legally dead,
noone could even arrest him. We'd syndicate the story
ourselves. Any paper in the world would pay a fortune for
exclusive rights to print it in its own territory. We'd put
him in vaudeville. Any movie company in Hollywood would
pay anything we wanted to put him in a picture!”

“This is all great, Charlie,” said George Holland sus-
piciously. “But why should you cut us in on this
gold mine?”

“Well, fellers, in the first place you're the two

best friends I have in Boston. Besides, 1 haven't

got enough money to finance this scheme. rll

need about five hundred dollars. I have to fix

things at the prison so there will be no delay in

getting the body out of the prison yard. The doctor

doesn’t care to make this experiment in his office

or a hospital, prefers to do it in an undertaking estab-
lishment in case anything goes wrong.

“Incidentally, he’s going to try adrenalin and saline
shots first, only taking out the hanged man’s heart
as a last resort. I’ll also need some money to buy

legal possession of the body from the doomed
chap’s next of kin.”
o Swerling thought it over for a moment, then
said he’d put up one-third of the money if
film rights to the story were assigned to him.
George Holland said he’d do the same if all
carnival and vaudeville rights were given him.
“Okay,” said Death House Charlie, “on what
I'll make on the newspaper syndication rights
I'll be able to retire and live comfortably for
the rest of my life.”
Though the colorful Death House Charlie has
since become internationally famous under his
full Christian name, Charles Gordon Mac-
Arthur, his audacious attempt to smuggle out of
historic Charlestown Prison and bring back to life
a condemned murderer remains his most notable
exploit.

It was in 1924 that he. arranged this masterpiece

of journalistic ingenuity. Within a few years after-
ward, he collaborated on such stage hits as Lulu
Belle and The Front Page, became the husband

of Helen Hayes, the first lady of the American
theatre, and the father of the unforgettable “Act

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stepped aside as Weekes was led into
a private office. As he made to follow,
Lieutenant Norton barred him.

“You’ve done your part, son,” he
baaiy “We'll get the truth out of this
bird.”

Answering the detectives’ questions,
Weekes continued to insist he had
never before laid eyes on Lonnie
Pastor. He had, however, roomed for
a time in the Church household.

Then he gave an alibi for the Thurs-.
day afternoon of the murders. He had
been at work in a shoe factory all the
time.

Officers who went to the plant to
check on the alibi returned and con-
firmed it. There could be no mistake,
they were certain. There were plenty
of witnesses ready to testify that
Weekes was never away from his
bench.

Norton ordered Pastor brought in
again, and this time Harvey Church
was not present.

“There’s one more question I want
to ask,” the lieutenant.told the young
man. “If you committed these mur-
ders to gain money, why didn’t you
take the cash and watches from Aus-
mus and, Daugherty.”

Pastor looked at Norton dumbly,
like a man drugged. Then-he shook
his head, sat up straighter, and said,
“I had nothing to do with those
killings!” ;

EN NEWMARK, of the state’s attor-
B ney’s staff, suddenly leaned for-

ward. “You confessed because
Harvey told you to,” he said. “Isn’t
that it?” :

Tears glistened in Lonnie Pastor’s
eyes. He nodded. “Yes. Harvey
could always make me do and say
things.”

Within five minutes the room was
cleared. Then Church was brought in.

“Hello, my hypnotic friend,” New-
mark said. “The game’s up, kid.
We’ve established an alibi for Weekes,
and Pastor’s admitted you forced him
to lie. But you knew all the details
of the killings. And why, 1 wonder?”

“You’re good at guessing,” Church
sneered. “But since you know so
much already, I might as well tell
you. I killed them. I knew | could
make Lonnie confess. I could hypno-
tize him any time I wanted to. My
mistake was in ringing Weekes in on
the deal. I never could do much with
that guy.”

To prove his hypnotic powers, Har-
vey faced Lonnie again and made him
go through a humorous routine.

Harvey asked to see his mother. He
was told he could see her after he con-
fessed, and straightway he asked for a
stenographer and began to talk.

He persuaded Daugherty and Aus-
mus to accompany him home by tell-
ing them he had the Liberty Bonds
hidden in his cellar. Daugherty went
down with him.

“I grabbed him,” Church - said,
“twisted his hands behind him,
snapped on the handcuffs and slugged
him with the ball bat. A couple of
minutes later Ausmus came down. I
slugged him, then tied him up.

“The sight of blood drove me nuts.
I wanted to mash them both to a pulp.
I hit ’em with other things besides the
bat—I don’t remember what.

“Afterwards I went upstairs and
washed up, and then called for my
mother and took her for a ride. That
night, after she went upstairs, I buried
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that car. I never had any Liberty
Bonds.”

There was still one person who
doubted the complete authenticity of
this recital. “Who helepd you do that?”
Coroner Hoffman demanded. “You
never could have handled either of
those men alone?” '

“No?” Harvey came back. “Get
me a guy who weighs around 200
pounds. And give me a set of hand-
cuffs.”

Big Sergeant Billy McCarthy, one
of the most powerful men on the force,
volunteered to face the little killer.

Almost before the watchers realized
what was happening, Church twisted
the sergeant around, secured his hands
with the cuffs, whipped him up over
one shoulder, and strode around the
room, carrying McCarthy like a sack
of grain.

HURCH’S mother collapsed when

C she heard of his confession. A
sister claimed Harvey had often

been “irresponsible” ‘after a fall on
the head as a child.

The killer willingly returned to the
crime scene with detectives and re-
enacted the whole grisly business.
He was speedily indicted for first de-
“ree murder and, although his family
fought to save him, he was convicted
and sentenced to the gallows.

Strange as the case had been, it was
to have even a stranger ending. For
when Harvey Church was transferred
to his death row cell, he hypnotized
himself!

For days he lay ina stupor. Officials
believed at first that he was shamming.
Physicians were summoned to rouse
him, but could not. They tried many
means. But even lighted matches,
held against his skin, failed to stir the
comatose young man.

Guards in the Cook County jail re-
membered with a shudder that Church
had boasted that he would never
climb the gallows’ steps.

Through all this Coroner Hoffman
persisted in the belief that Church

could not possibly have committed the
double murders alone. He charged
that Harvey had been drugged in jail
to prevent his naming his accomplice,
and. sought permission to conduct an
autopsy after the hanging to seek evi-

dence of the drug. Church’s family, .

however, refused.

Hoffman issued a public statement
asserting that Church, “a mental and
physical weakling,” was not alone
guilty. But still the preparations for
his execution went ahead.

The time set for the hanging was
3:54 on the Friday morning of March
4,1922. This was but half a year after
Bernard Daugherty and Carl Ausmus
died in the Church basement in Ful-

- ton Street. *

Efforts to save Church from the gal-
lows never ceased. Late Thursday
night his lawyers were frantically
rushing from judge to judge to obtain
a writ to stay the execution. Midnight
passed, but still they did not give up.

At 3:45 W. G. Anderson, a Salvation
Army chaplain, went to Harvey’s cell.
He prayed for the young man, then
knelt beside the cot on which Church
lay, still unconscious.

“This is your last chance, son,” he
pleaded. ‘Say with me, ‘Our Father,
Who art in Heaven...’”

There was no answer, The steps of
the death march guards came down
the corridor. “All right, Harvey,” said
one. “It’s time to go.”

Still Church did not stir. The guards
lifted him, tied his legs and carried
him outside. There he was bound
sitting in a kitchen chair, and guards
carried the chair to the gallows cham-
ber and slowly lugged it up the thir-
teen steps.

All this time he remained limp, his
eyes closed, his head sagging. The
chair was placed on the trap, a white
hood pipet over the head, the noose
adjusted.

At a signal from the warden the
trap was sprung. The chair fell free.
Harvey Church, who refused to at-
tend his own execution, was jerked to
his death at the end of the rope.

A CORPSE FOR CHRISTMAS

CONTINUED FROM PAGE 33

Turi.” ‘He took a step into the room.

“What’d you find out?” Cusack
asked him.

“People upstairs found him,” Sin-
inski said. “A friend of Turi came
to visit him and couldn’t get in. She
went upstairs and talked with Mrs.
Angelo Ricci. Angelo and some kid
came down here and found the
body.”

“What kid?” Cusack asked.

The detective consulted his notes.
“Joe Shine,” he answered. “He goes
with one of the Ricci girls. He and
another neighbor, Frank Farrell, re-
ported the murder. They ran over to
Second Precinct Station.”

“Did they touch anything?” Mc-
Comb asked.

“I haven’t checked them,” Sininski
said. “I don’t think they’d have
touched anything, though. The Riccis
said they closed the door right away
and ran for the police.”

Cusack knelt beside the body again.
“Pll talk to the Riccis later,” he said.
“What did they tell you about Turi?”

Sininski stared at the hatchet han-
dle near the wall. ;

“They hadn’t seen him all day,” he
said. “Last night he was yelling
‘Merry Christmas’ at somebody. They
could hear him upstairs. They
haven’t heard him since.”

“What time last night?” Cusack
asked.

“About seven-thirty.”

Cusack stood up and walked to the
threshold of the laarten. He saw a
bureau on top of which was a tin box.
One of the bureau drawers was open.

“Did he live alone?” the Inspector
asked. He lifted the tin box and shook
it carefully.

“Yes,” the detective answered.
“They tell me his wife died a year
ago.”

“Crime of passion,” McComb reit-
erated. “No wife. Half dressed
corpse. Twenty stab wounds. Yes,
sir. I'll bet there’s a woman mixed
up in this.”

“No woman ever handled an ax
like that,” Detective Hynes put in.
“She wouldn’t have the strength.”

“Her husband, Tom,” the lieuten-
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HE ten-year-old boy, dawdling

on the Lake Street bridge over

Chicago’s Desplaines River
one Saturday noon, suddenly stif-
fened. From where he stood he
could see the water swirling round
the foundations of the bridge. And
bobbing in the circling water, he
had spied the body of a man, face
downward, fully clothed.

“Hi, there!” he called. But he got
no answer.

Then he ran for a policeman.

Shortly, the corpse was hoisted
from the river into a rowboat and
transferred to the morgue.

The body had been in the water
less than twenty-four hours, said
Coroner Peter M. Hoffman.

“Accident? Suicide?’ asked Ser-
geant Frank Hanrahan.

The skull was crushed, the face
battered; both conditions might
have been brought about when the
body was swirling against the

aM. in, -

Dr. Hoffman told the stunned .
crowd when the body of C. Ausmus was un-
earthed from its cramped, improvised grave.

bridge’s foundations.

“But, here’s something we can’t
hold.the bridge responsible for,”
answered Dr. Hoffman. He deftly
opened the dead man’s shirt and ex-
posed the rough hempen rope that
encircled the neck.

That wasn’t all. As the rope was °

loosened, underneath could be seen
a gash from ear to ear, deep enough
to let the head flop back.

“Whoever had it in for this man
did his best to make sure he didn’t
recover,” commented Hanrahan.
“First he cut his throat, bashed his
head in, and then drowned him.
Pretty thorough guy.”

seek motive

A search of the dead man’s pockets
added another odd note to this triple
attack. The murderer had not tried
to prevent identification of his vic-
tim. #.: one trouser pocket was

found a wallet; in it several cards ©

with the name, Bernard J. Dauy
erty. And that this was the de
man’s name, the monogram on |
watch, the initials in gold letters
the wallet itself, backed up.

“But why did the murderer lei
this money in the.wallet?” mus
Hanrahan, as he took out bi
amounting to twenty-seven dolla
“And the watch—it’s a good one.’

Robbery, evidently, hadn’t be
the motive. Or at least the cash i
jewelry of the dead man had 'r
been the objective. But who w
this Daugherty? Who were |!
friends, his enemies?

A telephone call to the Bureau

Missing Persons at Headquarte«:

brought a whoop from the man
the other end of the phone.
“There are two men right here
the office now asking if we hi
any word of a B. J. Daugherty a:
a C, Ausmus. Wait a minute.”
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e’re waiting for you.’”

The body of Daugherty lay in one
corner, out of sight. Ausmus came
down blithely, whistling.

“I was standing so that when he
got down I was back of him,” Church
confessed. “And I hit him with the
baseball bat.”

Then he had dragged him over to
the corner where augherty lay, he
said.

“The two now lay on the floor, one
dead, one dying,” he went on. “And
I left them there, locking the base-
ment door. I washed my hands at
the kitchen sink, and went carefully
over my clothes for any stray blood-
stains. Then I walked out the front
door to the new car and drove off to

ick up my mother who was at her

riend’s house.”

justice triumphs

“When did you finish up your job?”
he was asked.

He said the rest of that Friday
passed as usual. He had had a light
evening meal in the kitchen. Then

around nine, after his mother had
gone to bed, he had gone for another

angrily. Then, seein that he’d made

a mistake, he broke off. “Excuse me,

he apologized ecg 6 “T thought you
y

were the manager. wife met with
an accident this morning, and I’m
badly upset.”

Winter showed his badge.

“That’s what we came to see about.
You’re wanted down at Headquarters
_-to explain how the accident hap-

pened!" f

The man looked surprised. “But
I was just going to see my wife,” he
protested.

“You can do that later,” Lawrence

assured him. ‘“She’s unconscious,
anyway. .
As Brumbach grumblingly reached
for his hat, an attractive young wo-
man entered from the chamber ad-
joining. Winter turned to her:

“Miss Brumbach?”.

She nodded. :

“We'll need you, too, Miss Brum-
bach,” he said quietly.

Anger flashed into the young wo-
man’s eyes. :

“Why, this is an outrage,” she
“J don’t see why we should
have to go down there. It wasn’t our,
fault she jumped into the tub!”

Brumbach turned to his sister. _

“Never mind, Claire,” he advised.
“Let’s go down there and get it over
with—it shouldn’t take long.”

Upon their arrival at Headquarters,
Brumbach was ushered into Scraf-
ford’s office. .

“Your name is Dell Brumbach?” he
inguered. .

he man hesitated.
“No. Dell Richardson!”
“Why did you register as Brum-

TRUE CRIME CASES

ride in the Packard, returning about
eleven.

“You weren’t afraid someone would
go to the basement?”

“No,” he answered, “The door was
locked, and I had the only key in
my pocket.”

At midnight, Church had returned
to the basement. There was a side
door which opened on the drive and
he hauled Daugherty’s body out to
the waiting car. He had thrown a

uilt over it and at the bridge hoisted
the body over the parapet and let it
drop into the water,

“Did you drive straight to the
bridge?” asked Hanrahan.

Church answered that he had driven
around Chicago looking for a place to
leave the corpse, but not until he was
crossing Desplaines Bridge and saw
no one about, did he decide to get
rid of it there.

Back home again, he had made a

. second trip to the basement, and

through’ the same side door, rolled
Ausmus and dragged him to the
garage.

The rest the detectives knew; that
Ausmus had been buried alive, with
Church stamping on his neck to make
the body fit into the too-short grave;

that Daugherty had been unmerci-
fully slain and cast in a watery grave.

Early the following morning, Church
said he had awakened and started for
the farm, driving the new twin-six
Packard for which he’d committed a
double murder.

At his trial, Church pleaded in-
sanity. But the jury was unimpressed
and found him guilty of first-degree
murder. He was sentenced to be
hanged the first week in March, 1922.

_The Supreme Court u held the ver-
dict. The Governor re used to com-
mute his sentence, in spite of influen-
tial pressure. Then Church went on
a hunger strike for weeks. Prison
physicians resorted to forcible feed-
ing, but still he lost more than 40
pounds.

By March 4, the execution date, he
had fallen into a stupor from his
fasting. Two turnkeys brought an arm
chair to his cell and, in this, they car-
ried him to the gibbet. The noose was
quickly adjusted, and, ten minutes
later the prison doctor announced:

“This man is dead!”

Thus, Harvey Church the cowardly,
cringing double ayer paid for his
folly; his defiance o the oft-repeated
adage: “Crime Does Not Pay!”

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ROMEO OF THE BROTHELS

(Continued from page 9)

bach then?” Scrafford asked, sharply.
“Weren't you married to the girl?’

“Sure, I was married,” the man re-
plied. “But we were on our honey-
moon, and I didn’t want my friends
butting in.”

plausible story

“Where are you from?” the cap-
tain asked next.

“Portland, Oregon.”

“Well, let’s hear what happened
last night,” he prompted. “The doctors
me. your wife is in pretty bad shape.”

he man shrugged.

“There isn’t a great deal to tell.
I married my wife, Patricia, in Van-
couver, Washington, ten days ago. We
decided to spend part of our honey-
moon in Seattle. My sister, Claire,
came with us.

“When we got here, we took ad-
joining rooms, and that night Pat and
my sister quarreled. Both are quick-
tempered, and they don’t get along
very well. When the hotel people
complained of the noise, I took them
out for a ride. .

“Last night we were having some
drinks and my wife got hysterical. I
gee her three sleeping pills to quiet

er, but they didn’t seem to help
much. She started screaming, and
finally I had to slap her and put her
to bed.

“She was quiet awhile, and then
she jumped up and began screaming
again. She said the pills I had given
her weren’t nag enough to do any
good—she wante something more
powerful.

“J refused. Then, suddenly, she ran
to the window, tried to jump out. It
was all I could do to drag her back.
I saw that something would have to
be done, and I.gave her more pills.

