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minutes with the Barlows, they returned
to their rig and went home.

“No sense in talking too much to
them,” the father grunted. “Just make
a lot of talk and scandal. Are you sure
Delia said she was going over there?” .

Young Scott reddened.

“I lied to you, dad,” he said. “I let
mother off downtown, and she didn’t
say where she was going. It didn't
seem quite right to me, and I didn’t
want to cause any fuss. So I made up
that story about the Barlows.”

Scott puffed thoughtfully on his pipe.
“Is there another man, son?” he asked.

The boy shook his head. “Gosh, I
don’t know,” he replied haltingly. ‘But
it looks darn funny to me.”

The father stared silently out the
window for a long time. Finally he
said: ‘Listen, let’s keep this between
the two of us. If she doesn’t get back
in a day or two, we'll do something
about it then.”

The following morning, young Scott
and his father arose, ate breakfast, and
left the house. The father went out into
the fields, and young Scott drove to
town. He rode slowly, apparently deep in thought. Sud-
denly he made up his mind, jerked the reins, and sped to the

sheriff’s office.

E. BEARDSLEY, the grizzled, graying sheriff of
Chenango County, nodded casually to the young man.

“What's the trouble, Willie?” he asked.

The young man shifted uncomfortably. “I don’t know just
how to get started,” he said. Then he blurted out his news.
“My mother’s disappeared.”

“Go on,” said the sheriff.

“She’s been gone since Saturday night,” the younger man
continued, ‘and I think something’s happened to her.”

“What makés you think that, Willie?” Beardsley asked.

“There are some funny circum-
stances,” the youth explained. “In the
first place, when we came back from the

STEPHEN HARRINGTON was no detective,
but at the insistence of the sheriff, he under-
took a difficult and dangerous assignment.

Scott continued, “they had an awful
fight, and dad got so mad that he fired a
couple of shots at her.”

He lowered his eyes in shame as he
realized the horrible accusation that he
was making against his own father.

Beardsley patted the young man on
the shoulder. , “Just one more thing,”
the sheriff said. “Where had you and
your mother been before you let her ott
downtown ?”

“We went out to William Fallett’s
place up by Chenango Lake,” the young
man replied. “We bought a stove for
my little apartment. You know,” he said
with a sheepish grin, “I’m going to get
married soon, and I was kind of fixing
the place up for my bride.”

The sheriff arose from his desk. “All
right, son,” he said. “You go on home,
and don’t say anything to anyone. I'll
look into this. For all we know, your
mother might have taken sick some-
place, or some accident might have hap-
pened to her. We'll see. Just keep
your mouth shut. And one more thing.
I’m coming down to your place, but
don’t let on that you’ve been talking
to me, will you, Willie?”

Young Scott agreed, and left the jail.

But Sheriff Beardsley did not spring into action immedi-
ately. There was no sudden shouting of orders, no excitement.

People didn’t do things that way down in Chenango County.
They took ‘events in their stride, slowly and patiently.

So Sheriff Beardsley didn’t start out at once on a mad
search for clues. He just sat down to think it over.

Beardsley knew Mrs. Scott, her husband, and the other
members of the family, and the more he mulled over young
Scott’s story, the more it puzzled him.

What possible reason could a woman of Mrs. Scott’s age
have for carrying on a clandestine romance? If her son
really suspected that as the reason for her disappearance, it

country with the stove, mother got out
downtown and said she was going shop-
ping. But it didn’t sound right to me.
She seemed kind of excited about some-
thing. Then, on the way home, I got
to thinking and I got an idea that may-
be there was another man in her life.
I knew dad would kill her if he ever
found that out, so I made up a story that
she was going to spend the night at
Barlows’ place. I wanted to keep dad
stalled off as long as possible.”

Beardsley was plainly puzzled. ““Why
would your mother want to run around
with another man?” he asked. “Wasn’t
she happy?”

Scott shook his head. “No,” he said,
“she wasn’t. She and dad quarreled quite
a bit.”

Beardsley waited patiently for more.

“Then, a couple of nights ago,” young

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must be based on more than just an
“idea.”

Then, quite logically, the sheriff de-
cided to. trace the movements of the
son and mother from the beginning.

The next morning he climbed into his
rig and drove out the beautiful, thickly
wooded road that leads to Chenango
Lake, eight miles from the center of
Norwich.

The Fallett farm lay at the far edge
of the lake, and William Fallett was
busy with his herd of cows when the
sheriff drew up.

“I won’t take only a minute,” the
sheriff explained as the farmer walked
out to the gate to meet him. “Just want
to ask a couple of questions.

“The other day young Scott came
here to buy a stove from you. Is that
right 2?”

Fallett nodded.

“Anybody with him?” Beardsley went
on.

CORA SCOTT appeared as a witness for

Like Fallett, Genung also noticed the
arrival of his official visitor, and hurried
out to meet him. They exchanged pleas-
antries, and then the sheriff asked:

“Fred, were you around here last
Saturday ?”

Genung nodded, “Right here all day,”
he said, pointing to a large stack of
wood, piled neatly beside the house.
“Spent all day chopping and sawing that
up. Getting ready for winter, you know.”

Beardsley nodded approvingly. “Did
you see anybody along the road late in
the afternoon?” he asked.

“Sure,” the farmer replied. “Quite a
few people, folks that I know.”

“Was Willie Scott and his mother
among. them ?” ,

“Yes, they were,” Genung said. “As
a matter of fact, I saw them twice, once
going out and once coming back. The
boy was driving that strawberry roan.”

Beardsley thanked his informant and
continued on. So far so good.

“Sure,” the farmer replied. “His fo ddleese, and becuase 44 Ok. bee te The next farm was a mile and a

mother was here. In fact, she paid me
the money.”

“Did you notice anything unusual
about them?” Beardsley continued.

Fallett shook his head. “Why, no,” he said, surprised. “They
just came out, talked about the stove, and Mrs. Scott paid
for it. The young fellow’s going to get married, you know,
and they said he wanted it for his apartment. Nothing wrong,
is there ?”

“Nope.” Beardsley said. “Nothing wrong. Just doing a
little checking up. And listen, you'll be doing an old friend a
big favor if you keep this under your hat.”

“| won't say a word,” Fallett replied. “You can depend on
me.”

Beardsley thanked him, turned his rig around, and started
the drive back. A few minutes later he stopped at another
farm, one operated by Fred Genung.

swore she had visited a curse on the Scotts.

quarter away, and between that spot and
the Genung farm lay a large stretch of
wild, unpopulated, almost ‘inaccessible
area of timber that completely screened the lake from the road.

Beardsley drove slowly. His fext stop was the Harris
Guile farm, and here the sheriff repeated his questions.

But the reply was so startling, so unexpected, that the sheriff
almost gasped when he heard it.

ILLIAM SCOTT and his mother had been seen on the

way up. Coming back, only the boy was in the rig! The
sly wink from the sheriff's informant told him only too plainly
that he suspected something wrong.

Beardsley pressed the questioning. Was Guile certain? Was
he sure that the boy had driven back along the lake road
alone?

The man was positive.

Beardsley returned thoughtfully — to
town.

The .chain of events was ominous.

Somewhere, along that stretch of road
between Genung’s and the Guile place,
if Guile had told the truth, something
had happened. And Beardsley felt in-
stinctively that it was murder. Not for
a second did he believe young Scott’s
hint that his mother had another man.
But neither did he think that the boy
had killed her, either.

However, Willie Scott knew a great
deal more than he had told, and the
sheriff realized that his chances of
learning the nature of that undisclosed
information were practically nil.

That night, as he mulled over the
strange facts, he was struck by the
strange inconsistencies in the boy's
stories,

Young Willie had said he had left his
mother down- (Continued on page 50)

PEACEFUL Norwich, New York. was

Ri thrown into turmoil by the unspeak-
( able crime which had struck one of
the town’s well-known families.


What Happened
To Delia Scott?

(Continued from page 45)

town, and in the next breath had told
about going home and meeting his father.
The story of the quarrel obviously was
to give the impression that the father had
something to do with Mrs. Scott’s dis-
appearance.

But the sheriff knew it would have been
impossible, on the face of it, for the father
to have been downtown, killed his wife,
and returned home before the boy arrived.

Willie had lied about that, the sheriff
felt. But why? Had it been made up
to throw him off the track? Had the
father met the two on the lake road?
Was he the killer?

Beardsley knew old man Scott, a Civil
War veteran, as an_ irritable, irascible
person, .

He walked down to Waite Street to
«heck on the other angle of young Scott’s
story, the part about his father firing a
j'istol at his mother. He found Scott sullen
wnd uncommunicative.

“Is Delia here?” the sheriff asked.
“Lodge is going to have a party next
ynonth, and my wife wants her to. take
«harge of some of the arrangements.”

Scott exploded. “Lodge!” he exclaimed.
“The devil with the lodge! And Delia
ain’t home. She’s gone away.”

Beardsley was about to leave. “Say,
Jim,” he said.. “I almost forgot. Got a
complaint about some shooting down here
a couple of nights ago. You haven’t been
cutting up, have you?”

Scott grinned. “Sure enough,” he said.
“That darkey that lives up over the barn
got a little too noisy the other night. I
fired a couple of shots in the air to make
him shut up. That’s all there was. You
aren’t going to do anything about it, are
you?”

“No,” Beardsley replied. “I guess not.”

The sheriff returned to the jail, his plan

of action confirmed now by the _ infor-
mation he had just learned at the Scott
house. There was no question about it.
, Willie Scott knew what had hap-
pened to his mother—and he was trying
his best to cover up!
‘ That night Beardsley sent for a man in
whom he placed the utmost confidence,
a man who was widely acquainted around
Norwich, and who knew the Scotts well.

This person was Stephen E. Harring-
ton, a keen, shrewd Norwich business man,
a man of tact and discretion.

“Steve,” the sheriff said, when Harring-
ton came into the jail in reply to the sum-
mons, “you’re going to be a detective.”

Harrington smiled pleasantly. “If it’s
for you,” he said jovially, “consider the
job done.”

Beardsley was serious. “I mean it,” he
said. “It’s going to be a job, and a hard
one. You're going to solve a murder!”

Harrington whistled in surprise. “Mur-
der!” he exclaimed. “Who's been mur-
dered ?” ;

Beardsley pulled his chair closer to the
desk and leaned forward.

“Steve,” he said, “Delia Scott has beer
missing since Saturday night, and I’ll bet
my bottom dollar that she’s been mur-
dered.”

He went on with the story.

“Now,” he said, as Harrington listened
in amazed silence, “either young Scott
or his father knows all about it. I think
Willie is our best bet. But he won't
talk to me. Now, I think he’ll talk to
you because you have a way about you.
I want you to go down there and see

him, and try to pump everything out of
him that you can. Keep your eyes open,
and be careful. You don’t know what
you’re going to run up against.”

Harrington shook his head.

“T don’t know,” he said slowly. “Can't
you get somebody else for this job? After
all, I’m a business man, not a detective.”

“T know that,” Beardsley said earnestly,
“but you are the only person I know of
who can win young Scott’s confidence.
You’ve got to do it. Somewhere in this
town is a killer, at large right now. And
we never know where he'll strike next.”

Harrington arose. “I’ll do it,” he said
quietly.

Beardsley shook Harrington’s hand. “I
knew you’d come through,” he smiled.

Although Harrington was not a. close
friend of the Scott family, he knew Willie
and his father, as well as the missing Mrs.
Scott, enough to talk familiarly to them.
So, the next morning, when he apparently
casually dropped in at the Waite Street
home, young Scott was not surprised. Har-
rington purposely asked to see his mother.

“T have, a message to give Delia,” Har-
rington said pleasantly.

“She’s not here,” young Scott replied.

Harrington arose, deciding that it would
be wiser not to press the point. As he
stepped to the door, the boy’s father greet-
ed him from the yard.

“Hello, there, Steve,” the elder Scott
called.

Harrington nodded, and walked out to
the back yard to talk to the man.

“Delia’s away, I hear,” he said.

“Yes, she is,” Scott replied. “She’s off
on a little visit.”
Harrington turned to leave. Suddenly

he noticed a blanket hanging on a nearby
line. The fact that it was steaming in
the hot sun told him immediately that it
recently had been soaked in water.

He walked casually over to the line, and
pretended to light his pipe. As his hands
cupped the flame of the match, his eyes
raced quickly over the grey flannel cov-
ering.

The blanket was the type used as a
robe in carriages, and as the business man’s
eyes strayed over it, they came to rest
on a dull, rust-colored splotch in one
corner. Was it a bloodstain?

B*. NO SIGN did Harrington betray the
fact that he had made this discovery.
Instead, he finished lighting his pipe and
sauntered away, after cheerfully bidding
the Scotts goodbye. ;

He decided against making another visit
to the sheriff’s office for fear that some-
one might see him and connect that with
his trip to the Scott home.

So, selecting a time when he knew the
father would be away from the house,
Harrington returned to the Waite Street
home. Young Scott was engaged in set-
ting up the new stove.

“Willie,” Harrington said, “I want to
talk to you about your mother.” .

; The young man’s face was expression-
ess.
“You know that I’m a friend of yours,
don’t you?” Harrington said, attempting to
break down the young man’s icy reserve.

Willie was still silent.

“Well,” Harrington went on, “just to
prove it, I’m going to let you in on
something. J know that your mother never
came back off the lake road.”

He paused for a moment, to let the sig-
nificance of the remark sink in. Then con-
tinued. “What’s more, you washed a robe
the other day because it was stained with
blood. Don’t you know, Willie, that you
can’t wash blood off with plain water?”

Young Scott’s face was a mass of moist,
shiny beads. The corners of his mouth
twitched.

Harrington’s keen eyes took in these

signs of intense nervousness, and instinc-

tively he felt that he was close to some-
thing startling. He took a long chance.

“You're in a terrible jam,” he said, “and
I’m the only person in the world who can
help you. Why did you do it, Willie?”

The question struck home like a shot.
Scott’s teeth began to chatter, and his
breast heaved.

“Oh, Lord,” he moaned. “I don’t know.”

Quickly Harrington seized his oppor-
tunity. Walking over to the young man,
he placed an arm comfortingly around his
shoulders. .

“Now tell me everything,” he said. “I
can help you.”

The man’s easy, reassuring speech acted
like a sedative on Scott. Through red-
dened eyes he looked mutely at Harring-
ton. :

“All right,” he said. “You know I was
going to get married. Well, that’s why I
bought the stove. On the way home, we
were driving past the woods, and suddenly
something came over me—some unholy de-
sire. I stopped the rig and asked Delia to
get out and look at an odd-shaped clump
of bushes I had noticed.”

“We walked over there. I knocked her
to the ground, and . . .” The young man
paused a moment, unable to finish the re-
volting sentence.

“Well, after I did that to her,” he con-
tinued, “there was only one thing to
do. I realized how horrible it was, so I
shot. her.”

“Where did you leave the body?” Har-
rington asked.

A crafty glint came into the matricide’s
eyes. .

“They can’t do nothing to me if they
can’t find the body,” he said. “I know
that much about,the law.”

“They'll find it eventually, Willie,” Har-
rington said. “The sheriff is suspicious
of you. Now I’ve got a plan.”

He pulled his chair closer to Scott, and
lowered his voice to a whisper. “Here it is.
You go to the jail and surrender. Then
I'll get a spare key to the handcuffs, pack
some sandwiches, get a little money, and
we'll all go out to the woods. You show
me where the body is, and while the
sheriff and the deputies are in another
part of the woods, I’ll unlock the hand-
cuffs, give you the food and money, and
you can make your getaway.”

“How do I know you'll keep your end
of the bargain?” the young man asked
suspiciously.

“That’s easy,” Harrington said. “We'll
send the others off to the far end of the
woods. I'll show you the key before we
start. Is that fair enough?”

Scott nodded. “I’ll do it,” he said.
the only way out, I guess.”

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and left the house. From a convenient
point nearby, he watched young Scott come
out a little later and then followed him
from a discreet distance.

The young man walked straight to the
sheriff’s office as he had promised, and
Harrington knew now that the first part
of his strange job was over.

Beardsley greeted him hours later with
outstretched arms. “Wonderful,” the sheriff
exclaimed. “It’s simply wonderful. Now,
where did he hide the body ?”

Quickly Harrington outlined the scheme
he had broached to young Scott.

Beardsley agreed to the bizarre plan, and
late that afternoon, Harrington visited
young Scott’s cell.

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pered: “Stick out your wrists,”

Quickly Harrington inserted the key,
and unlocked Scott’s handcuffs.

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go out West and start life all over again,”
he told Harrington, “and I won't forget
what you’ve done for me.”

The sun was just setting when the small
party left the Chenango County jail.

The strange procession proceeded slowly
along the lake road.

Suddenly, as they neared the edge of the
woods, Scott nudged Harrington. The man
caught the cue.

“We'll get out here, sheriff,” he said,
meaningly. “You go on ahead about 200
yards. You'll find the body somewhere
between that point and this.”

Scott and Harrington descended from
the rig, and walked into the woods.

“Over here,” the young man said, point-
ing his manacled wrists at a clump of
bushes.

The two hurried to the spot. Harring-
ton stood spellbound. -

Delia Scott, with two gaping wounds in
her head, lay sprawled in the thick leaves
that carpeted the woods, her clothing dis-
arranged. :

Suddenly Scott’s heavy breathing brought
him whirling around.

The mild manner of the youth had van-
ished. A bestial snarl curled his lips.

“The key,” he muttered thickly. “Quick,
the key!”

In the distance the two could hear the
measured tread of the party of officers.
Closer and closer they came.

Suddenly young Scott sidled up close
to Harrington. ‘Unlock these cuffs,” he
snapped, “before I kill you.”

He raised his steel-manacled wrists in a
threatening gesture.

Harrington dug into his pocket and
brought out the key. He inserted it slowly,
playing for time. 9

An idea flashed into his mind. With a
quick twist of his fingers, he turned the
little key so hard that it snapped off.

Scott was stunned.

“You dirty devil!” he shouted. “You
Judas! You've betrayed me.”

His arms flashed up. Suddenly there
was a sickening thud. But instead of Har-
rington lying on the ground, there was
Scott, stunned and surprised. A heavy
length of timber, hurled with sure aim by
Sheriff Beardsley, had felled him.

OME MONTHS later, Scott went to

trial for first degree murder. The ac-
cused man fought valiantly for his life,
denying everything. But the weight of the
evidence—including the murder gun—was
against him. A sister, Cora, was one of
his chief witnesses. She tried to give him
an alibi, and over the objections of her
father, who attended every session dressed
in the faded blue of the Union Army, tried
desperately to save his life.

Bitter over the daughter’s defiance of
his wishes, Scott talked angrily to her
after the jury had convicted the boy and
after the judge had doomed him to die in
the electric chair at Auburn.

“Cora,” the old man said sadly, “there’s
a curse on the Scotts. As sure as we
are standing here today, you too will come
to a bad end.”

The young woman merely smirked.

William Scott was executed at Auburn
Prison June 14, 1909. And many years
later the elder Scott’s horrible prophesy
came true. In 1937, Cora stood before
the bar of justice in the’ Onondaga County
courthouse in Syracuse. She heard a
prosecuting attorney refer to her as a re-
volting, inhuman Borgia.

A jury convicted her of poisoning her

husband, and pA gaan at was com-
mitted to pris Or second degree mur-
der.

The curse of the father had been visited

on her.

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(Continued from page 49)

at Owen, a town just across the state line.

Jessie Buffington, teacher of a country
school near Owen, was instructing her class
when one of the children pointed to the
door of the schoolroom.

“Look! There’s a man standing there!”

Miss Buffington went to .the door. “Did
you want something?” she asked.

Haldiman stared at her, his green eyes
never leaving her face. “Would you come
out in the yard a minute? I want to ask
you something.”

“Why, of course.” She looked at the boy
curiously. “Is something wrong?”

He walked on ahead of her and she
followed him to the porch.

She found another boy waiting there,
watching her strangely. She became an-
noyed. “You children are interrupting my
classes,” she told them sharply. “Hurry
and tell me what you want.”

Haldiman reached into his over
pocket and, to her amazement, drew 2
volver. “Hands up,” he said curtly.

Harley motioned to a Ford coacl
the yard. “Is that your car?”

“Yes,” she answered, her eyes fixe:
terror on the dark-haired youth.

“Where’s the key to it?” Haldi
snapped.

“Why—why, it’s in the pocket of
coat,” she muttered. “My coat is han;
in the cloakroom.”

Haldiman moved the revolver me
ingly. “Go get it,” he snarled, “and
member I'll be right behind you. D
try to pull nothin’ or you'll get hurt.”

“That’s all we wanted,” Haldiman
more quietly, when she handed him
keys. He motioned with the weapon to
two girls who sat.in the Whippet se
watching as he forced the teacher back «
the porch. “Get in that Ford and ¢
waste time doin’ it.”

While Miss Buffington watched, the g
dressed in boys’ clothes, ran to her
The boys followed them. As the quz
drove away the children looked b
watching her, laughing delightedly at
astonished teacher.

As soon as they were gone Miss Bufl
ton notified the police from a neight
telephone and word was sent to the sh:
at Independence. The description give:
the teacher tallied exactly with that g
to police by John Schipper, the bat
man near Tyro; and also with one obta
from the attendant of the tourist cam:
Chetopa. Both the attendant and Sc
per told of the Whippet. And w
officials checked the license of the car
in the school yard they found it had |
issued to Willis Harley. They also lea:
that he had obtained the car in Crawf
Nebraska.

Chief Thurman, in Kansas City, !
souri, was notified immediately that
trail of the young killer and his c¢
panions had been picked up. Thur
wired Dallas officials and told them
he was sending warrants for the arres
the four and all along the line police spi
into action.

The word had gone ahead to Bar
ville, Oklahoma, and as the Ford c
approached the city two deputy she
stationed beside the highway saw the
they were waiting for coming toward tl

They drove their own car across
highway, blocking the path of the onc
ing Ford, then jerked out their guns.

As the Ford approached them they
naled the driver to stop. The onrushing
only increased its speed, swerving to
side with a shrill scream of rubber.
car tilted dangerously as it skidded «
the edge of the cement against the
shoulder of the road and whipped |
onto the pavement and raced away.

Jumping into their car the two offi
started in pursuit of the fleeing F
Mile after mile the officers followed «
the flat ribbon of highway, sometimes c
ing close enough to shoot vainly at
tires of the car ahead. But gradv
the fugitives pulled away from them

finally they were forced to give up

chase. They stopped at a roadside fil
station and telephoned ahead.

[N ARDMORE, Oklahoma, about
miles from Dallas, the four fugit
found themselves still out of money. N
of their holdups had netted them any c
Even the murder of Seibel had brot
them nothing except the thrill it ¢
their black-haired leader. But now, \
the law hot upon his heels, it would
fatal to attempt another holdup. Haldi:
was forced to face the fact that he r
ask his family for help.

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called to see me. It was a tough inter-
view. She was such a sweet old lady,
and she just wouldn’t believe that her
son was a murderer.

“Not my boy,” she insisted. “You must
have made a mistake! He is a good boy,
and so brilliant. Ask any of his teachers
or professors. Maybe he did go around
with that other man, though I don’t be-
lieve that—but he wouldn’t kill a man. I
know my son, and I know he wouldn't
do that!” nS

“Well, of course,” I temporized, “if he
is innocent, that'll all come out at the
trial. They’ve got to prove that he did
it, you know. A lot of men are tried for
murder but never convicted . . . There
are plenty of people, though, that know he
went around with Walter Tipping, and
your son can help us a great deal by tell-
ing us the names of the members of Tip-
ping’s gang.”

She left, considerably cheered up by our
conversation. By the time the trial came
up, I figured, she would be more used to
the idea, and the shock of his conviction

and punishment wouldn’t be so terrible.’

But it was hard to sit there and listen
to how bright she thought her boy was,
and how hard she had worked to send
him through high school and college.

Seiler denied that he shot Masterson. He
insisted that it was Tipping who had killed
the patrolman. Tipping’s lips were sealed
forever, of course, and now that the
horror of that scene on the morning
of January 31st had somewhat evaporated,
we didn’t find our witnesses so eager to
help. Confronted with the well-groomed,
scholarly-looking young man, who as-
sumed an innocent and martyred air, they
were inclined to shake their heads, and
say they were not sure.

But there was no uncertainty in the
mind of Miss Helen Grayson, the girl
who was shot in the shoulder by Whitey
when Masterson attempted to draw his
gun,

“That,” she said, pointing her finger at
the ingratiating Oo-La, “is the man who
fired into Masterson’s body when it was
lying on the floor. J would know him if
I met him in hell!”

HE ingratiating smile on Seiler’s face

changed like a flash into a demoniacal
snarl, and he attempted to leap at the
girl. Another witness who was . present
immediately recognized the metamorphosed
“scholar,” and identified him as the man
who had murdered Masterson.

But it is only in fiction that mortals
are all bad or all good.

At first, Seiler absolutely refused to
name the other members of the gang.
We could hold out to him no promises of
leniency in return for information.. He
was headed for the chair, and he knew it.
There were no extenuating circumstances.

For days he remained sullen, speaking
to no one. Then—what actuated him, I
do not know—he sent word that he wanted
to talk to the Chief. I was present at
the interview.

Like many crooks, Seiler was careful
of appearance. His mother had supplied
him with plenty of clean linen and kept
his clothes well pressed. So, the young
man who confronted us that afternoon
was as neat and well groomed as any

prosperous young business man ever was.

“Sooner or later,” he said, dropping into
a chair near Inspector Carey’s desk, “you
cops’ll get Jerry Calahan, and I want to
tell you that he had no hand in the
shooting. He is just a poor, dopey kid.
He had a gun, but he was so nervous he
couldn’t hold it, because his hands were
shaking so, and I thought he might shoot
one of us. I don’t know where he lives,
exactly. It’s somewhere on Ninth Avenue,
in the fifties. His dad works in the
Post Office. If you’re going to get him

Walter Tipping, alias “Whitey,” alias
“Tippy” Murray, killed in gun-battle with
detectives who had trailed him from New
York after the Masterson murder, to the
Adirondack retreat where he was cornered

and met his fate
-

. I’d as soon you got him while I can
put in a good word for him. He over-
heard Tippy making plans ‘one evening in
a speak-easy, and Tippy insisted on his
joining to keep his trap shut!”

Detective Winkelman.-was assigned to
pick up Jerry Calahan....He visited the
board of elections ‘and: looked through
all the C’s. He found several of that
name, but only one who..gave his occupa-
tion as that of letter-carrier, living in the
district Seiler named:

Inspector: Shey in the. -General Post
Office was interviewed, and immediately
sent for the mail-man,* who was struck
dumb when the detective’s mission was
explained.

“There's a mistake somewhere,” he
mumbled. “My kid’s at home sick with
tonsilitis. He’s a good kid, you'll see!”
But one glance at Jerry’s terrified eyes
when the detective approached his bed,
showed there was no mistake. He was a
great, overgrown, gangling youngster, five
feet eleven, of weedy skin and large
bones.

Jerry never served time. He went in-
sane, and was sent to the Matteawan Hos-
pital for the criminally insane.

Seiler professed to be ignorant of the
fourth man’s identity. “He was just a
guy that Tippy picked up one night when
they got to chewing the fat in a speak-
easy,” was the way he put it. “He was
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listening. I thought he was a big gas-
bag. No, I couldn’t describe him.”

“Was he with you after the stick-up
when you went out to Mrs. Peterson’s
place?” I asked him.

He looked at me sharply. “He was
not. We were all friends. He was just
an ordinary pick-up, I tell you! I don't
know where Tippy was going to join him
to divvy up.”

And that was all we ever got about
the fourth man. Somewhere or other he ts
floating about in the underworld. Some
day he may again be “chewing the fat
and boasting,” and that day someone may
hear him mention the 103rd Street stick-up
as one of his exploits. Then we may
hear from him.

OW, betore finishing this story, I
want to make clear Mrs. Peterson’s
part in it.

At the time the news and feature stories
were printed, she was given a pretty bad
break. It was said that Mrs. Peterson
was the sweetheart of one of the gunmen
and that they had had a quarrel over some
other. girl. Then, in revenge, she had
decoyed Tippy and Seiler to her bungalow
and sent their address to the police. Which
is all rot.

When Inspector Carey questioned her,
the young woman gave him a_ perfectly
satisfactory explanation of how she be
came mixed up with that mob.

Jerry Calahan, (above) involved in the
Masterson murder case, was tracked down
by Detective Winkelman

“T met Peter Seiler when he was a
youngster spending a vacation in Old
Forge,” she said. “He was very bright,
and full of fun. That’s why they called
him Oo-La. I took an interest in him,
and when he grew older and seemed to
be getting a bit wild, I tried to influence
him, and thought he was taking my advice.

“When he introduced me to Tippy
I was very favorably impressed with
the young man. After all, you never
dream of anyone introducing you to a
gunman! We danced around and went
places. Frequently Oa-La came out to my
home, but he seemed to be just as much
satisfied to talk to my mother as to me.

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“On the night of December twenty-
first, I met him and Tippy. I had a girl
friend with me. About two o'clock they
asked us if we would mind waiting while
they drove over to get some gin from
their bootlegger. My husband was down
South, and there was plenty of room in
our house, so we planned to run out there
to finish out the night.

“They were gone only about an hour.
When they returned, they had two cther
young men with them, and we all drove
out to my place. I saw that Pete looked
very nervous, and I asked him what the
trouble was. He said, ‘Nothing’ The
next day, we drove about a bit, and on
the way home—about six-thirty—Tippy
telephoned. He had been doing a lot of
telephoning that day. When he entered
the car again, he whispered something to
Pete that seemed to make him more
nervous than ever.

“I insisted on knowing what the trouble
was. Pete told me that Sunday night he
and Tippy and another chap had been in
a speak-easy on West One-Thirty-Eighth
Street when the place had been held up.
Someone had blamed Pete for shooting
a man named McGlynn—trying to frame
him. They would have to hide somewhere,
Tippy said, until the police got the ones
who had really committed the crime.

“It never entered my mind that they
would do such a thing, and, quite natu-
rally, I offered them Camp Utica.

“We had dinner, and then the boys went
to town to pack up. I met them before
they left on the one-forty-five A. M. train
for Camp Utica. There I joined them a
couple of days later. The rest you know.”

And now I'll tell about the second
lucky escape I had during the scrimmage
that took place at Old Forge.

WORE a new suit that day when I

went up into the Adirondacks—in fact,
I had put it on for the first time the night
we left New York to pick up our men.

The bullet that had skipped over my
hand and arm tore through the cloth of
the sleeve and the lapel, and I took it to
my.tailor with orders to repair it.

As they always do, the tailor carefully
examined the entire garment.

“Look here,” he said, “there is another
hole on the left side!” ‘

I looked, and saw a_ small, scorched
hole in the coat just outside, an inside
breast pocket. Blooey! It made my blood
run cold, then. I took a-:leather case out
of my pocket and examined it. There. I
saw the dent made by the bullet. Tippy
had had a chance at my heart after all—
but I had been saved that time by my
identification folder!

Seiler went to the electric chair.

Note: When the police honor board
convened, Detective Martin received its
most coveted prize, the Department
Medal of Honor, and his partner,
Stephen G. Donahue, was given the
equally distinguished Daniel B. Freeman
Medal. James H. Masterson, who had
been murdered in line of duty, was not
there to receive his Department Medal
of Honor, but it was presented to his
relatives. All the other detectives work-
ing on this well-known case were cited
for honorable mention.

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For safekeeping the blonde Mrs. Peterson whisked her bandit lover and his pal off to this lonely cabin known as Camp Utica, in the Adirondack
Mountains near Old Forge, New York. Here officers staggered through snow and cold just after dawn to make a surprise raid upon the sleeping inmates

the Cop Killers of Morningside Heights

figures stood before the darkened entrance of

214 West 103rd Street, on the southern fringe
of the Morningside Heights District of New York City.
The night was cold and damp. A thick wet fog rolled
eastward from the sea coating everything it touched
with beads of moisture. The foremost ef the group
drew his overcoat closer to his neck and coughed ner-
vously. From his pocket he took a small white card and
after casting a quick glance at his silent companions,
pressed a button on the side of the heavy green door
which barred the way to one of New York’s many
flourishing speakeasies.

In the distance a bell tinkled faintly. Someone in
the group stamped his feet, shivering in the cold. The
man holding the card frowned, but before he could utter
a word, a small aperture in the green door opened and
the florid, pudgy face of the proprietor looked out in-
quiringly. He scrutinized it, nodded. The peephole
snapped shut, a lock clicked and the green door swung
open.

A wave of hot, steamy, smoke-filled air swept across
the threshold as the men filed through. After they had
entered, their demeanor instantly changed; their actions
became quick, precise. At a nod from the foremost man
they ranged themselves on each side of him. Their
right hands were jammed deep into their coat pockets.

O* THE night of January 31, 1927, four shadowy

“Get in the corner everybody,” barked the leader. ©

“This is a stickup.”

ROM his pocket he whipped a shiny steel revolver.

Startled and bewildered, the crowd of patrons lining
the bar edged slowly to the rear. Uncertainly the
raised their hands. A young girl seated at a small,
gingham-covered table, screamed _ hysterically.

“Keep quiet or we'll kill you all,” shouted the bandit
leader, his face an angry red.

There was a crash of bottles and glass as the girl,
in her haste to get up, overturned the table.

Ignoring the commotion, the leader stepped behind
the bar, shoved his gun into the bartender’s ‘ribs. . The
latter grunted and held his hands high. Quickly the
bandit scooped $250 from the open cash drawer. Then
he looked to his confederates. They were making their
way along the line of patrons, taking jewelry and money.

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"The Leader Looked at the
Writhing Form of the De-.
tective, on That Speakeasy
Floor. 'You Take a Shot at
Him,’ He Suggested to
His Confederate ...
'Take Another One'" ...

By Richard Hirsch

Special Correspondent, Official
Detective Stories

Something shining on the barkeep’s hand caught
the bandit leader’s eye.

: Ps ccs a nice ring you: have on,” he said. ‘Take
it off.”

Beads of perspiration rolled down the bartender’s
fat cheeks as he tugged at ghe jewel. But ‘try as he
would, the ring did not come off.

“Hurry or I'll blow the damn thing off,” fumed the
bandit leader.

He pointed his gun at the man’s hand.

A LOOK of desperate fear came over the bartender’s
face. He pleaded with the gangster for mercy.
His vanity touched, the latter waved his hand.

“Ill take your watch and chain then.”

The bartender heaved a sigh of relief and handed
over his gold watch.

Only,a few yards away:a man with steely blue eyes
watched the scene at the bar with the intensity of a

hawk. It was Detective James Masterson who had en-
tered the speakeasy to contact an underworld character
who had promised him some information. Outnum-
bered by the gangsters, he seethed inwardly at his dis-
advantage. He watched the leader for a slip up, however
determined to break up the bold raid at the first
opportunity.

HEN the bandit turned his back momentarily to

examine the bartender’s watch Masterson saw his
chance. He reached for the revolver on his hip. But
the bandit, seeing the sudden movement in the mirror
behind the bar, wheeled suddenly. The ugly barre! of
his gun spat flame. Masterson’s arm dropped and _ he
clutched at his stomach, his face distorted with pain
He lurched forward and blindly stumbied through
Pair of swinging doors into a side room off the bar

“Leave him to me,’ ordered the leader as his com-
panions looked inquiringly for directions. They noddec
and continued searching the patrons. One, however
joined the: leader and together they entered the side
room.

Masterson’s curly blond hair was damp with swea!
as he leaned against the wall to steady himself. Near
him was a frightened young girl, Helen Graves, who had
stepped into the room to adjust her makeup. About &
go to Masterson’s aid, she hesitated when she saw the
two’ bandits burst in

HE leader looked at the writhing figure of the Detec-
tive and sneered. He reached into Masterson’s hol-
ster and extracted his gun.
“Take a shot at him,” he suggested to his con
federate, handing him the police revolver
The latter snapped the trigger; the gun roared tn

response. The girl gave a scream and clapped her hand
to her shoulder. A stream of bright blood stained her
dress.

“Take another one,” ordered the leader

Again the gun roared. This time Masterson’s heac
spun around as a bullet tore through his nose.

In the adjoining room the patrons were terrified at
the sound of the shooting and when the bleeding form
of Masterson was shoved through the doorway, their
alarm was increased. The girl, Helen Graves, cime out

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next and she begged the bandits to allow her to lie on
the floor, since the wound had made her dizzy and ill.

Masterson was propped against the wall and the
bandit leader turned to supervise the work of his sub-
ordinates. Helen Graves lay down on the floor at the
end of the bar.

“You've Hurt this girl,” said one of the waiters
angrily.

“She’s not hurt,” replied the bandit leader.

“lam,” cried Helen Graves. ‘You shot me in the
shoulder,”

“If you don’t shut up we'll shoot you in the head
Sips oy did that holster guy over there,” threatened the
bandit.

DAAS TERN, swaying on his feet, clutched his hands
to his stomach and groaned. The bandit walked
over to him, his thin lips curled in a cruel smile.

“What are you doing that for?” he asked.

“Nothing,” mumbled Masterson.

The bandit’s face twisted. He struck Masterson on
the jaw with the butt of his gun. For a moment the
Detective rocked dizzily. Then he sprawled headlong to
the floor where he lay amidst the broken glassware from
the overturned table.

Casting a glance at the fallen man, the leader called
out to all cohorts, “Let’s get out of here. Is everything
ready all along the line?”

“Everything’s cleaned up.”

The three others who by this time had stuffed their
pockets with cash and jewelry, ran to the door. The
leader paused on the threshold and waved his gun men-
acingly at his victims.

“Anyone trying to leave here within ten minutes
will be shot,” he warned.

The door slammed and the crowd stood in stunned
silence as the invaders disappeared.

A few minutes later Pataca Thomas McVeigh,
on post at 103rd Street and Broadway, was’startled from
his calm contemplation of the scene by a hatless man,
running towards him shouting, “There’s been a shooting
down the block. Hurry.”

RACY Ein broke into a run and followed his inform-

ant. In front of No. 214 he saw two men climbing |

into an automobile.

“Hold on there,” he shouted.

They hesitated and in a split second McVeigh was
upon them. Quickly he searched them for weapons.
However, they proved to be patrons of the place and
were unarmed. The policeman ordered them to return
to the speakeasy for questioning.

Once inside, McVeigh cast a glance at the prostrate
form of Masterson and seized a telephone. He called an
ambulance and summoned detectives from the West

Walter Tipping, burglar and holdup man whose
life was ended abruptly when he resisted capture
by New York police who sought him in con-
nection with the killing of a brother officer

100th Street Station. . Masterson oy
was rushed to Knickerbocker
Hospital where an emergency.
operation was performed by Doc- Pp
tor William A. Fraser. The De-

tective’s intestines were found

to be ruptured in twelve places

and he was unconscious from
shock. Blood transfusions failed
to rally him, and his life was
despaired of,

Helen Graves likewise was
taken to a hospital. The bullet
meant for Masterson had torn
the ligaments of her shoulder and
her arm was paralyzed.

Back at the speakeasy the
precinct detectives who had been
joined by picked operatives from
the Homicide Squad were busy
obtaining descriptions of the ban-
dits. Apart from the fact that
all were youthful and neatly
dressed, no definite clews to their
identity were uncovered.

Bal! to be questioned by
Captain Daniel Kerr of the
Homicide Squad was the man-
ager, Louis De Rosa, who had
admitted the bandits through
the big green door. .

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Street. and West End Avenue.”

As-they were talking, one of
the detectives who had been ex-
amining the entrance vestibule
approached. In his hand he held
a white card.

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Summoning two of his men,
Kerr told them that they were
to accompany him to the Pad-
dock Club. ,

“There’s just a chance that
they might know something
down there.” ;

A few minutes later the Homicide Squad’s big
gray limousine was rocketing down Broadway and
soon the police found .themselves before a dark brown-
stone house. Over the basement entrance hung a small
metal sign bearing the name: The Paddock Club.

Kerr rang the bell and flashed the white card when
the door was opened. Inside the detectives saw several
couples seated at side-tables along the walls of the
room. At the bar a white-aproned man was polishing
glasses. ;

“Yes gentlemen, what can I do for you?” asked the
Manager who came towards them rubbing his hands.

“Just this,” said Kerr flashing his badge. “We want
some information.”

At the sight of the gold police shield the Manager
flushed crimson.

“Calm down,” said Kerr. “This isn’t a raid. What
a ye know about this card?” He displayed the paste-

oard.

The Manager turned the card over in his hand and
looked at it thoughtfully. j

“Tell us or there will be trouble,” warned Kerr.

K fata Manager’s eyes narrowed. He _ shrugged ‘his
shoulders.

“I gave this card to a customer of mine, Whitey
Miller.”

“Was he here this evening?”

“Yes, with a party of four men and two girls.
Whitey and the men left the place for a while and then
they came back to call for the girls. They couldn’t have
left here over fifteen minutes ago.”

“Where does this Whitey Miller live?”

“At 33 Convent Avenue, I believe.”

“Let’s get moving,” said’ Kerr to the other detectives.
His face was set in a grim line. ¢

It was nearly two o'clock in the morning-when the
police drew up before the Convent Avenue address. No.
33 proved to be a rooming house. Kerr rang the bell
insistently and finally the curtains on the front door
were parted and a woman peered out.

“Open up,” ordered Kerr. . :

The latch clicked and as the detectives filed in the
woman pulled her flannel dressing gown closer to her
body. Her face was white with fear and excitement.

“What do you men want here?” she gasped.

“Do you know anyone by the name of Miller? A
blond-haired. chap?” :

“He was a boarder here. He checked out. early
this evening with a friend of his, Peter Seiler. That

Diagram shows interior of cabin where capture was made. Seiler was
overpowered by officers in bed in rear room (5). Tipping hid in bedroom
(6) just off porch and returned the fire of officers, designated by figures
2, 3 and 4, who were shooting from hall. After an officer (1) went outside
and fired inside through a window, Tipping was killed in the crossfire

makes the third party that I lost this week.”

“Where did he go?” asked Kerr scarcely concealing
his disappointment.

“I’m sure | don’t know,” replied the woman sharply.
“I mind my own business.”

“Will you please show us the room he used?”

“All right,” responded the landlady. She gathered
her robe about her and led the detectives up the car-
peted staircase.

“I don’t mind telling you that he left nothing be-
hind,” she said as she put the key in the door. “See for
yourself. The room is as clean as a whistle.”

ic Sake stepped into the bedroom. The place was spot-
less, the two beds neat and undisturbed. Closets
and bureau drawers were empty.

“Is this a double room?” asked Kerr.

“Yes. Miller lived here with Peter Seiler.”

“IT see,” said Kerr, his eyes roving along the walls.
They rested on a printed notice hung in a glass frame
on the back of the door. It was a list of rules for resi-
dents. Idly Kerr scanned them, but as he went along his
interest increased.

“I see that you have your boarders keep a record of
telephone calls,” he commented.

“I do,” the woman replied firmly. “I don’t approve
of letting the boarders or the telephone company get
away with anything.”

“Can | see the list for the past month?”

“T’ll have it for you in a minute.”

She returned with a small notebook.

UICKLY Kerr thumbed the pages. As his eyes
ran up and down the lines he noted that one num-
ber in particular was called with great frequency by both
Seiler and Miller. It was in Forest Hills, Long Island,
a suburb of the city. Kerr jotted down the number,
then leaving one man at the house to await further de-
velopments, he sped downtown to headquarters. There
he was soon in conference with Assistant Chief Inspec-
tor John J. Sullivan, Commander of the Detective Di-
vision.
* Sullivan listened in silence to Kerr’s report, his
thick, bushy eyebrows knitted into a frown.
“We'll take care of that telephone number,” he said.
“It might be a-girl who will bear watching.”

Meanwhile at the Bureau of Criminal Identification
clerks searching the files found that Whitey Miller was

an alias for Walter Tipping, a persistent lawbreaker with
four prison terms on his record. As a juvenile he had

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last word. Then ‘she asked quickly,
“May I have my bag?”
“Sorry, lady,” the detective refused,

‘slipping the bag into his pocket.

“We’re not through with it yet.”

With this the detectives left the big
house and went out to their car.

“I think,” observed Brady as he
gunned the motor and swung the ma-
chine out into the street, “that she’s
guilty as the devil.”

“So do I,” declared Martin. “But
we've got to prove it. Only then can
we get to the gunmen who shot
Masterson.”

They drove back over the bridge
to Manhattan and to the station house.
There they telephoned the hospital to
check on the condition of Masterson:
The wounded patrolman, they learned,
still was on the critical list. The
sleuths went to their homes for some
badly-needed sleep. The date was
January 31, 1927.

Early the next morning they met
at the station to plot a,course of action.
Masterson still was clinging to life
by a.thread, but little hope was held
for him. Descriptions of the two
gunmen and of the stolen jewelry
had gone out to all precincts in the
city and all departments in the metro-
politan area. But no trace of either
had been reported.

Tap Phone

“We’ve got to watch Nora Miller’s
house,” Martin declared. “I’m con-
vinced that the gunmen will try to
contact her.”

‘It might be a good idea,” added
Brady, “if we tapped her telephone
line. The crooks would be likely to
phone to see if the coast was clear
before visiting her.
tercept the call we might be able to:
grab them.”

Martin enthusiastically agreed with. ;

his colleague’s suggestion. The de-
tectives drove at once to headquarters.
There they arranged for,a 24-hour
guard to be thrown around the For-
est Hills house and obtained depart-
mental permission to tap Mrs. Miller’s
telephone wires.

Fhis accomplished the two sleuths
drove to Forest Hills to join the
Queens detectives who already had
been posted there. An expert police
wiretapper had preceded them. When

they arrived a concealed line already

was strung from outside the Miller
house to a deserted shack in a vacant
lot nearby. - ;

Martin and Brady took ‘ up. these
posts at the shack, alternating at
wearing the telephone headsét ‘which
was connected with ‘Nora aMiier's
line.

During the remainder of the day
the ex-dancer received no visitors,
and only two phone calls. One was

from her grocer demanding payment’ ©

of an overdue bill. The-aqther was
from her hairdresser corfirming an
appointment for the next’day.
Meanwhile other’ detectives as-
signed to the case -had been making

inquiries in the neighborhood about:
Mrs. Miller’s character, habits and ac- -

APRIL, 1943

If we could in- ;

ca

tivities. But they learned little. To
her neighbors she was almost as much
of a mystery as she was to police.

The only two facts about her which
seemed to stand out were that her
husband was absent for long inter-
vals, and during his absences a num-
ber of young men visited the house.

At 6 o’clock that evening, after the
deep winter darkness had fallen,
Brady walked to a nearby drugstore
and telephoned the hospital. He
heard the news that all had feared—
Patrolman Masterson had died of his
wounds only a few minutes earlier. ,

Rejoining Martin and the other de-
tectives, Brady told them the grim

tidings. ‘“Jim’s dead, ” he ‘said tone-
lessly. “Now we're hunging - a pair
of; killers.”

The muscles of Martin’s ‘jaws set
firmly. ~“We’ll get them, too!” he de-
clared. . hey can’t kill a cop and
get away eit it!”

The silence which followed sudden- *
ly was broken by a quick gesture
from Martin, who wore the headset.
He raised one finger to his lips and
his gray eyes sparkled expectantly.
Another call was coming through!

Taking a pencil from his vest pock-
et, the officer wrote carefully in his
notebook. Soon he stripped off the
headset.

Chase Begins

“Look, men!” he said eagerly, ex-
tending the opened notebook. “The
blonde has just received a long-dis-
tance call from a man named Pete. It
was placed at Old Forge, N. Y., up
in the Adirondacks. Pete told her
he was at the bungalow with another
man named Walt, and that they would
wait there for her to came. She said
she’d leave late tonight in her car!”

“Those two must be the muggs
“who killed Masterson!” declared
Brady.

The other detectives nodded vigor-
ously in agreement. “We'll wait for
her in two squad cars,” said Martin,
“one at each end of the block. Then
whichever way she goes, we can tail
her. She'll lead us to the hideout.”

For four hours the sleuths kept
their vigil—Martin and Brady each
in charge of a detail in a squad car,
while two other officers remained at
the shack to intercept any further
telephone calls.

Suddenly the big house went dark
and a feminine figure bundled in a
heavy fur coat emerged and hurried
to the garage.

The Lincoln sedan slid out, backed
into the street and paused momen-
tarily. The drivers of both squad
cars started’ their motors.

Whirling abruptly toward Queens
» Boulevard, the Lincoln roared off

down the avenue. The near est squad

“year "pulled . away . after’ it, “with the

other machine foNowing close behind.

Nora’ Miller drove like a mad-
woman. With complete disregard for
traffic lights and regulations she
plunged the powerful sedan straight
into the heavy traffic of the boulevard,
heading for the city.

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It’s a

Fact!

LET THE PUNISHMENT fit thé
crime, reasoned the judge in a San

Francisco court
George Murray,

days in jail—e day foreach pound

as he sentenced
sugar thief, to 24

stolen. He specified that George

would have to

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drink his coffee .

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James Allen Blackwood, Jr., of
Kansas City has met with financial

ruin at the age
broke into the

of two. A thief
Blackwood home

and made off with two penny banks

containing his life savings, $2.50.
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Little Rock, Ark., police had

plenty of evidence against a Negro

nabbed for burglary and grand lar-
- ceny., When arrested he was wear-

*. ing three pairs of pants, three vests,
three suit coats and one bathrobe—

all of which” were stolen from ‘

Jockers at ere Smith College!

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_ embittered thief. _He’s disillusioned :
about lady cab drivers.

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P cocuoed a gun and forced her to

pull to the curb,

she made a grab

for the leather kit beside her.

“T’ll take that,” said the crook.

He ordered her out of the cab and

sped off.

The kit contained a powder puff,
lipstick, rouge, hairpins, nail file,
face powder and a small note book,
while safe in Mrs. Lee’s coat pocket

was the cash, $6.

Police later found the deserted

cab.
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Carpenter Ralph J. Geer seemed
so attached to the tools of his trade

that police of Uxbridge,

Mass., per-

mitted him to keep them when they

locked him up

drunkenness. Geer also took his .

on a charge of

equipment along when he sawed

his way out.
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Charged with drunkenness, a
prisoner in a San Francisco court

told the judge an

injury to his right

arm kept-him from gainful em-

ployment.

“If your injury is so bad you
can’t work, how can you drink?”

asked Municipal
Harris.

“It’s this way,
I’m a right-handed

answer.

Judge George B.
judge,” came the

worker and a left-handed drinker.”
‘T'm ambidextrous myself,” the

judge shot back.

“T’'ll give you five

days with my right hand and five
‘more with the left—a total of 10

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Time after time she cut off other
drivers by a matter of inches, nar-
rowly missed colliding head-on with
other autos. .

Cold sweat stood out on the brows
of the detectives at the wheels of the

two squad machines. To halt the’

fleeing Lincoln all they had to do
was to touch their siren buttons. At
the wail of these alarms traffic police-
men would block the intersections.
But the detectives simply followed
the rocketing sedan. The blonde was
leading them, they hoped, to the hide-
out of the pair who had killed their
comrade.

The chase led over the Queensbor-
ough bridge, across midtown Man-
hattan past the lower boundary of
Central Park, into the northbound
park boulevard to West Seventy-sec-
ond street, across to Broadway and
north toward Yonkers and the high-
way to Albany and upstate New York.

The Lincoln was still in sight as the
cavalcade roared uptown, but in
Washington Heights the blonde’s se-
dan swerved sharply in front of a
truck which shot crosswise into traf-
fic, snarling it at a, busy intersection.
The two squad cars could not get
through. The officers swore vainly
until a patrolman finally untangled
the traffic.

Reach The Cabin

When the detectives finally got
under way again Nora Miller’s car
was nowhere in sight.

“Well,” said Martin regretfully,
“she’s a long way ahead of us by
now, on her way to Old Forge. The
best we can do is to try to catch up
with her.”

His car leaped ahead as he jammed
the accelerator to the floor. This
speed on the icy roads was dangerous,
but he had to risk it.

Brady, close behind in the second

-car, hung on and cursed. “That

blonde’s either drunk or crazy!” he
told his companion. :

Lurching from side to side, skidding
into drifts and ploughing out again,
the two squad cars roared northward
for five hours. At last they reached
Utica, some 150 miles from New York
City.

Still they failed to overtake the
sedan in which Nora Miller fled. From
Utica they’ sped farther north the
remaining 50 miles to Old Forge. Fi-
nally, just before dawn, they reached

Gate Open, Prisoners Stay

A storm broke in Maryland
and brought with it a bolt of
lightning which threw open the
great iron gate at the Worcester
County jail—but not one of the
14 prisoners made a move to
escape.

"They just began to yell blue
murder, they were scared so
badly," said Deputy Sheriff Gor-

don Bowen.

50

the historic little village high in the
Adirondacks.

They drew-up in front of the com-
bined. general store and _postoffice.
Martin and Brady knocked heavily on
the door until the proprieter-post-
master, who liyed,‘ipstairs; ‘came to’
the window. “ Seeing the officers, ‘he:
hastened down and admitted them. ,

“Does anyone named Miller own a
bungalow here?” demanded Martin.

“Why, yes,” replied the postmaster.
“A man and woman by that name
from New York have a summer place
out east a couple of miles. © They
call it Camp Utica. But the house
is closed up for the winter. They
ain’t been here since September.”

“We'll soon see about that!” growled
Brady.

Obtaining directions from the store-

_ keeper, the detectives headed quickly

for Camp Utica. They drew up a
half-mile down the road from the
bungalow and advanced on foot.

“Be careful,” warned Martin.
“These thugs are cold-blooded killers.
Spread out and circle the place. Then
we'll close in slowly.”

The four detectives split up—Mar-
tin and Brady approaching the front
of the bungalow, while Detectives

Steve Donahue and Frank Teed crept |»
228fhe right size,” observed Martin.

up from the rear.’ All held guns
ready. :

“Come on out!” shouted Martin.
“Or we'll blast you out!”