“This time they seemed to take
effect. She grew quieter and, about
two-thirty, said she guessed she’d
take a bath. She went into the
bathroom and closed the door. The
next thing I knew, I heard her
scream!”

“I ran in and saw her lying in the
tub. There was about six inches of
scalding water in it. I called my sis-
ter and we carried her back to the
bed. At the time I didn’t think she
was badly burned, but later she
seemed to get worse. I called a doc-
tor then, and they took her to the
Harborview Hospital.”

Scrafford remarked, mildly:

“You say your wife was in the habit
of taking drugs?”

The bridegroom hung his head.

“Yes,” he admitted. “I didn’t know
about it until after we were married.
She must have been setting i dope
somewhere in Portland. st night
she ran out of the stuff, and I was
trying to break her of it when it
pat acing ol .

rumbach’s—or Richardson’s—story
seemed plausible. Scrafford knew
that people would do queer things un-
der the influence of dope. But the
man’s explanation about the name
sounded phony. Hadn’t he married
the girl, after all?

He decided to hold Richardson and
his sister until he could investigate
further. Meantime, he turned to Win-
ter and Lawrence.

“Drive down to Vancouver and see
if the fellow really married the girl!”
he instructed. “Get all the facts you
can, and hurry them back!”

If the girl was a drug addict, as
Richardson claimed, an examination
should quickly determine the fact,
Scrafford surmised. He sped to the
hospital.

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in the tall chamber of the old house

at 2917 Fulton Street on Chicago’s
far West Side. It clung to the sweat-
polished skin of John Powell as he
wielded his wrecking bar against stub-
born lath and mortar.

It was time the old stone-faced tene-
ments were coming down to make way
for modern structures. Once they too
had been new and proud, brilliantly

Fis PLASTER SILT hung thickly

‘lighted and filled with laughter and

happy memories of it. Then, decade by
decade, they had become shabby, de-
crepit. And what misery, what squalid
horrors their walls had enclosed no one
could guess,

But John Powell was not a whit
bothered by the secrets known only to
the sagging beams, the spreading joists.
His job was to rip the walls apart. He
jabbed the bar into a gap in the ceiling
and threw his powerful shoulders into
the leverage against the old laths.

They gave way with a rattle of stony
fragments upon the floor, and a fresh
cloud of dust spewed down from. the
cavern between the ceiling and the
upper floor. Turning his face to keep
the sifting particles out of his eyes,
Powell did not see the parcel roll from
the hole, but he heard its heavy thud
below.

It was oblong in shape, nearly a yard
long and possibly a foot in diameter,
and from his perch on the stepladder
the Negro laborer noted that it was
wrapped in newspapers yellowed with
age.

Powell’s heart skipped a beat. Had
he stumbled upon some old treasure
hoard, sealed and forgotten in the
‘tween-floors space? He hustled down
the shaky steps and unknotted the

"That's the story," said Harvey Church (left), penning his signature
to a confession as Special Investigator Ben Newmark watches closely.

heavy cord wound around the package.

The paper cover fell apart. Powell
stared into ‘the eyeless sockets and
grinning jaws of a human skull. He
rose, backing toward the door, then
whirled into the corridor and sped to
the street. A block away he came upon
a bluecoated officer who listened to a
few, stammered sentences and went
himself to the old house at No. 2917.

It was midafternoon late in August
of 1945 when the grisly parcel was de-
posited on the desk of Captain Jerome
Looney at the Warren Avenue station-
house. Within half an hour Dr. Samuel
Levinson, the coroner’s physician, veri-
fied the original guesses of Captain
Looney and others of the force who
had seen its contents.

“This is the complete skeleton ‘of an
adult. How or when death occurred it
is impossible now to say.”

The approximate time was indicated
by the newspapers in which.the bones
had been concealed. They had been
published in Pittsburgh in 1896.

“And the body doubtless was sealed
up above the ceiling as long ago as
that,” the captain said. “It’s no solving
of this case there'll be, I’m thinking.”

“A murder, I suppose?” the officer
who brought in the bones surmised.

“What else? Do honest folk go bury-
ing their rightful dead in the walls?”
Captain Looney’s eyes roved to the far
wall of his office, and seemed to pierce
its solidity as though it were merely
the barrier of Today, damning back a
flood of Yesterdays. “The 2900 block
on Fulton,” he mused. “And a rare
block for butchery that has been in its
time.”

“Rarer, even, than we knew, evi-
dently,” the patrolman interposed,

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two salesmen," argued Coroner Peter Hoffman.

eying the bare skull with disfavor.

“Do you remember—24 years ago
this very month, it was—the bloody
horror in ‘that selfsame block? We
could not believe it; even those of us

.that saw with our own eyes and heard

with our own ears. Not even after the
trap was sprung, and the book marked
closed.”

“I was a kid in knee britches then,”

‘the bluecoat grinned. “Or a kid with-

out his knee britches, maybe I should
say. Sneaking dives into the river off
the bridge pilings. “But I recall some-
what of that affair. Began, didn’t it,
with the sale of a car?” |

“If you’d been swimming in the Des-
plaines River out in Maywood that day
the body came drifting by,” Captain
Looney said, “you’d not be forgetting.
Yes, it started in the showroom of a
Packard sales company, downtown. . . .”

Body In The River

Bernard J. Daugherty and Carl Aus-
mus were a crack salesman ‘team in
those days when the big Packard twin
sixes were almost unmatched in auto-
motive luxury.’ It was a tossup, when
they took out a prospective customer
for a demonstration, whether the ma-
chine or they got the more attention,
for they were twins in size, like. the
purring motors beneath the long hood,

.and bulked over the common run of

men as their big limousines lorded it
over ordinary automobiles.

Each tipped the scales at better than
200 pounds knit solidly around a big
frame. Daugherty was a native of
St. Paul, although he had worked in
the East before settling in Chicago.
Ausmus, a war veteran, came from
Bloomington, III.

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It was Daugherty’s body that was
found face down in the river with the
wrists handcuffed together behind him
and the legs bound with hempen rope.
His ‘skull was fractured and his neck
broken, His face was hammered to a
pulp. ;

The first detectives on the case were
stumped as to a possible motive, unless,
they conjectured from the savagery ‘of
the assault on the big man, he was the
victim of an insanely jealous husband,
or perhaps of the love-crazed and dis-
appointed suitor of some beauty more
susceptible to the auto salesman’s
charms than his own.

Robbery seemed ruled out by the
discovery of $27 in cash, an expensive
gold watch and other pawnable trin-
kets on the corpse. It was identified
by papers in a wallet.

Even as the body was hauled from
the stream an inquiry after Daugherty
was being made at Chicago police
headquarters. He had been missing
since noon the day before, when he
and Ausmus left the Packard salesroom
to close a deal for a $5,400 machine.

Ausmus also had vanished. Company
records disclosed that the customer for
whom the costly auto was destined was
Harvey Church of 2922 Fulton Street.
He had first appeared at the Packard
showroom about a week earlier for a
demonstration of the car, after which
he ordered it for the following Thurs-
day morning. He was to have paid cash
for the’ machine, and Daugherty and
Ausmus had driven him from the sales-
room to a West Side bank to get the
money. t

Lieutenant John Norton of the head-
quarters detective detail was placed in
charge of the investigation of Daugh-
erty’s brutal murder. He and Peter
M. Hoffman, the colorful Cook County
coroner, noted Daugherty’s size and
learned from his employers that the
salesman—like his partner Ausmus—
was athletic and in fine physical -con-
dition.

“Then,” said Hoffman, “it must have
taken at least a couple of guys to maul
him around like this, A couple, any-
way, unless Ausmus did it?”

“But why,” asked one of the Packard
people, “would Carl Ausmus attack his
partner?”

Hoffman reminded them that the two
men were to have picked up $5,400 in
cash at the bank. Further, he pointed
out, the handcuffs pinning the victim’s
arms behind him were Army issue,
and Ausmus-was a veteran. Of course,
these could have been obtained at any
of hundreds of stores handling goods
left over from military supplies after
the war. .

“There was something strange about
that trip to the bank,” a Packard rep-
resentative said.

Daugherty had asked for a company
chauffeur to be sent for him and Aus-
mus,-since young Church was to take
possession of the Packard upon turning
over the cash at the bank: Edward
Skelba, the chauffeur, had remained
parked outside the institution for two
hours, but the salesmen did not appear.
He went finally to a nearby pharmacy
to phone his office, and when he re-

turned there was a square of paste-
board attached to his steering wheel.
The Packard representative turned it
over to the detectives. It was one of
Daugherty’s business cards. On the
back was inscribed a brief message.

Ed: Go back to the office. Will come
in later.—B. J. D.

By then the bank was closed. Skelba
made his report at the office and from
that time until'a small boy found the
corpse in the river, their employers
had heard nothing of either Bernard
Daugherty or Carl Ausmus.

“Doesn’t seem likely anything much
could have happened to a couple of
men their size, especially when they
were together,” said Coroner Hoffman.
“How big was Church?”

“Pint-size,” came the reply. “Anemic
looking. He doesn’t weigh an ounce
over 130 pounds.”

“Then it’s a cinch,” the gruff coroner
concluded peremptorily, “that he didn’t
manhandle even one of your boys like
this, let alone the both of ’em.”

Lieutenant Norton and his men took
up the trail at the bank where the two
salesmen apparently had disappeared.
Harvey Church, it was rémembered
had been there the day before, and
had withdrawn $200 from his account.
This left a balance of only $25.

Cellar Slaughterhouse

The police could not reconcile such
a picayune financial transaction with
the purchase of a $5,400 limousine,
presumably for cash. Nor could they,
when they drew up in front of the
Church residence in Fulton Street, en-
vision the tenant of such a drab old
dwelling fitting a luxurious car into
his standard of living.

“But you can’t tell about money,”
Norton shrugged. “It’s popped up in
stranger places.” :

Inside the house drawn shades. shut

Accused of double murder, this
youth turned the tables on the
officers by forcing an innocent
man to confess to the slayings.

-oner Hoffman exclaimed. “But how? .

the sunlight away from modestly fur- ~
nished rooms which had a musty odor *
about them. There was nothing un-
usual to be observed about the place
until the lieutenant led the way into
the basement.

It looked like an abattoir. Long
streaks of blood stained the concrete
floor. Newspapers and clothing were
gore-soaked and littered the whole
room. Smashed furniture evidenced a
battle to the death.

A hammer, a hatchet and a baseball
bat all bore traces of blood. But the
most interesting objects in the cellar
were two bloody hats. In the sweat-
band of one were the initials “B.J.D.;”
in the other appeared. the letters “C.A.”

‘Daugherty and Ausmus both!” Cor-

Surely a little punk like Harvey Church
couldn’t have handled them by him-
self.”

Poking through a heap of rubbish in
the corner, Norton came up with a
short piece of hempen rope. He com-
pared it with the length of stout cord
he had removed from Daugherty’s
body. They were the same.

The officers found a picture of
Church in an upstairs bedroom. They
agreed he was scarcely a formidable
appearing fellow. In a dresser drawer
were several letters from the youth’s
father. These were postmarked from
Adams, Wis.

Norton and his men spread through
the neighborhood, questioning every-
one. One woman had seen the big
Packard roll up to the curb before
No. 2922 about 1 o’clock the previous
afternoon.

“There were three people in it,” she
said. “One was the Church boy. And
two men, very big men. They stayed
in the machine while Harvey went in-
side. I was busy with some work in
my house. When I looked out again,
the sedan was gone.” —

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and took a step toward the newcomer. He
stared intently at Parisi for a moment,
then pointed to a chair. “Sit down!” he
commanded, and Tony obeyed without a
word.

“Look at me, Tony,’ Church went on,
his voice knifelike and compelling. “You
killed two men, didn’t you, Tony? You
murdered those two Packard. salesmen,
Daugherty and Ausmus, you and Wilson,
and then you tried to hang the killings on
me. That’s right, isn’t it? Tell these
men...”

Parisi looked slowly around with eyes
that seemed not to see the detectives and
state’s attorney’s men.

“Yes, that’s right,” he echoed hollowly.
“We killed Daugherty and Ausmus. Wilson
and me.” :

Church gave none of the others a chance
to question Parisi.’ Now that the un-
expected confession had come, he was
zealous in his efforts to clear himself of
the horrible crime. He shot question after
question at the stunned Parisi, drawing
from him admissions of details of the
slayings.

Under Harvey’s prompting Parisi told
how he and Bags Wilson had met the auto
salesmen after they left Church at the
downtown restaurant, how they had lured
the two men to Church's home and into
the basement, where they set upon their
victims with the hand axe and bludgeons.
Parisi said that theft of the $5,400 in
Liberty bonds which Harvey had paid for
the Packard was the motive for the mur-
ders, and that revenge on Church for his
anti-union activities—by making him seem
the slayer—was an afterthought.

Parisi’s confession was taken down by a
police stenographer and the hapless youth
signed it. He had scarcely put down the

| pen when Bags Wilson was brought in.

“Is this your accomplice?” Inspector
Newmark asked.

Parisi glanced at Wilson and nodded.
“Sure. He’s the one.”

“You’re a damned Har!” Wilson shouted.
“Why, this mushbrain never saw me be-
fore in his life.” :

“Take him outside,” Newmark ordered,
indicating Wilson. “We'll deal with him
separately.” :

In an anteroom Wilson admitted that he
knew Harvey Church slightly, then de-
manded to hear the full reason for his
arrest. ;

“Those killings?” he exploded after
being informed of the cause for his deten-
tion. “I was at work all that day. , You
can check at .the plant.”

Two detectives left on that mission.
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don’t believe we’ll need your help in here
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"This kid,"’ said Lieutenant John
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buy that expensive sedan. So he
killed two salesmen to possess it.”

a single trace of Carl Ausmus yet.”

“We'll find him, just like his partner,
deader’n a mackerel,” Norton persisted.
“Let’s go in and see what the old man
has to say about-this affair.”

Police Chief Charles Fitzmorris can-
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the facts Norton and the cororer laid
before him. He agreed that the ob-
vious clues pointed directly to Harvey
Church, and none other, as a murderer.
And he conceded Hoffman’s point, too.

_ After all, how could the little fellow
have overpowered giants like Daugh-
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investigation from that point forward.
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second search of the Church premises
for a lead to Ausmus. Meanwhile he
waited anxiously for a report from the
ee town where Church’s father
lived. ;

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handcuffs which had been filed from ~

Daugherty’s wrists and began a weary
canvass of Army and Navy stores in
Chicago, trying to trace the purchaser.
ra carried Church’s photograph with
them.

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Izenstock on South Clark Street, just
below Madison, they met a clerk who
said a young. man greatly resembling
Church had bought a set of cuffs a few
days before.

This knowledge convinced the Chi-
cago detectives they were making no
mistake in ordering Harvey Church
picked up for murder. And nabbed he
was, within 24 hours, in Adams, Wis.

“Quite a sport he made himself out

up here,” Marshal Joseph Paulsen told

the Chicago detectives who journeyed
to the mid-Wisconsin town to take
Church into their custody. “That there
Packard—” the local officer chuckled—
“it was about as hard to spot as a black
eye in church. Had a nice looking jane
riding in it with him, he did, when... .”

“Never mind her,” one of the officers
from the city spoke up. “We'll just
take Church and get back.”

The youth had retained two lawyers,
who agreed upon his return to Illinois,
provided they accompanied him. Mrs.
Church and the young man’s father, a
highly respected citizen in the little
city, insisted their son was innocent of
any wrongdoing, but agreed it was
best that he go back to Chicago and
clear himself.

Church drove the new Packard, with
the detectives beside him in the front
seat.. They refrained from talking
about the slaying of Daugherty, but
questioned Harvey about his acquisi-
tion of so expensive a car.

“You paid cash for it?” one asked.

“That’s right,” came the cheery reply.

“Draw the money from your bank?”

“Oh, no.’ I had it in Liberty bonds.
They're negotiable, you know. I just
signed them over. Five $1,000 bonds
and four for $100 each.”

“You got a bill of sale, of course?”

Church fished in. a pocket without -

taking his eyes from the road. He

handed over a folded square of paper.’

The officers scanned it. No bill of sale
this, they noted, but merely an order
slip for the limousine. They returned it
to the driver without comment.

Second Corpse Found -

The miles rolled beneath the singing
tires until the machine crossed the
state line into Illinois. Once within their
own jurisdiction, the two detectives
pushed Church out from behind the
wheel and took over. It was 3 o’clock
in the morning when they reached the
old Criminal Courts building, a grim
bulk in Randolph Street just west of
the Loop.

All the way down from Wisconsin
young Church had been carefree,
cocky. But when he was ushered be-
fore Captain Mullen, Lieutenant Norton
and two assistants to State’s Attorney
Robert E. Crowe, who had been waiting
for this interview, he seemed a little’
scared, and completely bewildered.

They asked him again about his pay-

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Church hunted carefully through his
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rrp together, and I drove hofne by ‘my-
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that?” queried Ben Newmark, chief in-
vestigator for the state’s' atorney.