A gun barked in answer from a
front window and a slug ploughed
through the officer’s left forearm. All
four of the detectives’ guns roared in
return. Keeping up a steady fire, the
officers retired to the shelter of the
surrounding trees.

“I’m going to rush them alone from
the side,” said Martin. “You men
keep them busy from the front.”

One Suspect Slain

As the other detectives traded shots
with their quarry in the bungalow,
Martin crept through the underbrush
and circled to the side of the build-
ing. Crawling on hands and knees
to’a window, he raised his gun to the
pane, took aim and fired. The firing
from within stopped abruptly. A wo-
man’s shrill scream cut the cold: air.

“Come on, men!” shouted. Martin
“We're going in!”

Running through the deep snow,
the other three detectives rushed to-
ward the house. Teed and Donahue
kicked in the front door while Brady

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. joined Martin and they burst through
“the back door. i

In the kitchen Brady ran into a

“man who grappled with him. Wrench-

ing his right arm free, the detective
clipped his foe on the chin, dropping
him to the floor.

Bending over the unconscious man,
Brady saw that he was tall and thin—
answering the description of one of
Masterson’s killers. He was bleeding
from a wound in the left shoulder.
The sleuth snapped handcuffs on his
wrists.

In the living-room the detectives
found the body of a second:tall, thin
man sprawled on the floor*in front

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of the stone fireplace,. Blood oozed
from an ugly hole in his'right temple.
He was dead. .;."

But where wés Nora Miller, the
blonde? Ther was one room left—
the bedroom. There Martin flung
apen’ the door of the single closet.

‘ Cfouched in one corner, sobbing hys-
“terically, was the ex-dancer.

“You're under arrest,” said the de-
tective. “ame 4. ,

The blonde ‘straggled to her feet
and emerged“ffom the closet. - “What
for?” she asked.in a quavering voice.

“Complicity in the murder of Pa-
trolman Masterson,” replied the .de-
tective evenly.

Clad in a sheer silk wrapper, the
blonde made a pitiful figure. When
she heard the charge against her she
broke into tears.

“I don’t know anything about it!”
she sobbed.

“We'll find out about that,” declared
Martin. “Get dressed. You and your
boy friends—dead and alive—are go-
ing back to New York.”

A search of the house turned. up
three of five watches stolen from the
night ‘club patrons.

.4, From the wounded man and from
‘the.dead one the detective took two

(88 caliber Colt automatics.

“The same as the slugs that killed
Masterson. We'll turn these over to
the ballistics men. If they match,
there’ll be two dead killers instead of
one!”

The sleuths revived the wounded
gunman with a bucket of cold water.
He was sullen at first, then gave his
name as Peter A. Seiler, Jr., 21, of
New York City. He said he had no
regular job. ,

“Is that his real name?” Brady
demanded of the blonde.

“Yes,” she replied petulantly. “The
other one was Walter Tipping Mur-
ray, 24.” ,

Admits Holdup

The detectives drove the handcuffed
prisoner and the blonde back to the
village, with Detective Teed following
in the Lincoln, which was found
parked in the garage. They made
arrangements for an undertaker to
-ship the body of Murray back to the

4, city. Then they started out for New
“York.

Meanwhile back at the Forest Hills
house other detectives had arrested
Flo Reynolds, the blonde’s friend,

Axes For Axis

Hundreds of criminals’ weap-
ons in the New York City crimi-
nal court's 36-year-old collection
are going back into action—
against the Axis.

More than a ton and a half
of axes, meat cleavers, lead
pipe, knives, scissors, razors, sash-
weights, rivets, billies, bayonets
and blackjacks were recently
added to the city's scrap pile.

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desperate intruder cried, “I got a
watch here worth $200. I'll give it
to you if you don’t say nothing.”

Kelly, although now apparently
turned honest, still placed great store
in material possessions. He finally
agreed. ee

Monk turned the watch over to him
in one of the few cases on record in
which a burglar gave his prospective
victim something.

A man once walked into Harlem
Hospital and announced that he
needed an operation. The doctors
found he had correctly diagnosed his
own case, and when they were get-
ting him ready for the ether they
were astounded to find his body
literally covered with lumps, cuts,
bruises and bullet scars.

“Where did you get wounded?” one
surgeon asked.

“In the war,” the patient replied.

“Spanish American?”

“No, East Side. I’m Monk East-
man.”

These were the things the War De-
partment investigator found out about
the volunteer who had been spotted
by the sergeant at Spartanburg.

"Exceptional" Service

The officers were dubious, but they
finally decided that since Monk had
volunteered, to let him stay in the
Army but to get rid of him at the
first sign of any of his old tricks.

They received a stunning surprise.
Not only was Monk highly regarded
by his fellow soldiers, who described
him as always ready to do his share
and more, but he also proved to be
as much of a terror to the Germans
as he had been to the shrinking little
merchants and pushcart peddlers of
the East Side.

Assistant District Attorney Land
had once called him a “scoundrel,
thug, burglar and self-confessed per-
jurer.” But when he was honorably
discharged after the war, he was de-
scribed by Uncle Sam as “honest and
faithful” and a soldier who had given
“exceptional” service.

The citation was well earned. :,On
one occasion Monk had charged’jan
enemy machine gun nest at Vierstraat
Ridge practically single-handed, and
put it out of commission. He was
wounded in this action and sent to a
hospital in the rear. On the third
day after his arrival he slipped out of
bed, put on his uniform and made his
way back to the front line trenches.
He explained that he couldn’t stand
the lack of action.

Once again he was wounded and
once again he left the hospital’ long
before his term of convalescence had
expired.

Governor Al Smith and other im-
portant men became interested in him
after he had made an application for
restoration of his citizenship. His ex-
cellent army record and his announced
intention of quitting the old life and
going straight carried sufficient weight
to get him back his right to vote.

Eastman evidently stuck to his re-

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solve. He got a job as a car cleaner
in a garage on Twentieth Street in
New York and took his place in the

army of subway commuters. The East |

Side saw him no more.
When he came to police atten-

‘tion again it. was in the familiar’

violent manner. At 4° o'clock ona
freezing. morning in January, 1922, ‘his
body, with: five. bullets’in it, threé»of
them in-vital spots, was found by, two
patrolmen at the entrance to the.sub-
way at Fourteenth Street and Fourth
Avenue in Manhattan.” A gun, with
five empty chambers;-was lying on
the subway steps. ‘.

After some ~ excellent work, the

killed by Jeremiah W. Bohan, a Pro-
hibition agent. The killing had noth-
ing to do with Prohibition. Bohan
contended that he had got in a fight
with Eastman and that he had shot
him in self-defense, although no
weapon was found on the slain man.

Judge Crane sentenced Bohan to
from three to ten years for man-
slaughter. On June 24, 1923, he was
paroled.

Eastman’s army career proves be-
yond doubt that there are men—
probably plenty of them—in the crim-
inal class who will make excellent
soldiers if only they are givern*the
opportunity. het

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Prohibition Slaughter.

(Continued from page 6)

quibbled; they simply walked into his
shop and tore him to pieces with
bullets. Another man who similarly
demurred met a like fate.

Then followed the almost incredible
denouement of the savage murder of
two Chicago detectives.

It was almost impossible to obtain
a jury to try two men who had com-
mitted murder in front of an officer.
An entire panel of 238 veniremen
provided just four jurors.

“Why should I subject my family
and myself to the vengeance of the
gang’s killers if the jury should find
these men guilty?” protested one
talesman. He spoke for all.,

It took 1,000 men to fill-a jury box
with 12 seats init! -) oy,

The. ‘two mobsters were first'.tried
for kifling Olson. The jury said guilty
—of manslaughter! They were sen-
tenced to 14 years in prison. And
when three months later they were
tried for the cold-blooded murder of
Detective Walsh, Scalisi and Anselmi
were acquitted!

On top of it all, the two hoodlum-
slayers spent exactly seven months
in the penitentiary at Joliet before
the Jllinois Supreme Court granted
them a new trial, and at this they
were acquitted.

Yes, that’s the way it was little
more than a decade ago. And that’s
the way it will be again—but worse—
if bluenosed “patriots” ever foist
Prohibition on America again.

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Solving New York’s
Night Club Killing

(Cottinued from page 29)

you girls got yourselves married .to
good, substantial husbands and settled
down to nice, quiet lives, didn’t you?”
asked Martin.

“Tpat’s right,” insisted Mrs. Miller.
“Have you a picture of your hus-

__bartd #re—a recent one?” he pressed.

“You're: causing me an awful lot

cclice fund’ that amen had been’ #2 trouble,” observed the blonde. “And

I want to get to bed. But I'll show
you the picture if you'll leave me
alone after that.”

“Mrs. Miller,” barked Martin, “this
is no time for nonsense. We're here
on a serious matter, and we'll leave
only when we've got all the informa-
tion we want.”

The blonde went into the living
room and returned with a large pic-
ture of a heavy-set, middle-aged man
with graying hair. The detectives
needed but one look to know that
Miller could not have been one of
the gunmen.

He Keeps The Bag

Martin motioned for Mrs. Miller to
take the picture away. “One more
question,” he continued. “Where is
Flo?” . .

“T don’t know,” replied the blonde.
“She wrote me—as you know—that
she was arriving yesterday to visit me.
But she never called, and sent no
word. I decided she must have been
delayed. She'll probably blow into
town tomorrow and wake me up out
of a sound sleep.”

The detectives exchanged a quick
glance as they pondered their next
move. What else could they ask
Mrs. Miller? Except for the circum-
stance that she had escaped from the
holdup scené in full view of the gun-
men without being shot, there was
nothing to link her with the crime.
And yet, even Patrolman Masterson
had: been suspicious of her nervous
manner and the fact that she sat
near the door.

Martin decided to make a last at-
tempt to obtain some information
from her. “Mrs. Miller,” he asked,
“what were you doing in that night
club alone?”

The blonde hesitated a moment.
Then her red lips curled as she re-
plied. “I’ve been so lonesome since
Steve went down South. I just
couldn’t stand it any longer, so to-
night I decided to go out—all by my-
self. I didn’t want a man to escort
me because Steve is so jealous.”

The detectives saw they were get-
ting nowhere with this clever woman.
“Well,” said Martin, as they turned
to depart. “That’s all for now, but’
let me warn you—don’t leave town.
We may want you for further ques-
tioning, particularly if Masterson dies.
Then it will be murder!”

The blonde’s eyes widened at the

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the two gunmen was wrung by de-
tectives.

The husbands of both Nora and Flo
had little interest in dancing and
drinking. Seeking companionship,
the two former dancers had struck up
an acquaintance with Seiler and Mur-
ray in a bar.

Seiler and Murray had fallen into
crime for two reasons—easy money
and ‘thrills.

Confronted with Flo’s testimony in
the office of Police Commissioner
George V. McLaughlin in New York,
Seiler broke down and confessed.

“Sure, we robbed that night lub,”
he babbled.

Flo was going to drive the getaway |
car, but she didn’t get down. from:
Boston in time. So we left Nora’s
car parked, with the motor running.

“We didn’t mean to kill this cop.
But he reached for, his gun—and it
was him or us. Afterwards we ran
out and jumped in Nora’s car. She
drove us away and dropped us in
Times Square. We went on up to
Old Forge by train.”

“Which one of you fired the shots
that killed Masterson?” asked the
commissioner,

“Murray!” said Seiler promptly,
trying to place the blame on his dead
companion.

But the ballistics report showed
Seiler was lying. The lethal slugs had
been fired from his gun.

After Seiler was led away to a cell
in the Tombs, Commissioner Mc-
Laughlin promoted Detectives Teed
and Brady to first grade detectives. in
recognition of their brave works De
tectives Martin and Donahue already
were first grade men. ae

Less than a week later Seiler was
indicted by a New York County grand
jury on a charge of first degree mur-
der. Because they agreed to testify
for the state Nora Miller and Flo
Reynolds faced no charges, They
were released on bail as material wit-
nesses,

Late in April Seiler went on trial in
General Sessions before J udge George
L. Donnellan and a jury. Assistant
District Attorney James E. McDonald
introduced the ballistics evidence to
show that Seiler fired the fatal shot,
Defense counsel charged that it was
Murray who had killed Masterson,
and that Seiler was toe drunk at the
time to know what he. was doing.

On May 5, 1927, the“@usé was given
to the jury, The vé1 ict’ was re-
turned in the recérd ti fe. Of 15 min-
utes—guilty of first degree murder ti

Three months later Seiler paid with
his life in the Sing Sing electric chtir’
for the cold-blooded murder of an
officer. wy :

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EprTor’s Nore: .T6 spare possible
embarrassment - to. innocent persons,
the names Nora Miller, Flo Reynolds,
Steve Miller and Dan Reynolds, used
in this story, are not real but fictitious.

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APRIL, 1943
sen

“Nora put the finger ‘on’ killer. But if

the place and gave us the signal.".

Chloroform Death of
the Diamond Lady

(Continued from page 23)

It was inevitable, I thought, that
with her heedless penchant for friend-
liness and the temptation of her jew-
els, murder and Maude Kennedy
would find each other. 4

After’ questioning the neighbors we
followed’ the trolley: car trail to the
vicinity of the lonely lane. There
we found two people who had actually
seen the life and death struggle be-
tween the frail little victim and her
we hoped for a lead,
we were doomed: to disappointment.
The witnesses had assumed the sway-
ing shadows in the lane to be drunks
and had paid little attention.".; |

Disgruntled, Oaks and I returned
to the Kennedy house. Darkness had
fallen. Philip and his wife were
home, the former having been to the
morgue to complete the formality of
identification, Governeur, the board-
er, was out. In the living room with
the Kennedys was a short, good-
looking lad of about 20 whom Philip
introduced as Percy Tugwell.

“Tug’s an old friend of the family,”
Philip said. “In fact he could prob-
ably help you more than I regarding
some of mother’s friends. She took
him into her confidence more than
anyone else—more, even, than me.”

DETECTIVE SLATER

Mm 2. A
- Front Pace Derective’bégs. the pardon
of Ora’ M: Slater; celebrated investi-
gator who is a, member of the Cal
Crim Detective Bureau, Inc., of Cin-
cinnati, O. A Photo of another sleuth
inadvertently was published as being
that of Mr. Slater in the February
issue. The correct picture of Mr.
Slater is printed above.

Young Tugwell glanced soberly at
us and then nodded. “T guess that’s
right. The funny thing is that only
this morning I was here to see Mrs.
Kennedy about something that was
worrying her. She wasn’t home, of

course. It makes me shudder to
think that even then she was dead in
that lot.”

Philip nodded eagerly. “Tug

thinks it may be a prize-fighter who
did it and...”

“Hold on a minute,” I interrupted.
“Let’s start at the beginning. Now
what about this prizefighter?”

Tugwell shrugged. “It may not
mean anything, but last Thursday I
was here to tell Mrs. Kennedy that
I planned to be: married some time
this week. When I said that she
grabbed my arm and said she had
a premonition she wouldn’t attend the
wedding. I asked her what she
meant, and she said some man threat-
ened to kill her unless she married
him. I asked her why she didn’t
go to the police, and she said she
didn’t want to because of the pub-
licity it would cause. I asked her
who the man was, and she told me it
was some prizefighter, but she
wouldn’t give me his name.” .

I looked significantly at Oaks.
Young Tugwell’s story sounded good
to me. The rubber bottle stopper
located on the scene had smelled of
ammonia and ammonia was usually
found in fight training quarters.

Warning Was Late

I nodded to Tugwell.
this morning?”
“I was worried.

“What about

She was a frail
little thing to handle such a problem
by herself. I intended to insist that
she go to the police at once.” His
eyes clouded. “I was one day too
late.”

“It’s not too late to nab_him,
though,” said Oaks. “If this fighter
killed her, he also took her jewels.
That will be a big point in our
favor.”

He and I hurried to one of the big
downtown 8yms,a hangout for fighters
preparing for local bouts. We made
endless inquiries without success. No
one seemed to know of a leather push-
er who had been Paying court to
Mrs. Kennedy,

Tired and baffled by the failure
of a substantial lead to develop, we
returned to headquarters, More dis-
appointments awaited us. An incom-
plete check of the city’s pawnshops
and jewelry establishments had
failed to turn up any of the missing
loot. The men assigned to investi-
gate Mrs. Kennedy’s friends had al-
ready talked with several who were
promptly cleared.

We were about to call it a night
when ‘a middle-aged woman was
ushered into our bureau. Her eyes
indicated her eagerness to talk. She
identified herself as Mrs. Florence H.
Cheney, the proprietor of a West
Fourth Street hotel.

She told her story quickly. She
and Maude Kennedy were close


SMITH, Claudius, white, hanged Goshen, N¥ 1/22/1779.

"Perhaps the most notorious of these Tories was Claudius Smith who has
come down to us by the sobriquet "Cowboy of the Ramapo Mountains’ and
hanged for his misdeeds, including the murder of Major Nathaniel
Strong, on January 22, 1779. He shared thegallows that day at Goshen,
Orange County, New York, with two others of lesser reputation, Thomas
Delamar and James Gordon. Delamar and Gordon were hanged for bur-
glary. Smith and three of his sons terrorized the neighborhood by their
pillaging depredations, stealing horses and delivering them to the
British in New York City. After Smith had murdered Major Strong, a
bounty was placed on his head by Governor Clinton and the man-hunt was
on. He was apprehended on Long Island and eventually brought back to
Goshen where he met his death from thebough of a cottonwood tree,"

",.eHang by the Neck..." by Teeters and Hedblom, pages 370-371.

"We hear from Goshen in Orange County that at a Special Court of Oyer

& Terminer held there the beginning of this month, six criminals were
found guilty and sentenced to be hanged on Friday next the 22nd

instant, , viz, the infamous Claudius Smith and four other men by

the names of James Gordon, Matthew Dolson, De la Marr and Rines. and

a young woman for the murder of her bastard child." NEW YORK. JOURNAL
AND GENERAL ADVERTI SER, Poughkeepsie, NY, 1/8/1789 (Rare Books Division
New York P ublic Library) Same sourcefor 3/29/1789 states "The Legis-
lature of this state during their late sitting at Poughkeepsie passed
an Act for pardoning Amy Auger for the felony therein mentioned,"

"We hear from Goshen in Orange County that on Friday the 22nd last
Claudius Smith with the other men, (or some of them), lately condemned,
were executed pursuant to their sentence." Same source, Feb. 1, 1779.

"On the 22nd last, pursuant to a sentence of the Supreme Court of this
State, Claudius Smith, James Gordon and one de la Marr were executed

at Goshen in Orange County in the presence of a number of spectators,
Claudius has been long noted for his villainy and had been often
Committed to gaol, but though his race has lasted long, he has at last
met with his deserts, He was convinced the people wished for his death,
which he mentioned more than once, Arraigned upon three several indict
ments, he was found guilty of all. He bore the sentence of death with
resolution, But at last when the order for his executi6n arrived, he
lost his courage. He confessed nothing of his crimes nor those of his
impious companions, but on the whole appeared to be a most hardened, im-
penitent wretch. Gordon, convicted of horse-stealing and de la Marr

of burglary, confessed their crimes and owned the justice of their
punishment. His Bxcellency the Governor was pleased to respite the
execution of the other three criminals till March next." Same source,
February 8, 1799.

Note: Smith' s son, James, was hanged on 6/8/1779.

"On Tuesday, the 8th instant (June 8, 1779), James
Fluelling, James Smith (son of the noted Claudius Smit), James McCor-
mick and Daniel Keith were executed at Goshen for the robberies and mur-
ders they had committed, They appeared to be extremely stupid and
impenitent." THE NEW YORK PACKET AND THE AMERICAN ADVERTISER, Fishkill,
NY, June 17, 1779.

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SLAYER OF NINEVEH JUNCTION
POSTMASTER {$ CAPTURED AND
CONFESSES ALL: DETAILS OF CRA

WAS TRAPPED IN BINGHAMTON —- HIS INFATUATION FO!
CHENANGO FORKS WOMAN PROVED TO BE CLUE
TO His UNDOING =

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HERBERT SMITH WHO CLAIMS HANCOCK AS HIS HOME IS LURED
BY A WOMAN WHO TELEPHONES THE BINGHAMTON POLIC-
AFTER THE MAN WHO IS WANTED STEPS INTO HER HOME>

“SUBMITS QUIETLY AND LATER TELLS HIS STORY TO THE OFFi-

CZRS—SAYS IT WAS ALL AN ACCIDENT AND THAT HE DID NOI

“irene TO SHOOT—DESCRIBES IN DETAIL HIS ESCAPE AND His
WANDERING ABOUT THE COUN TRY—OFFICERS ARE ENTITLE o

TO GREAT CREDIT FOR THEIR TENACITY IN HANGING ON EVE?

THOUGH THERE WERE MANY DISCOURAGEMENTS.

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The third week of a dogged, piti-
less manhunt for the alleged slayer of
Lewis Johnson, storekeeper and post-
master of the little village of Nineveh

| Junction, who was shot and killed on
the morning of Jan. 30, ended on Sat-

| urday night with the capture of Her-
bert W. Smith in the city of Bing-

jhamton. Smith, the alleged murderer,

nyan whom he deemed his friend.
His Movements Traced.

the man whose cunning had outwitted
posses numbering hundreds of men
and the officials of three counties, flirt-
ted once too often. with. Fate, and was
trapped by the simple ruse of a wo-

respective homes, and were in [in
hamton at 1:30 Sunday morning
Chief of Police Cornelius P. Cro:
of Binghamton came immediate!s
the station, and at 11 o’clock be
one of the most gruelling mivent
tions to which a criminal has ey
been subjected in ihe history of
station. At no time did he show ©
sign of breaking. Cool and collec
he answered the questions tran :

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‘giving a complete story of his
ments from the time of the murder
to his arrest that night.
' Alt Alone in the Deed.
He exonerated any other suspects
the case by admitting thar he

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On Feb.-7, authorities traced Smith’s
movements‘to the city of Binghamton,
and were convinced that he was. or

quite alone, both when he eniercu |
store at Nineveh Junction and w:

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TRIAL PRO

AILLER DIRECTS SPECIAL
RT TERM MARCH 14.TO
TAKE UP CASE

ve instigation of Justice A. L.
» of Oneonta, who is to preside
ecular tern of supreme court
for. this county April 4, Gov.
on Monday directed that a spe-
al of supreme court be held at
byt house in Norwich March 14,
ing up speeial matters.
purpose for calling the
term is to take up the Nineveh’
yy murder case promptly.
Attorney Truesdell was in-
Justice Kellogs’s action in
ve bance and readily agreed ;
he grand jury will meet March
the {rial jurors will not report
April 4. This will give time for.
lictmrent of Herbert W. Smith,
murderer of Louis
his trial three weeks

sole

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rontessed
wm, and

the authorities are determined
e the Nineveh matter cleared
he earlest possible date is cer-
-om the action in calling a spe-
‘rm, and that it will meet with |

Secvat of wil crlizens 18 assured. |

RS THAT KERENSKY
MONEY 1S IN HANDS

WPT LY:

STUDY Y COURSES

MORE THAN 15,000 OBTAIN FREE
“SCHOLARSHIPS FROM WAR |
FUND

When the "American boys came “back
from overseas and it was decided that
a considerable amount left of the “Y”
war fund would bo used in, giving free
scholarships to) deserving men, there
Was some uestion as to how interest-
ing ‘home-study courses would be (0
the ex-service man, There is no
longer any question. In fact, the en-
rollment has jumped $0 rapidly | lately
that it ig difficult to make any ‘state-
jment that is not out of date by the
time it iS printed. At the time this
item is written the total is over 15,-
(00, This number refers only to those
|who are” gludying ilrough the mails.
Thousands of other ex-service) men
have been entered in colleges, techni-

cal schools, business schools, evening
classes at ¥. M. C. A’s, ete.

The correspondence work is con:
dueted trom the New York bead iar-
ters of the Y. M.°C. A. This ais” sion
of the educational work already ¢ cu:
j pies an latge part of a good-sized buc..
ing and new instructors are added al-
imost daily. Fortunately, in New York
lit is not diflicult to secure first-class

instructors in almost any technical ;
lino, aud supplies of any description
pmay be obtained.

For many years the Y. M. C. A. re-
{rained from teaching by correspond:

city.

the city,
story, on Saturday.

drug store for medicine.

home Saturday morning, but.
return, Tle had been at her
Thursday and Friday nights, Feb. 3
and 4, during which time she had done
laundry work for him. A collar and

sion.
Couldn’t Believe It.
Chief. of Detectives Rummer

rang. Sergeant Moriarity himself an-

had been at the home of a Mrs.
Leighton at 6% Evans street, that
The house was raided, but the
man whom the officers sought had left
according to the woman’s
Her baby was
ill, and she had asked him to go to the
The man
complied with her request, leaving her
did not
homo on,

shirt of his were still in her posses-

aud
District Attorney Ward N. Truesdell
took the woman into their confidence,

he killed the younger Johnsop.
detail of the crime was gone oy
every ghastly particular of the act |
enacted to show the ofiicials how
man, handcuffed, could handle a ¢
not only to be- able to discharge
but to use it as a club as wel
withheld no slightest move
“kicking in” with a candid recital
hig crime.

Until 4 o'clock Sunday
THU Was under
tions, .both the
triet attorney
chief of police
questioning.

At & oelock Sunday morninse
trict Attorney Truesdell, Sher.
vey, Detective Rummer and Chie?
nin left Binghamton with the p

¢
rene

hHiornyypHny
a oraptd fire of qu
Chenauneso county

and the DBinshani

having voice in

er,, arriving in Norwich on the
and told her that Smith.was the maaje W. at 9:59. The prisoner was
wanted in connection with the murderjmediately removed to the Chene
of Lewis Johnson. county jail, where he will be
“You don’t mean that they—that tpending his indictment by the
you—think Herbert killed that mes.! jury and during his ‘viol.
do you?” she gasped, * : A slight, small man, only
The authorities assured her that |more than five fecc tall, diffldent
they had every reason to believe that {dejected. «:. throush = mores:
Smith was the man they wanted, and. in the jail in this efty, b
pledging the women te secrces, se-lbetween his hands, his
,cured her promise to notify them im- {drooping. There is ne doub)
mediately if she came into any knowl |mind of anyone who hos
edge as to the whereabouts ef th jthat the alleged nerderer .
man. Johnson is repentant of tis
Summoned By Phone. smay eyes were heavily cire
At 9:45 o’clock Saturday night, the }ihey alone, tu tach hunted
telephone on the desk of Sergeant E. |. xpression, told the
J. Moriarity in Police Headquarters, nights, eviiaustine tra

the pokse. ind


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TIONS.