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“You have no idea how Bernard Daugh-
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Harvey Church half rose from his chair,
his small thin face shades paler. “Mur-
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hopheads, thugs, con men, thieves—knaves
of high and low degree. They were crooks
who made headlines from coast to coast,
and two-bit killers who rated only a para-
graph on a back page of the bulldog edi-
tion. But each was memorable in his own
way. Let me tell you about a few.
The weirdest murderer I ever met was
a poor, uneducated runt named Harvey
Church. He was like something out of
fantastic fiction. I shall never forget him.
You have heard of snakes hypnotizing
birds. Harvey Church did that with his
victims. And he almost hypnotized me!
The anemic half-pint brutally murdered
two stalwart men, Carl Ausmus and Ber-
nard Daugherty. He dumped one of the
bodies in the river and buried the other
in a cinder pit.
My old pal Peter Hoffman, then coroner
of Cook County, IIL, handled this case.
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nor any of the police could believe the
dwarfish little monster had committed the
double crime in the way he described.

Daugherty was a powerfully built man
weighing more than 200 pounds. Ausmus
was likewise broad-shouldered and athletic.
Both were in excellent physical shape.
Either could have picked up the diminu-
tive Church and swung him head over
heels, ;

“You say you carried the bodies of
these men away by yourself?” Coroner
Hoffman asked the killer. “How did you
do it?” The runt looked at the circle of
men around him, then walked up to the
biggest of the lot, a mammoth detective.
“This is how,” he said. He swung the
huge officer onto his shoulders and walked
easily around the room with him.

Another question still puzzled me.
“How did you overpower and kill two
big men in the first place?”

Church turned his moody gaze on me,
and it was then I noticed a peculiar cat-
ltke look in his eyes.

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his sallow face. “I
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able beneath ‘his stare. There was some- a
thing extremely uncanny about the fellow, - 4
and I had the feeling that he could, if 2
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had done with his. two victims, .
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murders,” he went on cryptically. “That 4
is, they'll try to hang me. But / won’t be @
present.” ~%
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hooey but later we had Cause to remem-
ber it, for Church’s words Proved strange
ly prophetic, om
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and in due course.
took him to the gallows and hanged him,
But they had to hang him sitting dow en
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saying when he predicted, “J won't be at
the hanging.”

WEL you can take it or leave it,
but that’s exactly how it happened.

You would have to look far indeed before :

you would find another murderer to match
that pasty-faced runt with the catlike eyes.
He was the creepiest specimen I ever met.

The various slayers I’ve known, though
of different sorts? all had one thing in
common, a sort of wide-eyed, childish
wonder. “Why are you making so much
fuss about this?” each seemed to ask. I
never knew one whd showed any remorse
for his crime. :

Most of these murder cases centered in

the old Cook County Criminal Courts .

building in North Dearborn. Street, a
gloomy, dungeon-like . brick and _ stone
structure. And the gloomiest chamber in
it was the press room.

Its unswept floor was littered with cig-
arette stubs and empty whisky bottles; the
unwashed window was flyspecked and
broken, and the grimy walls covered with
typical drawings and scurrilous verse. In
one corner stood a battered old desk and
typewriter, the property of the City Press
reporter.

In this quixotic atmosphere the cav-
aliers of the Fourth Estate gathered the
news of major crimes.

A frequent visitor was Ben Hecht, then
on a local afternoon sheet, and this very
press room provided the scene and in-
spiration for the stage and screen play
The Front Page, which he wrote with
Charles MacArthur.

An important character in the play was :

“Terrible Tommy” O’Connor.

Like Harvey Church, O’Connor was an
undersized killer, and he actually escaped
the gallows,-but there the resemblance
ended. O’Connor had flaming red hair
that stood straight up from his bulletlike
head, a toothbrush moustache and a wild,
popeyed stare. With a snootful of coke
and a gun in his hand he was as danger-

ous as dynamite with a sputtering fuse.

A three-time killer, he was sentenced
to death, but just before the date set for
his éxecution in December of 1921, he got
hold of a gun (in a manner never fully
explained) and blasted his way out gf jail.

The whole place was in a turmoil, with
gongs ringing, guards running about, and
reporters dashing frantically for tele-
phones to bawl to their city editors,
“Tommy O’Connor just lammed out of
the can!” :

They never did catch up with him. Vl
bet you ten to one they never will.

In The Front Page Hecht and Mac-
Arthur had the prisoner escape. by crawl-
ing: inside the old rolltop desk in the press
room. This may have seemed pretty far-
fetched, but as a matter of fact a break like
that actually happened at the Illinois state
penitentiary. Curiously enough, this
Stateville breezer was also named O’Con-
nor (Jimmy O’Connor) and, like Tommy
and Harvey Church, he too was a sawed-
off runt, only about five feet tall. Jimmy
curled up inside a rolltop desk in the
prison factory and was carted out to
freedom.

A further word on Ben Hecht might be
in order since, in his way, he was as pic-
turesque as any of the people he wrote
about. Ben and I worked together on the

‘old Chicago Journal, pounding out copy

on rusty typewriters at an ancient desk,
and in his idle moments he was addicted
to writing poetry, which he stowed in a
briefcase. That was the proper place for
it. It was hardly the sort of literature
you’d mail to a magazine.

After the last edition had gone to press,
Ben would pick up his briefcase and visit
the press rooms at Criminal Courts, Fed-
eral building and the city hall. In each
he would gather an audience of newspaper

‘men, light his pipe, slant his derby back

on his head, and with a saturnine look
recite his verses with enormous gusto.

The raucous laughter of his colleagues -

was the only reward he wanted.
The city hall press room, by the way,

was a replica of that at Criminal Courts,
and even noisier, for a crap game went
on there almost continuously. The room
was next to the police commissioner’s
office, and often that dignitary’s visitors
would be startled by shouts heard through
the wall. “Roll them bones! Little Joe,
come to papa! Mama needs a new pistol !”

BE HECHT. went to the Chicago
News and I to the American, both
afternoon sheets, and we often got the
same assignments.. One such was an in-
terview with John D. Rockefeller, Jr.,
when he came to give a big wad of money
to the Baptist church. Through a misun-
derstanding of timetables, the church del-
egation failed to meet him, but Ben and I
were at the station a minute after the
train pulled in.

Neither of us had ever seen Mr. ‘Rocke-
feller, but we got a-description from the
Pullman porter—“A heavyset gen’man in
a long black benny”’—and we went search-
ing through the station till we spotted a
man in a black overcoat with a fur collar,
moving slowly through the crowd. We
closed in on him from either side.

“Are -you by any chance Mr. Rocke-
feller ?” I asked.

He greeted us with a pleasant smile.
He had the benign expression of a trust-
ing child.

“Why, yes,” he said. “Are you gen-
tlemen from the church?”

“Not yet,” said Ben. “So far, we're
just a couple of newspaper bums.” Then
he pulled me aside to whisper, “Look!
We've got the world’s richest man in our
power, and nobody knows it. What do
you say we kidnap him, bundle him into a
taxi, take him to a hideaway and collect
a million dollars ransom?”

Damned if he didn’t talk as if he meant
it!

But we did not kidnap Mr. Rockefeller.
We delivered him in good shape to the
Baptists. : ,

The dismal old dungeon in North Dear-
born Street was replaced by a new Crimi-

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side, and the gallows, gave way to the
electric chair, Everything was stream-
lined, including the Press room; which is
no more like the old hangout than the
Blackstone Hotel is like a flop. joint.

hey even put in a ping-pong table for
the gentlemen of the press !

The surroundings are different now, but
the reporters are stil] the same. A few
of them are the very men who covered
Criminal Courts 30-odd years ago.

The prisoners, however, never seem to
change. The last time I visited the new
county jail was to interview a sloe-eyed
Polish girl who had just rid herself of her
husband with a .22 slug. She was young,
as pretty as they come, and tractable
enough when I first sat talking with her.

A group of female social workers had
Picked that afternoon to visit the jail, and
they insisted upon being shown all
through the women’s quarters. The war-
den warned then that some of the charac-
ters in the cells were not quite up to snuff
on the social amenities, but the committee
went on in anyway.

They got stony silence from the pris-
oners’ as they. walked through the corri-
dors. Each woman in a cell stood
clutching her bars, and the looks that fol-
lowed the visitors
milk and honey. At last the group of
ladies started for the door. All except one
prim little creature who stayed behind for
a final look at the Polish murderess,

The girl broke off her talk with me
and let loose on the woman outside the
cell. “Okay, you old buzzard!” she
screeched. “You’ve seen us all. Now get
out of here and go home and open a can
of beans for your old man.”

' Not all of the interesting characters
were in jail, however, nor even in the
press rooms. You could find others just
as unusual on the bench and at the bar.“

I especially remember Judge Kenesaw
Mountain Landis, whose federal court [
often covered. Once you saw the judge
you couldn’t forget him! With his mane
of flowing white hair and leonine face, he
looked like an oil portrait by one of. the
old masters, and when he went into action
he was like a whirlwind. ee
_ He not only presided as judge in his
court. He was jury, Prosecuting attorney

-and-lawyer_for. the_defense... -He. ran. the

-whole show alone. The others just stood.

Mr. Baird. And a reader as
of the best in fact-detective
He knows the field from experience.

were not dripping with ~

- As I recall, he

—~of fishlike stare. After a

aside and watched.

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And he usually put
on a good show

whenever a newspaper-
man showed up, for he was never averse
to publicity. In fact, he loved it.

He was as rough on the lawyers as he
was on the crooks, A particular pain in
the neck to him was Attorney George
Renius, a flabby, round-faced. baldish man
known to us reporters as “Uncle Remus.”

Landis took a special delight in deflat-
ing him when he appeared in court with
his bootlegging clients. Remus not only
defended bootleggers; he dipped into the
business himself, and the upshot was he
got hooked with $10,000 fine and a two-
year prison sentence.

Thus Judge Landis became czar of base-
ball and “Uncle Remus” became No. 17131
in the Big House at Atlanta.

TERE federal court in those days was

far from dull, but for real down-to-
earth human drama, the place to go was
Criminal Courts.

From time to time Over a period of
years I covered the various trials in these
courts of a lumpish, hoglike fellow named
Gene Geary. He was aborn killer who
slew merely ‘for pleasure, and there was
never any doubt about his guilt. But al-
ways, by hook ‘or crook, he went free—
until at last a jury, tired of seeing him
around so often, sent him to the bughouse,
where he went violently insane.

Speaking of screwball: killers, I’m re-
minded of Carl Wanderer, a returned sol-
dier from World: War I who ‘murdered
his wife and her unborn baby, and an
unknown tramp he employed as a dupe.
I’ve always been sore at the guy, for he
made a sucker of me, also.

Along with other newspaper men as-
signed to the story, I played him up as a
war hero who had bravely shot it out with
a holdup man. In the melee (so he told:
us) his wife was killed as well as the
“robber.”

Later, when ‘he stood revealed as an

‘unconscionable liar and one of the worst

murderers
in hell did
thing ?” :

He looked at me in his deadpan way,
seemed to have no eye-
gave his eyes a peculiar sort
pause, he replied,
~“T..wanted ..to: get. rid_of
didn’t want to be tied down,

of all time, I asked him, “Why
you want to do such a crazy.

lashes, which

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can tell you.”

here was no emotion in
expression on his face.
thing unpleasantly snakelike about him.

I never met a more c

I still retain that picture of him, but niy
best memory is of the lank, gaunt-faced
Wanderer on the gallows, bellowing a sen-
timental song, Dear Old Pal, like the —
idiot he was, just before he dropped to ae

his death.

The hangman never did a better job.

Chicago’s Strangest slaying was the
case, but it always seemed
to me that the central

was neither Nathan Leopold nor Richard
Loeb, but their. lawyer
I often watched ‘Darrow do his stuff,

Leopold-Loeb

and he always fascin

picturesque figure in his baggy clothes,
which looked as if he slept in them, with
his shaggy hair, which

have known
his deep-set,

such

his arms in an

effort,

None of that for Darrow.

calmly at the
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ing up from under hi
lost -in reverie. But
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Concerning crime, Darrow once said to
me (for magazine publication), “What
the public calls crime, such as burglary,

robbery, and larceny

tirely from the poor,
‘chance, no education,

a living.
poverty.”

But he couldn’t use
he defended Loeb and

The great

sons of wealthy men.

educated and

They admitted ki

Franks, their only defense being they “did

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Ed Baird counted

anderer. That’s all I

a barber’s care, and with

brooding eyes, Equally dis-
tinctive was his courtroom manner.

He was unlike other criminal lawyers

- of that time,

Charlie Erbstein, who would. rant and

rave at witnesses, and strut about waving

defense table,

had every chance in life.
Neither had to earn a living.

his. voice, no
There was some-

old-blooded killer.

character in this ce

Clarence Darrow.

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seemed never to

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when it came time
he would hold the

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cause of crime js

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Leopold. Both were
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Years of psychiatric research never had
turned up another instance of two brothers
going insane at the very same instant.

The Espositos drove the Bellevue doctors
wild. When they even bothered to answer ques-
tions, they talked gibberish. And, for no sane
reason, they sometimes would burst out in wild
laughter and go on rampages to the point
where they would have to be restrained.
The routine went on for two solid months
before the Bellevue staff was ready with a ver-
dict. Unanimously, it was decided the brothers
both were malingering and were undoubtedly
sane. They hadn’t fooled the experts.

That decision didn’t dampen the brothers’
play-acting in court one bit. Three times, the
judge was forced to halt their trial. Once,
Tony broke things up by pouring a bottle of
ink over his head. It made a good act when
reported in the papers, but the jury wasn’t
convinced. It found both brothers guilty, a
verdict calling for a death sentence.

When the brothers got to Sing Sing, they
didn’t change their tactics. They tried harder.

They had to be force-fed to be kept alive
at times. Often, they would sit on their cots
for hours just rocking back and forth. Finally,
so weakened by their own hunger and inac-
tivity, both became bedridden.

The governor finally appointed a special
lunacy commission to examine them. The ex-
perts reported back they were sane. A couple
of months later, however, three independent
psychiatrists examined the Espositos. Their
verdict was that the brothers were insane!

The report caused a sensation in the news-
papers. Editorialists warned that if the Mad
Dog Killers were allowed to beat the death
sentence, other murderers would be encouraged
to try “the crazy way out.”

The governor appointed another panel, com-
posed of leading psychiatrists from state men-
tal institutions, and announced he would be
guided by its findings. Three days before the
brothers were slated to die, the panel re-
ported that the Espositos were faking.

Even that verdict didn’t discourage the kill-
ers. Too enfeebled to walk, they had to be
wheeled into the execution chamber. As they
were lifted into the electric chair one at a time,
they seemed to see and hear nothing.

Another killer who carried on a long-term
insanity. act was Pittsburgh Phil Strauss, the
deadliest exterminator of Murder Inc. °

When Phil finally was nailed by the law—
along with another Murder Inc. killer, Buggsy |
Goldstein—he went into a looney act after it
became apparent he faced the chair.

Phil put on a blank stare and pretended not
to hear any questions. When his lawyer said to
him, “You're going on trial for murder,” Phil
just blinked and replied: “They don’t feed you
nothin’ hete.”

Phil made his pitch for the crazy way out
by scurrying around his cell and fighting and
kicking. He would grab hold of the bars and
it would take several guards to break his grip.

He would scream and wail through the night.
Once the Beau Brummell of the Brooklyn un-
derworld, Pittsburgh Phil let his hair grow
long, unkempt and tangled. He grew a beard
and tied it up in ribbons. Strange actions in-
deed for the neat, six-foot-two fashionplate
who always had the molls swooning over him.

When he was brought into court for ar-
raignment, he got only a look of utter as-
tonishment from Buggsy Goldstein. Buggsy
curled a lip. “You make me sick to look at
you,” he said to his ex-partner.

Phil just stared at Buggsy.

Strauss overlooked, however, a ccuple of
details in his insanity masquerade. One came
immediately after his arrest, when he had tried
to make a deal with the district uclorney’s
office to turn stoolie in the investiga... Phil
had written a perfectly coherent yote.c«quest-
ing a private interview. And, w! re He had
been granted the interview, he franeDehaved
in very normal fashion. His switch to madness
was too abrupt, three psychiatrists found.

Undaunted by their report, Phil took his
mad act into court. His lawyer called him to
the stand and the court clerk administered the
oath to him three times. And three times Phil _
remained mute. The judge finally dismissed
him from the stand in disgust. Strauss returned
to the defendant’s chair where he made eyes
at the members of the jury.

It was a good act, but not quite good
enough. Two psychiatrists who had studied
the killer in his cell and during court sessions
were called to the stand.

“There were no definite physical findings
that were pathological,” one testified.

The other had performed a_ neurological
study of the prisoner. “His reflexes were in
good order,” the psychiatrist declared. “There
was nothing abnormal I could detect.”

Phil took all this in silence. He continued to
pretend to be a million miles away.

Buggsy Goldstein, however, was violent,
hurling insult and obscenity at the judge.

Phil headed for Sing Sing still playing crazy.
At Grand Central Station, Buggsy Goldstein
put on qyite an act for the news photogra-
phers, jumping up and down and barking like
a seal, while he waited to board the prison
train. For the first time since he had gone into
his act, Phil broke down and smiled. Clearly,
Buggsy was far more crazy than Phil.