April 22n
son's, halted awhil
t Hart’

nese
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ab

y as you approac
the first quality,
ixed with The road across from the south
th side. is ievel, <xce}

the hills are trifling.’
1812 gave Suffolk ‘comparatively. little
ond some anxious: apprehensions of danger

n the shipping at different points. The partic-
ese. attacks will be found elsewhere. A draft
;upon the militia for a three months’ service at
Harbor, where the danger of an attack seemed great-
several frigates cruised the sound and harassed the
cops plying between the ports. along the north
county and New York. This interfered
ith the shipping of cordwood from the forests

inty to‘the New York market, which
ness of considerable importance. - The
‘the market stimulated prices, and
daring enough to undertake the risk. and
uigh to: reach the city with:a load of wood
rice two or three times as great as they or-
ected for it. The cruising frigates were On
their diligence was every now and then re-
prize, Some of the vessels thus captured
for a ransom, on receipt of which they were
io: their owners, and others were burned.
this means some property was destroyed there
ng the whole war but few if any lives lost.
events of these years closed the war history
this. county was directly concerned until the
ak of the rebellion of 1861. Nearly fifty years of
mupted peace gave Suffolk an era of tranquil

| her industries promoted and her culture encouragingly ad-

‘vanced. During those years. many thousand acres of valu~..
able land were improved, the great interests of ship-build
ing and the whale-fishery rose and flourished; the rz
‘road and telegraph’ were introduced,
up
per cent.
| tion on other pag

CIVIL HISTORY. OF THE

iv the sound: ‘bull
still a good deal}

see small part south: of |
pees 5 lwas repaired and’ dew
court-house. and) jail were buil
offices are also, located at Riverhead
| The record of nishment in t S
follows: John Slacum was executed September 4th 1786,
for horse-stealing: The readiness with which ‘the: deatl

was in|r2th. 1835, for the murder of his wife; John. Halloc

‘wife; Nicholas Behan Decentber rsth 1854, f

villages were’ buil
and the population increased. more than’ a hundred
These’ matters: will receive particular atten

COUNTY—STATISTICS OF POPT

HE courts of this county were held at Southol
{and occasionally, at Southampton: until tt

ail building
re: built in’ 185:

capital punishment in. this county

i fs

sentence was passed scarcely a hundred years. ago i
vividly sho

in expiation

wn in this case, wherein a man gave: his life
of a crime for which in these days he would
hardly be arrested. It is said that he only toak the horse:
from its owner's stable and after riding it ten or twelv
miles let it go. Wiliam Erskine (colored) was execute
October 5th 1791, for rape; William Enoch January,

‘murder of a colored. woma

Samuel: Johnson. July. 6th: 1841, for the murder of b

th

der of James Wickham at Cutchogue June 2n
carwano ae

From. the earliest period each town took care.o

own poor. The former method with some towns was

“farm out” the keeping of those dependent upon public
charity to those who. would take care of them atthe least
expense to the town. This system was often attended
with inhuman abuses, and the system of providing a house. poe
for the care of the poor under the. supervision of the
‘town authorities was adopted. In 1870 the towns agreed

to try the experiment of keeping their poor in a county -
institution. Accordingly a farm was purchased at Yap-.
hank and buildings were erected upon it in 1871, at 2

July 2nd 1836, for the murder.

jts:

4 during which her resources were developed,

A}
ae 2 Pay Acs

total expense (including the site) of about $70,000. ‘

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THE WAR OF 1812--COURTS AND EXECU’ ONS, 65

eeded to a ’Squire Thompson's,
t; that is, one that is not public,
or everything it furnishes in the
s. The road on which I passed
y here is more mixed with sand
he soil is of inferior quality; yet
ill the corn ground receives, the
‘age 30 bushels to the acre, often
ja not grow much on account of
‘rye are good.
t 8 o'clock we left Mr. Thomp-
ne Green’s, distance 11 miles, and
1, in Brookhaven township, five
s place we traveled on what is
but the country through which it
ore sandy and barren as we trav-
: become very poor indeed; but a
ard the land took a different com-
rmed, From Hart's we struck
: north side, passing the east end
‘am, 8 miles; thence to Setauket,
: house of Captain Roe, which is
bliging people init. The first
ioo poor to admit inhabitants or
scrubby oak, not more than two
with small and ill-thriving pines.
am there are farms, but the land
much mixed with sand. Coram
From thence to Setauket the
as you approach the sound, but
he first quality, still a good deal
The road across from the south
‘I, except a small part sovth of
trifling.” .
ive Suffolk comparatively little
nxious apprehensions of danger
13a British fleet occupied Gar-
ieir headquarters there made at-
at different points. The partic-
vill be found elsewhere. A draft
tia for a three months’ service at
langer of an attack seemed great-
tised the sound and harassed the
tween the ports along the north
1 New York. This interfered
ng of cordwood from the forests
:w York market, which was in
considerable importance. The
market stimulated prices, and
nough to undertake the risk and
ch the city with a load of wood
hree times as great as they or-
The cruising frigates were on
‘nce was every now and then re-
ne of the vessels thus captured
on receipt of which they were
‘rs, and others were burned.
me property was destroyed there
ar but few if any lives lost.
ese years closed the war history
as directly concerned until the
of 1861. Nearly fifty years of
ve Suffolk an era of tranquil
her resources were developed,

her industries promot
vanced. During those
able land were improv:
ing and the whale-fis]
road and telegraph w
up and the population
per cent. ‘These ma
tion on other pages.

C

CIVIL HISTORY OF TH

and occas
year 1729,
t erected at
that place, wher
The old buildi:
building of a ne
by the county, and us
was built at Riverhead
court-house and jail,
held in it March 27th
was repaired and a 1
court-house and jail
offices are also located
The record of capita
follows: John Slocum
for horse-stealing. Th
sentence was passed :
vividly shown in this c:
in expiation of a crime
hardly be arrested. It
from its owner's stable
miles let it go, Willian
October sth 1791, fos
t2th 1835, for the mi
July 2nd 1836, for th.
Samuel Johnson July
wife; Nicholas Behan ]
der of James Wickha:
same year.

From the earliest px
own poor. The former
“farm out” the keepin
charity to those who we
expense to the town.
with inhuman abuses, a:
for the care of the px
town authorities was ad
to try the experiment o!
institution. According!
hank and buildings w
total expense (includin

9

|, the great interests of ship-build-

and her culture encouragingly ad-
:ars many thousand acres of valu-

ry rose and flourished, the srail-
e introduced, villages were built
increased more than a hundred
ers will receive particular atten-

APTER V,

COUNTY—STATISTICS OF POPU-
LATION,

this county were held at Southold
nally at Southampton until the
hen, a court-house having been
iverhead, they were removed to
they have been held ever since.
, which was abandoned on the
church at Southold, was bought
as a prison until the court-house
This building answered both as
d the first session of court was
29. About acentury afterward it
v jail building erected. A new
ere built in 1854. The county
Riverhead.
punishment in this county is as
is executed September 4th 1786,
readiness with which the death
ircely a hundred years ago is
e, wherein a man gave his life
x which in these days he would
; said that he only took the horse
id after riding it ten or twelve
Erskine (colored) was executed
rape; William Enoch January
der of his wife; John Hallock
murder of a colored woman;
th 1841, for the murder of his
‘cember 15th 1854, for the mur-
at Cutchogue June 2nd of the

ae a SS

od each town took care of its
nethod with some towns was to
of those dependent upon public
id take care of them at the least
his system was often attended
the system of providing a house
r under the supervision of the
ited. In 1870 the towns agreed
ceeping their poor in a county
a farm was purchased at Yap-
: erected upon it in 1871, at a
the site) of about $70,000,

ie Gottlieb gang was
tein was accused of
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size ten or ten-and-
1esdell, jotting down
-book.

trousers next. The
waist was 34 inches.
ants legs from the
of the cuffs was 28

it him the way mine
e Abel, “that should
: feet eleven or six
measurement of 34
‘ weigh around '160

ide the shirt proved
iitials, but the tape
the neckband mea-
ches. The sleeve-

ustomer,” observed
the articles were

one,” said the dis-
't forget this man
d .45 in his hands,
nacled. And what's
Or two or three?”
hours of the morn-
ree’s, a grim posse
office.

The leader of the troopers, Capt.
Stephen McGrath of Oneida’s Troop D,
studied a topographical map_.of the sur-
rounding terrain with Sheriff Hovey and
District Attorney Truesdell.

As the first light of day broke in the.

east, the posse, which by now had swelled
to nearly 100 men, spread out in a long line

and advanced.slowly over the frozen hills

to the north.

Over the hilly country, through patches
of forest, often through waist-high drifts,
the posse followed the trail, Finally, at
noon, at a spot about five miles from Nin-
eveh Junction, the baying bloodhounds
converged on a lonely farmhouse. The
dogs headed‘for the barn, set well. back
from the house, and pawed madly at the
barn door. ;

A sudden cry from one of the troopers
attracted the attention of the others. They
ran to where he was standing over a pile
of straw in a far corner of the batn. ,

“That’s where he slept last night, or at
least part of the night,” said the trooper
pointing to a spot where the straw had
been padded down. A tin can, still con-
taining a few drops of milk, lay alongside
the crude pallet. ) 3

With a sudden exclamation, Sheriff
Hovey knelt beside the pile of straw.

“Look,” he said, pointing to @ dark-
ened patch of the straw. “The killer was
wounded in some way, probably trying to
get those handcuffs off. That’s blood!”

But once outside the barn, the trail of
the fugitive vanished.

But even as the manhunters turned
about for the long, cold trek back to Nin-
eveh Junction, another phase of the in-
vestigation was under way. In the city
laboratory. at Binghamton, a chemist
carefully examined the articles left behind
by the murderer in his flight.

From the cuffs and seams of the trou-
sers, the chemist carefully removed a few
grains of sawdust. Placing these on.a
slide, he examined them under his micro-
scope. One by one he compared them
with sample grains of pine, oak, maple,
walnut, spruce and other’ varieties of
wood. ,

Half an hour later he called the district
attorney on the telephone.

“That sawdust,” he said, “comes from
black walnut. There’s absolutely no ques-
tion of it.”

District Attorney Truesdell immedi-
ately got in touch with the foreman of
a Binghamton lumberyard. 4

“Where do you buy your black wal-
nut?” he asked. af

“To tell the truth,” replied the fore-
man, “we don’t buy much-of it. Black
walnut is a pretty expensive: wood, There
are only a few mills around here that han-
dle it. All of them are right around Ma-
sonville.” .

Masonville was only a few miles from
Nineveh Junction. Had the murderer
worked in one of the mills? Truesdell
picked up the phone again and ptfin a
rush call for the troopers’ barracks.

“As soon as that posse gets back,” he
ordered, “I’d like to have a couple of

troopers canvass evety lumber’ mill ©

around Masonville. See if they can find
out whether or not any of the men are
missing from work. Get a list of every-
one who was discharged or quit work in
the last few years.”

Truesdell had barely put the receiver
back on thé hook when the phone buzzed.
On the other end was Charles Abel, rail-
road detective, who had volunteered his
services on the case.

“T’ve just found a broken link which

looks as if it might have come from an
old-fashioned pair of handcuffs,” he said.
“I found it in the cellar of an old farm-
house about half a. mile ffom the Junc-
tion. There was an old jagged piece of
metal down there and it’s my idea he
managed to file through the link with
that.” .

Meanwhile in Binghamton, Detective
Lacey Abel visited. the store at which
the cap had been purchased in an effort
to trace the buyer. The attempt proved
futile.

A farmer near Coventry Station told
troopers of a bearded man with slashed

wrists who had bought a quart of milk '

from him,on Feb. 3. i

A Binghamton housewife had seen a
man “with iron bands on his wrists” rid-
ing on a streetcar.

Another farmer near Nineveh Junc-
tion had heard a gunshot in the woods
behind his property: i

In Ithaca, some 60 miles from the scene

-of the crime, a man with “blood on his

coat” had asked a housewife for food.

Seventeen days after the brutal murder
ka ser hee seemed to be stopped
cold., '

The fingerprints found on the shotgun
could not be matched. ;

Not a single laundry operator could
identify the faded markings on the shirt
collar, ohn

Efforts to trace the pair of woolen socks
were futile.

HEN the break came suddenly. Sheer

persistence and dogged determination
finally knocked a chink through the wall
of mystery which had blocked the in-
vestigators’ path.

For two solid weeks, Trooper J. J.
Warner of the state police had been ques-
tioning employes of lumber mills in the
sector, following the lead resulting from
the chemist’s analysis of the sawdust
found in the trouser cuffs.

There were scores of mills and hun-
dreds of workers. But day after day,
Trooper Warner ‘plugged on, untiringly
repeating the same formula of pointed
questions, exhibiting the cap and gloves
again and again.

In shop after shop, he met with the
same blank stares, the same negative
head-shaking.

Early in the afternoon of Feb. 17, War-
ner strode into a lumber mill at Walton,
N. Y. According to his customary pro-
cedure, he sought out the foreman.

“Had any employes around here who
haven’t showed up for work in, the last
few weeks?”

The foreman shook his head slowly.

“No,” he said. “All our men are pretty
steady around here, except for an occa-
sional bender.”

“Ever see this cap before?”

“Can’t say that I have.”

“How about these gloves?”

Warner held up the leather gloves and
the brightly-colored woolen ones.

The foreman stared at the gloves for a
moment, then shook his head. Warner

spun about quickly as a voice boomed

behind him. ;

“What do you want to know about
those gloves, trooper?”

It was a rip-saw operator who had been
watching the scene from his station a few
yards away. :

“I’m trying to find out who owns them,”
explained Warner.

“Meaning trouble for someone?”

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The trooper gazed steadily at the
speaker.

“These mittens were found beside the
man who was murdered over at Nineveh
Junction,” he replied quietly.

The mill worker recoiled involuntarily.

“They couldn’t have been,” he mut-
tered half to himself. “They, I think they
belonged to a good friend of mine.”

Warner waited expectantly, holding his
breath as the words formed slowly on the

_ other’s lips.

“They belong to George Gray. He lives
here in Walton. But he’s not the kind
of a man who’d do a thing like that.
You're after the wrong one.”

Within five minutes Trooper. Warner
was at the Gray home. A clean-cut,
square-jawed young man answered his
knock. ‘

“I’m looking for George Gray,” said
Warner.

“I’m George Gray,” answered the man
pleasantly. “Anything I can do for you?”

Warner’s expectations faded. He in-
stinctively felt that this straight-forward,
honest-looking man could not possibly be
the slayer. He automatically drew the
gloves and mittens out of his pocket.

“Ever see these before?”

“Sure,” said Gray instantly. “They’re
mine. My wife knitted those mittens for
me. But I haven’t seen them since the
day I loaned them to Herb Smith.”

pterb Smith?” Warner asked. “Who’s
he?”

“He’s a fellow who used to room here.
He worked down at the lumber mill off
and on.”

“When was the last time you saw him?”

“About three weeks ago, I guess.. He
said he was going to Binghamton to see
a girl friend.” :

“You haven’t heard from him?”

“Not a word.”

“Mind if I take a look at this man’s-
room?”

In the quarters formerly occupied by
Smith, the investigating trooper quickly
ascertained that the missing roomer'wore
a size 15 collar and a size 10 shoe. The
sizes tallied exactly with the shirt and
socks picked up at the scene of the crime!

4 X 7 ARNER’S glance fell on a celluloid
toothbrush holder which lay on the
dresser table. It was loaded with finger-

' prints! Handling the holder gingerly, he

wrapped it in cotton and placed it care-
fully in his pocket. . From a comb, he -
plucked several strands of hair, and
wrapped them in a handkerchief.

“Now,” he said, turning to Gray, “I'd
like to get together a list of Smith’s
friends. Did he keep company with any
girl that you know of?”

“No one in particular,” answered Gray,
“but he had a lot of women friends around
this part of the country.” .

Within theshour, Warner had drawn
up a fairly complete docket containing the~
names and addresses of the missing man’s
acquaintances. The list was prepon-
derantly female. At least 80 per cent of
the names were those of- women.

The first name on; the list was that of
a young woman in Walton. Speeding to
the address, the trooper found an at-
tractive, blond widow. As she opened
the door, he noted that she seemed to
draw back involuntarily at the sight of
his uniform,

“Don’t be frightened,” he smiled re-
assuringly. “There’s nothing wrong. I’m
just looking for a friend of yours, Herb
Smith. Seen him lately?” ' wid

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“In how long?” Warner asked quickly.

The young widow seemed to be debat-
ing some question. Suddenly she came to
a decision.

“I’m going to tell you the truth,” she
said. “I haven’t seen Herb in over a
month. But a few days ago I had a letter
from him, He said he had blundered into
trouble with the police and that I was to
tell anyone who came here that he had
been in my house on a certain night.”

“What night was that?” f

“January 30th.” -

January 30 was the night that Lewis
Johnson was murdered.

Warner was now positive he was on
the right track. 3

“Have you got the letter?” he asked.

’ The young woman produced it from a

desk in the living room. It was post-
marked Binghamton but bore no other
addréss.

From there; Trooper Warner went

directly to the office of District Attorney
Truesdell and swiftly outlined the results
of his investigation. .

The first order of business was com-
parison of the fingerprints found on the
toothbrush holder with those on the shot-
gun. They were identical.

“It’s my idea,’ Warner said, “that
Smith is still hanging out in Binghamton,
probably with one of these women.”

Driving at top speed from Norwich to
Binghamton, the district attorney held a
midnight conference with city police. De-
tective Lacey Abel, now head of the Bing-
hampton police department, suggested
that a plain-clothes man be detailed to
check the residence of every woman on
the list.

The check-up was completed early the
next morning. None of the women had
seen Smith for several weeks: Were they
ying or had the fugitive slipped out of the
city 3

“The only thing we can do,” said Trues-
dell, “is to watch and wait. I, think we’d
better keep a man at each of these houses,
just in case.” : . 4

About 10 p. m., the next evening, Feb.
19, Detective Lacey Abel was lounging
in the shadows of the house he was watch-
ing in Evans street. The street was de-
serted. An icy wind whistled through
the barren trees.

Suddenly above the sighing wind, the
waiting detective heard the sound of
harried footsteps creaking on the frozen

snow. Drawing into his hiding place be- °

_ tween, the houses, Abel waited. Seconds

later, a man with his head half-hidden by
his overcoat collar, hurried past. Coming
to a halt in front of the house which, the
detective was watching, the man cast a
furtive look up and down the street, then
ducked quickly into the ater way.
Hurrying to a phone, Abel called head-
quarters. He had previously arranged
with the woman inside the house to hold

. Smith for as long as she could without

arousing his suspicions.

Within ten minutes the house was sur-
rounded by a fl ing agua ioe under com-
mand of Capt. L . DeWitt. With every

posses avenue of escape now cut off,

etective Abel and Capt. DeWitt entered
the home with: drawn guns..

Abel’s hunch had been right. The man
seated before'a fire was Herbert Smith.

“Throw up your hands,” commanded

Abel, “And don’t try any funny busi-

ness,” i

“T don’t know’ what this is about,”
Smith whimpered, “I haven’t done any-
thing wrong,’”’ 4 \

But at police headquarters, confronted
by the matching fingerprints, the trousers.

and shirt which fit him perfectly, Smith
finally broke down.

“All right,” he muttered, “I did it. So
what? I hope the old guy croaks, too.
He must have a head like iron.”

“There’s one more thing we want to

"clean up the case,” the district attorney

said; “and that’s George Johnson’s gun.
Where is it?”

“T hid it in a barn,” grumbled the killer.
“T’ll show you where it is.”

His shifty eyes fastened on Truesdell
for a fleeting second as a leering smile
curled the corners of his mouth.

“To-morrow,” he added.

Smith said that he had broken the links
between the handcuffs and that a friend in
Binghamton filed the bracelets from his
wrists.

Early the next day, the confessed
murderer was taken to Nineveh Junction
by Detective Charles Abel and several of
Sheriff -Hovey’s deputies. Riding in a
sleigh, the party was directed to the barn

“where the bloodhounds had lost the trail.

“The gun’s up in the hayloft, on a
beam,” Smith said.

A deputy scrambled up the ladder. Five
minutes later he came down again empty
handed.

“Can’t find anything up there,” he said.

“Sure it’s up there,’ muttered Smith.
“T’ll show you where it is.” .

With a cat-like leap, he sprang toward
the ladder and made a desperate grab
for a beam joint directly above his head.

MoevINs with even greater speed, De-
tective Abel lunged at the killer and
pinioned his wrist in a grip of steel.’
Deputies swiftly manacled the slayer’s
hands behind his back.

They found the loaded .45 hidden in the
angle formed by the beams. Another in-
stant and it would have been in the hands
of the desperate murderer. A flood of
violent invective flowed from his lips.

“I could have plugged at least one of
you,” he raged. “Some guys have all
the luck.” :

One month from the day of his capture,
Smith was indicted by a Chenango county
grand jury for first degree murder. Two
weeks later, after a swift-moving trial,
high-lighted by the brilliant prosecution
of District Attorney Truesdell, the now-
cringing defendant was found guilty of
the brutal slaying of Lewis Johnson.

-Sentenced to die in the electric chair at

Auburn, Smith was taken to the death
house.

A few days after the trial, Smith’s*de-
fense counsel heard that the jury foreman
had asked a guard whether or not it was
possible for a handcuffed man to pick up
a shotgun and fire it. :

The guard had sienped into the jury-
room, demonstrated how easily it could
be done. :

After a long legal battle, the state
Court of Appeals granted the motion for
a new trial on the grounds that the jury
had acted improperly and without the
knowledge of the court. ‘

On Jan. 4, 1922, Smith was again
brought: to trial and again found guilty
of murder in the first degree. :

He paid the extreme penalty for his
crime in)the electric chair at Auburn on
Feb. 26, 1922. ;

A short while after Smith’s execution,
George Johnson, the aged postmaster of
Nineveh Junction died as a result of the
killer’s savage blows.

(To protect the identity of an innocent, person

the name George Gray used in this story is not
real but fictitious, —Ed,) ;

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By MICHAEL THORSON

FEW GRAINS of sawdust—that

was all. Most detectives would

have discarded them without a

moment’s hesitation. But Sheriff

Fred L. Hovey had a hunch, and
in his slow-moving, methodical way
he didn’t give up until he had proved
that those microscopic particles held
the clue to the amazing post office
murder and had brought a man called
Herbie to the hot seat.

It was two-thirty on the cold morn-
ing of January. 30 when the insistent
ringing of his telephone woke Sheriff
Hovey out of sound sleep. Shivering,
he got out of bed, groped for the light
switch and hurried into the hall,
where the old fashioned wall phone
was located.

“Fred,” a voice came tensely over
the wire, “this is George Johnson.”
The sheriff immediately wondered
what the 72-year-old postmaster of
Nineveh Junction, New York, could
be wanting at that hour. The answer
came quickly.

“A fellow tried to rob the post office
tonight,” Johnson said. “Lewis and I
caught him, and we’ve got him here
handcuffed. You'd better come over
ana 23"

There was a deafening explosion,

nd the voice on the other end of the
wire was silent. Then, as the sheriff
listened horrified, helpless, came the

VICTIM NO. i—
Lewis Johnson laid down his loaded gun
where the captured thug could reach it.

HEALDQORRTER S

DETECTIVE

sounds of a violent struggle—a moan
—a heavy thud. :

Fifteen minutes later Sheriff Hovey
had dressed, put in a call to District
Attorney Ward Truesdell in Bingham-
ton, and was speeding over the icy
road between Norwich, the county
seat of Chenango County, and Nineveh
Junction.

When he pulled up in front of the
dilapidated frame building that housed
the Nineveh Junction Post Office and
General Store, the lights.in the rear
of the store glared brightly. He tried
the front door, but it was locked. He
ran around to the back, and there,
several yards from the wide-open
back door, he saw the body of George
Johnson lying face down, his white
hair streaked with blood, which had
formed a red halo in the snow arouna
his head.

Hovey had known Johnson since
long before he became sheriff. He
loved and admired the old postmaster,
as did everyone in Chenango County,
and for a long moment he stood and
stared at the bloody, unconscious form,
overcome by a feeling of horror, re-
morse and mounting rage.

He lifted him and carried him into
the store. And there an eyen more
ghastly sight greeted him. Across the

room, next to a row of cabinets,
sprawled the body of Lewis Johnson,
the postmaster’s son. The floor be-
neath him was caked with blood which
had gushed from a bullet wound in
his head. His eyes, staring blankly
at the ceiling, told their grim story.
Lewis was dead.

The sheriff laid the old man gently
on the floor, took off his coat and
placed it over him. Then he went to
the phone and put in a call to the
Binghamton Hospital. He ordered an
ambulance for George Johnson and
sent for Coroner Dr. William Forbes
to take charge of the dead man.

The sound of voices outside and the
crunching of snow made him turn to
the door as District Attorney Trues-
dell appeared, accompanied by De-
tective Lacey Abel of the Binghamton
Police Force.

“We’ve got a murder on our hands,”

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Sheritt Hovey sald. “Lewis nas been
shot, and I found George lying outside
badly beaten. He may regain con-
sciousness, but at his age . . .” He
didn’t finish the sentence, but the
others knew what he meant.

“Dr. Forbes is on his way over with
the ambulance,” he went on, “and in
the meantime we'd better take a look
around here and see what we can
find.”

A .32-caliber revolver lay on the
floor not far from Lewis Johnson’s
body. Detective Abel picked it up
carefully with a handkerchief, so as
not to smudge any fingerprints.

“One bullet has been fired,” he said,
“so this is probably the murder
weapon, and unless the killer wore
gloves, it'll have his _ fingerprints
on it.”

“Fingerprints without a _ suspect
aren’t always worth much,” the
sheriff said. He pointed to a collection
of articles lying on the floor, obviously
the loot the killer had intended taking
with him.

“There’s nothing sinister or pre-
meditated about this murder,” he went
on. “It’s easy to see that robbery was
the motive, and finding the killer is
going to be like looking for a needle
in a haystack, unless he has left some
clue beside his fingerprints.”

NFORTUNATELY for the investi-
gators, a thorough search of the
store revealed no clues of impor-

tance. Dr. Forbes arrived, and Trues-
dell left to deliver the sad news to the
wives of George and Lewis Johnson,
and to offer to drive them to the
hospital in Binghamton.

The bodies were removed to the
ambulance after a hasty examination
by Forbes.

“George may be suffering from a
concussion of the brain,” he told the
sheriff, “or it may only be shock. Pll
keep in touch with the District At-
torney’s office and notify them when
and if he regains consciousness.”

Hovey and Detective Abel walked
outside and soon discovered the
killer’s tracks in the snow. They were
large prints, spaced far apart, indicat-
ing that he had been running when he
left the post office.

“These prints are bigger than mine,”
the sheriff said, ‘‘and I wear a size ten.
They must be ten and a half or eleven,

woich means tab were piuvausry,
dealing with a good-sized man—six
feet or over.”

A few feet farther on, the sheriff
caught sight of something lying in the
snow. He walked over and picked up
a man’s woolen cap. It was old and
shabby, but on the faded label was
barely visible the name of a depart-
ment store in Binghamton.

“This is the killer’s cap,” he said to
Abel. He pointed to a low-hanging
bough of the tree, directly under
which the cap had lain. “You or I
could have passed by here without
ducking, but, judging by his foot

wean

HERBIE—
Handcuffed, this man overpowered two
armed captors, killed them, and fled.

prints, the killer is a couple of inches
taller than either of us—just tall
enough so that this branch caught his
hat and knocked it off as he ran away
from the post office.”

“If that’s his hat,’’ Abel said, “we’re
pretty safe in assuming that the rest
of his clothes are as old and shabby as
it is. So we’re looking for a man six
feet or over, hatless and wearing old
clothes.”

Sheriff Hovey picked two hairs from
inside the hat. They were fine and
dark.

“We also know,” he said, “that he
has dark hair.”

Wrapping the two hairs in a hand-
kerchief, he slipped them into his
pocket. Then he walked back to the
post office and put in a call to Chief
of Police Frank Horton in Oneonta
and another to the Oneida barracks



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: the death penalty at Auburn early , Scott, attempted by miany witness’
Rusaro June 14, (Special.)—Wil- iva Edward E. Agywhurst of Au- re this morning {s counted as the mest|set up a defense of imlecility and in-
& Scott, who in October, 190%, murs burn; . H. S. Serohmenter of Kel- }- ae : -aighieag: in the Sacninal istory art zanity, bué the jury wiknvadand
« his Sep pothaty, Mee” Nes logevil . Dr. Charlog M. DeMont of he Chenango county. He was arrested, lon Monday, May 4, 1908, broug ht in a:
e ar Chenanso Lake, shortly|Syracuse; W illiam Cahill of Syracuse; Lai tried and convicted of the crime of | verdict bf guilty in the first degree.
-<> & o'clock this morning paid the John Bell of Auburn; William Mott of + ‘ | nwo days later, Justice George Pec

‘ty of his crime in the death |
Auburn prisos. Fhe exe-
was unusually successful and |
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- me.” Up to the last he had
consolation of the Roman
religion and practically his |
1s¢ act before death was to kiss the
racifix he carried in his hands when
fe entered the fatal room. The con-
tomned man was reconciled with his
having been converted to the
~ Catholic faith; four weeks ago
hapiized seven days ago by
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Auburn; Harold Coughlin of the Utica
| Globe; Victor, T. Holtand' of the Au--
burn Advertiser; W iliam O. Jopping
of the Auburn Citizen; and James £.
Gustafson of the Norwich Sun. |

Electrician Davis completed his final
preparations and at 6:01 o'clock, Wil-
liam Scott, preceded by Father Hick-
ey, the prison chaplain and Father
Rebotti, pastor of the Italian church,
D’Assissi of Auburn, chanting the jit-
any for the dead, entered the room.
Scott's lips were moving in earnest
prayer... -His ijast act was to kiss the
crucifix which he hae se cate in, his
hands.

Then he sat. in we death chalr and
the straps were quickly adjusted by
the attendants. At 6
firmly in the chair. . sistant BB
of Corning and his assistant,

| Currier of Boston adjusied the -he

cap and electrodes.

When everything was in readiness,
Electrician Davis stepped to the little
room which contains the switches
and upon a signal from Warden Ben-
ham threw over the lever that sent a
current of 1,810 yolts at 814 amperes,
racing through Scott’s body. With the
first contact the body stiffened and
the straps

The cur-
rent was kept at 1,840 volis for 15 sec-
then reduced to 250 volts for 30
seconds, after which it was sent back
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Auburn, June 14, (Special) —wWil-

ment given out, did leave a statement

tested his innocence of the terrible
crime for which he this morning
paid the death penalty. Two letters
have been given out by Father John

last. The first le‘ter was to ‘Father
d-+Robotti. It reads;

Rev. John Robotu:

Please send these letters to “my
dear, loving friends for me. I thank

you for your kindness to my dead body
and may God bless you.

meet you up in heaven. From

Very truly yours,
WILLIAM SCOTT.

liam Scoit, contrary to the first state-|

Robott!, who was with Scott~to the

“to hig dear friends” in which he pro-|.

: ‘Earlville, N. Y.;
TI want t0| ar! ‘wile, N.Y.

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P. S.—Good “bee, . Father, Good-bye.
May God bless you.

The “etter to “his friends” read:

IT wish to fimpress upon your minds
that I am an innocent man. I had
nothing to Go with, the death of my
step-mether, Mrs. Delia Scott in Chen-
ango county, Ociober 18551907. 1 am

hg WILJ.IAM ScorT.
- Scott. also left letters toé- Miss Eva
Daiiey, Raniallsville, N. Y.; Mrs. Cora
Howe, 470 Upper Court street, Bing-
hamion, N. Y.; Miss Emma Brown,
Norwich, N. Y. Miss Eva Martin,
Mrs. William Martin,
These leters will be
forwarded to them by Father Ro-
botti. . .

JAMES E. GUSTAFSON.

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murder in the first degree, it being

miles from Norwich, on. the after-
noon of October 18, 1907..

That afternoon Scott had told his
mother that he was thinking of get-
BS asked her to take

Lake where he wanted her to look ae
a cock stove he was thinking of pur-
chasing. She consented, and _ hitch-
ing up the family horse, they drove
away, Scott to return, alone several
hours later with the
cuse that. his step-mother had remain.
ed witha family near the Lake to as-
sist in caring for a sick person. Five
days

The full details of the condition in
which the body was found have nev-
er been printed, so yevolting are they,
except in the stenugrapners minutes
of the trial. Suffice it to say that
there was ,evidence that. the unfor-
tunate woman had been assaulted
after the fatal shot was fired but be-
fore the dead body had stiffened.
Three days after the cri ime
mitted, Scott came to the jail and had
talk with Sueriff Beardsley. He
that he didn’t know where his
and wished the sheriff to
The next day Scott was
S. Elias Har-
he had
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was com-

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said
mother’ was
investigate.
arrested and that night

whem
the

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. known all his life visited boy

ihis cell and learned enou to con-

i vince him that Scott knew more than

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words and

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Seott broeke down

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charged that he killed his  step-
motger, Mrs. Delia Scott, in the
woods near Chenango Lake, _ five |

ingenious eX-

: s later, Scott ledofficers to they,
| place where the. pody lay.

‘up hopes of saving the

and | Father of th

‘of Binghamton senten eod Seatt to be.
electrocuted at Auburn prison’ during
the week peginning June 22, 1908. An

‘appeal was taken by Mr. Sullivan.
this acting as a stay of execr ion. In

April last, the case Wes argued before
the Court of Appeals at Albany, which |
tribunal ‘unanimously sustained the
verdict of the trial court and fixed che

week beginning June i, 1909, for the

i execution.

Still Attorney Sulily an did not ‘give
young man’s .
life and he immediately presented the
case to Governer ‘Hughes. Last w eek,
ithe Governor shattered the last- hope
by deciding that. there .were lo
grounds on which he could interfere.
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in Oetobec, Were oy re! Dr. H. S. Saeahmenter of Kel-
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death penalty at Auburn early atfeainpted by rmiagw witnesses to

morning is ceinted as the mest (Set np aalet Of Tryheciiiv and in-
alting in the c.minal history of sanity, but the jus ‘and’
nenzo eeuris He Ws rresied, | on Mondav. May $, To8, 2 iin @
“lt and conviere?d of the crme of verdic: of oy in the ticst depree,

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cog tinat ie ‘Kit ‘ea “HS ~BREp- | of Binghamton sentenced Seott to ve
Mrs. Detia Scott, in re uted at Auburn prison. du.

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SCOTT, Emile Hendricks, black, 21, electrocuted Sing Sing (New York Co.) 7-15-195h.

"Emile Scott, 2l-years-old, who had been convicted of killing a New York Patrolman, John
Pendergrass in April, 1953, after a store theft in Manhattan, was executed tonight in
the electric chair in Sing Sing." TIMES, New York, NY, 7-16=-195) (10:5.)

"A 53-year-old foot patrolman was shot and killed last night by a man he had pursued
as a suspect in a Harlem robbery earlier in the evening, The assassin, who may have
been injured in the pistol duel, escaped, The policeman, Jojm Pendergrass, a veteran
of 2); years of service, had chased the unidentified man in a taxi from his beat at
10th Street and Lenox Avenue to the scene of their battle in front of 3 west 10th St.
"The police reasoned that Mr, Pendergrass’ assailant was the man who earlier last night.
had robbed two clerks at the Dependable Liquor Store, 230 Edgecomb Ave., near 15th

St. The victims of that $00 robbery said the man was wearing a multi-colored checkered
cap and such a cap figured in the description of the policeman's killer,

"It was believed that Patrolman Pendergrass had noticed a man wearing a checkered cap
driving past his beat and had hailed a cab to give chase, Enroute, he fired twice and
hit the fleeing automobile at least once, perhaps wounding the driver, Witnesses said
the car bore a Suffolk County license plate, Near Fifth Avenue, Mr, Pendergrass was
able to force the auto to the curb, but as he emerged from the cab, the suspect

fired at least 6 times, all of the bullets striking the policeman, Mr, Pendergrass
died in a Harlem Hospital at 11:0 pem.

"The patrolman's pistol had been fired five times and an eyewitness said she saw the
slayer limping from the scene. He was said to be at least 5 feet 11 inches tall,
weighing about 150 pounds and wearing a tan sports jacket and the gay cap and gold-~
rimmed glasses.

"Patrolman Pendergreass had been the recipient of many citations and commendations,

He was listed as having been married and supporting an invalid mother, He had been
attached to the 135th St. Station since he joined the force and was known in the
neighborhood as 'Penny,'" TIMES, New York, NY, April h, 1953 (26:he) —

t,,,detectives were questioning Emile Hendricks (Sonny) Scott, 20-years-old, who had
been arrested near North Amityville, Long Island, as a suspect in the duel Friday
nightee,Scott, a 6 foot, 200 pounder, had been trapped in a house on the outskirts
of Ponek Park near North Amityville, He had run from the house when cars carrying
5 New York City detectives and 3 State troopers had approached but was grabbed by
Cpl. Neil Regan of the State troopers and Detective James Hooey, Fifty detectives
had been assigned to the case..sPolice determined the car belonged to Scott's wife,
A .22 caliber pistol was found in the abandoned car, and the police who searched Scott
after his capture, founda.nother pistol unloanded,..(During questioning) it was
noted that Scott had suffered a gunshot wound in the right forearm,,..Scott had
served nine months in a reformatory for shooting another officer, James Freeman,
seven times, 5 years previously...." TIMES, New York, NY, A ril 9, 1953 (1:2.)


no leads.
1 its clamor.
action—any
w that the
he Governor
st pathetic
tate be dele-
ajor Pallian,
assistance of

shipped to
ere keeping
It was at
point, when
citizens of
e cities were
st frantic,

Washing-
Baltimore,
New York
ped in.

> until this
time, I had
no official

iection with
case. My
wledge of it
gained from
newspapers
rid, wild
which

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, arom the
ken hus-
1 to the
cent neigh-
. One paper
ed ~=s myste-
sly of the
ous rage of a
ian, and one
t actually
the police

he verge of
sting _ this
hical female!
of these

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hat possibly
night be a
for me after

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jay morn-
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SEILER, Peter, white, elec. NY (NY) December 16, 1927

SPE,

By Detective

THOMAS MARTIN
of the Homicide Bureau,
New York City
Police Department
As told to ISABEL STEPHEN _

SCENE OF THE DEATH STRUGGLE AT DAWN! No more dramatic and desperate combat ever took place between a

group of courageous detectives, and underworld killers, than was fought to a finish at Camp Utica (shown above) in the early

dawn of February 7th, 1927, as narrated in this nerve-thrilling story. The close-up of window (in circle) which was at the side

of the bungalow pointed to by arrow, shows where Detective Martin’s death bullet crashed through the glass at the height of
the battle!

.

HE story so far:

A stick-up in a New York City speak-easy, on W. 103rd
Street, results in the death of Patrolman James Masterson. The
four gunmen escape, but the police are soon hot on the trail of the
murderers of their slain buddy.

The stick-up occurred on the night of January 31st, 1927, and
within 24 hours Detectives Martin and Donahue have lines out for
four suspicious characters: “Whitey” Murray and his pal, ‘‘Oo-La”
Taylor, suspected as the actual murderers; Mrs. Grace Peterson,
well-to-do young Forest Hills matron, who the detectives surmise
was innocently used by the gunman for alibi purposes; and Lenihan,
proprietor of an up-town club, acquainted with the gunmen.

A soiled handkerchief, discovered by the sleuths in Taylor’s and
Murray’s room, becomes the first tangible clue.

Wednesday, February 2nd, Detective Martin hastens to Head-
quarters to be presert at the questioning of Lenihan, the nighbt-
club proprietor. ... :

He continues his story:

Part Two—ConcLusIon

office when I arrived. His nerves appeared to be badly

shot, and, judging by his appearance, | guessed that

he had not had a wink of sleep since ] had seen him
the night before.

He had bungled himself into a bad mess the previous day,
and because of the clumsy way in which he had lied, I was
inclined to believe he had had no hand in the fatal stick-up
that had done for poor Masterson. Like many another, he had
thought he was protecting his interests in not reporting the
stick-up in his own club the preceding Sunday, even though
he knew the leader of the gang which had perpetrated it.

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‘T’ll never forget it
as long as I live—it
was a face out of heil.’’
In these dramatic words a
trembling, terrified witness of
this man’s ruthless act, described

her feelings at the time. The man is
Pete Seiler, alias ‘‘Oo-la’’ Taylor.

Whitey, it was true, had threatened him with
death if he squealed. Nevertheless, had he
quietly communicated with the police, we could have
trapped the man, and Masterson would have been
going his rounds that morning instead of lying on a °
slab in the morgue. P >

Consequently, I didn’t feel much sympathy for the club
owner’s blue funk, and hoped that the Chief-would sweat him
good and hard—and that I would be present to see him do it.

But this hope was promptly squashed when I was sum-
moned to the Chief’s desk soon after my arrival.

“DETECTIVE Winkelman called up about fifteen minutes
ago,’ Chief Carey told me, shooting straight at the ~
matter on hand as was his custom. ‘Mrs. Peterson and five
companions drove up to her home on Nansen Street at four
o’clock Tuesday morning, shortly after the murder of Master-
son. Her guests were four menand a girl. Around five-thirty,
two men and the girl left. It was too dark to get a good des-
cription of their faces. Then yesterday evening about seven.
o'clock, Mrs. Peterson drove off with two men who fit the
descriptions of Murray and Taylor. Mrs. Peterson returned
alone.”
The Chief paused, picked up a small manila envelop, and
opened it.
“Winkelman telephoned me this morning at six-thirty, but
‘we were cut off in the middle of the conversation,’’ I said.
“Yes, he told me that,’’ Carey said. Then, without any
explanation, he went on: ‘‘The men out at Forest Hills have
a perfect plant, and we'll learn far more by keeping close:
tabs on Mrs. Peterson than if we attempted to question her
and show our hand. . . Now, here is the handkerchief you
picked up yesterday in the Convent Avenue apartment of
Murray and Taylor. The laundry mark was put there by the
Sanitary Hand Laundry of One-Forty-Three West One-
Sixteenth Street—proprietor, N. Barash. That’s quite a
distance from the Convent Avenue address. See what you
can pick up’ there.”
It took me less than half an hour to reach the up-town
address. :
I found the Sanitary Hand Laundry an up-to-date establish-
ment not far from Seventh Avenue. Before entering and
questioning the manager, I learned that he bore an excellent

36 True Detective Mysteries

reputation and that’ I would be quite safe in disclosing the
object of my visit to him when the time came.

Now, though this part of the story is very important, |
shall be obliged to cover it a bit sketchily, as my inquiries in
that neighborhood entailed a vast-amount of routine work
which would take up. far too much space in anything short
of a novel. .

The main points I picked up were these: Two young men,
one known as Tippy Murray and one as Pete Seiler, had
engaged a furnished room in the neighborhood on August 15th,
1926. They informed the landlady that they worked in the
New York Post Office. They explained their irregular hours
by saying that they worked on alternate night and day
shifts. Had she inquired at the Post Office, as we did, she

:-would-have learned that this was a falsehood, but she never

dreamed of questioning the word of her quiet, well-dressed,

polite star lodgers. The laundry company had called and

delivered laundry to them every week. Then, on November

15th, they had vanished, leaving no forwarding address.

Both the laundry manager and the landlady identified
Identification Photograph 31010 as that of the man who gave
his name as Murray, but they could not identify any one of
three photographs which we had picked out of the gallery as
possibly being those of Murray’s gang. Seiler’s description,
however, tallied closely with that of the man known at the
Convent Avenue apartment house as ‘‘Taylor.”’

All morning and afternoon I combed the neighborhood,
looking for my young ‘‘cousin,”’ Pete Seiler, who had lived
there until shortly before the previous
Thanksgiving.

It was nearing 4 o'clock when I found
my first definite lead—in a beauty parlor!

There I learned that an “‘instructress” in a dance hall on
West 125th Street—Trixie Defore by name—had been
“going” with a sheik named Seiler. He had, however, ‘given
her the air,"’ and she had confided the story of her broken
romance to her manicurist. ;

Seiler’s heartless jilting had not broken the dancer’s am-
bitions, whatever it did to her heart, for she had been gra-
duated a short time later, the dance hall proprietor told me,
to a well-known night club.

This flashy cabaret did not open until 10:30, so I returned
to Headquarters to lay the items I had picked up during the
day on the Chief’s desk. He had before him scraps of informa-
tion gathered by all the detectives working on the case, and by
attempting to fit them together, he often was able to make
order out of what looked like chaos.

In this manner, he picked up the name of Pete Seiler and
bracketed it with the owner of a telephone number which
Peter ‘“‘Taylor’” had called once or twice from the Convent
Avenue apartment.

THE Seiler family lived in the Bronx, and was composed of a
widow and two sons. The younger son, Pete, was the
white-haired boy. His mother and brother had slaved to give
him a‘splendid education, according to the reports of detec-
tives who had been making inquiries throughout the neigh-

’ borhodd. There, he bore no excellent reputation, and was re-

garded as ne’er-do-well who was ashamed of his humb!-
relatives.
_ That tied ‘Pete Seiler’ and ‘‘Pete Taylor’’ together, so
that we knew they were one and the same person. Men were
dispatched at once to keep the Seiler home under surveillance.
Posing’as two butter-and-egg men, Donahue and I visited
the night club at 10:30 only to learn that the girl we sought
had resigned the week before and was supposed to be working
in a “black-and-tan” cabaret in Harlem. For a little while we

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(Continued from page 72)

Walter Tippy, alias Murray, alias ‘pia
Murray, alias Whitey, and many other
names, as the man they knew.

In digging through the numbers charged
against Whitey’s (Murray’s) name, we
found that the often repeated “Boulevard”
exchange call belonged to a Mrs, Grace
Peterson, of 7038 Nansen Street, Forest
llills, Long Island, New York.

This brought us out on thin ice. “Why

on earth,” as Donahue asked the world in’

general, ‘‘was a woman living in that
aristocratic residential community asso-
ciating with a crook like Whitey?”

If that number had brought us to the
telephone of an underworld lady, there
would have been some swift and fruitful
questioning around her neighborhood. But
here was a woman of the “upperworld”’ of
doubtless unimpeachable standing in’ her
community—and our procedure would have
to be circumspect. It was a puzzle, for a
time—unexplained until just before the
end; but let me say, here, that Mrs. Peter-
son’s connection with the case, though im-
portant, did turn out to be entirely innocent
and accidental.

Detective Winkelman of the Homicide
Bureau and Detectives Jackson and Ambrez
of the Fifth District were immediately sent
out to keep 7038 Nansen Street, Forest
Hills, under constant surveillance.

E were not disappointed to learn that

the men sent to cover the trains leaving
for Miami had not recognized Walter Tippy
-~to give Murray, or Whitey, his real name
—or his pal, Pete ‘‘Oo-La”’ Taylor. Murder-
ers make many mistakes, but seldom dis-
close their destination when fleeing.

““S funny thing,’’ Donahue remarked to
me as we were about to part for the night,
“that Whitey and Oo-La cleared out just
as Tisney was telling us their address, I
wonder if anybody tipped them off?”

“I wonder if anyone called up the Knick-
erbocker Hospital from Forest Hills after
six-twenty?” I submitted.

Before calling it a day, I mailed the
soiled handkerchief, special delivery, to the
identification bureau at Headquarters,
There, it would be traced to the laundry
that had placed the small ink mark on the
corner.

A solled bit of rag, It was a clue that
was to lead us to the more glittering
and glamorous speak-easies, glorified
under the title of night clubs). and
help materially in sending a murderer
to the electric chair!

Dawn was breaking when J
home, and it seemed as if 1

reached
had been

asleep but a few moments when the tele-
phone by my bed woke me up with its
ear-splitting clatter.

“Winkelman specking,” I heard drowsily
as I put the receiver to my ear. ‘At four in
the morning of the thirty-first, [the night
of the murder], she arrived home with four
men and a girl in) an automobile.
Whitey "

The connection was abruptly cut off.
Furiously, I jiggled the holder up and down.

“Number, please?’’ a sleepy, saccharin
voice requested.

“You cut me off!" I roared at its invisible
owner,

“The party dis-connec-ted,” it retorted
sweetly but firmly.

“Then find out where the call came
from!’’ I ordered.

“Hold the wire, please... The call
came from a pay station in Freeport, Long
Island.”

I looked at my watch. It was 6:30. I
wanted to be present when Inspector Carey
questioned Lenihan at 8 o'clock, so it was
no use going back to sleep.

Whitey and his) gang had something
more than three million square miles of
territory in the United States to hide in,
but a gigantic drag-net was being spread
out over the whole country. One slip, and
they would be floundering in its meshes.

The case was only a little more than
twenty-four hours.old, and we had a plethora
of clues leading toward the trail of the mur-
derers. Men were already quietly investi-
gating every person whom either of the two
men had called:on the telephone. Wardens
of the various penitentiaries where Whitey
had sojourned would that morning receive
letters requesting the names and addresses
of all those to whom the highwayman had
written while in their institutions, The
handkerchief might open up further leads.
A night's thought had probably advised
Lenihan to come clean with all he knew.

Altogether, things had started off with a
bang—but would we reach the trail before it
had become cold?

Retribution undreamed-of follows
swiftly in the fugitive footsteps of the
ruthless killers of Patrolman Master-
son, in the last act of this “cee
druma. Cornered Ino a anow-boun
cabin in the Adirondack Mountains,
they make a Jast stand... death
back of them . .:. death facing them...
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chatted with the-hard-eyed young “hostess” who gave us
this information, and we soon came to the conclusion that
Trixie Defore had not made the splash she expected when she
invaded Broadway.

She had not, however, we discovered, upon ensuitiin the

gaudily decorated ‘‘inn’’ on upper Seventh Avenue, fallen
to the low level-of the black-and-tans. Here, it was
suggested. by a genial head hostess that our young
cousin might be working in a certain cabaret on one of the
side streets.

Because I do not want to give this rather disreputable
resort any publicity, I will not mention its name—just say
that it was located on the first floor of one of the brown-
stone fronts, a typical fourth-rate place, with all the bad
features of a night club exhibited at their worst.

We put on the act of being surprised and delighted in

recognizing in Trixie a girl we had danced with in the 125th

Street dance hall, and she received us as such. Partners, to
those dance hall hostesses, are just so many dance checks,
unless they prove to be exceptionally generous and present
them with a sheaf of checks for each dance. Then they are
well-remembered suckers, and pounced upon every time they
appear on the scene.

When Trixie did her turn, we were not surprised that
Broadway had given her the hook. She was pretty enough,
in a flamboyant sort of way—bushy, black hair and bold,
dark eyes. She went like wild-fire, however, with that au-
dience, who encored again and again the following ‘‘balla-
dette’’ parodied from a current review, which she sang in a
loud, gritty voice: 5

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always a good picker,’’—complacently—‘‘though he wasn’t
much of a spender. He was a sweet boy, though. I saw him
and his boy friend with another Sheba at the club where I
worked. .. But Pete ain’t stuck on this Mrs. Peterson, re-ally.
He met her when he was a kid at some place i in the Ad-er-
ondacks, where she has a swell place.”

We let this precious tip float a while in order not to disclose
undue interest in Mrs. Peterson, but we managed to find out
that, though Trixie had heard’the name of the place in the
“Ad-er-ondacks” where Pete had vacationed, she didn’t re-
member it:

Pete, she thought, was going to college. What was more
important to her was that he was a swell dancer...

A PLACE in the Adirondacks,” Donahue repeated, after
we had left the cabaret and faced a biting, drizzle-
dampened wind that tore through the narrow street. ‘‘We
ought to find out where that is, easy enough. Might be right
up near the border... I don’t believe it’s much use trying
the ticket offices, for all the agents seem to see is hands through
their windows.”
He was right. We made careful inquiries, but brought
down nothing.
Though Mrs. Peterson was the subject of considerable
gossip in the community, none of the neighbors knew much

‘about her private affairs. She belonged to none of the country

clubs and never appeared at bridge parties, which are usually
hotbeds of information.
However, he, or one of his partners, (Continued on page 104)

herself laughéd
and giggled con-
tinously.

There is no place better for extracting
information secretly than a cabaret. As
the disconnected conversation drifts
hither and yon, precious bits of informa-
tion may be gathered without the subject
being aware of the fact that he or she has
answered any direct questions. So it was
that evening. If she had thought about
the matter at all, she would have been
convinced that it was she herself who
brought Pete Seiler and Mrs. Grace Peter-
son into the desultory chatter.

“A high-hattin’ femme,” was the way

(Above). It saved his
life! Passing these por-
tieres by mistake,
without - knowledge
that the room was
there, nor of who was
in it, undoubtedly
saved Detective
Martin’s life. HOW?
(Left) Here is the bed
on which ‘‘Oo-la’’
Taylor was lying when
the detectives sud-
denly entered. As they
snapped a flashlight on,
he reached for his gun.
It was a case of who

Trixie described the young matron of

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“He’s still alive,” pronounced the
young doctor, kneeling beside the
wounded patrolman. “But he’s losing
blood fast. He has a slim chance to
live if we get him to the hospital at
once!”

“If he needs blood,” grimly de-
clared Detective Martin, “the boys at
the station will give it gladly.”

As Masterson was placed on a
stretcher and carried to the waiting
ambulance, the detectives questioned
the patrons and employes of the club
about the holdup. Quickly they ob-
tained the story of the crime and de-

‘ scriptions of the robbers. The loot,

they determined, totaled $1,500 in
cash and jewelry. . They took down
full descriptions of the gems.

Several ‘witnesses told of the mystéq,

rious blonde who had screamed when
the shooting began and had fled with-
out any interference from the bandits.

“Where was she sitting?” Detec-
tive Martin asked the manager.

“Over there,” replied that rotund
individual, pointing to the table near
the door.

The detectives strode to it on the
slim chance that the blonde, in “her
hurry to leave, had’ dropped some-
thing behind—even a cigarette stub—
which might divulge her identity.

An object on the floor under the
table caught the eye of Detective
Brady. Stooping, he picked it up.

“Look, Martin!” he exclaimed to his
companion. “We're in luck. Her
handbag!”

Eagerly the detectives examined
the article. It was a gold mesh bag
of expensive make. Brady emptied
the contents on the tablecloth.

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Left: Walter Tipping Murray, 24,
was slain battling detectives who
had sworn to avenge their comrade.