Strauss, however, kept up the insanity bit
right until the last day of his life. Then he
decided to go out showing the full contempt
he held for the world. He shaved his beard
and dressed up neatly. His girlfriend had been
given a special court pass to visit him. When
Phil entered the “little green door” that is
really brown that evening, he looked wordlessly
at the assembled witnesses, then sat down in
the chair. Just as the black mask was lowered
over his head, he tossed a final sneer at them.

Phil’s crazy act had all been wasted effort.

Another such was a man termed by news-
papers as “the mad dog killer of Long Island.”
Currently under sentence of death, his insanity
plea never really got off the ground.

For no other apparent reason than a thirst
for blood, the. man had slain several persons
on Long Island and forced hundreds of busi-
ness people to close their shops early rather
than be visited by the callous killer. All Long
Island lived in terror until he was caught.

THE accused prisoner was too proud of
his handiwork to deny he was the mad dog
slayer. He confessed to the killings, passing
them off as he had swatted so many flies.

“What the hell,” he said, “it was their time
to die, But I made a bad mistake. I should
have killed the guy who sold me the gun.
Then you wouldn’t have traced me and I
wouldn’t be here now.”

“Where would you be?” a detective asked.

“711 tell you,” he screamed. “I'd be all over
Long Island with another gun and more am-
munition. I’d be killing everybody.”

For days, the prisoner ranted along like that.
He had a history of mental disturbances and
it seemed that the wilder he acted, the more
logical a plea of insanity was going to be.

But the law is a funny thing. No matter
what he did, it appeared highly unlikely that
he could escape the death penalty, for the more
he talked, the more he brought himself closer
to the chair.

He kept bewailing his mistake of not having
bumped off his ex-con buddy who'd sold him
the gun and later confessed to the police. He
told how he had entertained thoughts all along
of killing the man and thus cutting off the
only living link between himself and the mad
slayer everyone was hunting. And that was
what showed how sane he really was. No mat-
ter how he ranted about killing people indis-
criminately, he had proved himself legally sane
in the eyes of the law. He knew his acts were
wrong and against the law as long as he ad-
mitted thinking about silencing the one person
who could betray him.

That’s what the law is interested in, whether
he knew right from wrong. And, apparently
all the legal maneuvering in the world won't
keep him out of the chair on insanity grounds.

_Another case in point is a man who killed
his former employer and claimed the unwritten
law, saying he was temporarily insane.

. The accused had worked as a superintendent

in an apartment house owned by the manag-

ing director of a Brooklyn realty firm. One
day, the realtor fired the super so he could
provide a' personal friend with a job.

Next morning, the dismissed super left his
home with a pair of pistols and lay in wait
for the realtor near the office. As his former
employer stepped from his car, he shot him.
_When a police officer got to the scene, the
killer, acting like a wild man, still was pump-
ing bullets into the victim’s body. But he
dropped his guns on the officer’s command and
immediately blurted out his motive: “He took
the bread and butter away from me, and I
took his life from him. I’m glad I did it.”

Behind bars, however, the ex-super began to
have second thoughts about his crime. He be-
gan to realize his story wasn’t going to beat a

murder charge and his fertile imagination
worked up a new tale.

A few days before the killing, he told police
who questioned him later, a tailor in the
neighborhood told him that the realtor was
playing around with a young girl who worked
in his office. “I thought about it and wondered
if he had been fooling with my wife, too,” the
prisoner confided.

“The night before the shooting, I went home
and couldn’t sleep. I asked my wife if she had
ever had illicit relations with him and she
didn’t answer immediately. So I told her I’d
forgive her if she told me the truth.

“Then she said, ‘Yes, two times.’

“From then on, I saw red. Everything from
that time on is a blank.”

That was the version the accused killer gave
the psychiatrist, too.

Naturally, from the first the doctors thought
he was faking. He knew that his wife was in-
nocent of any unfaithfulness and that his ex-
boss had not been infatuated with his wife.
He also knew that it would be quite easy for

the prosecution to rip apart that story. But
he pretended to be suffering from a delusion
that the realtor had cheated with his wife and
broken up his happy home, feeling an insane
man should act that way. The ex-super was a
pretty good actor and even bayed like a dog
fairly well at times, but the psychiatrists
weren’t impressed. He just didn’t know how
to fake a delusion. After spending hours ques-
tioning him about his past life, the doctors
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crime. Caught off guard, he told them how he

brooded about the alleged wrong and had tak-

en the two pistols and headed for his ex-em-
ployer’s office.

Off-handedly, a doctor asked him, “When
did your mind become a blank?”

“After I fired the first shot and saw him
sink to the pavement,” he blurted.

That finished him. He had admitted his
crime was premeditated and that he knew the
nature and quality of his act.

In court, he bayed at the judge, at the
prosecutor and at the jury. But then the ex-
perts testified and he fried.

Paul Hilton, a cop killer, tried to fake in-
sanity, too, but reacted wrongly when his
mental processes were questioned.

: The doctors learned that Hilton always car-
ried his gun in his upper right-hand pocket.
A couple of doctors made’sure Hilton could
overhear them, then declared: “He can’t be
very smart carrying a gun in that pocket in-
stead of a hip pocket, The bulge would be a
dead giveaway.”

Hilton came out of his trance of communi-
cating with the wee people to snap, “That’s
how much you know. If I carried the gun in
my hip pocket a cop would have known I
was reaching for a gun. Instead, when a cop
came up to me, I reached into this upper

pocket, pretending I was producing an identi-
fication card and, before he knew it, I had the
drop on him. The trick worked four times.”

It also worked on the occasion Hilton had
murdered a cop and his modus operandi was
enough to demonstrate premeditation and that
he was in his right senses. It condemned him.

Sometimes a criminal will fake insanity so

long ao hard that genuine insanity may very

sult.

A nasty Chicago killer, Harvey Church, once
wanted desperately to get his hands on a Pack-
ard car. He advertised for one and, when two
men showed up with a car, he ushered one
down into the cellar on a ruse and shot him
to death. Then he brought the other one down
and killed him, too. He had his car. :

When Harvey landed in the Death House, h
decided to put on an insanity act to end all
insanity acts. With remarkable physical con-
trol, a characteristic of some psychotics, he
put his body in a rigid sitting position and
stayed that way.

Even as the day came for him to hang, he
wouldn’t budge. The guards tried everything
to make him stand up. They even burned him
with matches, but Harvey wouldn’t move. All
they could do in the end was strap him in a
chair and lug him up the scaffold.

Amazingly, he didn’t even straighten up
when the trap was sprung. It made a weird
sight, witnesses reported, to see his body dan-
gling from the rope in a sitting position,

They even had to bury him in a sitting
position.

Somewhere along the line, Harvey Church
may well have crossed the line to insanity to
carry off that feat to the very end.

Shortly after his death, the State of Illinois
switched the method of execution from hang-
ing to electrocution. What if Harvey then had
put himself into an erect position? Chances
are he would have been the only condemned
man ever to get the juice through the soles of

his feet. What a crazy way out that would
have been!


-LIE DETECTOR

*
a

- July 8 in the Criminal court
- building on the petition of
~ Ciucci.

"all counts, John E. Reid, head

. of the lie detection agency at
’ 600 S. Michigan av., reported.

_ pected to be the final day of

whicagn Sunday Tribune
July 25, 1054

Part i—Page 38 &

Part 1—Page 14 R*

SUBPENAED FOR
2D CIUCCI TRIAL

Jurors to Hear Report
, Of Tests

A lie detector.machine was
subpenaed yesterday for the
second murder trial of Vin-
cent Ciucci, 27, previously sen-
tenced to 20 years in prison,
and on trial since last Mon-.
day for the murder of his
daughter, Angeline, 4.

The subpena was obtained
by Atty. William T. Gerber,
one of Ciuci’s three lawyers,
following adjournment of the
trial until 9:30 a. m. Monday
before Judge Richard B. Austin
in Criminal court.

Flunked Lie Tests
The subpena was for the
machine and data used in a
lie test administered to Ciucci

Ciucci flunked the test. on

Reid is to be one of the wit-

_ that Ciucci be given another

’ . The state, seeking the death

nesses tomorrow, Which is ex-

defense arguments, according
to Assistani State’s Atty. Jo-
seph V. McGovern. Reid. will
read the lie test report.

Assistant State’s Atty. Sam-
uel Papanek, chief prosecutor,
said he could not understand
Gerber’s reasons for subpena-
ing the machine and had no
objection to its introduction.
He said the agreement for the
appearance of Reid as a wit-
ness was obtained in order to
-give the jury an-understand-
ing of the machine.

~ wounded in the back early yés-

Fought Evidence

_ Gerber, who opposed Judge
Austin’s precedent-setting rul-
ing that the report may be ad-
mitted as evidence, said he be-
lieved the test did not truly
reflect %Ciucci’s answers to
questions concerning the death
of his wife, Ann, 28, Angeline,
and two other children Dec.
4 in their combination grocery
and apartment at 3101 Harri-
son st. -

“Favorable conditions ” are
required and conditions are
“not favorable in the Gray-
stone hotel,” he said, pointing
to the Criminal court building. |

Gerber added it was for this
reason he would not request

‘lie test in front of the jury.
Papanek said this unusual pro-
cedure would be subject to the
ruling of Judge Austin. —

penalty for Ciucci, heard testi-
mony yesterday by the under-
taker and embalmer who
handled the bodies; two police '
czime lab technicians who dis-
covered .22 caliber cartridges
and lead pellets in the Ciucci
home after fire swept it, and
Kasimir Simons, ballistics ex-

Simons testified that three
cartridge cases found in the
home were fired from a rifle
Ciucci had borrowed from a
friend the day . before the
deaths. |

He said, however, that a
in the head of Ciucci’s wife,
a pellet found in the head of
Angeline, and one found in a
pillowcase could have been

fired from the rifle or from

another with the samy barrel
markings.
Brawler’s Bullet Hits

Woman Bystander

Mrs. Manuela Hernandez, 42,
of 4548 S. Marshfield av. was

terday, apparently by a stray
bullet, one of several fired in}|
a brawl among a group of men},
in the back yard of her home.

—

- a

JURY SELECTION

1

BEGINS FOR 20)

“GHCCI TRIAL

Court Overrules Plea

for Venue Change

Selection ‘of a jury for the
second murder trial of Vincent
Ciucci, 27, accused of slaying
his wife: and three children,
was begun before Judge Rich-
ard B.-Austin in Criminal court
yesterday after Judge Austin
overruled a series of motions
by Ciucci’s attorney, William
Gerber. -

Ciucci already is under sen-
tence of 20 years on conviction
of murdering his wife, Anna,
28, last Dec. 5 in their grocery-
apartment at 3101 Harrison st.

Open New Trial in Slayings

children was opened.

Vincent Ciucci - (right) with Atty. William Gerber (left) and
Bailif Daniel Caponigri in Criminal court building yesterday as
second trial in the gunshot-fire deaths of Ciucci’s wife and three

[TRIBUNE Photo]

\

She and three children, Angel-
ine, 4; Virginia 8, and Vincent
Jr., 9, were found dead in their
burning home. Police later
found bullet holes in their

heads and a .22 caliber rifle in
the building. Cuicci has pro-
tested his innocence.
Denies Venue Change
Yesterday’s trial was for the

slaying of Angeline. Judge
Austin first denied Gerber’s
motion for a change of venue
from Cook county on ‘grounds
of prejudice. Another objec-
tion of double jeopardy next
was overruled.

Judge Austin told Gerber the
Supreme court had ruled that
where a series of deaths oc-
curred at the same time the de-
fendant could be tried for each
death. Gerber said-he thought
the Supreme court might be
wrong, but Judge Austin held
it was arbiter of the law. ‘The
judge then denied a motion to
Lconsolidate the indictments for
the slaying of the three chil-
dren into one trial.

Gerber asked the court to
require the state to pay for an
independent ballistics test of
the rifle and bullets, but this
was denied. Gerber then said
he would pay for the tests him-
self.

Lie Test Fight Likely _
Samuel Papanek and Joseph

McGovern, assistant state’s.at-

Today's Calendar
of Events

Compiled by the Chicage Converition bureau

CONVENTIONS

CONVENE— .e+ coe oe

Automobile ‘Accessories “assoctation, Conrad
Hilton.

Engraved Stationery Manufacturers’ asso-
ciation, Sheraton.

Life Insurance Agency Managing associa-
tion, Edgewater Beach.

National Association of Dance
filiated Artists, Palmer House.

Shoe Travelers’ association of Chicago,
Morrison.

United States department: of agriculture,
Morrison.

and Af-
\

MEETINGS
Clay Products’ association, Drake,
Movers Conference of America,

House.
EVENING EVENTS
Chicago Dental society, Palmer House.
“40 to 8’ Society of the American Legion,
Conrad Hilfon. ~
National Thrift committee, Palmer House.

LUNCHEONS
Junior Association of ee
Wedgewood room.
Property club, Mandel’s I ry room
thletic associa-

ion

iSertoma international, zone No. 4, Dania
clu

Sertoma international, zone No. 3, Engli-
neers’ club.

Pajmer

Field’s

Prosperity club, Chicago’.

torneys, then began examining
jurors to qualify them for the
death penalty.

The first panel of four wom-
en jurors, all qualified to im-
pose the death penalty, was

Ss

Chiragn Baily Tribune

Tuesday, July 20, 1954
H Part 1—Page 11

chosen ‘before the trial re-
cessed until today. Court at-
taches said this indicated the
jury would be completed soon-
er than in the first trial, when
many delays were experienced.

No mention was made yes-
terday’ about the lie-detector
test which the state wants to
use to bolster its case that
Ciucci was lying when he de-
nied the murders. ‘Outside the
courtroom, however,-Gerber
said he would fight admission
of this evidence,

The state’s star. witness, as

| at the first trial, is expected to

be Carol Amora, 20, who.
named Ciucci asthe father of
her daughter, Rose Francene,
born last Aug. 4. She had testi-
fied he said he would find a
way to marry her.
RITES FOR NEW CHURCH

HIROSHIMA, Japan, suly 19 [AP]—The
new Hiroshima peace church—one of the
largest Roman Catholic church in Japan—
will be dedicated Aug. 6, the ninth anni-

versary of the dropping of the atomic bomb
here.

-~


VINCENT clUCC!
| GETS 45 YEARS
~ IN-20 MURDER

State to Seek Death in
2 Other Cases

The state will press its ef-
forts to send Vincent Ciucci,
27, to the electric chair for the
slayings of his wife and three
children, Acting State’s Atty.
Irwin Bloch announced yes-
terday after a second jury re-
fused to inflict the death pen-
alty.

The seven women and five
men of the jury were out 15
hours and 10 minutes before
they brought in a verdict con-
victing Ciucci of the murder
of his daughter, Angeline, 4,
and fixing punishment at 45
years in prison. Ciucci is under
a 20 year sentence for the mur-
der of his wife, Ann, 28.

Sentencing Delayed

It will be up to Judge Rich-

ard B. Austin whether the sen-
tences are served together or
consecutively. Sentencing was
delayed by a new trial motion
set for Aug. 4. Indictments
charging Ciucci murdered an-
other daughter, Virginia, 8, and
his son, Vincent Jr., 9, will
come up then.

Assistant State’s Attorneys
Samuel Papanek and Joseph
T. McGovern, who prosecuted
the second murder trial, were
uncertain whether the state
would proceed with the two re-
maining indictments. Bloch,
after conferring with them,
left no doubt.

“We are. disappointed,”
Bloch said. “Nothing short of
the death penalty is enough
for Ciucci. We definitely will
try the other cases. We hope
that some day a jury will real-
ize the enormity of this crime.
In this case there was the pre-

meditated murder of a wife
and three children.”

Three Ballots on Guilt

William M. Mayer, 32, of
7932 Ridgeland av., the fore-
man, was designated as the
jury’s spokesman. He said the
jurors took three ballots to
agree on Ciucci’s guilt and
five more to decide on the
punishment. None of the
jurors, he said, favored the
death penalty.

Mayer explained that while
the jurors were satisfied that
Ciucci was guilty, they felt
that it was not proper to im-
pose the death penalty in a
case based on circumstantial
evidence. The jurors might
have felt differently if there
had been direct evidence, he
added.

Mayer said the jurors disre-
garded the state’s lie detector
evidence which indicated that

when he denied knowledge of
his daughter’s murder.

“Didn’t Believe Machine ”

A woman juror put in the
comment that the jurors. didn’t
believe a machine “could take
the place of the human brain.”

Ciucci was without expres-
sion and obviously tense until
the verdict was read. Then he
relaxed. When he posed for
photografers he was smiling.
He declined to comment, but
told Defense Atty. Thomas
Gerber he was satisfied with
the handling of his case. !

Gerber said hé would seek
to appeal the verdict if Judge
Austin should refuse a new
trial. The attorney said he
wanted to get an Illinois Su-
preme court test of the lie de-
tector evidence, introduced for

Ciucci was not telling the truth| the first time in any Illinois

criminal trial.
Convicted Man Pauper

Judge Austin would have to
authorize funds for such an ap-
peal because Ciucci is a pau-
per. It is mandatory for the
county to provide up to $1,000
for appeal of a death penalty
case, but otherwise a court may
act according to its discretion.

Ciucci’s wife and three chil-
dren were found to have been
shot to death after a fire
wrecked their combination gro-
cery and apartment at 3101
Harrison st. on the night of
Dec. 4-5. Ciucci, rescued after
the fire was discovered, con-
tended he had been asleep.