The usual collection of feminine”

articles tumbled out; a compact, an
extra lipstick, bobby pins, aspirin, a
package of mints and a change purse
containing $4 in bills and a few coins.
But what interested the detectives
most was an envelope addressed to
Mrs. Nora Miller in suburban Forest
Hills, an exclusive community on
Long Island. It was postmarked from
Boston, and had been opened. Inside
was a letter written in a feminine
hand and dated the day before.

“Dear Nora,” it read. “Dan has
left for Florida and I’m going to have
a little fun for myself down in New
York with you. Am leaving tomor-
row morning. Will give you a ring
when I get into town. Can hardly
wait. Love, Flo.”

The detectives studied the letter
carefully. ,

“Maybe,” -observed Brady, “this

holdup was their idea -of fun,’ :: my

Fi Victim Conscious
“That’s. hard to tell,” said his part-
ner. “The blonde may not have been
mixed up in this:crime, and yet she
may have acted ‘deliberately as the
finger woman for the thugs.”

“I see what you mean. Nora and
Flo might be only a couple of gay
young matrons after a little fun while
their husbands are away. On the
other hand, they might be seasoned
molls with records.”

“We'll soon find out,” declared

Martin. “We’ll get right over to the
Forest Hills house.”

Leaving the night club the sleuths
canvassed the neighborhood for pos-
sible witnesses to the rekbers’ escape.

‘room, fighting for his life.

But they found no one who had seen

: them leave.

Before,,sétting out for the Forest
Hills agidtess Martin and Brady drove
to the’ hospital where Patrolman
Masterson lay in the emergency
Fellow
patrolmen from the West One Hun-
dredth Street station had volunteered
to‘ d@nate their blood. One had al-
ready, iven him a transfusion. Still

< conscious, Masterson was able to an-

swé? the’ detectives’ questions.

" “That nervous blonde,” murmured

the officer, his face contorted in pain.
“Shé was in on the stickup. I think
she gave the crooks the signal. Did
she get away?”

“Yes,” replied Martin. “But we’ll
find her. Now you take it easy, Jim.
You're going to be all right.”

The detectives talked to the surgeon
who had removed the two bullets
from the wounded patrolman.

“He has one chance in 100 of pull-
ing through,” said the doctor solemn-

"ly, reaching for a cotton-wrapped

package. “Here are the slugs I took
out of him. I hope they'll help you

- get the men who shot him.”

Martin and Brady roared off down-
town to New York police headquar-
ters. There they turned over the
bullets to ballistics experts for exam-
ination. The slugs appeared to be of
.38 caliber.

Leaving headquarters, the detec-
tives nosed their car uptown again,
and crossed the Queensborough
bridge over the East River. Below
them, through the latticework of the
span, the lights of Manhattan’s. sky-
line twinkled in the darkness.

Soon they were speeding eastward
on Queens Boulevard. As they
neared the famous Forest Hills Sta-
dium, where the international tennis
matches were held, they slowed down
and turned into a tree-lined avenue.

Their car pulled up in front of the
address given on the letter in the
blonde’s purse. It was a pretentious,
two story private house, built in the
stucco and wood English-style archi-
tecture common in the neighborhood.
Every window was dark.

The officers quietly walked up the

winding flagstone path which led to
the front door. There they halted.
momentarily, listening for some sound
from within. But all was quiet.
- Martin lifted the wrought-iron
knocker and banged it against the
heavy, paneled door. There was no
response. He knocked again, but still
no one answered. He tried the door;
it was locked.

The detectives tiptoed around to the
side and rear doors, but these, too,
were securely bolted. The double
garage was open, however, and it was
vacant: Under the detectives’ flash-
lights oil marks on the concrete

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“It’s not strange that the blonde
isn’t home yet,” observed Martin. “If
she was in on that night club ‘job,
she’s probably hiding out.”

“Maybe,” said Brady. “But she
might think that the safest place for
her would be in her own home.”

The lights of an approaching auto-
mobile swept down the street and
toward the house.

“Duck!” Martin urged his col-
league. “Here she comes!”

The investigators drew back in-
to the shrubbery at the side of the
house as a powerful black Lincoln

sedan rolled up the driveway to a

stop inside the garage. They watched
breathlessly as a statuesque blonde
stepped out of the car. She wore a
gold evening gown and a black velvet

.wrap, trimmed with white fox fur.

“She’s the one!” Martin whispered.

The blonde was alone. Switching
on the lights, she nervously fumbled
a key in the car door. Then she swung
the garage doors shut and hurried to
the house.

She entered through the rear door
and turned on the lights in the
kitchen. As she did so the detectives
slipped in through the unlocked door
and confronted her.

Whirling, her eyes blazed as she
demanded, “What are you doing
here?”

The sleuths showed their badges
and the blonde frowned. “We want
to ask you some questions, Mrs.

Miller,” said Martin. He reached.
an overcoat pocket and withdrew the”,

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gold mesh bag. “Is this yours?” *"%,

The woman’s face fell. “Yes,” she

admitted with some _ hesitation.
“Where did you find it?”

“In a certain night club,” continued
Martin coolly, his eyes narrowing. “A

policérhan was shot down there to-
night by a couple of gunmen!”

“IT know,” said the blonde, her face
paling. “Wasn’t that horrible? I got
out as fast as I could when the shoot-
ing started. I guess I must have
dropped the handbag in my haste.”
She managed a smile. “It was nice of
you to return it to me. But how did
you know my name and address?”

“There’s a letter inside,” replied the
detective. “But we didn’t come all
the way out here just to return your
bag. Did you know either of the
robbers?”

“Why ...!” gasped the woman.
“Why do you think I knew them?”

Martin motioned Mrs. Miller to a
kitchen chair. All‘‘three sat down.
“Now let's ‘be frank,” he said per-
suadingly as he took a new tack. “Tf
you'll tell us everything you know
about this affair, you’ll save yourself

&

a lot of trouble.” =

She Identifies Flo

The blonde lighted a cigarette and
inhaled deeply before speaking. “I
don’t know what you mean.”

“All right, I’ll tell you what I mean.
If you had been just a frightened
patron in that night club, do you sup-
pose those killers would have let you
escape? They could have plugged
you. Yet they made no effort to keep
you from running out’ and giving an
alarm. Why not? Was it because you
were a pal of theirs?”

Dan Kerr and

She smiled sardonically, “Come,
come, detective,” she chided. “That’s
pretty far-fetched, isn’t it? You’ll
have to do better than that.”

‘The sleuths were puzzled’ by her
challenging attitude. “We'll get back
to that later,” said Martin. “First, we
have some other questions to ask you.
What’s your husband’s business, and
where is he?”

“Oh, don’t you know Steve?” Mrs.
Miller bantered. “I thought you cops
knew everything. Well, for your in-
formation, he is a horse Owner and
trainer. Right now he’s in Miami”

“With Dan perhaps?” shot the de-
tective suddenly,

“Why, yes—but how did you
know?” The blonde pondered a mo-
ment. “Of course, the letter from
Flo.”

“And who’s Flo?”

“Flo Reynolds. Her husband’s a
horseman, too.”

“Wait a minute,” interrupted Brady.
“Mrs. Reynolds used to be Flo Bal-
lard, the sensational flame dancer,
didn’t she?” '

The blonde winked slyly. “Yes,

Sir! The hottest red-head on Broad-

way. I didn’t do so bad myself. Don’t
tell me you don’t remember Nora
Norris, the only gal who could outdo
Gilda Gray?” '

Brady’s brows raised. “Sure!” he
exclaimed. “I thought I’d seen you
before somewhere,”

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F dancer on the small floor of the smoke filled night club
in the 200 block of West 103rd Street in New York
Cty.
It was after midnight, and the merrymakers who crowded
the club were blissfully oblivious to the sub-zero January
weather outside.

The brassy jazz band gave out madly as the dancer
slithered through her routine, then slipped off the floor
while the hilarious patrons applauded enthusiastically for
an encore. yy eS ‘

At the edge of the crowd pear the front door’ stood
Patrolman James Masterson ‘inplain clothes. As a Special
investigator assigned to the illégal taxi racket the hand-
some young officer already had made a record of which
his father, Alderman Hugh H. Masterson, was proud. On
this cold night he had visited the uptown night club in
search of a suspect.

Masterson scanned the customers with narrowed eyes,
looking for a short, swarthy man with a broken nose. But
his quarry was not among the patrons.

The officer’s attention, however, was drawn to an at-
tractive blonde seated alone at a table near him beside
the door. She was clad in a tight-fitting gold lame gown
and her fur-trimmed black velvet wrap was draped over
the back of her chair, as if she intended to depart hastily.
Her blue eyes, their lashes thick with mascara, darted
nervously from side to side and her red lips twitched as
she drew deeply on a cigarette. .

As Masterson was. studying the nervous blonde the
front door bu 4“épeh and two sinister figures strode in.
They were tall, thin, young men, both clad in black over-
coats with gray, 8nap-brim felt hats pulled low over their
eyes. Each held an ugly, sttubsnosed automatic.

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The band stopped playing and .a hush spread over “the,

| A MAD CHASE AFTER A BLONDE LED TO THE GUNMEN’S

crowd as one of the intruders barked, “Raise your mitts,
everybody!” .

The confused patrons obeyed meekly. “Now line up
against the wall!” one robber ordered.

Masterson pretended to comply, until he saw a chance
to rush the thugs. Then he whipped out his service re-
volver and started firing.

Shots blazed from the robber’s guns and Masterson
pitched forward to the floor, one bullet in his abdomen
and another through his right eye.

A shrill scream burst from the blonde as she dashed for
the door. Neither of the gunmen made any attempt to
stop her.

One of the bandits stripped Masterson’s prostrate body
of his gun and shield, while the other hastily snatched
money and jewels from the quaking patrons of the place.

Still holding their guns on the crowd, the robbers backed
out of the door with their loot and vanished. Their victims
rushed toward the door in belated pursuit. The roar of
a powerful automobile motor faded in the distance.

Handbag Found

The manager of the night club frantically telephoned
the West One Hundredth Street station of the New York
Police Department. Minutes later three prowl cars con-
verged on the scene. An ambulance from Knickerbocker
Hospital, its red lights flashing, slid to a stop outside the
night club. Close behind came a squad car carrying De-
tectives Thomas H. Martin and Thomas Brady.

The interne hurried inside, accompanied by the detec-
tives. The excited patrons were crowded around the prone

figure of Patrolman Masterson. The officer’s face was pale.

beneath the stream of blood that oozed from his right eye.
A crimson stain soaked his shirtfront from the wound in

" his abdomen.

LAIR

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SILENT —the blonde waltress at
the Hollywood was . beautiful—but
by no means dumb. She knew who
the. killer was, but for very good
reasons, she refused to talk.

head had been sieved by bullets.
Blood was still flowing from his ears,
and a crooked stream trickled from
his slack mouth, 5

“The guy got away,” bubbled one
of the workers. “He just came in and
started shooting and ran out before
.we knew what happened. I tried to
catch him but he got away.”
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ac minutes later, Detective

Harry Buckley, who had heard the
shots from two blocks up the avenue,
arrived at the restaurant. Buckley
glanced ‘at the victim near the bar,
then bent over the wounded man who
lay on the hot pavement outside.

“Pete D’Aula!” he exclaimed to Of-
ficer Jacobi, “Hasn't been in trouble
lately. Now it looks as though he

won’t get in any more for a long

time.”
‘ Buckley. was ‘still stooping over
the victim whe. an az. bulance from
Harbor Hospital blared to a stop,

“Where's the other one?” asked the
surgeon. |

“Inside, but he’s dead.”

The doctor opened his bag.

“Any chance for this guy?” Buck-
ley asked. oa :

“Very little,” was the reply. “This
abdominal puncture is plenty
serious.” .

While the dying man,was being

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: lifted into the ambulance,. Lieutenant

Joseph Meenahan, commander of the
62nd Squad, arrived with Detective

_ Jim MeNally, Close on their heels

came Detectives Mitchell, Dumont
and Gorman with Captain Jack Mc-
Gowan, commander of the Homicide
Squad, which has an enviable record
in breaking Brooklyn murder cases.
“That’s Pete D’Aula,” Buckley told

‘Meenahan, pointing to the heavy

stretcher. “He has a record for rob-
beries since '26, Doc says. he hasn't
got much chance. I don’t know the
dead one inside, Maybe Jacobi does.”

Jacobi shook his head. “Never saw
him, but I know D’Aula. I saw him
the other night with another fellow
and a redheaded girl.”

beatae’

Boys and their pretty, starry-eyed
girls sit before the clean linen-
covered tables and lean back self-
consciously as the waiter places a

fork, a knife, a spoon and a glass of .

water before each of them. “What'll
you have, baby? .. . This is Saturday
night! The big night! Anything you
want... shrimp cocktail? .. . filet
mignon with mushroom sauce? ...
lobster Newburg? Just name it!”
* & ©
NSIDE the restaurant a police pho-
tographer adjusted his camera to

’ record the grisly sight on the floor.

“Any of you know the dead guy?”
Lieutenant Meenahan asked . the
blonde waitress and the five men who
stood huddled beside the bar.

The six shook their heads like obe-
dient puppets.

“Then who saw the man who did
the shooting?”

“T already told the officer,” said the
bartender, his voice nervously eager.
“A fellow just came in and started
shooting and ran out. I ran after him,
but he got away. None of us knows
more’n that.”

Meenahan scowled. “All right, Ja-
cobi, take them out in the kitchen.
We'll see ’em one at a time in a few
minutes.” ;

“But I just told you,” said the talk-
ative bartender, “we don’t none of us
know no more than——”

“You'll get your chance to explain,”

SATURDAY NIGHT — A NIGHT OF PLEASURE
AND TERROR IN BROOKLYN. WHILE THE
CITY DANCED AND PLAYED, TWO MEN
DIED A SWIFT, UNPITYING DEATH.
THROUGH THE NIGHT OF REVELRY,
THE POLICE TRIED TO PIN THE CRIME
ON THE RUTHLESS KILLER... AND SUC-
CEEDED ... JUST AS DAWN BROKE...

Jacobi said, as he herded the witness~-

es away.

Meengshan turned to the little group
of detectives, shook his head. “See
what we're up against?” he snapped.
“Six people in the place and the bar-
tender tips them all to keep mum.
He gives them their cue right in front
of us.”

Captain McGowan shrugged. “We'll
have to get our dope some other
way,” ;

At that moment Detective Buckley
rose from his examination of the dead
man’s pockets,

“He's carrying ten bucks but no

wallet, no cards, no identification.

That green gabardine suit is new and
it isn’t cheap.”
Several of. the detectives bent to

_look: closely at the death-distorted

face,

“We'll take hig prints and have
them checked,” Meenahan said. “And
we'll phone downtown for D’Aula’s
record, That’s all we've got so far,
unless we can pump something from

POPULAR—tThe bar was, a popular

spot in the neighborhood — popular
with fun-loving folks —- and popular
with petty racketeers and thugs, too,

’ those deaf, bli

es in the kitcl

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OF PLEASURE
_ WHILE THE
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AND ‘SUC-
IROKE...

: herded the witness-

ed to the little group |

ook his head. “See
sainst?” he snapped.
2 place and the bar-
. all to keep mum.
ar cue right in front

‘an shrugged. “We'll
‘ dope some other

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nination of the dead

ten bucks but no
no identification, .
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detectives bent to
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2enahan said, “And
town for D’Aula’s
we've got so far,
np something from

bar was, a popular

orhood — popular
ks — and popular
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those deaf, blind and dumb witness-
es in the kitchen.”
* 8 &.
Or maybe the Saturday night din-
ner date is for Chinese food in one
of the places one flight up on Fulton

Street, or a famous sea food spot in |

Sheepshead Bay, or a quiet little
Italian restaurant on a side ‘street in
Bay Ridge. Then, after dinner, the
laughing young couples head for the
movies ... or a dance place... or
the skating rink. And the evening
wings away all too swiftly...

* He

URING the next two hours phones

rang and lights flashed their

urgent messages on police switch-
boards at Brooklyn and Manhattan
headquarters.

One squad of men set out to comb
the neighborhood of the Hollywood
Restaurant in search of the. death
weapon, ea a

A second group of picked detec-
tives, each fecal in the faces,
haunts and its of known criminals
in his own territory, began to tour
favorite hangouts. They were ordered
to check on any absentees and to

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search for men who knew. D’Aula—
both friends and enemies of the
wounded man. , :

It was not quite nine o'clock when
a .38 revolver, which had been re-
cently fired, was found under a car
two blocks from the scene of the
crime,

When Meenahan heard the news at

his ‘office, he was exultant. “Good”

he said. “Send the gun over to be ex-
amined for prints.” Meanwhile, the

lieutenant returned to questioning

the six eyewitnesses who had been
escorted to the 62nd Precinct.

BIG NIGHT —cddie and the glamor-

ous redhead often went wining and.
dining in the Hollywood bar and grill.

The officer first spoke to the timid
little proprietor of a neighborhood
fruit stand who had been eating din-
ner in a booth near the kitchen. His
back had been toward the street door.

- Upon hearing the shots, he had taken

refuge in the telephone booth.
_ Lenny Turk, the chef, had been in-
side the kitchen speaking to his boss,
Chris Pammelo, about the next day’s
menu. Both men said they had been
cut off from any view of the bar or
the street entrance.
Dominick or “Domie,” the talkative
young bartender and son of the own-
er, described the position of the two .
victims in exact terms. The long bar.
in the Hollywood, on the right side
of the room, had two short L ends.
The unlucky pair had been standing
at the L near the street door...
“Did you know. those fellows?”
Meenahan asked. |
“IT never saw them before.”
Meenahan frowned, “Never? You
didn’t know Pete D’Aula who lived
just a block from your restaurant?”
“Lissen,” Domie was perspiring but
positive, “there’s maybe five hundred
people on a block. Do I have to know
every one?” f
It was obvious to Meenahan that:
Domie was not telling the whole
truth, “All right, you never saw them:
What happened?” the officer asked.
“They order Chianti. I bend down
with the bottle between. my knees—
my back toward them—when I hear
the shots.” ‘shat
Meenahan’s eyes hardened as he
glared at the witness. “Your back
toward them, you’re sure?” he re-

. peated angrily.

“Yeah,” Domie muttered resentful-
ly. “When the shootin’. stops I get up
and (Continued on page $7)

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you saw him?”
“No,” SPOT, sniffed, “I wouldn’t

-recognize him
. » Meenahan smiled. “All right,” he.
‘said. “You and Domie are going to. be

our guests for a “while. Material
witnesses.”

Mamie Kowler, the last witness,
was hardly more helpful, though she
admitted at once that she had seen
the killer.

“Would I know him? I’m not sure.

No, I never saw the two men before. .

Oh, can’t I go home now? My hus-
band will be so frightened and——”
“Are you frightened, Mamie?”
Meenahan asked very gently.
The girl looked away. Then she
made an obvious effort to be calm.

“No,” she said. i
’. Meenahan pondered silently as his

keen vision pierced the waitress’

false front of bravery. Who had told

her not to talk? Had the killer
threatened to come back and kill all
the eyewitnesses? re

FTER. the girl had gone, the fin-

gerprint bureau reported that the
dead man was Orlando Rava, 32, who
had a police record,

Meenahan slumped in his chair.
Witnesses, yet no results. Gun, yes,
that might be hel: ee But,. best . of
all, D’Aula was still alive. One word

from him might break. the
Yet ‘a call to Harbor’ Hospital

brought the discouraging news that

the man was rapidly eqns ‘worse.
The detective at his bedside had
gathered absolutely nothing from his

-incoherent mumblings,

“Look at it, will you?” Metalinn

‘blurted to his colleagues. “It’s. prac-

‘tically a double killing and we haven’t
a clue to work on, except that you,
Jacobi, saw D’Aula with a stunning
redhead.”

“I'd know her anywhere,” the pa-
trolman stated. “But I don’t know her
name. And I’m not sure if she was
D’Aula’s girl, because there was an-
other fellow with them.”

The lieutenant reflected for a mo-
ment, then asked:

“What kind of place is the Holly-
wood?” ,

“It’s popular with the kind of people

- ‘we keep an eye on.”

The phone rang. Meenahan listened

tensely to the voice on the other end. |

“The weapon we. examined has
been fired five times,” it said.

“Then it’s the murder gun all
right!” the lieutenant interrupted.
“D’Aula was shot twice and Rava has
three slugs in his body. What about
fingerprints?”

“There are none,” was the: damp-

ening reply.

tectives seated near him. “The gun’s
out,” he announced. Then he bright-
ened, “Now that: redhead—after all,
how .many redheads are there in
Brooklyn?”

Jacobi and: Buckley grinned wryly.

“Look, ” the lieutenant said, “I know
this case seems hopeless. I don’t know
how it could be worse. We haven’t a

lead, except the girl, and we don’t.

‘58

know where she. is. Suppose we see
the victims’ families now. They might
be able to help. Buckley, you go to

.the D’Aula home, Get McNally to see
‘the Rava family.”

Ag midnight spialiinien: the tempo

of Brooklyn’s. gay Saturday night

quickens. The crowds on the dance
floors are at their peak, pushing and
laughing and racing each other to get
close to the trumpet player. The lights
on De Kalb Avenue flash and bright-
en. The bars are noisy, jukeboxes
blaring, perspiring waiters pushing

‘through the throng at the bar to pick
-up Manhattars, Old Fashioneds, and

tall, iced Tom Collins highballs, In the
quiet residential streets some of the
younger couples are already wander-

ing unwillingly homeward, or sitting
on the girl’s stoop, holding hands and
hoping that the people passing on the

sidewalk will go away so that ake

can begin their ror pene kisses .

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t ‘RAVA'S house the dead man’s
mother, already informed of. her

son’s. murder, wept. -

“My boy used to’ be bad, but no
dae he told McNally. “He’s been

working honest now.’
Meenahan turned subi to the de-

“Where, Mrs. Rava?”

- “By the docks, Last week he give
me five dollars for new dress. Tonight
when he go out he say he get. more.”

“Tonight?”

The. woman. nodded, wiping the
tears that flowed down her wrinkled
old face,

“You know the friend he was going

to meet?”

"The ‘woman’s mood changed sud-

denly. Now she. became tight-lippe
and —— She realized she was fac:
ing the law.

“I not know his friends.”

“But his girl? The red-haired
girl?”

“I not know his friends,” the old
woman. repeated stubbornly.

Rava’s young sister spoke up. “My
brother’s friend got a redheaded

; girl,” she said.

oh “Which friend, sis?” asked McNal-
‘I don’t know his name. Once I saw
them altogether. I don’t know her
name, neither.” ;
McNally . shrugged, jammed his
notebook into his Pocket and left.

T D’AULA’S home, Buckley
talked to the father. The mother

‘was at the hospital, where her son’s

life was ebbing fast. -.

“Pete was doing all-right- now,” the
father mumbled, “He made thirty-
five dollars last week. He say he get
same this week. His boss? I don’t
know. You ask Pete. He tell you.”

Detective Buckley threw his ques-
tions at the stone wall.of silence con-
fronting Enemies? D’Aula’s
father knew none... Friends? He

‘couldn’t name them either. A red-

haired 5 oa They had never seen her.
Buckley ‘and McNally reported
their scant findings to. Meenahan.
“What a messy picture!” the lieu-
tenant said. “We'll check the dock
company’s employment records to-
morrow, but you can bet. those two
weren't working for a living. They
haven't earned an honest -dollar in
years.” -
Where, then, had D’Aula and Rava
been getting their ‘money lately?
They wore expensive clothes ‘and had
cash in their pockets. They were not

known to be tied up with any big

racket, , Perhaps they were petty
shakedown artists. If so, was the pair.
waiting at the Hollywood bar for
someone to pay them off?

Meenahan called all his detectives
to his office.

“What rackets are working in our
territory?” he asked.:““We’ve collared
most of the guys who make book on

horses and numbers, therefore there’s _

not much percentage in a shakedown
on that. What's: left?”

Suggestions came pouring from ‘the
men. Loan sharks? Improbable, since
the détective division would be sure
to get squawks if local bad boys were
working t racket.

Dope? ‘No one recalled a recent
complaint or an arrest on a narcotics
charge,

The men filed out of Meenahan’s
office, but five minutes later the lieu-.
tenant: leaped. from -his chair and.
threw. upon the door.

. “We did get a squeal on dope only’
a couple of weeks ago!” he reminded
the startled. sleuths. “Remember the
woman who came in to kick that
someone was selling ‘marijuana cig-
arettes to her son? And remember
how the kid was too scared’to’ talk?”

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Young Stratton paused long
enough to light a cigarette and take
several deep drags. “Well, I finally

agreed to go,” he continued, “al-
though I had a date with my girl.”
He smiled. “We're going to be mar-
ried this coming Sunday, you know ..

“Thorney and Harrison told me to.
meet them at the boat, and when they
showed up’ they had Bill Frawley’s
car. They said they’d been hired to
rob Bill and scare him off his place
by a man who wanted the property.”

“Who was the man?” asked the
sheriff.

“They didn’t mention any names,”
the youth replied, “Just said some-
thing went wrong. They had old

- Bill’s bankbooks. They told me I was

in the thing as much as they were,
because they had used my bullets.
“When we got to Seatle, they told

me to get Bill’s money from the bank ~

—or they’d give me what they gave
him.” Stratton’s face clouded and he
turned pleading eyes toward Carroll.
“You see, I had to do it, Sheriff!”
Detective Himes broke in, “Any
idea of what became of your
friends?” he asked, “If they’re around
here, I want to get after them.”

“They're probably hanging around

the flophouse where I was supposed
to meet them,” replied the youth.

“I hope that’s the truth, Ollie,”
Sheriff Carroll declared. “If not, it’s

_ going to be an awful blow to Anita

—the girl you’re supposed to marry.”
“We'll be married, all right,” the

youth said confidently. “Sunday .

night we'll be on our honeymoon.”
* * &
TRATTON was lodged in the city
jail as a material witness. The
sheriff, Himes, and another sleuth
spent the rest of that evening and
rt of the next day in an unsuccess-
1 search for the two former soldiers
among the city’s cheap boarding-
houses. Toward noon, when every
attempt to trace their prey had failed,
the officials gave up the hunt.

Sheriff Carroll then took Ollie

- Stratton to the county jail in Port

Townsend. On Friday morning the

officer questioned him. again, this.

time determined to get the whole

truth. ,

‘“QOllie,” Carroll pleaded, “for good-
ness sake don’t hold anything back.
If you know where your friends took
Bill Frawley’s body, in heaven’s
name, tell me!” as

But the youth’s mouth hardened
into a stubborn line. He ingisted that
he had revealed everything he knew.
- That afternoon, while Anita Callern
was being feted by a throng of happy
friends at her father’s home on
Whidby Island in Puget Sound. Sher-
iff Carroll telephoned the. bride-to-
be. Explaining that Ollie was in
trouble, he asked her to come to his
office immediately.

An hour later Anita rushed into
her sweetheart’s arms. Their em-
brace was long and fervent.

“T’ve been tricked, honey,” de-
clared the youth. “They think Bill
Frawley’s been murdered and that I

did it; I’ve told them I’m innocent,
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but I’m afraid they don’t believe me.” .