The state charged Ciucci car-
ried out the slayings with a
borrowed .22 caliber rifle that
was found in the ruins. To es-
tablish a motive, Carol Amora,

Neen eneeneeenassnenenes
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' 20, testified that Ciucci was the
father of her daughter, born

last August, and had promised
to marry her,


STATE TO PRESS
FOR DEATH AT
3D CIUCCI TRIAL

Gutknecht Asserts
He Won’t Give Up’

Vincent Ciucci, 28, convict-
ed of murdering his wife, Ann,
28, and one of his daughters,
Angeline, 4, will face trial for
murder for a third time in an
attempt by the state to gain
the death sentence, State’s
Atty. John Gutknecht said yes-
terday.

Ciucci still must answer two
murder indictments in the slay-
Ings of his other daughter,

Virginia, 8, and Vincent Jr., 9. |
A court hearing on the indict-
ments is set for Aug. 19. |

His wife and three children
were found shot to death in
bed after a fire destroyed their
combination grocery and apart-

ment at 3101. Harrisom st. last
Dec. 5. ;

Sentenced 20, 45. Years”

Ciucci already has been sen-|
tenced to 20 years for the
murder of his wife, and 45
years, imposed last Wednes-
day by Judge Richard B. Aus-
tin, as fixed by the jury which |
found him guilty in the slaying
of his daughter. ,

minds of the jury,” Gutknecht
_vided that the results, regard-

Gutknecht said he would in-
struct his assistants to press
for the third trial and that he
would not recede from his de-
mands for the death penalty.

“In view of the heinous na-
ture of. the crime I will do
everything possible to guaran- |
tee that adequate punishment
is given to a man who so vi-
ciously and wantonly murdered
his wife and children,” he said. |

In discussing the case, Gut-
knecht berated defense attor-
neys who use the lie detector
to their advantage. In the sec-
ond Ciucci trial, lie detector
findings were admitted in evi-
dence for the first time in an
Illinois criminal trial.

Assails Effect on Jury

“The defendant’s attorney
went before the trial court with
a plea for the lie detector test
and the state’s attorney knew
that if he objected to it, that
would be used, even tho im-
properly, to throw doubt in the

said. “I agreed to the test pro-

less of what they were, be ad-
mitted to evidence.”

Gutknecht said he was con-
fident Ciucci never would pass
the test and the results indi-
cated he failed on every point.
Even tho the results were ad-
mitted in evicence, Gutknecht
‘said they tended to ‘influence
the jury. The state ina crimi-

}nal case cannot take an appeal.


7

years and never
I don’t expect I

nonths later, the
h the plate glass

they exchanged
was a lone cus-
sack was toward

as the policeman
gunfire shattered
ind came from the
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sast. The bluecoat
ted toward it.

still a block away,
from the tavern,
ir off down a side
d out, a revolver in
crimson stain on
te shirt.
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him to keep him
ack,” he cried. “Step
iJ] an ambulance.”
ktail lounge were
and on the floor
ires. One was the
yandit gang, Milton
he other was Fahy’s
‘aul Wood, 52.
n of his wound at
id of the shooting

of them, yelling:

aul and I were

. knew the score,,
next. He raised his
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widely separated—a
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third back near the
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ind, whambo, I was

hat the bullet which
1 not been fired from
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1 can’t trust a crook’s
hey were blasting at
vor Paul, who was
side.”
{ the shooting, Mrs.
Hospital, where nuns
isband would recover.
«now what to expect
home between mid-
said wearily. .
when he was wheeled
Fahy found his wife
taking care of Cork-
the one-man scourge

‘T locked.it up.”

lis voice was only a

indeed! Go back and

bartender to run
t keep it open. Never
nurdering curs forced
r even one day.”

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Jail chaplain tries to console distraught grocer. “I Jost everything in
the fire,” Ciucci sobbed. “My wife and kids, all I own was destroyed.”

Curcaco, Itt., DECEMBER 7, 1953

M@ Vincent Ciucci, 28, a dark, heavy, pleasant-faced grocer,
was removing a display of canned peaches and pears from a
window of his small Chicago store when a neighbor woman
bustled in and ordered bread she’d forgotten to get for supper.

Excitedly, Ciucci’s nine-year-old son, Vincent Jr., one of
three children, ran up to the woman and said, ‘“Dad’s gonna
buy a Christmas tree tomorrow. We’re gonna put it up in
the window.”

From the four-room apartment behind the store came the
voice of Mrs. Anne Ciucci. “Vince,” she called, “time for
bed.”

“Do what mom says, Vince,” Ciucci told the boy. “I'll
be back later to tuck you in.”

Te ee

HATE
THAT
MUCH

What man could murder his
wife and three children—even
if he had another

family to replace them?

by ALLEN WILLOUGHBY

The boy said all right and went.» Ciucci smiled at his cus-
tomer and the woman smiled back. Then she took her bread,
her change and left. An hour later Ciucci closed the store
for the night.

The fire began at 2 a.m. It started suddenly, somewhere
in the store, and within a few minutes both the store and the
apartment behind it were ablaze.

The neighbors’ first inkling that anything was wrong came
when they heard the cry: “Fire! Help! Fire!”

Rushing to their windows, they saw Vincent Ciucci, stand-
ing inside the front door of the store.

One of them, a man, threw on a bathrobe and rushed from
his flat. On the sidewalk, he was joined by a passerby who
had just turned in a fire alarm.

continued on next page

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clUCCIGETS 20.
(YEARS; TO FACE
ANOTHER TRIAL

Killing of Daughter, 4,
Basis of Next Case
Judge John T. Dempsey in

|Criminal, court yesterday sen-

tenced Vincent Ciucci, 27, to

120 years in prison for the mur-
-|der of his wife, Anne, 28, and
lordered the state to proceed

with trial of other indictments

'|charging Ciucci with the mur-

der of his three children.

The bodies of the, mother
and the children, all shot in
the head, were found Dec. 5 in
the fire charred ruins of Ciuc-
ci’s grocery and apartment at
3101 Harrison st.

Term Set by Jury
The 20 year sentence was

.,| fixed\March 18 by a jury of six

men and six women. Judge
Dempsey, who heard the case,
denied a motion for a new trial
yesterday and said he would
request Acting Chief Justice
Richard Austin to assign the

.| three remaining indictments to
-|other judges.

Ciucci was returned to the

county jail. Assistant State’s

Atty. Samuel Papanek said
Ciucci would be tried next for

POLICEMAN KIDNAPS
WRONG GERMAN FOR

1. RUSS; GETS 4 YEARS

got the wrong man.

Rainer

BERLIN, May 21 [Reuters]—
A West Berlin coutt today sen-*
tented a former East German

policeman to four years’ hard |:

labor for kidnaping. He is Jo-
hannes Hederich, 45, charged
with kidnaping a man for so-
viet secret agents. Hederich
After making several unsuc-
cessful attempts to abduct
Hildebrandt, former

head of a’ West Berlin anti-
communist group, he was Or-
dered to bring in a worker in
the organization named Mi-
chael, Hederich told a closed
court.

Instead he kidnaped a man
named Michel, who was Tre-
leased by the Russians after
questioning.

the murder of his daughter,
Angeline, 4.

A motion by Atty. Julius
Marciniak to quash the remain-
ing indictments was denied
after Papanek' told Judge
Dempsey, “ He killed four peo-
ple and he should be tried for
each one.” !

Calls, Trial Fair

Ciucci then was granted per-
mission to make a statement.
“T think I had a fair trial

put I still protest my inno-

cence,” he said. ‘“ Words may

‘the facts, they [the state] have

nothing, in my opinion.” - -

Atty. Thaddeus Toudor, chief
counsel for Ciucci during the
trial, was in a nearby hallway

when the motions were heard.

He told: reporters: “I’ve got
nothing to do with the case any
more. I am thru with. it” He
did not explain his remarks. »
The state contended Ciucci
killed his family to free him-
self to marry Carol Amora, 20,
of 1264 Lexington st., mother
of a daughter born to him as a
result of an extra-marital affair.


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Riddle of the Living Corpse

[Continued from page 35]

tained a remarkably high percentage of
tannic acid.

“What is tannic acid, Doc?” Parker
asked Perkins the druggist.

“Tt’s a preservative, Ellis,” answered
Perkins. “It’s used in-tanning animal hides
in making leather.”

“How would it have gotten in that
water, Doc?”

“Are there a lot of oak trees near the
stream?”

“Why yes. There are oak trees all
around there, practically nothing but oak
trees. Matter of fact, there’s a big oak
tree lying across the water close to where
the body was found.”

“Well,” said the druggist, “there’s your
answer, Ellis. The water of the stream
has absorbed a high content of tannic acid
from the roots ot those oak trees on the
banks of the stream and from the tree
lying across the water.”

“Tell me somethin’ else, Doc,” said
Parker. “You say tannic acid is a pre-
servative. Would there be enough tannic
acid in that water to preserve a body?"

“Probably,” answered Doc Perkins,
“considering the fact that the weather has
been pretty cold these past couple of
weeks.”

“In other words,” said Parker, “could
David Paul have been lying in that water
for eight days, say, then be taken out and
be buried so it would look like he’d been

dead only two. days instead of ten?

’

« p ;

Under the circumstances,” said the
druggist, “that would be quite possible,
Ellis.”

It was late in the afternoon and a chill
dusk had come to Mount Holly as Ellis
Parker lit his pipe and walked along
Main Street to his big brick home. Supper
wasn't ready yet, so he went into the
parlor and fell to speculating.

The murderer—or murderers—he de-
cided, had immersed the body of David
Paul in the preservative waters of Bread
And Cheese Run to make it appear thg
the man had absconded with the bgfik
money the day he vanished but live for
eight days before running afoul of Aome-
body who had killed him to get thefnoney.
Actually, Paul had been murdéred the
very day he had dropped fron4 sight—
murdered by somebody who ha¥ trailed
him from the Camden bank.

Whether Paul had lived for eight days
after disappearing or been murdeked the
very day he disappeared, as Park& now
thought he had, made all the diffeNeuce
in looking for his murderer.

If the murder date was officially fixed
as having been October 6 then the
problem of cracking the case would be
to determine the actions of suspects on
that date; if, on the other hand, the mur-
der date was officially fixed as October
14, the killer or killers, Parker knew,
would probably be able to establish an
alibi for that day. Pretty cunning stuff.

Parker got Doran on the _ phone.
“Larry,” he began, “I don't give a good
damn what those two doctors say about
that body being dead only two days.
Paul was dead ten days before he was
found.”

After Parker explained about the tannic
acid in Bread and Cheese Run, Doran
was impressed. “I'll call you back, Ellis,”
he said.

When Doran called back it was, from
Parker’s viewpoint, with bad news. The
two doctors held to their original

opinion. Tannic acid or no tannic acid,
they knew a body that had been dead only
two days when they saw it, as compared
to one dead ten days. It was ridiculous
to suppose Paul had been dead ten days.
Doctors, Parker knew, often disagreed.
Now he got on the phone and called a
physician he knew who taught at Hahne-
mann Medical College in Philadelphia.
The Quaker City doctor thought maybe
Parker had something in supposing that
the tannic acid would have retarded
decomposition for more than a week.
Now Parker phoned Doran again.
“Larry,” he said, “I’m going ahead on
the theory that Paul was murdered ten
days before he was found, not two days.”
Who would have known about the pe-
culiar properties of Bread And Cheese

Run? Many residents of Burlington
County, to be sure. But who would have
known not only about the singular
properties of the strearh but also have
been familiar with the city of Camden
and, more particularly, with the routine
of the Broadway Trust Company’s run-
ner?

There. were several summer cottages
in the vicinity of where the corpse was
found—cottages rented by residents of
both Camden and Philadelphia. In asking
the cottage owners about their summer
tenants, Parker obtained some intriguing
information on a Camden automobile
salesman named Frank James.

James, it appeared, was a bachelor in
his 30s and was given to throwing wild
booze-and-broad parties. Parker puffed
hard on his pipe. A man addicted to wild
parties, he knew, was frequently in need
of cash. And the automobile business in

Camden, Parker also knew, was in one of
its periodic slumps. This wasn’t much,
but it could add up to a lot and certainly
James seemed worth a little investigating.

In Camden, Parker found, much to his
fascinAtion, that the automobile salesroom
where Frank James was employed was
less than a block from the Broadway
Trust Company, the bank where Paul had
been employed as a messenger. Not only
that, but Parker learned that Frank
James carried an account at the Broadway
Trust Company. How much of an ac-
count? Very low. The man was frequently
overdrawn in his checks and the bank was
always calling him up to make a deposit to
even things up.

The fact that James carried an account
at the Broadway Trust Company could
mean that the auto salesman had been
acquainted with the elderly runner. That
being so, it would have seemed natural for
James to have offered Paul a ride in his
car the day Paul disappeared.

All of this was, of course, mere con-
jecture—but Ellis Parker knew that con-
jecture frequently was the forerunner of
solid evidence. So now he set out to find
out where Frank James had been the
afternoon Paul had vanished—rather,
where the man had not been. But he
didn’t want to tip his hand prematurely.

He teiephoned the manager of the auto-
mobile agency where James was em-
ployed, and made an appointment to meet
him in the lobby of a local hotel on a
confidential matter. “And please bring
with you,” Parker added, “any records
about where your salesmen have been for
the past couple of weeks.”

Wren Parker came face to face with
James’ employer, he decided he could
afford to lay his cards on the table. He
was beginning to suspect, he said, that
perhaps Frank James knew something
about the murder of David Paul.

“You got any record of whether James
was in or out of your sales room the after-
noon of October 6?” Parker asked.

The manager did have such a record.
James had gone out to lunch at noon on
the day the bank runner had dropped from
sight and had not returned to work until
yext morning. The records showed
James™sad spent that time calling on
prospects.

“Do you ha® any later records with
the names of those prospects?” asked
Parker. ,

No. The manager kept no records like
that. ‘

“Then it’s pogSible that James wasn’t

out calling on pFospects at all that after-
noon,” Parke# said. ‘For all you know
he could gMbeen practically any place.”
They ger nodded.
“When, Parker wanted to know, would
James be on the floor of the show room?
Next morning. Fine, said Parker, he
would come into the place. posing as a
prospective buyer. James didn’t know him
and he wanted to size up the man. Above
everything else, he wanted to hear Jame’s
voice

He could thus determine whether
James had been the man who had twice
telephoned him at his home during the
period Paul was still among the missing.

Pretty cunning stuff, those two tele-
phone calls. They had been designed to
lead Parker to believe Paul was still alive
when, in fact, he was lying in the pre-
servative waters of Bread And Cheese
Run.

Ellis Parker walked into the show room
next morning, approached the manager
and, by prearrangement, was turned over
to Frank James as a South Jersey tomato
farmer in the market for a truck. Frank

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I Mien Qitiatars Maran 1G


Shirase Baily Trihuae

Friday, August 20, 1954: ~
H Part 1—Page Se:

CIUCCI REBUKED
ON DEMAND TO
NAME LAWYER

Vincent Ciucci, 28, convicted:
slayer of his wife; Ann; 28, and
a daughter, Angeline, 4, was
rebuked:~ by’ * Chief Justice
Charles S. Dougherty in Crim-
inal court yesterday at a hear-
|ing on the. indictments for the
/murder of another daughter,
Virginia, -8, and. his son, Var.
cent Jr., 9,

-Ciucci, again demanding that
Atty. James -Doherty be ap-
pointed to replace Public ‘De-
| fender Francis McCurrie as his

counsel, was ‘told: the court
.would appoint another lawyer
‘if the defendant so wished, but
that he: would not be allowed.
to “dictate”? who it should be.
Judge Dougherty then assigned
;the cases to. Judge B. Fain
‘Tucker for a hearing Sept. 7
‘on the-date of trial. .

Juries. sentenced. Ciucci to
20 years for the murder of his.
wife and an additional 45 years
for the slaying of Angeline.
Mrs. Ciucci and the three chil-
dren were found ‘shot to death
in bed after a fire Dec. 5 in
the Ciucci grocery apdrtment
at 3101 Harrison st. from which
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police. One of the these robberies appear-
ed particularly Significant. The R.B.
Stokes Construction company had report-
ed that a .38-caliber blue steel revolver
had been stolen from its main office at
927 South Saunders Street which was di-
rectly opposite the Dorothea Dix State
~ Hospital. :

When questioned, C.D. Thompson,
superintendant of the Stokes firm, told
detectives that Joseph Spence had work-
ed for the Stokes outfit on two occasions,
once as a truck driver, once as a construc.
tion worker.

But Spence, asked about the weapon,
said, “Sure, I recall that we had a gun but
I don’t know where it came from. I think
it must have belonged to Glen Williams.”

Williams, too, denied any knowledge
whence the weapon had come,

It was true, said Sheriff Magnun, that
when the prisoners had been taken to see
the body of Alston Maynard, Williams
and Spence were watched closely by the
detectives to see if they registered any
emotions at the sight of the victim, But
they maintained the same blank expres-
sions which they had worn since the mo-
ment of their capture.

Only Williams spoke. He said: “I’ve
never seen this man before.”

However, Sheriff Magnum went on to
Say that, later, the men had confessed all
three murders.

Back in Greensboro, County Solicitor
Herbin announced that Spence and Wil-
liams would go to trial some time in the
latter part of April. eae

The families of Maynard, Fonville and
Dink Roberts mourn their dead in this
hour of sorrow. Not so Ronald Davis who
said, “i guess I was the luckiest one.”

He stared through the window at the un-
remitting rain and added, “All I could
think about was that they were going to
kill me.” Then he repeated, in a tone of
gratitude and bewilderment, “Yes, I sure
was the luckiest one.” *

Editor's Note:

The name Hartley
Krackle is fictitious.

“MY KIDS ARE DEAD"
(Continued from page 27)

tor on the issue of premeditated mur-

der. They found Ciuccj guilty, but on
March 19th, 1954, after two and a half
hours of deliberation, fixed his sentence
at only 20 years in prison.

With Anna’s charge safely out of
the way, Ciuccj changed his story.
Thereafter he claimed that he had come
home that fatal night and found her in
the bedroom with the .22 rifle in her
hands and the children dead, shot

through the forehead. He had wrested
the gun from her, shot her and set
the house afire. His new version was as
skeptically accepted as his first.

Next the butchering father went on
trial for the murder of his oldest
daughter, Virginia, 8. In this second
bout with justice, he received a verdict
of 45 years in the penitentiary,

The third trial—for the slaying of
Vincent Jr.—brought him the death
sentence. The date set for his rendez-
vous with the electric chair was January
11th, 1955. But appeals and other
legal hocus-pocus stalled the fatal day
until March 23rd, 1962.

Because Ciucci had obviously mur-
dered wholesale so he could consummate
his love affair with his paramour
Christine, the reporters who spent his
last minutes with him in his cell asked,
during the course of the interview, if he
“still loved Christine?”

“Christine to me is another female—
just like the ‘rest of them on the out-
side world.” He had no word for
the child he had fathered.

After the hearse had taken his
scorched remains away, his death cell
disclosed that Vincent Ciucci, the
ladies’ man, had left behind him only
three material things—a leather cigaret
case bearing the inscription ‘Vince,”
a book titled “Imitation of Christ,”
and a letter to Warden Jack Johnson,
with the stipulation that it was not to
be read until after his execution,

The letter, which followed the line
of his second version on the family
tragedy, read:

“I have just made my Peace with
God, attended Holy Mass and received
Holy Communion. Warden, I want you
to know what I revealed to you around
three (3) or four (4) years ago with
regards to what truly transpired on the
night of Dec. 3 or 4 was the honest to
God's truth.

“Like I informed you, I was in our
bathroom for a period of 15 or 20 min-
utes. I then heard strange sounds,
similar to that which are made when
a child or individual fires a cap pistol
in a closed area. I then rushed out
and made my Way into our bedrcom::

“Now, as 1 entered my bedroom, J
noticed my wife leaving the children’s
room with a rifle in her hand. Im-
mediately I snatched the rifle from her.
In the struggle I am sure that a shot
was fired in the direction of the ceiling
or wall.

“In the process of snatching the rifle
from her, I spun her around and knock-
ed her across our bed. When I went
into my children’s room, I picked up
my son Vincent's head and noticed
that his face was completely covered
with. blood. I called his name several
times and received no reply.

“I then also turned to my two daugh-
ters and was confronted with the same
conditions. I picked up the rifle and
rushed to where my wife was lying.
She was mumbling something. Anyway
I emptied the gun into her.

Vince Ciucci
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After Ciucci’s execution, the result
of a lie detector test taken two yean
earlier in the County Jail by a team d
polygraph experts was made public,
Jt revealed that Ciucci had confessed
that he had killed his wife and thre
children to a priest. The findings of
the test had not been released earlie
because they had been classified a
secret.

One of the polygraph technicians,
present at the lie box examination, told
the press:

“Nobody would confess to a priest
a sin he did not commit.”

Editor’s Note: The name Christin
Hurz. is fictitious.

WEREWOLF
(Continued from page 17)

Ballistics, though, gives us a bit of en-
couragement. The gun’s plunger is de-
fective and leaves a distinctive mark on
the shells. If we can find and trace the
gun we've got the case moving. A big
‘if’. We've rounded up everyone who
lives or was found in this section. Most
of them have been questioned and s0
far that lead looks hopeless, too. The
search for the gun is still in progress.
No fingerprints, except those of Mary
and Tonzillo, were found on the car.
And that’s the way the case stands.”

The next day Mary Mytovich died.
' One by one, each suspect was elimin-
ated, and the gun was not located. The,
investigation momentarily was given a’
shot in the arm when it was learned.

at Tonzillo was married. A revenge-|
jealousy motive might be unearthed in
that fact, but that lead petered out too.
So, after weeks of hard disheartening
labor, the officers reluctantly were
forced to the conclusion that the crime
was pulled by some elusive bandit,
doubtless a transient who prowled
lovers’ lanes for his victims.

On September 30th—a year later and

, also in the cycle of the full or Venus’

moon—a ragpicker scouring Duck Is-
land for something saleable, noticed a
woman’s new shoe protruding slightly
out of some shrubbery. Looking closer,
he saw that it contained a silk-clad foot.
Parting the bushes, he peered in and
hastily dropped the foliage in place. A
youngish woman was lying in there
with her lower extremities exposed. The
junkman shook his head. “I guess she’s
sleeping off a bender.” He glanced
round and a car, partly hidden in a
clump of trees, drew his attention. Ap-
Proaching it, he saw a man, crumpled
behind the steering wheel, his head, a
mass of bloody flesh, hanging down at
a grotesque angle. Now frightened, but
self-possessed, he scurried back to the
woman and his more careful inspection ||
showed him that she, too, was dead. Her |
head was crushed and one arm prac- |)
tically severed by a heavy load of bird-
shot. He hastened to Chief Brettel, and
poured out his gruesome story.


CIUCCI, Vincent, wh, elec. Chicage, IL, March 23, 1902

Vincent Ciucci, strapped to stretcher, registers agony as he gazes
into coffin of his wife, Anne, left. Overcome, he couldn’t bear to
see bodies of his three children, below, who also perished in fire.

A driven man can go just so far
when he plays with fire—
it is bound to tumble the world

down around his shoulders

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May, 1954

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divorce Vince repeatedly promised, but
knew would never be forthcoming.
Christine. had been left $2,200 by her
father and after Ciucci moved in with
her she withdrew $1,300 and gave it to
him to pay off his gambling debts.
Later she gave him $400 for a down
payment on a second hand car. By
the end of their first year together, the
two of them had gotten rid of the re-
maining $500 and Christine was broke.

About the time Christine’s inherit-

Ciucci was plagued with two vices
—gambling and pretty women.

ance ran out she discovered she was
pregnant. When she broke the news to

.Ciucci he raved, ranted and yelled,

“No baby! That’s out! No baby, I tell
you!”

His young mistress refused to even
talk about a surgical abortion, but
did agree to try any medicine which
might end her pregnancy. Vince came
home with bottle after bottle of liquid
drugs and pills, but nothing worked.

Again he pressed her to have an
illegal operation. When she flatly re-
fused he left and moved into a hotel.
Christine’s attraction for him was too
potent, however, and in several weeks
he had persuaded her to move into the
hotel with him. His hold over her was
equally as strong as her’s over him.
“It’s all right about the bambino,” he
said. “We'll get married and everything
will be all right.”

In one of his rare bursts of good
faith, the truck driver called on his
wife and once more asked her to get a
divorce, or consent to his getting one.
Anna would hear none of it.

26

Several weeks later, Mrs. Ciucci,
having found out where Vince and
Christine were living, called on the girl
who had stolen her husband and
pleaded with her to let him go.

By now disillusioned with Ciucci,
Christine said, “I think he should go
back to you and the kids, Take him
back. I just don’t seem to want him
any more.”

Confronted with this, Ciucci flatly
refused to return home, more adamant
now when it was plain that his para-
mour wished to get rid of him. His
pride was badly ‘wounded. Resignedly,
Christine let him stay on as, with her
money gone, there was little else she
could do, particularly with a baby
coming.

Meanwhile, Anna’s family began to
map ways and means to bring Ciucci
back to his wife and c...ldren. Family
bonds are strong and sacred among
Chicago’s West Side Italians. About
this time, Anna’s brother had to take
back a small grocery store on the
southwest corner of Albany and West
Harrison Streets. The brother had oper-
ated the place until he bought a liquor
store and put it up for sale.

It struck the brother one day that
this repossessed store might be used as
a lever to bring Vincent Ciucci back
into the fold. He went to Anna and
said, “Look, you and Vince can have
the grocery. It has a thousand dollars

Mrs. Ciucci waits for confirma-
tion of her son's electrocution.

worth of stock on the shelves. I'll ad-
vance you another five hundred to get
started.. You can pay me a rental of
seventy ‘bucks a month. Get Vince to

agree and you can run the place, while -

he continues to drive truck. You'll have
two incomes, a store and a place to
live.” Anna’s brother’s grocery had liv-
ing quarters in the rear.

Anna sought out her estranged hus-
band and told him about her brother’s
generous offer. “Nothing doing,” Vince
snapped back at Anna.

-For a week, however, he thought
about the proposal. Christine had been
acting cold toward him, she would soon
be stuck with a kid, and he was getting
tired of living in one room. What the
hell, he’d go back to Anna.

Several days later the Ciuccis moved
into the place on West Harrison and
Albany.

Christine was left high and dry and
there was nothing for her to do but
move in with a kindly sister. Several
times the desperate little blonde had
talked to Ciucci and asked him to pay
her back the $1,300 she had advanced
him so he could ward off the Syndi-
cate. But in lordly fashion, Ciucci each
time said, “I don’t owe you a damn
cent, and you know it.”

All that summer, Vince drove his
truck and acted like a family man,
while Anna looked after her young
children and tended the grocery store.
Anna was known and popular in the
neighborhood and business was good.
But even with two sources of revenue
coming in, the family had to struggle to
make both ends meet. Vince’s gambling
fever had tempered somewhat, but had
not abated entirely. Sometimes the
full rent due the generous brother was
not paid, but he would brush it off,
saying, “They can make it up when
they get on their feet.”

ATE that fall, Vince dropped into

the tavern on South Kedzie where he
had first met Christine. He saw her
sitting alone in a booth and her delicate
blonde beauty stirred up anew the old
passion which had never really burned
out: When he sat down beside the girl
he had used so ungallantly, she began
to weep softly, then threw her arms
around him. “Vince, Vince,” she whis-
perd, washing his dark face with kisses.

From then -on, night after night,
the lovers met in the place, as Christine
had been forbidden to bring him to her
sister’s home.

Christine and Vince’s baby had been
born in mid-summer and the mother
told its natural father. that she had
hardly enough money to keep it in
food. Her sister was not affluent and
could hardly do more than give her and
the baby a place to live.

“That’s why I asked you to pay back
that thirteen hundred dollars,” Chris-
tine wailed.

The two made great plans for the
future, even checking “apartment for
rent” ads in the newspapers, and hunt-
ing for furniture bargains. “I’ll marry
you if it takes a hundred years,” Vince
vowed. He would give her a few coins
now and then for food for-herself and
the baby, but most of the time he him-
self was broke.

By his constant absence in the eve-
ning, Anna was certain that her hus-
band again had taken up with his
mistress. She was too distraught to
think the situation out clearly. She
refrained from telling her relatives of
this new development, fearing what
they might do to her fickle spouse.

On Tuesday night, December Ist,
Vince met Christine as usual in
the tavern’s back booth. Christine had
been crying. “The baby’s hungry and
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And by then I’ll have everything fixed
UP SO We can get married.” He got up
and talked to the proprietor of the
saloon and came back with $2, which
he handed to Christine.

Just before 1 o'clock Saturday
morning, Charles Fellows and Tony
Riccobene were passing the door of
the Ciucci’s grocery store when they
heard heavy pounding on the door, A
moment later its glass was shattered
and Vince Ciucci reached out and un-
locked the screen door. He burst out-
side. Smoke swirled at his back.

“The place is afire,” he shouted.
“Anna, the kids, they’re in the back!”

Fellows and Riccobene plunged into
the store, followed by Ciucci. But they
didn’t get many feet before being driven
back to the street by dense, acrid
smoke and heat. The rear of the store
was a hell. The entire back of the
building was a mass of flame, fanned
by Chicago’s chronic wind. Fellows
sprinted across the street and pulled
the fire box. Returning, he, Riccobene
and Ciucci helplessly watched the blaze
consume the building. It was plain that
anyone caught inside was doomed. At
intervals, Ciucci would sob out the
names of his wife and children, saying,
“They’re in there... they’re in there,”

Shortly fire-fighting units screamed
up. Henry Spannen erg, marshal of
the second division, and A. H. Peter-
son, first deputy fire marshal for the
city, took over command.

For several hours. water was played
Over the conflagration and it was finally
doused to the last spark. Lieutenant
Eugene Murphy of Hook and Ladder
Company No, 12, an arson detective,
was sent into the ruins as soon as they
cooled off in an effort to determine
the cause of the fire, He dreaded to
enter the gutted structure because the
wailing Ciucci had told him his wife
and three children were trapped inside.

Murphy came across Anna Ciucci
first. She lay near the back door of
the living room on a couch which had
been turned to ashes, Her body was a
complete char. The three children were
found in their beds in the bedroom.

There was no indication that any of
the pitiful victims had made an attempt
to flee the flames. This disturbed the
veteran fire sleuth. Fire-doomed per-
sons in his past experience had always
been found in attitudes clearly indicat-
ing that they had been trying to escape.
Smoke, heat and flame will awaken the
deepest sleeper. ‘

The fire had not been as intense in
the bedroom, so Murphy ‘centered his
investigation there, He lifted up the
bodies of the three children. In each
instance the linen under them had not
been burned. In each instance there
were rusty stains on what remained of
their pillow cases. Murphy called Mar-

shals Peterson and Spannenberg and
pointed out this Strange phenomenon,
saying, “The spots look like blood to
me. These children could have been
shot in ved before the fire started.” The
condition of the corpses precluded the
finding of bullet wounds by anyone
but a qualified’ pathologist,

“This calls for quick autopsies,”
Peterson said, and went out to tele-
phone Coroner Walter McCarron.
When the coroner arrived he was ac-
companied by Detective Jim McGrath
of the homicide bureau, Lieutenant
John Golden, also attached to homi-
cide, and Detective Frank Grady of the
police arson and bomb squad.

ap FOUR bodies were removed to
the morgue for post mortems and
the police and fire department sleuths
began sifting the ashes for tell-tale clues
as to what might. have happened.

All night the place was scoured, and
with the daylight the inch-by-inch probe
was intensified. By that time Lieuten-
ant Murphy had been informed that
the autopsies revealed that Anna Ciucci
and the three children had died before
the fire began, each with a .22 caliber
bullet through their forehead. The slugs
had been recovered, but were in no
shape to reveal ballistic information.
They had been too badly battered.

When the post mortem findings were
all in, Vince Ciucci was taken to
police headquarters for questioning by
Lieutenant Golden. The sleepless
Murphy and Detective Grady remained
at the razed store, continuing their
hunt for revelatory evidence. They
were rewarded by finding a broken
22 caliber automatic rifle under a
counter in the store, virtually un-
touched by the flames. The ashes of
the children’s bedroom yielded three
.22 caliber cartridge casings. These
were rushed to headquarters.

In the meantime, Golden and Me-
Grath had been grilling the father of
the fire victims. Ciucci appeared as-
tounded when it became clear that he
was suspected of shooting his wife and
children to death and then setting the
fire to hide his inhuman crime,

“Are you nuts?” he screamed. “Do
you think any father, Particularly an
Italian father, would murder his kids?”

“Has been done,” McGrath Said
dryly.

“I loved my kids. No man would
kill his flesh and blood. He'd kill him-
self first,” Ciucci protested.

He frecly admitted that he and _ his
wife had not gotten along for several
years. He told about his affair with
Christine Hurz with disarming frank-
ness, and how Anna refused to give
him a divorce, how the family had al-
ways been in financial difficulties be-
cause of his gambling mania.

While Ciucci was pouring out his
past, Murphy and Grady came in with
the rifle and the empty shells. They
called out Golden and told him they
had found the incriminating objects,

Armed with this knowledge, the arson
lieutenant went back to the interroga-
tion room.

Ciucci was still spouting the story of
his life, and Golden let him run on
until the suspect suddenly changed the
subject.

“I got it now. I got it!” he shouted.
“It was Anna who did it. She shot the
kids while they were sleeping. Then she
Started the fire, went into the living
room, lay down on the couch and shot
herself. She set the fire to hide every-
thing. That’s it. She was crazy jealous
of me and Christine. She did it for
revenge—to make it look like me.”

“Bushwah,” Lieutenant Golden spat.
“I suppose your wife shot the kids, set
the fire, then shot herself through the
head—a neat trick in itself with that
sort of a weapon—broke down the rifle,
walked out into the store and stashed
its two parts under the counter, came
back to the living room, lay down on
the couch and obligingly died? How
stupid can you get?”

Ciucci looked at the detective with
Popping eys and buried his head in his

-hands, moaning constantly, “I didn’t

do it. . . I didn’t do it.” ,

“Book him on four counts of first
degree murder,” Golden ordered, as
his men led the sniffling father away.