“How do they know he was
killed?” asked the girl. “Have they
found his body?” ‘

‘ Young Stratton’s eyes lighted. Her
question seemed to fill him with
hope.

“That’s right, Mr. Carroll,” he said,
more boldly. now. “How do you know
Bill’s dead if you haven’t found his
body?”

That was a query Carroll did not
bother to answer just then. But
when Anita returned to: her island
home she was firmly convinced that
her fiance had told the truth about
Oscar Thorney and Ted Harrison.
She was confident that Ollie would
be cleared of all suspicion and that
they would be married. “Yes,” she
said ecstatically to a friend, “Sunday
night will be our wedding night.”

* *

AD Anita Collern uttered those

rifle shells, and many of Frawley’s
personal effects. Next to them, he laid
the magazine that the old man had
been reading, the piece of paper with
mysterious figures on it, and the
lethal bullet.

He turned a single floodlight upon .

the display, then ordered an officer
to ‘bring in the youth. For several
minutes the prisoner gazed at the
tell-tale articles with stoic calm. Not:
a muscle twitched; his eyes became

marble slits.

The sheriff picked up the gun.

“This is what you killed old Bill with,

. Ollie,” he accused sharply. “Then you

took his bank books and figured up
how much money you could get. You:
even listéd what you were going’ to
do with some of it and how much
would be left for you and Anita to
spend.”

Still the boy’s face was a mask.

Carrol’s next words came with soft,
but deadly impact. “It’s highly prob-
able that your girl knew what you
did,” he said, “So I’m going to charge
you with first-degree murder, . and
hold her as an accessory after the
fact!” :

The youth went white. His legs
turned to rubber and collapsed under
him. He dropped into a chair and
held his head in his trembling hands.

“Don’t bring Anita-into this, Sher-
iff!” he pleaded. “She didn’t know

‘anything about it..I killed him to get

money for our wedding and a nice
honeymoon trip. I dumped him over
a bluff on to a garbage heap at Whid-
by Island. I'll take you to him.”

yf gaw'y same .day, Carroll, Stratton,
and Prosecuting Attorney William
Dailey went to the Port Townsend
dock. Aboard the Coast Guard Cutter
Zev, under the command of Boat-
swain’s Mate Tony Sofie, they sailed
to Whidby Island. And there, just as
Stratton had said, lay the decomposed
body of Bill Frawley. At the sight of

his own handiwork, the boy fainted.

Anita Collern had no honeymoon
that year, for a few months later, her
lover had to keep another, more im-
portant date—with the hangman at
the Walla Walla State Prison.

The names Larry Perkins, Elaine
Perkins, Lena Tamint, Agnes Stone
Oscar Thorney, Ted ‘Harrison and
Anita Collern are fictitious to prevent
embarrassment to persons innocently .

involved in this case.

(Continued from page 33)

I see a’ man running out. I only see
his back, though. I run out in the
street, but he’s gone.” :

Meenahan was no longer impatient
or angry. There were reasons for Do-
mie’s reluctance to talk, and he meant
to find out what they were.
' Thomas “Happy” Intull, singing
waiter at the Hollywood, was brought
in next. He claimed he was talking to

Mamie Kowler, the blonde waitress,
when D’Aula and the still nameless

‘

victim entered.

“You knew the two men?”

Happy shook his head, “Never saw
them before.” ;

Meenahan grunted skeptically. But
why were Happy and Domie unwill-
ing’ to admit they knew the cus-
tomers? Aside from the fear of gang-
ster revenge, what could be frighten-
ing the pair? Had they known the ill-
fated men were expected—and per-
haps tipped off the murderer? Or
were the silent witnesses simply try-
ing to keep out of the whole affair?

‘All right, Happy,” the lieutenant
went on easily. “What did you see
and hear?”

Happy said he had been sitting at
the far end of the bar, when he
looked into the long mirror and saw
a fellow, gun in hand, walking toward
oad two men at the street end of the

ar:
“Same minute I see the rod, I hear
it begin to bark,” Happy added. “I
jump off the chair and run behind the
uke. box. I stayed there until just

efore the cop came in.”

“Would you know the, murderer if

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68

“Then explain this,” said Bligh quietly.
In the presence of the other watching offi-
cers he leaned forward and lifted the
blotting pad in front of Allen, holding it
aloft so that all might see.

In a moment of abstraction, without
realizing what he was doing, the prison-
er had picked up a pencil and scrawled
the initials “E.K.” upon the pad.

Several Réurs later in the presence of
Deputy State’s Attorney Lawrence and
Deputy Sheriffs Leonard and Wilkins he
definitely admitted he was the wanted
Elroy Kent, although denying all knowl-
edge or participation in the murder of
Delia Congdon. He said he had escaped
from the hospital when he succeeded in
getting an impression of the master key
stolen from an attendant while feigning
a fit. From Nineveh he had gone to Bur-
lington, into New York and then to Green-
field, Holyoke, Schenectady and Hartford.
He admitted he had hidden in all the
places about Wallingford the police had
discovered.

“Bet I didn’t go near the barn!” he ex-
claimed. “I wasn’t anywhere near
the Congdon place.”

“You know you were,” Leonard re-
minded him. “I found your initials right
where you cut them while watching Miss
Congdon from the haymow.”

“Did I do that?” he asked, discomfited.
“Then there’s no need to try and lie any
further. I wanted some money so I could
get away. I knew she was a mute and
could not give any alarm. But when I
tried to get her to tell me where she had
the money hidden she made such a noise
deep down in her throat I was afraid some-
body would hear and so I killed her. Then

I got frightened and ran away.”

Returned to Rutland on October 26th.
he went on trial in March of the next
year before Judge E.'L. Waterman. The
State was represented by Attorney Gen-
eral John G. Sargent, State’s Attorney
Joseph C. Jones, and Deputy State’s At-
torney Lawrence; the defense was repre-
sented by Ernest H. O’Brien and John D.
Spellman.

Kent denied he had made any confes-
sion of guilt and swore he was insane. Ex-
pert alienists declared their examinations
revealed the prisoner to be of “unsound
mind but not insane.” Doctor D. A.
Shirres, of Montreal, bluntly told the jury
that Kent was “faking.” Taggart, the: milk
tabulator at the cheese factory, told of
the accused man’s threats against the mur-
dered woman. Mrs. Baker told of Kent
coming to her house for a drink of water
at the time of the crime. Exhibits bear-
ing the prisoner's initials cut from the
victim’s barn and the Forest Hill Club
were also brought into court.

Considerable stress was laid by the
defense on the evidence of John J. Keen-
an who escaped at the same time and
swore the defendant was in another part
of the state at the time of the killing.

The jury, after an all night’s session,
found the prisoner guilty of first-degree
murder and made no recommendation for
mercy.

Some months later, Kent, penitent and
tearful, settled his debt with society upon
the gallows at the State Prison in Wind-
sor.

(In consideration for the person concerned, the
actual name of one of the characters in the fore-
going story has been withheld, and a fictitious one
substituted, namely: Zeke Robbins.—Ed.)

Clue of the ‘“‘Mule Mittens’’

(Continued from page 29)

Warner wondered as he watched the wo-
man’s face for her reaction.

She grew pale, and trembled. “I don’t
know what he’s done,” she finally admit-
ted, “but I did get a letter from him.”
She reachéd into her apron pocket and
handed it over.

Quickly the trooper read it, and then
gave it to one of the two men with him.
“We'll keep it,” he said. Turning back to
the woman, he remarked:

“So Herb wanted you to establish an
alibi for him, eh?”

The woman nodded. “Yes,” she replied.
“But in his letter all he said was that he
had gotten into some trouble, and that I
should say he had been here all the time.
But I don’t know where he is now or
what it’s all about.”

Meanwhile, at Warner’s suggestion.
Captain McGrath had ordered troopers

laced at a dozen other homes where
Bmith might be likely to hide, or where
he might come. But no sooner had this
precaution been taken than all of the
troopers were called off the case and or-
dered to Albany to work on a strike there.

The task of watching the homes of
Smith’s friends was turned over to local
authorities, and the list was given to Dis-
trict Attorney Truesdell. All of the names
except one—that of Mrs. Earl Leighton,
6% Evans Street, Binghamton, had been
checked, and Truesdell went there imme-
diately.

He decided to take her into his confi-
dence.

“We want Smith for murder,” he told
the woman.

Mrs. Leighton was astonished. “You
don’t mean that they—that you think Her-
bert killed a man, do you?” she exclaimed.

Truesdell nodded.

“Why, it doesn’t seem possible,” Mrs.
Leighton said. “He’s not what you would
call a close friend of ours, but he’s been
around here a lot of times, and he’s such
a meek fellow.”

“Maybe so,” Truesdell replied, “but he’s
a killer now, and he might come back. If
he does, you will have to help us.”

“How?” Mrs. Leighton asked.

“By getting in touch with the police as
soon as you can.”

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1922, he went to trial once more, and on
January 18th again was convicted of first
degree murder and’ sentenced to die. He
sh executed during the week of February
26th.

A few years later, George Johnson, the
postmaster, died of an illness induced by
the terrific beating he had received in
the post office, Thus Smith’s crime became
double murder. ,.,

Long after the*éxecution of Smith, sev-
eral interesting facts came to light.

ats out of curiosity I looked into his
history,” said Lieutenant Warner, in
discussing the case with the writer. “In
the first place, Smith never looked like the
popular conception of a murderer. He
gave the impression of being a mild, meek
and inoffensive person.

“But there was a queer twist to his
makeup. Down in New. York City, for
instance, some years before he came up
here, he saved a baby’s life. The baby’s
mother had attempted to throw her child

at the time about the Black Legion in De-
troit. So I wrote that stuff on the mir-
ror to fool the cops.”

He purposely made the mistake of writ-
ing “Legon” instead of “Legion.” He
boasted, “I just wanted to give the cops
something to wonder about.”

When his full statement had been taken
by a police stenographer it was two
o’clock in the morning. In the meantime
he had consumed no less than three large
coconut custard pies and sixteen bottles
of soda pop.

Storms had never ‘seen such a disgust-
ing exhibition of gluttony, nor heard a
more atrocious tale of lust and murder.
The account of Nixon’s bizarre confes-
sion.and the astounding consumption of
pie and pop may seem unbelievable to
many readers, but police officials have at-
tested to the truth of it in all details.

Before he stopped talking, Nixon ad-
mitted knowing Howard Jones Green, the
youth about whom Los Angeles officials
had inquired. He told police of Green’s
usual whereabouts—and the young man
was arrested that night in a lodging house
on Forty-Sixth Street.

On the following morning, Chief Sul-
livan had Nixon brought before him. He
wanted to solve the slaying of Student
Nurse Anna Kuchta in quick order, so
he decided to try a bluff.

“You killed Miss Kuchta as well as
Mrs. Castle, Nixon,” the Chief accused.
“Your fingerprints prove it.”

There had been no prints of value
found at the scene of the Kuchta murder,
of course, but Nixon had no knowledge of
that fact.

Nixon did not doubt Chief Sullivan.
“You're right,” he admitted, “I killed her.”
Then he made a full confession. He had
climbed the hospital fire escape with the
idea of attacking a woman patient or a
rnurse. He had been prowling Miss
Kuchta’s room for loot when she en-
tered.

“I ducked into a clothes closet when

she came in,” he stated. “I peeked out
of the closet. She was taking off her
uniform. I jumped: out and hit her with
the building block.”
’ After a stenographer had taken Nixon’s
confession in that case, Chief Sullivan ac-
cused the prisoner of killing Mrs. John-
son.

“No,” the youth replied, “I didn’t kill

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over a bridge into the river, and part way
down the baby’s clothes caught on an
obstruction, and held the child fast. Smith
climbed down the side of that bridge and
brought the baby safely back. Then there
were several other instances when he
pulled men off the railroad tracks at the
risk of his own life to save them from
being killed.

“But in the end, you really couldn’t feel
sorry for him. After all, there was not
one single, mitigating fact in his favor in
that Johnson murder. I was talking to
him after his second conviction, and he
told me that at one time during the
search I was only a few feet away from a
place where he lay hidden.

“He said this to me, ‘You were coming
pretty close, and I had a bead on you—
right between the eyes. I was just waiting
for you to take another couple of steps.”

(In consideration for the person concerned, the
actual name of one of the characters has been
withheld in the foregoing story and a fictitious one
substituted, namely: Mrs. Marx.—Ed.)

On the Trail of Chicago’s Murder Monster

(Continued from page 53)

with that. I absolutely didn’t.”

Sullivan was ready for that emergency.
He had Miss Whitton, sister of the slain
woman, brought to Headquarters. She
took one look at Nixon, and became hys-
terical. Upon recovering her composure,
she positively identified the prisoner as
the man who had brushed against her in
the corridor of the Johnson home.

“Okay,” he said, after Miss Whitton ac-
cused him, “I’ll admit I was in the house
when Mrs. Johnson got: killed.. But ‘I
didn’t kill her. The fellow’who was with
me did it.”

His companion in the crime, the youth
averred, was Earl Hicks, also a negro He
and Hicks had grown up together in the
same town and had come up North to-
gether.

UPON information from Nixon, Hicks

was seized in a poolroom near South
Michigan Avenue and _ Forty-seventh
Street.

A much smaller man than Nixon, he
cringed in terror upon being brought be-
fore Chief Sullivan. A coward to the
core, he confessed almost. immediately that
he -was present at the brutal slaying of
the young mother.

“But I didn’t kill her,” he whined, his
teeth chattering with fright. “Nixon hit
her with the brick. I didn’t even have
the brick in my hands.

“We were in the sun porch looking for
something to steal. Nixon started to take
the radio and Mrs. Johnson woke up. He
hit her with the brick. I ran to the win-
dow and jumped I didn’t stop running
for two miles.”

Each prisoner insisted that the other had
struck the fatal blows. However, police
became convinced that Nixon wielded the
brick. It was pointed out that he did
the vicious bludgeoning in the Castle and

‘Kuchta murders. Hicks, a petty thief,

had no record for murder.

In this way three of the most baffling
and brutal murder cases—those of Mrs.
Castle, Miss Kuchta and Miss Johnson
—were finally solved.

Three days later, at ten P. M., a mes-
sage was brought to Deputy Storms by
the lockup keeper. Nixon wished to talk
with him, In manacles and leg irons the
killer was brought to Storms’ office.

Without a word, Nixon handed the
police official a sheet of paper. On it was
drawn a map—of the Washington Hotel!

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After pledging the woman to secrecy,
Truesdell informed the Binghamton police
of his actions and returned to his office in
Norwich. The Field Headquarters at Nine-
veh Junction had been closed, Abel had
gained further information to strengthen
the identification of Smith, and the search
had now simmered down to a game of
watchful waiting. ;

On February 19th, early in the evening,
Smith came to Mrs. Leighton’s home.

Without a change of expression or any
hint that she knew he was wanted for
murder, Mrs. Leighton admitted the man.

She had planned carefully for this mo-
ment. Greeting him cordially, she led
him to the kitchen, where a number of
men were playing a friendly game of
cards.

“Why don’t you join in?” she sug-
gested.

“Guess I will,” Smith replied. “But I’m
pretty hungry. You couldn’t get me a
sandwich or something, could you?”

“T certainly can,” Mrs. Leighton said.
“Tl do better than that. I’ll run across

Former District Attorney Ward N.
Truesdell, who worked on the case
and prosecuted the slayer

the street and get you a good steak. You
look like you could stand one.”

Smith nodded gratefully. He took a
seat with the card players, and Mrs, Leigh-
ton hurried out to a telephone.

The time was 9:45 Pp. M., and Sergeant
E. J. Moriarty, of the Binghamton Police
Headquarters, answered the telephone.

“This is Mrs. Leighton,” the woman
said, giving her address. “Herb Smith is
at my house right now. Come and get
him.”

Ten minutes later, a squad of eight
Binghamton policemen under the personal
command of Captain L. W. DeWitt, sur-
rounded the house.

DeWitt came to the front door, and
Mrs. Leighton held a finger to her mouth,
urging caution.

“He’s back there,” she whispered, ges-
turing toward the kitchen.

The arrest was accomplished within a
few seconds, and, manacled to an officer,

Smith was taken to Binghamton Police.

Headquarters.

District Attorney Truesdell was notified
by telephone and hurried to the station to
conduct the questioning.

Hour after hour Truesdell fired ques-
tions and accusations at the man, but
Smith consistently denied his guilt.
“You've got the wrong party,” he insisted.

But Truesdell kept pounding away.

At midnight Smith gave up.

“Yes.” he finally admitted wearily, “I
did it.”

The next morning. in company with sev-
eral deputies and Abel, Smith was taken
JULY, 1939

back to the scene of the crime.

“We want Johnson’s gun,” the sleuth
said. “Where did you hide it.”

“Up in a barn on a farm back at the
junction,” Smith answered. “I'll show you
where.” .

The party was in a sleigh, and during
the long, cold ride, Abel offered Smith
his gloves. :

“Your hands look -pretty cold, young
fellow,” the detective commented.

A scheming glint came into the killer’s
eyes.

“No. thanks,” he replied, “I'll put my
hands in my. pockets and keep them
warm.”

Abel shrugged his shoulders. .

Several hours later, the party pulled up

to a barn Smith had designated.

Gesturing toward a ladder, he said, “It’s
up in the loft.”

Several deputies climbed up, and after
a few minutes, returned empty-handed.
“We can’t find anything,” one of them
told the detective.

Abel took Smith by the arm. “Come
on,” he said, “We'll go up with you and
you show us where it is.” ot *

With Abel leading, and a deputy bring-
ing up the rear, the trio filed up the
rickety ladder.

Abel had one handcuff on Smith’s right
wrist, and held the other in his hand.

“It’s over there,” Smith said, pointing
to a far corner.

Abel started. for. the corner. As he
moved, some instinct warned him and,
glancing suspiciously at the killer, his eyes
wandered past the man’s head.

The gun lay on a beam just a step away.

Smith suddenly lunged for the hidden
weapon, but Abel was quicker. Jerking the
slayer back, he reached over and picked
up the revolver. ;

THE weapon was fully loaded, and had
the railroad detective taken just one
more step, in the opposite direction, he
would have been out of the way and
Smith could have seized the weapon.

A twisted smile distorted the prisoners’
face. :

“You're just plain lucky,” he snarled.

The man’s mild, innocent manner had
vanished, and with a nod to the deputy,
Abel handcuffed both of the man’s hands
behind him and then led him back down
the ladder.

On March 19th, in Chenango County
Jail, Smith was indicted for first degree
murder, A special term of Supreme Court
was called by Justice Abraham L, Kellogg,
of Oneonta, and in a courtroom, packed
with spectators, the killer went to trial.

After two weeks of testimony, he was
convicted and sentenced to die in the elec-
tric chair.

Then came a development that startled
the entire community. .

David F. Lee, defense counsel, learne
that the jury had, unknown to the Court,
sent down to the jail for a pair of hand-
‘cuffs.

The foreman had asked a guard whether
it was actually possible for a handcuffed
man to fire'a shotgun.

The deputy had laughed.

“Simple,” he said. ‘Here, I’ll show you
how.” He stepped into the jury room,
had a juror handcuff him, and then picked
up the evidence rifle, demonstrating the
ease with which a man could fire it while
manacled.

Because of that incident, the State

Court of Appeals granted Smith a new.

trial on the grounds that the jury’s action
was improper!

The killer was jubilant when he heard
the news.

“Tl get out of this yet.” he boasted.

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By CARL WALL

up in his bedroom drilled into Lewis Johnson’s sleep-
filled mind. The post office was being robbed !

Springing instantly out of bed, he glanced quickly at the clock
as he hurried into his clothing. It was 2 a. m., that morning of
Jan. 30, 1921.

Arming himself with a .32 caliber revolver and his 12-gauge
shotgun, Johnson hurried through the doorway. Outside it was
bitter cold. The penetrating wind hurled the snow in biting
particles against his face. He trudged as rapidly as possible
through the deepening drifts. Suddenly a voice broke the
stillness.

“Lewis !” ;

It was his father, 72-year-old George A. Johnson, postmaster
of the small community of Nineveh Junction, N. Y. Lewis
breathed a sigh of relief. He had feared that his father, living

32

T HE jangling of the burglar alarm which he had rigged

nearer the post office, might have answered the alarm before he
arrived. A duplicate alarm bell was installed in the father’s
house.

“Looks as though we might have visitors, Dad,” he said
grimly.

“This makes number ten,” muttered his father. “Maybe
they'll find out after a while that they can’t rob us and get away
with it. We’ve caught nine of them and we’re going to catch
this one.”

They approached the combination store and post office cau-
tiously, treading softly to prevent the dry snow from creaking
under their feet. At the front door they held a hurried whis-
pered consultation. Through the frosted windows of the store
they could see a furtive light moving in the rear.

“He must have got in through the side door or a window,”
whispered Lewis. “You wait here at the front, while I go

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SCHWITZER, William, white hanged at Goshen, New York, December 3, 1858,

"william Schwitzer, alias Sanders, was hung for the murder of a fellow servant named Shork,
The murder was committed at a farm house near Goshen, and the murderer wounded a female ser-=
vant,’ jealousy being the cause of the assault, The girl recovered, the man Shork died, and
Schwitzer was hung, While in jail, he wrote a confession in the German language; it is long,
but coherent, He gives the following acount of himself: 'I, William Schwitzer, was born on
the th day of February, 1837, at Wiebeck, in Kurfurstenthum, County of Schonmburg, Hessen.
My mother died young; I scarcely remember her, My father was sent to America on account of
evil conduct, after which I found an asylum among strangers. Already during my school days I
had a propensity for evil, which soon grew upon me, but it was not until I left school and
became my own master, that my sin increased, for idleness is the root of all evil. After my
confirmation, I was put out to an apprenticeship, to learn a trade, but I soon left it. Littl
by little, I began to steal, and I committed other atrocious sins connected therewith, For
these I was admonished and I was punished both by justice and by the hand of God, But this
was of no avail, Sometimes I resolved to lead a better life, but I was dragged back by Satan.
into the same sins, because I was too weak of myself toresist him, and I dared not implore
the aid of the Almighty-without which no one can resist the fiery darts of the enemye

"tThus I continued this sinful life, until a year and a half ago, when larrived in the
suburbs of Hamburg, a city where many young men hate been seduced into the vilest wickedness,
of which I committed the more, being already a great sinner, I found employment there, At
first I didn't care for the society of strangers, tt by degress, as I becameknown, and was
taken by my companions to their social gatherings, I fell back into my old ways, All my
farmer sins were here renewed, In the meantime my brother and sister had left for America,
my sister havine previossly married,'

"Schwitzer narrates that heleft Hamburg last June, stopped awhile in England, and then came
to New York, finding his bypther and sister heres tried to work on a farm near Piermont; left
that place and wandered about New York; afterwards returned to the country and followed the
Erie Railroad to Goshen, where Mr, Keller received him kindly, Schwitzer says he told a
‘shameful lie! to this gentleman, but adds 'Dear Mr. Keller do not put this sin to my account
You assisted me in such a friendly way to employment with those people, Oh, if only I had
commenced then another life, praying God to come to my assistance in my need, and deliver

me from my sins, I had yet time to become a better man, for I was still young, But this I
did not do, and Shkan glided at that moment into my heart, so that I became worse, and a
greater malefactor than before,

"Thus it was with me, The unclean Spirit sought for others, and I became more wicked than
ever befora The Evil Spirit, whose servant I had become, seized upon me with redoubtful
power, and promised me freedom if I would obey him, So it happened that for vile and
worldly mammon I became an assassin = yea, nearly a double assassin, had not the hand of God
shaken a little my hand,

"The confession ends as follows * 'Oh! merf@iful God, who desireth not thé death of thy Son,
but that he may repent and live, look into my crushed and dejected heart and take my soul,
vhich I now recommend to Thee, from this vale of misery, through Jesus Christ our Master and
Savior, Amen, ‘he Grace of God, the Father, the love of Jesus Christ, am the peace of

the Holy Ghost, be especially with me, Amen, Schwitzer languished for the grace of God in
Jesus Christ. Amen,!' | .

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—not more than an hour.”

“An hour,” Hoyt replied, “will be
all the time I need to make him name
his killer and tell why he was killed.”

Sheriff Bauml and Metzger re-
turned to the hospital a few minutes
later. Hoyt met them in Doctor Burk-
head’s office.

The sheriff spoke. “We went to th
house, but it was empty.” ;

Sergeant Hoyt smiled.

“T knew it would be.”

“Knew it would be empty?” Metz-
ger gasped. “Why should it be
empty?”

Sheriff Bauml and Hoyt exchanged
glances. “Because nobody lives in
that house,” the sergeant said. “In
fact the man who tortured and shot
Russell lives in a different part of
Wichita.”

“You know the man?” Metzger
asked, his voice a little hoarse.

“Yes, I know who he is. He’s shrewd
and clever and yet rather dumb. He
left a piece of his codt out in that
cabin and I just visited his home and
saw that coat and .. .”

Metzger’s face twisted strangely.
His eyes dilated and his voice came
thick and incoherent.

“You ...why damn you... you
don’t know what... you...”

GHERIFF BAUML stepped up to
him, slapped him sharply in the

_ face, and said: “Pull yourself to-

gether, Metzger. Stop that ram-
bling.”

“You tortured Russell yourself,
Metzger,” Hoyt rapped out. “You shot
him and you took him to that old
cabin and beat him and made him
sign three papers. I don’t know why
you made him sign those papers, but
I found them in the drawer of your
desk. The first is an assignment Rus-
sell made of all his property to his
son in Colorado, and his bonds to you.
I think you wanted to cover your act
by having the son get part of the
property.

“The second paper is even more
amazing. It is a signed statement
that you didn’t force him to sign the
other two. We are going to Russell now
and tell him at are in jail. Your
torture terrorized him so that he was
afraid to say anything, even after the
doctor told him that he would die.

“Leaving that part of your coat
pocket out, that wasn’t the thing that
first caused me to suspect you. I got to
putting two and two together and I
noticed that every time Russell saw
you his lower lip would quiver and
that stare of fear would come in his
eyes; and I noticed that every time
I wanted to question him you were
always where he could see you and
know you were watching him.

“I gave you a chance to tell that
story about Russell going to West
Wichita yesterday. I knew he never
went there, but Sheriff Baum] took
you out there so I could have a chance
to search your room before you had a
chance to get rid of the evidence.
And searching that room gave me the
evidence that is going to convict you
of murder in the first degree when
Russell dies.”

Metzger stared at Hoyt and tried to
talk, but the words stuck in his
mouth. Bauml turned Metzger over to
Deputy Dewey and then the sheriff
and Hoyt went to Russell.

“Our case,” Hoyt said to the sheriff,
“isn’t any too strong against Metzger.
That piece of cloth won’t be much

CRIME DETECTIVE

good in front of a jury. Those signed
statements won’t prove much because
we can’t prove when they were
written.”

“Russell’s dying statement won’t
help us in court,” Sheriff Bauml sug-
gested.

“But it will help us break Metzger
down,” Hoyt answered.

When they got in Russell’s room, he
was dying. His eyes were open and
consciousness was still clinging feebly
to his numbed mind.