Later in the day an empty fuel can
was found in the fire ruins. The in-
vestigators were satisfied it had been .
used to set off the cover-up blaze. It
was also discovered that every window
and door in the building had been bar-
red from the inside at the time the fire
broke out.

At subsequent hearings, Ciucci ad-

‘mitted that the automatic was his own,

that he had bought it to hunt rabbits.
“But Anna also knew how to use it,”
he protested.

U* TO THE time he went to trial,
Ciucci proclaimed his innocence.
This did not disturb State’s Attorney
Gutknecht. He felt no confession was
necessary.

“The results of the investigation,” he
said, “thus far reveal a set of facts
which prove the guilt of Vincent Ciucci
beyond any doubt as to a moral cer-
tainty and to the exclusion of any
other hypothesis.

“The physical facts show a carefully
premeditated scheme of killing his
family in order to loose the shackles of
matrimony so he could be free to carry
on his amours. There has never been

.a crime so vile.”

Christine Hurz, appalled at the
bloody turn her clandestine romance
had taken, cooperated fully with the
police and told everything she knew.
She testified before the grand jury that
on December Ist, four days before the
fire, Ciucci had promised her that he
would have “everything fixed up so we
can get married by Saturday.” The
Criminal Court jury, which tried Ciucci
on the charge of murdering his wife,
did not see eye to eye with the prosecu-

(Continued on page 56)


By W. T. Brannon
Special Investigator for
OFFICIAL DETECTIVE STORIES

Ciucci, 28, operator of the grocery
store. His face was smoke-blackened
and he had suffered severe burns. : : 2

“My wife and kids are in there!” he. vs
screamed. “Help them!” Dazed and ail
almost incoherent, he walked around :
in circles. :

“He’s hysterical,” Riccobene said.
“Leave him here.” ; rie

They ran around on Albany Avenue
to the side door, which opened on one : .°
of the bedrooms. This door was bolted Rois
from the inside. Several of the neigh- vl bee
bors had gathered there and three
men, led by Fellows and Riccobene, put
their shoulders against the door and
broke it down.

Riccobene tried to go in. Flames
stabbed at him and heavy smoke
blinded and choked him. Fellows and
others tried it, too, but the room was a

a,

noticed the fire. He too ran toward the
building, stopping at the first house
to knock on the door and shout to the
occupants: “Call the Fire Department!
Ciucci’s is burning up!”

Fellows and Riccobene arrived in
front of the grocery store ‘at the same

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time. Through the glass-paneled upper .

half of the front door, they could make
out a figure staggering around in the
smoke-filled room. ‘

“It's Ciucci!” Fellows cried.

As he spoke, the man inside reached
the door, almost falling against it.
-- “We better get him out,” Riccobene
said. He took off one of his shoes and
‘used the heel to break in tho gluss
panel. Then he and Fellows almost
bodily lifted out the man.

They recognized him as Vincent

The four who perished, Anne
Ciucci at the right~and her
. three children, Vincent, Jr.,
Virginia and Angeline, below

raging inferno and they, too, were
driven back.

Inside, only a few feet away, they
could see the body of a woman lying
on the bed. They had to stand there
helplessly and watch her burn.

“The kids!” Riccobene said. “Where
are they?” The Cuiccis had three
children, Vincent, Junior, nine, Vir-
ginia, eight, and Angeline, four.

“They sleep in the little bedroom in
the back,” a neighbor replied. ‘But
maybe they’re not home. They always
spend the week-ends with Mrs. Turco.”

“He said they were in there,” Ric-
cobene insisted. “He’d know if they
wore with thelr gtandmother,”

“But he’s hysterical,” the neighbor
said. “He was in such a daze maybe
he forgot.” 7s

The fire also
brought horror
to Carol Amora,
right, when she
heard about it


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Frank Caruso: He loaned his rifle to a friend
—but to hunt game with, not human beings

“I sure hope so,” Riccobene declared
= “They're goners if they’re
le.” .

T#2 night air was filled with the wail
of sirens and clanging of fire-
engine bells. Moments later, the truck
of Hook and Ladder Company No.
Twelve skidded to a stop. Firemen
leaped off, and soon water was spurting
onto the flaming interior. Other com-
panies joined the grim battle, which
was directed by Fire Deputy Marshal
Albert H. Petersen. :

Half an hour later the blaze had
been conquered and the firemen were
able to reach the smoking ruins. The
body of Mrs. Ciucci was burned almost
beyond recognition and her face had
been badly disfigured. :

“Nothing we can do for her,” Peter-
sen said. “Go on to the other bedroom
and see if the kids are in there.”

With hoses still spouting water, the
firemen pushed into an alcove made into
a@ small room.

Dying flames sputtered and retreated

before the watery onslaught and sub-
sided into sullen smoke.

Shielding his eyes against the fumes,
Captain James Conte of Engine Com-
pany No. 66 beamed his flashlight first
on a small daybed. The light moved
across a silent figure, a boy, lying there
with a charred pillow over his head as
if he had sought to protect his face
against the flames and smoke. His arms
were at his side and his body blackened
from the neck down,

Conte’s light next illumined a three-

- quarter bed, where the girls, Virginia

22

and Angeline, lay huddled, their arms
locked in embrace.

The older girl’s head was on a pillow
and her body covered with a partially
burned chenille robe. The other girl,
Angeline, was uncovered and her entire
body was charred. Apparently they had
died without a struggle, their inter-
locking embrace: the only indication
that they might have been aware of
the fire.

Carol Amora, shown here with the baby that became so important to this
investigation: "You can have your husband back; he's too expensive .. ."

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“It looks like they never knew what
happened and didn’t even wake up,”
Deputy Marshal Petersen said.

“Maybe the boy is still alive,” Lieu-
tenant Eugene Murphy of the Fire De-
partment suggested. He‘strode to the
bed and lifted the pillow. The beam of
Conte’s torch lighted the still features.

“He’s dead, all right,” Murphy said
dejectedly. Then: “Wait a minute!
Turn on that light again!”

Murphy held up the underside of the
pillow and examined it in the thin
light. Protected from the flames, it was
still white, spotted with a dark-brown
substance. :

Excited now, Murphy lifted the
chenille robe that covered Virginia. It,
too, had dark spots on it where it had
covered the head.

“Think it’s blood?” he asked.

“It certainly looks like it,’ Conte

agreed.

‘Possibly the children, unconscious
from the fumes, had been struck by
falling debris which had injured them
and caused the bleeding. Was that it?
Or was something more sinister here?

Murphy clicked the light switch.
Nothing happened and Conte turned
his flashlight to the ceiling. The bulb
had been melted by the intense heat.
At the high, small window of the bed-
room. Murphy found it locked, with
bars on the outside. He threw it open
to let in some air and dissipate the
fumes.

EANWHILE, outside, a large crowd
had gathered. Several squads of
police had arrived from the Marquette
Station to keep the people in line. Most
of the spectators were orderly enough,

* but Murphy’s attention was drawn to
one young woman, in her early twenties, ,

who had to be held back. She*-was

Fire remnants examined
by Lt. Gibbons, Sgts.
Ploszaj_ and Pettigrew

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Vincent Ciucci recovered from the serious burns he received in the
fire but the loss of his entire family will remain with him forever

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“dressed in a beige coat hastily thrown

> over scanty underclothing and as

eee? watched, she screamed hyster-
ically.

When the policemen refused to allow
her to enter the burning building, she
turned and, sobbing audibly, fled into
the darkness.

Thoughtfully, Murphy strolled out
to the sidewalk. Four persons, three of
them children, dead in that fire.
Possible bloodstains. And now a
mysterious young woman screaming
hysterically and rushing away into the
night. Did it mean anything?

Vincent Ciucci, the father and sole
survivor, Murphy learned, had col-
lapsed on the sidewalk and had been

- rushed to the Cook County Hospital

*-the morning and he was informed of ,

“after receiving emergency treatment

in a neighbor’s home. He'd have to be
questioned later.

“I don’t like this one,” Murphy said
slowly when Deputy Marshal Petersen
joined him. :

“Nor I,” Petersen replied. “We'd
better call the Arson Squad.”

Detectives Frank Grady and Drew
Brown of the Arson Detail were sched-
uled to be off that day, but Grady’s
telephone rang about three o’clock in

the fatal blaze. He quickly called
Headquarters. The night members of

~ his squad, Detectives Edward- Neville

and Hugh McQuaide, were already on

their way, he was told.

Neville and McQuaide arrived at the
death scene long before the embers had
cooled. Cautiously they poked through
the debris, looking for fuses, and

evidence of gasoline or other inflam-
mable liquids. But they found none
of-these obvious signs of arson.

“Let’s get an idea of the layout,”
Neville said.

The living-quarters consisted of three
rooms, separated from the store by a
partition. The parents’ bedroom had

two doors, one leading into the store and .

the other opening on Albany Avenue.
Access to the children’s room: was

through the parents’ bedroom first,

then the kitchen. :

The detectives found no visible in-
dication of how or where the fire had
started. Since the bed in which Mrs.

‘Ciucci perished had been flaming so

fiercely, they decided to assume, at first

that the fire had started there. «
In the alcove bedroom, the floor_was -

charred in two spots and the dresser
badly burned. But other parts of the
room were untouched except by smoke
Stains,

While the detectives were’ still en-.

gaged in their investigation, Coroner
Walter E. McCarron arrived with his
chief deputy, Norman Gibbons. They
plodded through the smoking ruins,
gazing with smarting eyes at the
pathetically charred bodies.

“Tt’s a horrible tragedy,” the Coroner
said. “Does the father know that they’re
all dead?” i

“No,” Petersen replied. “We haven't
told him yet. The doctors thought the
shock might be too much.”

“Do you have any idea how the fire
started?” ~

“Not yet.”

(Continued on Page 46)

At left, Lieutenant John Golden, head i the Homicide
Squad, and the disassembled rifle found in the closet

Three empty shells from.
the ashes—three slugs
from the victims’ bodies


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on the pavement. Her dark, intense eyes
studied the front doors of homes she
passed and finally she stopped. Hesitat-
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rapidly to a door, found the bell button
and jabbed it fiercely.

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button again, this time holding her
finger on it. She could hear the shrill
ring echoing through the house.

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20. yet opened the door. “Yes?” she
inquired: .

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“His—his wife?”

“Yes. Is that so surprising?”

“What do you want?”

“I want my husband back.”

The girl’s tensed face’ relaxed and
she shrugged. “You can have him if
he’ll go. He’s pretty expensive.”

This time the woman was nonplussed.
“I can have him? He’s too expensive?
What do you mean?”

“So far, he’s borrowed thirteen hun-

dred dollars from me. And he hasn't.

made any effort to pay it. back.”
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“It’s a trick—it’s just one of your tricks
to keep him!”
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to her, now or any other time.”

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way she had come, her. high heels
twinkling on the hard, cold sidewalk.

BY 1:30 on the morning of Saturday,
December 5, 1953, most of the
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The West Side neighborhood around
Albany Avenue and Harrison Street
was quiet and the neat brick building
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three rooms for living in the rear, was
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Anthony Riccobene, a barber living
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He could see a blaze of. unnatural,
orange-red light—the light of-a fire.
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big full-page advertisements of furniture
sales in the downtown department stores.
And Vincent was talking about divorcing
his wife again.

“I'll marry you, kid, if it takes me
twenty years to do it,” he vowed to Lucy.

It was the old Vinnie Ciucci all over
again. Big talk. No action. Lucy had to
beg him for money to buy food for her
baby. He rarely had any. He visited her
on December Ist and was playing with
his baby daughter in her crib when she
told him she simply had to have more
help.
Vincent impatiently tuned his pants
pockets inside out to show her he didn’t
have a dime. 3

“But I'll get you some dough, he
promised. “Today’s Tuesday. I'll have
five bucks for you by Friday.”

“Not for me,” Lucy corrected him.
“For the baby.”

Vinnie shrugged. “I'll have something
else, too,” he went on. “The divorce. It’s
going through, kid. It'll all be okay—by
Friday.”

Lucy had heard this type of story too
often to be deeply impressed by it. As far
as she was concerned, the words were
meaningless and she built no hopes on
them. Her paramount concern at the pre-
sent moment was milk and cereal for her
baby. If that objective could be realized,
she would be content.

Lucy had all but forgotten Vinnie’s
prediction that he would finally be free
from his marital obligations within a few
days. She never guessed that before a
week had passed she would remember
what he had said, remember it in stunned
disbelief and horror.

On Friday evening, December 4th,
there was no talk of divorce in the Ciucci
grocery. Customers who shopped there
that night noted that Vinnie was gay and
quite chatty; that he joked with the
neighborhood youngsters who came in to
spend their pennies and nickels for ice
cream, candy and bubble gum. Some of
the patrons observed, too, that Anne
Ciucci was quieter than usual, as if she
had something on her mind, something
which had disturbed her deeply.

The Ciuccis closed up the grocery at
about half-past nine that evening, their
usual closing hour, and retired to their liv-
ing quarters behind the store. By the time
another hour had passed, quiet had fallen
over the neighborhood.

At a few minutes after one o'clock on
Saturday morning, two men who lived in
the neighborhood, Harry Ingram and
Carlo Moresti, were walking through the
3000 block on West Harrison when they
heard hammering on the door of the
grocery at 3101 West Harrison.

As the two men reached the front of
the store, Vincent Ciucci smashed the
glass in the door, reached through and
tore open the screen, then plunged head
first out of the building, screaming like a
madman

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“Fire!” he shrieked. “My wife! My

kids! They're back in there!”

The words were scarcely out of his
mouth when he wheeled toward the door
and dived back into the darkness, with
Moresti and Ingram close on his heels, But
they never got far.

Thick, choking, billowing clouds of
smoke enveloped them and drove them
back outside for air. Through the smoke,
in the rear, the two men who tried to help
Ciucci said later, they could see the dull
red glow of flames.

Some person in the neighborhood,
meanwhile, had turned in an alarm, and
soon fire engines and police cars came
roarmg up to the comer. ‘meaaing the
contingent of firefighters was Henry
Spannenberg, Second Division fire
marshal, and he was joined a short time
later by Albert H. Peterson, first deputy
fire marshal for the city of Chicago.

Within minutes of their arrival, the in-
terior of the brick building was a roaring
inferno. There was absolutely no chance
that anyone could get inside to bring
out any persons who might, still be in
the building.

In due course, the blaze was brought
under control, and as soon as it had been
cooled sufficiently by powerful streams
of water from half a dozen hoses, firemen
pushed into the gutted building to face

the scene of heart-rending tragedy in the
ashes and ruins of the apartment behind
the grocery front.

LS found Anne Ciucci first. She was

lying on her face on a cot near the back
door to the living quarters. Her arms were
folded beneath her charred body.

The firemen found the three children
in the bedroom. They were in bed, ana
their little bodies, like that of their
mother, were seared and blackened by
the flames.

Vincent Ciucci, hysterical with grief,
badly burned on the back and head, with
glass cuts on his hands, was whisked to
the County Hospital. There, swathed in
bandages, he told his story of what had
happened.

Vinnie said he had sat up reading after
Anne and the children retired, until about
midnight, or possibly a little later. “Then,
like I always do,” he said, “I checked
cash register, smoked a cigarette,
went to bed myself.

“I heard a loud puff. I got up and
reached around for the phone, in
kitchen, but it was dead. The whole place
was on fire. I couldn't get through
flames to my family. I remember break-
ing through the front glass door
screaming for help.

“I tried to go back for Anne and the
kids, but I couldn’t make it... Ps

“Tell me,” he implored, “did aay of
them get out alive?”

They told him. None had.

The four bodies, the young mother
and her three children, burned @
beyond recognition, had been taken to#
neighborhood mortuary. From there the?

might have gone to their graves, marked
as the victims of a tragic accident, if it had
not been for Fire Lieutenant Eugene

_ Murphy of Hook and Ladder Company
No. 12. But he had not yet played the vital
role assigned to him in the tragic drama
when the news of the deaths of his wife
and children was broken to Vinnie Ciuc-
ci.

Back at the scene of the holocaust.
Marshals Peterson and Spannenberg
found the apparent cause of the
catastrophic blaze. The little home was
heated by two gas heaters, and the pilot
lights of both were extinguished.

‘The gas doubtless built up while the
family slept,” Peterson theorized. “Quite
probably only one of the pilot lights went
out originally, and the other set off the
fire when the concentration of gas was
sufficient to cause the mild explosion
Ciucci says awakened him.”
There's one thing about the setup
that’s. got me puzzled, though,”
Spannenberg added. “Why was Ciucci
the only one to wake up? The others must
have died in their sleep, since none had
made any attempt to get out of the rooms
— they were found.”

t was at this point that Lieutenant
Murphy called the two marshals into the
bedroom, where the fire had burned
most fiercely. He pointed to the bed
where little Vincent Ciucci Jr. had lain.

The _ bedclothing immediately
beneath the body had not been destroyed
by the flames. And in the impress left on
the pillow by the little boy’s head, Lieute-
em Murphy now pointed to a dark small

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“That’s blood,” Murphy said, “or I
never saw a bloodspot in my life before.”

The two fire marshals examined the
spot closely. There was no doubt in their °
minds about the lieutenant’s discovery.
The stain, beyond any question, was
blood. :

“And why should there be blood in t
bed if the child was bumed to heath?
Marshal Spannenberg then asked
meaningfully.

Fast on the heels of the marshals’
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would never keep his appointment with
the electric chair. Based on the propor-

tion ot men, condemned to die in
Chicago, who were able to win com-
mutations or reprieves, or who managed
to keep their cases alive indefinitely in the
courts, the odds were something over 15

_to 1 that Vincent Ciucci would never be
executed. A Chicago attorney, George
Leighton, began battling in Vinnie’s
behalf. *

Vincent Ciucci, however, was destin-
ed by fate to play against the odds.

Warden Jack Johnson, a very humane
penologist, never believed in maintaining
a Death Row at the Cook County jail, so
Ciucci, along with other condemned
men, lived among term prisoners. He was
assigned to the jail’s hospital as an order-
ly, and he spent much of his spare time
brushing up on law in the hope of finding
some loophole that would spare his life.
He also spent time causing trouble.

In March 1956 he spearheaded a
riotous outbreak in which fires were set
and light bulbs and windows were smash-
ed. It was thought he might have been
plotting an escape when guards dis-
covered that plates on an air shaft in a
maximum security cell had been remov-
ed. On another occasion he was accused

of slashing a fellow prisoner with a con-_

traband pocket knife.

But there were heart-warming
moments, too, during Ciucci’s long game
’ of tag with the electric chair. He was
among three condemned prisoners who
volunteered blood for an eight-year-old
boy—a nephew of one of the jail
guards—who was. to undergo surgery to
repair a hole in his heart at the University
of Illinois Hospital.

Another time a vagrant blue parakeet
flew into the jail’s security tier and,
desperately seeking a place to alight,
chose Vinnie Ciucci’s shoulder, where it
perched unafraid. Ciucci kept it as a pe
in a plastic cage.

During the years his case was being
reconsidered by state and federal courts
in a seemingly endless merry-go-round,
Vincent Ciucci won more than a dozen
stays of execution. Valiantly exploiting
one legal angle after another, Counselor
Leighton waged a relentless battle to save
him from the electric chair.

Twice he took the case all the way to
the United States Supreme Court. Twice
it availed Ciucci nothing. Yet Leighton
continued to fight.

So did Ciucci. When he was coming
down to the wire just a week before his
most recently scheduled execution date
in early March of 1962, he came up witha
completely new and fanciful account of
the night his wife and children were slain.
He said now that he had been in the
bathroom for about 20 minutes when he
heard strange noises, something like a kid
makes when he fires a cap gun. He said he
rushed into the bedroom he shared with
his wife.

‘ “As I reached the door, I noticed my
wife leaving our kids’ room with the rifle

in her hand. I tried to snatch it from her
and we struggled. The gun went off, sen-
ding a slug into the ceiling. Finally I was
able to grab it from her, and then I knock-
ed her across our bed.

“In the children’s room,” Ciucci con-
tinued, “all the kids were sprawled out on
the bed. I lifted Vincent’s head and notic-
ed his face was covered with blood. He
didn’t answer when I called his name. My
daughters’ heads were bloody, too—and
they were dead.

“T took the rifle and rushed back to the
bedroom where my wife lay on the bed.
She was mumbling something, but all I
could think about was that she had killed
our kids. In arage, I emptied the gun into
her.

“T killed her, all right, but not the
children. The only time I touched them
that night was to see if they were really
dead.”

Ciucci didn’t attempt to explain the
fire. The important thing was to convince
the authorities he was guilty only of his
wife’s slaying, for which he had been
sentenced to 20 years. If he could do that,
he could beat the chair.

But it was all for naught. One after —
another, Ciucci’s appeals were denied. —
‘Governor Otto Kerner, although himself —

_ an avowed opponent of capital punish.

ment, rejected a plea for executive
clemency after reading a report on Ciuc. -
ci’s case from the Illinois Parole and Par- —
don Board. eee
Still admitting only the murder of his
wife, and still denying he had slain his —
own children, Vincent Ciucci, a few
minutes after midnight on the morning of -
March 23, 1962, went to his death in the -
electric chair in the Cook County jail.
Two days later, his body was interred _
in the cemetery only 30 feet away from
the graves of his wife and three children:
This time his reunion with his family was —
permanent. tok
EDITOR’S NOTE: Be
Lucy Canto, Harry Ingram and
Carlo Moresti are not the real names of
the persons so named in the foregoing
story. Fictitious names have been used
because there is no reason for public },
interest in the identities of these per-
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were doing quite well for themselves in
business affairs and thus had a few good
books of their own on_ the. side: |
checkbooks and savings books. Willy, in
the most perilous financial shape of his
life, began to see those good books as the
road to his own eternal salvation.

So by the time that Bible class met

that following Sunday moming, Willy

had posted a small but conspicuous sign
on one of the windows of his tenement
apartment. It said simply:

WILLIAM F. MILLER
Investments
And then in smaller print below, it
added:

The Way to Wealth Is as Plain as the
Road to Mankind.—Ben Franklin

And naturally, by the time the Bible
class met on Sunday morning, everyone
had seen that sign. Unlike most con men
who go into swindling for both the profit
and the sport of gulling the suckers, Willy
was being driven into confidence work
purely by the presence of the wolf at the
door. But that didn’t mean that his heart .
wasn’t in his new game. Indeed, on that
particular. December Sunday, Willy
answered very few questions about the
Bible. Most of the questions were about
the sign.

“What sign?” asked Willy when the
subject first came up.

“The sign in your window,” said the
Bible students.

“Oh, that sign. That’s nothing.”

“Nothing?”

ce pot

“Well, practically nothing,” said Wik
ly. Had his face appeared any more pious
a halo would surely have formed behind
his head. ‘ed.

“Tell us what ‘practically nothing
means,” begged the students. And Willy,
his arm sufficiently twisted, gave in to his
students’ wishes... Ret:

He had, he explained, been making @-

_ study of Wall Street during his lunch.

hours. This, we've seen, was partially _
true. But Willy departed from the truth

‘very quickly. He explained that he had

studied the ways of the Vanderbilts and

‘Rockefellers and Morgans and had dis-

covered the secret of their vast success
“What's the secret?” begged ‘the
suckers. aes
Willy wasn’t at liberty to disclose the
secret, he explained. But what he was do-
ing was allowing what he called “thelittle
guy” to get in on the action. Gazing
eamestly into the riveted eyes of his
students, he announced that he was
accepting money from investors—sm@
investors with only a few hundred of #
few thousand dollars to toss around. Ths
money; he explained, he would then #*
vest according to these secret principle
which he'd learned from the Wall Street.
moguls. fe
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respectable interest to my customeTSs,
added. as EP,
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unison. a
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vivor of the holocaust. :
“Impossible!” Ciucci exclaimed when
the detectives told him. how: his family
had really died. But then, in sober
afterthought, he added:
“If that's the way it was, then I guess
you'd better know the truth.”

It was a tantalizing beginning, but if

the investigators had expected Ciucci to
give them a confession to murder, they
were disappointed. Instead, he told them
about his long period ot tamily troubles,
about Lucy, about Anne’s refusal to give
him a divorce so that he could marry the
woman he really loved.

“Anne was acting funny last night,”
Ciucci said. “Maybe she realized at last
that we never could make a go of our
marriage. Maybe she took this way out,
rather than permit the divorce.”

Detective McGrath regarded Ciucci
with a quizzical stare. “You mean,” he
said, “that your wife shot the children,
killed herself, and then set fire your
home?”

Vinnie Ciucci shrugged and spread
his bandaged hands in a helpless gesture.
“I don’t know how the fire started,” he
said. “Maybe she fixed it to burn after—
after she and the kids were gone...

“Maybe—and maybe it wasn’t her at
all.” /

“We've already figured it that way,
Ciucci,” McGrath said in level tones.

Ciucci caught his meaning at once.
“No, it wasn’t me, either!” he snapped. “I
loved my kids. A man wouldn't kill his
own children. He’d kill himself instead!”

“It wasn’t you. It wasn’t your wife,”
McGrath said. “Then who could it have
been?”

“There have been threats,” Ciucci
replied darkly. “There were other guys
who had it in for me because I was in love
with Lucy.”

Incredulous though they might be,
there had been one peculiar occurrence in
connection with the fire which made it
impossible for the detectives to discount
Ciucci’s suggestion without further in-
vestigation.

This incident seemed to lend some
weight to Vinnie’s suggestion that some
intruder might have murdered his family
and attempted to cover the slayings by
setting the fire.

Three firemen said they had seen a
young woman, clad only in a beige top-
coat over skimpy underclothing, in
hysterics outside the Ciucci store when
the fire-fighting apparatus first arrived.

She had vanished from the scne while
the blaze was being extinguished. When
the firemen tried to locate her later, on the
assumption that she might be an impor-
tant witness, she could not be found.
The questioning of various people in the
neighborhood had failed to turn up any
lead to her identity.

The first suspicion entertained by the
detectives after hearing Ciucci’s ad-
missions about his family problems was
that the girl might have been Lucy Canto,
the other woman in his complicated life.
They immediately arranged for the

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firemen who had seen the mysterious
young woman to view Lucy Canto, but
they all said at once that she was not the
girl they had seen, that, in fact, she didn’t
even resemble her, exce } in age.

And when Lucy was imterrogated by
the probers, she told them that at the time
of the fire she had been sitting in a tavern
many blocks from the corner Vest
Harrison and Albany Streets. Empivyes
and patrons of the establishment cor-
roborated her story, and she had to be
eliminated from suspicion completely. -

But Lucy did tell the detectives many
other things—of her long association with
Vinne Ciucci, for starters, and of his
repeated failures in his attempts to per-
suade his wife to divorce him. And she
told the officers about his cryptic state-
ment, on the previous Tuesday, that he
would be “legally free” by Friday.

Highly significant, the detectives
thought, but not proof that Ciucci had
killed his wife and kids and set fire to the
building in an attempt to cover up four
murders. They needed something tangi-
ble to present in court before they could
prove that suspicion.

S o they went back to the scene of the

blaze and began digging, in the most
literal sense of the term. Hour after hour
they sifted through the ashes and stinking,
water-logged debris left by the holocaust.

It was Detective Grady who unearth-
ed the .22 caliber rifle in the ruins of the
Ciucci home. And it was Grady, too, who
spotted three cartridge casings amid the
litter on the gutted bedroom floor.

These shells, the Chicago police crime
lab soon reported, had undoubtedly been
ejected after being fired in the weapoa
which Detective Grady recovered from
the ruins of the fire, and although the
slugs taken from the heads of the four vic-
tims were too badly battered for positive
ballistics identification, the officers had
no doubt at all that they had been
fired from the rifle.

Now the detectives went over the
building in which Vinnie Ciucci’s family
had been slain, examining it inch by inch.
They found an empty fuel oil can
many charred objects, including photos
and money. : ‘

They also discovered that every door
and window had been tightly bart
from the inside when Vince Ciucci came
crashing through the glass panel of the
front door of the store.

They went back to see Ciucci at the
hospital. They told him about the gun. It
didn’t faze him. He admitted he had
borrowed the rifle, the day before the
tragedy, to go rabbit hunting. He
Anne, his wife, had known the Wweapo
was on the premises. What’s-more, he
added, she knew how to use it, too.

“But she didn’t,” Detective McGrath
said evenly. “There was only one perso”
in the world who could have used
gun...

“That person, Ciucci, was you.

“I'm innocent!’ Ciucci shrieked:

1

I'm innocent. I admit I’m a gambler, and
that I like to fool around with women, but
that wouldn’t make me do a thing like

i this, :
i Nothing in the world would!”

“You're innocent?” McGrath retorted.
He snorted contemptuously. “This
much we know, Ciucci. Your wife never
used that gun, and we can tell you how we

know.

“You see, you took very good care to
, prove that fact when you dismantled the

tifle before you tried to hide it under a
pile of clothes. A woman who has just
shop herself through the brain, Ciucci,
i wouldn't be very apt to take the gun apart
| ee lie down to die, now would
‘ But although faced with evidence that
his wife could not have killed the children
| and’ herself, and with the additional
evidence that no outsider could have
| been in his home when the slayings oc-
curred because of the locked and barred
doors and windows, Vincent Ciucci still
‘' tefused to confess to the four murders.
However, State’s Attorney Gutknecht
regarded such a confession as something
' of minor importance in the case.
| “The results of the investigation thus
_ far,” the prosecutor asserted, “reveal aset
; of facts which prove the guilt of Vincent
_ Gucci beyond any doubt as to a moral
certainty and to the exclusion of any other
hypothesis, reasonable or otherwise.
« “The physical facts show,” Gutknecht
continued, “a carefully premeditated
+ scheme of killing his family in order to
loose the shackles of matrimony so he
_ could be free to carry on his amours.
: “There has never been a crime so
e.
On December 9th, just four days after
| the crime which horrified the citizens of
‘Chicago, Prosecutor Gutknecht
Presented evidence to the Cook Coun-
'y grand jury. The following day the
gand jury returned four indictments of
murder against Vincent Ciucci. Chief
Justice Charles S. Dougherty set an early
arraignment for the defendant.
In three separate trials, Vincent Ciucci
stoutly maintained _ his innocence, but
- each time the jury found him guilty. In
' tach of the three trials, Lucy Canto was
i the state’s most telling witness. She
i testified about their illicit affair, told of
| Ciucci’s repeated failures to persuade
"Anne to divorce him, and stated that on
the Tuesday before the fire, he had
‘sured her that he would be “legally
'ftee” by Friday.
Bit by bit, Lucy’s testimony added up
fo a concrete motive for murder.
By February 4, 1955, Vincent Ciucci
had beeri sentenced as follows: for his’
:Wife’s murder, 20 years in prison; for
| Angeline’s murder, 45 years in prison; for
‘Incent Jr.’s murder, death. The state
‘ever tried him for the slaying of his
ughter Virginia.
Even when he entered the Cook
County Jail, condemned to death, the

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to induce an abortion, but Lucy now
became just as adamant as he was. She
flatly and unequivocally refused to take
it.

Enraged by her defiance, Vince
stormed out of their one-room apartment
and went to a hotel. After his anger had
cooled, he persuaded Lucy to join him at
the hotel. It would be all right about the
baby, he assured her. And he swore he
still was going to get the divorce and give
their child an honest name.

He went to see Anne again, tured on
all the charm he possessed, and tried to
talk her into the divorce. It didn’t work.

“She turned me down,” he reported to
Lucy. “She said I'd made her life mis-
erable for nearly nine years, and that she
Intended to make mine just as tough for
the rest of my life.”

Anne Ciucci at this time went so far as
to seek out her husband’s inamorata and
Plead for her to let go her husband so he
Could return to his family. Her plea, sur-
Prisingly, fell on receptive ears.

“Take him back!” Lucy cried. By
Now, at long last, she had become bitterly
disillusioned. “I think he should go back
to his kids. I don’t want him now,”

_ This was a development that put Vin-
Me Ciucci in a most uncomfortable posi-

Murder Ordeal by Fire

(from page 43)

tion. His beloved Lucy was fed up with
him. She didn’t want him. His abandoned
wife wanted him, buthe didn’t want her.

He refused to go back to his family.
And he stuck to that position stubbornly,
until a series of involved family con-
ferences offered what appeared to be a
fresh start in the whole sorry affair for
everyone concerned—with one excep-
tion.

The exception was Lucy Canto, who
gave birth to a baby daughter in the
summer of 1953.

The proposed solution of the Ciuccis’

tangled problems revolved about a

building owned by a relative of Anne. It
was a one-story brick edifice on the
southwest corner of West Harrison and
Albany Streets, a combination store and
home arrangement. Anne’s kinsman had
operated a grocery store.there for a
number of years before opening a liquor
store and selling the grocery. The buyer,
however, had failed to make a go of the
business and the property reverted to
Anne’s relative.

“You and Vincent take over the store,”
he proposed to Anne. “It’s got about a
thousand dollars worth of stock, and I'll
lend you another five hundred to get
started. You pay me a nominal rent, let’s
say seventy bucks a month, and you'll

have not only the store, but a place to
live.”

It was a wonderful and generous
offer. Vinnie and Anne accepted. It was
agreed that she would run the store, and
Vinnie would continue to drive a truck,

thus providing a double source of in-
come.

The arrangement was a heaven-sent

solution to the problems which had so

long beset the Vincent Ciucci family.
With his rejection by the girl who had
obsessed him for so many years, he would
return to his wife and three children. The
youngsters, of course, were thrilled to
have Daddy back. Lucy Canto, however,
was still not entirely out of the picture.

Lucy now argued that Vinnie should
pay back the $1,300 she had loaned hima
long time ago.

“I don’t owe you nothing!” he told her
in no uncertain terms. “I’m back with my
family, and this time it’s for keeps.” -

It looked as if he meant it. There were,
however, a few disturbing clouds on the
Ciucci family horizon. To one of his own
relatives, during the months of family
persuasion and pleading which ultimate-
ly led to his reunion with his wife, Vincent

had muttered darkly that“something will

happen if I go back.”

He had added that he was afraid harm
would befall Anne and the children. He
spoke vaguely of threats which he claim-
ed had been made. And there were still

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