Hoyt said quietly: “You don’t have
to worry any more, Russell. We have
Metzger in jail. He can’t hurt you
any more.”

WANTED!————
Gustave Berger, alias Arnold, alias
Schweinkerger’ in his cell at New

Orleans os he awaits Yonkers, New
York, officials who want him to face
trial in the Fred Ludwig slaying.

A look of relief came over the dying
man’s face. A little color came into
his cheeks.

“Metzger in jail!” he gasped. “He
can’t torture me any more.”

“Tell us why he did it,” Hoyt said.

“I don’t know,” Russell answered.
“He and I were driving in my car and
suddenly he shot me through the
stomach. He acted like a maniac. He
shot me again in the chest. Then he
put me in the rumble seat. He said
he was looking for a well to throw me
in, but he couldn’t find it, and then
he .. he ..took..me..to.. the
cabin. ...”

His strength was ebbing slowly. He
turned to Doctor Burkhead: “Doctor,
you know my wife died a natural
death, don’t you?”

“Of course, I know she: did,” the
doctor answered.

“He said he was going to make. me
out a murderer,” Russell said. “He..
he... made.. sign .. that .. that... .”

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groan. The body trembled a little,
the neck rose up, but the back of his
head stayed on the pillow There was
a gutteral groan and then Russell’s
body felixer.

E was dead.

The sheriff and Hoyt rushed to
the jail. Grey Dresie, deputy attorney,
was already with Metzger.

“Russell has confessed everything,”
Sheriff Bauml said to Metzger. “He
told me how you shot him and how
you made him sign those papers... ”

“Are you sure Russell told every-
— was Metzger’s only answer to
that.

“Everything!” Hoyt snapped.

Metzger’s shoulders slumped for-
ward and his twisted face went pale;
then he started to talk. In all the
history of crime in Kansas, none can
compare in stark brutality to the
crime that Metzger confessed. He said
that he drove to a point east of town
with Russell and then shot him once.
Here, his story differed slightly with
Russell’s. After he had shot him
once, Metzger said, he stopped the
car and got out and made Russell
sign the three statements. Then he
shot Russell again—and got mad be-
cause he didn’t die.

He placed him under a blanket in
the rumble seat, and drove around for
several hours. He told how he went
into a roadhouse and drank and
danced with some girls while Russell
lay under the blanket, too weak to
even cry out. Then Metzger decided
to throw him into a well, but couldn’t
find the well. The idea of the cabin
came to him around eleven o’clock.
He put fire to the cabin, thinking that
the flames would destroy the evidence
of his crime.

He loafed around the cabin and saw
the fire department come, but he
failed to see Russell crawl out of the
cabin. He did see the ambulance
come to get him; then he rushed to
the hospital and told Doctor Burk-
head that he had been called and
Doctor Burkhead, in the. excitement,
failed to check up on that story.

Metzger admitted that he had no
fear of Russell’s confessing as ‘long
as he could keep his eyes on him. Had
he not been certain Russell was un-
conscious when he left with Sheriff
Bauml, he wouldn’t have gone.

When pressed to tell the motive,
Metzger shrugged and said nothing.
He talked incoherently at times, and
from him the officers learned the sor-
did story of a man with peculiar
habits, a marihuana addict, and a life
of general debauchery. He admitted
that Russell never had poisoned his
wife and that there were no grounds
whatever to that confession, except
that he had expected to use the con-
fession to establish the motive for
suicide.

February 2nd, 1939, Metzger was
brought to trial. He didn’t repudiate
his confession and his attorneys tried
to establish an insanity defense.

But the jury found him guilty of
murder in the first degree.

His only comment when he heard
the sentence was: “Well, they gave
me the works all right.”

Even facing death, Metzger refused
to discuss the motive for his hideous
torture murder.

On March 10th, District Judge
Grover Pierpont set aside the jury ver-
dict and sentenced him to life impris-
onment. Metger’s attorney maintaned
the slaying was not premeditated.


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“We'll go imhere,” Tsaid to him. ‘While
you're calling up your friend, I'll get in
touch with Donahue. He’s still waiting for
me up-town.”’

Before he entered the booth, I noted the
number and then sought the telephone at
the farther end of the row. There I called
up Headquarters and asked the operator
to find out what number Lenihan was talk-
ing to.

While the clerk was doing this, I got in
touch with Donahue and told him briefly of
my experience with the club owner.

“He knows Whitey, all right,’’ I said.
“T’m going to keep after him until I get the
address——”

“You're darned right, he knows Whitey,”
Donahue interrupted. ‘It was Whitey
and Oo-La that stuck up his joint on One-
Thirty-Eighth Street Sunday night, when
McGlynn got shot. Whitey’s a desperate
character and, the girl told us, Lenihan’s
scared stiff of him. Headquarters have
sent copies of his picture to the Twentieth
Street station-house. Can you meet me
there in an hour?”

“Tf T can’t, I'l leave a message there for
you,” T promised, and hung up as TP saw
Lenihan through the glass panel walking
restlessly up and down the floor in the drug
store,

“What luck?” Lasked him, as I went over
and took hold of his arm.

He looked at me speculatively before
answering. ‘Wait until we get outside,”
he said, with a side glance toward a listen-
ing soda clerk,

“ATOW, quit stalling,” I said to him as

soon as we reached the sidewalk.
“And—quit—lying. I know that Whitey
and Oo-La held up your place Sunday night.
Do you want to spiel your piece here to me,
or down at? Headquarters to Tnspector
Coughlin?”

He shivered, as in a bone-dry voice he
answered: “I'd be safer in the can, maybe,
than anywhere else just now, but there's
a reason why I don’t want to be away from
home for the next few weeks. Honest to
God, I don’t know Whitey’s address! The
man IT met him through wasn’t at his hotel
when I called, and they said they didn’t
know when he would be in.”

Because the man mentioned was of great
assistance to us in this case, and as I do not
want to harm him in any way, I will not
mention his real name. So IT will call him
Arthur Tisney, which is nothing like his
real name, nor like that of any of his many
aliases,

Tisney’s reputation is international, Tis
specialty is the confidence game, and there
isn’t a more conscienceless rascal in that
particular field. Without a scruple, he’ll
skin a sucker until be leaves nothing be-
hind but bare bones. He'll flatter along a
superannuated belle until she believes she
has regained her flapperhood, and then
mulet her of her last nickel, “Never give a
sucker a break,’’ is his motto. Outside of
business hours, however, he had very strict
ideas of right and wrong. T was surprised
to learn of his association with a thug like
Whitey, for they moved in’ underworld
circles which were as distant as Newport is
from Coney Island.

Had this been an ordinary case, | would
have had little hope of gaining any informa-
tion from Tisney, but knowing him as I did,

IT was confident that he would look on the
yellow action of the man who murdered
Masterson as that of a cur which should be
exterminated.

I sent Lenihan ahead of me to the hotel
he mentioned as Tisney’s address, and be-
fore following him I went to the station-
house on Twentieth Street and picked up
Donahue.

“Tisney must have fallen on lean times,"
my partner remarked when I told him the
name of the cheap little hotel just off
Broadway where we were to wait for the
return of the confidence man.

It certainly was a dismal hole, a down-at-
the-heels, leering sort of place, with a small,
dismal lobby and a worm-eaten desk be-
hind which posed a pasty-faced, oily-haired
clerk.

Before entering, I called up Headquarters
and learned from the switchboard operator
that this was the place that Lenihan had
telephoned to from the drug store.

LIERE we sat for two solid hours. Cheap

song-and-dance men, dizzy little  sou-
brettes, has-been actresses, shabby chorus
girls and) nondescript characters passed and
repassed us, AC 9230, ‘Tisney breezed in,

Meticulously groomed as always, ex
ceptionally good-looking, tall, broad-shoul-
dered, he strolled through the doorway and
glanced around the lobby. — He spiel
Lenihan, and T noticed their eyes clash,
At that moment I knew the club owner had
sent someone to round up the confidence
nun, but had not warned him to expect
company from Police Headquarters,

Ilowever, with an almost impercept-
ible shrug, he came toward us, and
looked from one to the other of us with a
quizzically questioning air.

“These gentlemen want to talk to you,”
Lenihan mumbled.

Without any beating about the bush, [
told him the exact story of the stick-up,
sparing no detail of the brutal way in which
Oo-La had killed the patrolman.

“How do T know that all of what you
say is true?” he asked quietly.

“You can call up the Knickerbocker
Hospital and find out,” T told him.

“LT believe you,” he said, after a moment's
thought. ‘The chair is too good for a beast
like that... I'll do everything [ can to
help you.

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quaintance a couple of weeks ago—when I
was looking for an —-er—a reliable chauffeur,
Twas at that time planning to go in for
bootlegging on a large seale. It was in the
early hours of the morning, and he offered
to drive me home, [insisted on driving
him home, and he directed the taxi driver
to drop him at Thirty-Three Convent
Avenue. For reasons of my own, I made
sure later on that that was really his ad-
dress, and found out that he lived in Apart-
ment Number One, under the name of
‘Murray,’ sharing a room with another
young fellow. The last time DP saw hin was
Monday night around one o'clock, in a
speak-easy on Ninety-Sixth Street. He
was with that chap they call Oo-La, and
two dames who looked like smart) young
matrons looking for adventure.”

He finished with an undisguised sneer,
for none hold the unconventionalities of the
upper classes more in disgust than the
denizens of the so-called underwortd.

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“Looks bad, Lenihan’s keeping
est of sight this way, Steve,” I said
© my partner as we walked over to

the subway. ‘‘Must have known
we'd have traced the gunman to his
évcor-step.””

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to keep out of the way. ’S funny
how reckless speak-easies are in
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“No. I called them up. The
table Whitey and his companion
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the glasses were smashed to smith-
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Speak Easy! 45

I skidded across the waxed dance
floor and glanced at the spot on the
wall to which he was pointing. It
was about three and a half feet from
the floor; a small hole with a singed
edge through which the white
plaster showed.

“Made by a bullet, and not long
ago,’’ I said in an undertone, as after
one look I turned with him and
walked toward the other side of the
room away from possible eaves-
droppers. “‘I’ll go and telephone to
find out if any stick-up was reported
from here recently—if not, that'll
give us something to stick the
needles into Lenihan with!”

As I stepped out into the dusk of
the late winter afternoon, I almost
collided with Detectives Brady and
Teed, who were also on the “still
hunt” for Lenihan,

“Steve’s. inside,”’ I told them.
“T’'ll be back in a few minutes.”

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seated.”

When we again sought admittance
w Lenihan's club, it was around
4e'dock. Only the manager, a taci-
tra individual named Dougherty,
and a couple of waiters were in the
pace. The owner, we were told, ‘
¥as not expected to return until late in the evening—if then.

“All right,” said Donahue, ‘‘we’ll stick around. When he
ails up again, tell him we're here and waiting to see him.”

Dougherty received this announcement with a dark scowl.
He opened his lips as if to make a biting retort, thought better
dit and disappeared somewhere in the hinterparts of the
dub.

DONAHUE and I immediately started to make a thorough
examination of the place. We did not expect to find any-
thug, but there was always the chance of falling across some
vile that might develop into an important clue or battering-
am to break down the silence of a balky customer. Later on,
hen diners and dancers crowded around the little tables, the
face might be lively enough, but at that hour in the afternoon
2. vas as cheerful as a cemetery on a rainy evening.
“Whe-e-e-ee!"" I heard my partner give vent to an almost

whispered whistle. "

‘Look here, Tommy!

Spot marked by X is where Masterson fell

as the thug fired at him pointblank, at close

range. Note corner of the bar protruding
into the left margin of the picture

AFTER the necessary delays, I

learned that no shooting had

been reported by Lenihan’s club
and that a man named William

McGlynn had applied at the Roose-

velt Hospital at midnight of the

30th for treatment of gunshot
wounds in his right arm and shoulder. He had refused to tell
who injured him.

Armed with this information, I returned to the resort and
found Donahue, Brady and Teed in conversation with a tall,
sallow-complexioned man who faced them in an attitude of
truculence.

“Mr. Lenihan says he doesn’t know Whitey,” Donahue
told me as I approached the group, a skeptical smile on his lips.

“Bolton made a mistake,’’ Lenihan muttered, and shut his
teeth with a snap that could be heard almost three feet away.

“Well, of course, that’s possible,” I said smoothly. “I'd
like to talk with Mr. Lenihan alone.” ¥

The other three detectives immediately. withdrew.

“Why didn’t you report the shooting in your place last
Sunday night when William McGlynn was seriously wounded,
Mr. Lenihan?” I asked him.

The question took him momentarily off his guard. His
sallow face became a _ chalky white, and desperate,

trapped expressions flitted across his deep-set,

grayish eyes.

“Hello, everybody!" A sweet, husky voice
broke the silence.

I glanced in the direction of the front door and
saw a dazzling blonde, wrapped in a slinky fur
coat, making a soubrettish entrance. Suddenly
the smile seemed to freeze on her lips.

“Grab ‘er!’ I heard Brady, who was. standing

with his -partner-near the door, snap out. Evi-

dently Donahue obliged, for I heard an indignant
squeak followed by voluble protests come from
the direction of an inner door.

Lenihan seemed to be on the verge of collapse,
so I took his atm and led him to a near-by chair.

' “Sit down, and tell me about the shooting. We'll
find out all about it anyway,
so why not come across?”

Swinging door be- “I suppose so,” he admitted

.tween passageway in a cold, emotionless tone.

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I heard a shot. The bouncer was throwing
‘em out when I ran in to see what the trouble
was ... I’ve gunk all,the money I possess
in this place—I've only a very small in-
terest in the Hundred-and-Third Street
restaurant—and I didn’t want  pcople
scared away by bad publicity.”

“And Whitey?” I urged. “I'm not
going to ask you—just now—if Whitey and
Oo-La were here Sunday night when
McGlynn was shot. Of course it’s going
to go bad with you if you withhold in-
formation 4

I let this sink in for about a minute and
noted the nervous lacing and unlacing of
his fingers and the perspiration that beaded
his forehead, as I listened to the murmured
conversation of the girl and the three de-
tectives.

“If [ could see Bolton,” Lenihan said at
last, “perhaps he could refresh my memory.”

“That's good enough,” T agreed. “Let's
go and see Bolton together. Where does he
live?”

“He works in a saloon on West ‘T'wenty-
Third Street during the daytime,” Lenihan
said, rising shakily from his chair. “Before
we go, I'd like to have a few words alone
with Miss DeCosta.”

LOOKED in the direction of the girl and

her three unwelcome companions. What-
ever the latter were saying to her was ob-
viously being illy received. Her rouged
lips were drawn into a hard, angry line, and
her mascaroed eyelashes made slits of her
long, narrow eyes,

“No, don’t interrupt,” I said, casually
taking hold of his arm.

I called to Donahue and explained to him
that I was going with Lenihan in search of
Bolton.

“All right,’? my partner said. “When I
get through here, Il ankle over to the
precinct station-house and remain there for
a while. If I’ve left before you call up, I'll
keep in touch with them by phone.”

“Have you ever been arrested?” I asked
Lenihan as we walked over to the subway.

“No,” he answered promptly.

“Never been questioned by the police
before?”’

“No.”

“Then, let me give you a bit of advice,”
I told him. “Vell the truth. If you don’t,
you're going to find yourself in a nasty hole.
If you’re trying to protect Whitey, you'll
find yourself in the can before you know it.”

“T ain’t trying to protect Whitey,” he
muttered. “I’m trying to protect myself.’’

“Whitey threaten you?” TI asked.

He didn’t answer and in silence we
traveled until we reached a corner café on
West Twenty-Third Street near the ferries.
Tt was an old-time saloon. The bar was
being used as a quick-lunch counter. ‘This
I could see through the large, plate-glass
windows, for Lenihan and I passed by the
entrance and entered the vestibule of the
tenement that had been built over the
grog-shop.

We mounted to the second floor, and
there found Bolton presiding over a thickly
crowded, brand-new bar. It was one of
those speak-easies that abounded along the
water-front and persisted in spite of steadily
demolishing raiders.

Bolton was a powerful, ruddy-faced chap,
with eyes as guileless as a baby's and a
simulated genial expression. He was the
antithesis of Lenihan, who was a sharp-
featured, cynical-looking fellow, with cruel,
thin lips and deep-set black eyes.

“T think it would be better if I spoke to
Bolton alone,” Lenihan said to me, as he
glanced nervously around the room.

“That’s all right with me,’’ I said, and
sat down at a small, liquor-stained round
table,

Lenihan took a place at one end of the
bar, which was deserted by the boisterous
patrons, who were crowding chummily at
the end nearest the door.

Glancing at the clock, I saw that the
hands pointed to 6:30. I ordered a glass of
near-beer, and then slipped into a telephone
booth. So loud were the wise cracks and
accompanying raucous laughter coming
from the great, husky longshoremen that I
had to cup the mouthpiece before Central
could hear the number I gave.

Upon being connected with Inspector
Coughlin, I told him that I was busily
following up a lead that promised develop-
ments.

“Masterson died at six-twenty,” he said
when I had finished. “Get in touch with
Donahue!”

PUNY, how trifles arysume importance
at such times. Masterson must have
died without regaining consciousness, so
that they couldn't tell bim that the thugs
didn’t get his shield. ‘That hurts a cop's
feelings more than a bullet, even if the
shield is swiped when he is lying helpless,
as Masterson was. Well— it wouldn't be
the fault of his brother cops if we didn’t get
his murderers.

I approached Bolton and Lenihan, de-
termined not to have any more shilly-
shallying on the part of the club owner.

“Bolton made a mistake----—'" Lenihan
started to say blandly through lips that
barely moved as he spoke. His shifty eyes
regarded me slyly as if trying to see whether
I believed this statement.

“Well,” To said) grimly, “mistakes are
serious things in a murder case. Masterson
died fifteen minutes ago... Come on,
Bolton, put on your coat and come to Head-
quarters with me!"

“Wait a minute—wait a minute!”
Lenihan protested, his tongue moistening
his dry lips. “What Twas going to say was,
that Bolton made a mistake in not getting
in touch with me immediately and remind-
ing me that Whitey was the man I intro-
duced to him. He reealled the incident to
my mind, I'll just telephone and ‘get hold
of the man who introduced him to me.”

Beneath Lenihan’s cold, self-contained
pose, T knew that he was scared to death of
something.

There was only one telephone booth in
the speak-casy, and [Twas determined that
he should not use that. 1 wanted to know
whom he called, and if the call was a local
one, it would be impossible to trace it once
the connection was broken, For that reason
I steered him to the street, stalling him otf
with questions until we reached a drug store
that had a row of four booths.

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After some further conversation, which
convineed us that he had told us all he knew
at that time, we left the hotel.

From a near-by United Cigar store, |
telephoned Inspector Carey and as briefly
as possible made him acquainted with the
situation. Carey then gave orders:

“Let Lenihan go. Tell him to come
down to Headquarters to-morrow morning
at eight o'clock and see me, You and
Donahue get right up to that place on
Convent Avenue and crash in as quietly
as you can. I'll arrange to have enough
men there to surround the block before you
arrive.”

It was 10:15 by the time we reached the
address Tisney had given us. At that hour
the street was practically deserted; the
scattered individuals 1 saw here and there,
I recognized as men from the precinct
station.

From the shadows of a basement cn-
trance, two men detached themselves and
sauntered across the street in our direction,
Under an are-light | identified them as
Brady and ‘Teed.

We had a short confab. It was arranged
that Donahue, a patrolman, and | should
enter No. 33 through the basement and
open the front door, ‘This would be a
signal for at least half a dozen of the men
to enter and crash the apartment with us,

On descending the steps that led to the
basement, we were pleasantly surprised to
find the door open. Half-way along the
narrow, well-lighted hall was a convfortably
furnished office with a young man seated at
a switchboard.

“Ig there an old man named Murray
living in this house?” 1 asked him. “I’m
not sure of the number, but I believe it is
Thirty-Three.”

“There’s only one Murray living on this
block,” he answered, “and T sure wouldn’t
call him. old! He's about thirty-five or
thereabouts. And that’s the only Murray
on the block.”

hg RE you sure?” [T asked, as if disap-
pointed,

“Sure, I’m sure,” he grinned, “because
this switchboard serves the whole of the
block. You see, there are only two apart-
ment houses, and they are owned by the
same people.”

“Oh,” Donahue interrupted, “that’s our
friend's son! Do you know if he is in?”

“T guess so.” The telephone operator
prepared to plug his key into the hole
under the number /. “I know he was in
half an hour ago, because he put a call
through.”

That was all we wanted to know. We
disclosed our identity to the young man,
swore him to seerecy, left the patrolman
on guard, and tore upstairs, opening the
front door. Through this there presently
streamed Detectives Donnelly, Brady,
Dineen, Enright, Oberhaus, Henshaw,
Mullins and Patrolman Grey of the Fifth
Detective District.

We entered—never mind how. To have
rung the bell would have been madness ;
we didn’t want to herald our arrival, for
you can’t expect to arrest a couple of
dangerous gunmen without a fight, and we
wanted to take our prisoners to the station-
house alive—if possible. Whitey and his
partner knew by that time that they were

slated for the electric chair if they were
caught, and they would be willing, we as-
sumed, to take desperate chances.

Without any unnecessary noise, there-
fore, we crashed the place and then swooped
through the apartment with the velocity
of a cyclone.

A wild scream greeted our arrival.

“WHAT —DO--YOU —~WA NT?”

I confronted a woman in her early fifties
crouching behind a chair in the living-room,
Stark terror stared from her eyes.

“We are detectives,” 1 told her, “and
we want Murray and his companion.”

“Well, they aren’t here,” she stuttered.
“They left half an hour ago for Miami,
Florida!”’

She gave her name as Schumann. She
looked like an honest, refined woman, and
I was inclined to believe her story. That
didn’t prevent our making a thorough search
of the apartment and the dumbwaiter he-
fore we proceeded to put her through a very
severe grilling, which T don’t doubt: she'll
remember as long as she lives, Tt didn't
take us long, however, to become convineud
that the woman was absolutely horrified to
learn that her roomers were a couple of
killers and professional thugs.

The two men, she told us, rented a room
from her on November 25th, 1926, and
gave their names as Walter Murray and
Pete Taylor. She didn’t ask them for
references, as they appeared to be a pair of
nice, clean-cut young men,

That night they had turned up about
half-past 9 and hurriedly packed all their
belongings in one old brown leather suit-
case, informing her that they were leaving
for Miami.

URRAY, she . said, — lived pretty

steadily in the apartment, wh¢-eas
his friend, Taylor, was) away overnight
quite often,

“Hlave you any idea where he went?”
1 asked her.

She shook her head. ‘No, but Mr.
Murray often called up a number...
Boulevard . . . now, isn’t that annoying?
I have it right at the tip of my tongue, and
yet I can’t get it! Maybe it’ll come. Any-
way, he used to say, ‘ello, Grace, ts Pete
there?’ Sometimes Pete was, and often he
wasn’t. Then he’d try other numbers. I
wasn’t listening, you understand. TI just
happened to hear when T was tidying up in
the living-room, So I couldn’t tell you
what else he said.”

In packing, the men had made a clean
sweep. The only thing they had left be-
hind was a pocket handkerchief, which we
found tossed under the bed. This was
soiled, as if someone had dusted off his
shoes with it. It was an old handkerchief,
and in one corner was a laundry mark.

While I was talking to Mrs. Schumann,
Donahue had telephoned to the Pennsyl-
vania and New York Central railroad offices,
and learned that the only trains leaving
for Miami that night were the 12:30 and
the 12:40. Detectives had immediately
left to cover both trains. Others were in
the basement checking off all telephone
calls put through by the two young men in
Mrs. Schumann's apartment,

Both Mrs. Schumann and the telephone
operator identified the photograph of

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ton knew him, the Forest Hills matron
was favorably impressed with the
quiet, well-spoken Murray. Soon she
and Seiler, together with Murray and
a woman friend of Mrs. Wilton’s spent
evenings touring night clubs in Man-
-hattan. Oo-la frequently came to the
Forest Hills home of his patroness,

where he always conducted himself in ©

exemplary fashion. On many occasions
the two men took the women dancing

around in the night spots that flour-.

ished during prohibition.

On the night of the murder, accord-
ing to Mrs. Wilton, she met Oo-la and
Tip in New York with her girl friend.
About 2 o’clock in the morning, Pete
and Tip excused themselves, asking
‘the girls to ‘wait while they secured
some gin from their bootlegger. They
were gone a little over an hour and
when they returned they had two
other rather rough looking men with
them, but with the easy camaraderie
of the times, Mrs. Wilton bade them
welcome and the four men and two
women drove out to the Wilton home
and held a party.

Mrs. Wilton noticed that Pete Seiler
was unusually nervous that night, and
the next day, while driving through

Long Island, she asked what was -

troubling him. Oo-la explained that
he, Tip Murray, and another man had
been in a night club on West 138th
-Street on the previous night. The club
had been held up and he, Pete, had
been blamed for the shooting of a
“man. They were trying to frame him,
' Pete said, and he would have to hide
-out somewhere until the guilty party
“was caught. |

This story was corroborated by
Murray later in the day when he came
to Forest Hills. Mrs. Wilton impul-
Sively suggested her camp. The two
men jumped at the offer and Mrs.

introduced - Walter.

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Wilton drove them to the Convent
Avenue apartment where they packed

and caught an early morning train for’
Old Forge. A couple of days later Mrs.

Wilton joined them, thus explaining
her presence in the lodge when the
police crashed in, °°.

A third member of the mob was
Jerry Callahan, a Ninth Avenue plug
ugly. Oo-la put the finger an him, but
said that Jerry had been inveigled in-
to the plot by Whitey. Callahan was
arrested, but never went to trial. He
lost his mind and was put in -the

- Matteawan Hospital for the criminal
. insane.

Oo-la swore he didn’t know the
identity of the fourth man; that

* Whitey had just picked him up on

the street somewhere.

Seiler’s trial .was’ dramatic. He
maintained from the outset that
Whitey had kicked the wounded pa-
trolman and had taken poor Master-
son’s shield and gun. With his quietly
dressed old mother seated at his side

and with his own good manners and.

calm demeanor, many of the witnesses
of the speakeasy murder, who were
called to testify, were inclined to
doubt if Seiler had really fired the
fatal shots. But if Seiler had any
hopes of escape, they were doomed
when Helen Grayson, the girl who
had been wounded in the shoulder,
took the stand.

Pointing dramatically at Seiler, she
cried: “There is the man who fired-the
bullets into Masterson!” -

The jury found Oo-la guilty of mur-
der in the first degree and almost a
year later, when all technicalities had
been overcome, prison keepers had to
half-carry the yellow killer to his
doom in Sing Sing’s death house. For
like most killers, he had guts only
when the other fellow was down and
he held a gun in each fist.

(Doris Wilton and Lola Monez are
fictitious names to save innocent per-
sons from embarrassment.)

MURDER’ SET’ TO

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“Matty,” he cried excitedly,
“this is the plan of Barney’s store!”
. . There were heavy lines marking
Seventh Avenue, Sixteenth Street and
Seventeenth Street. Lighter lines
marked the aisles. The position of
the safe was indicated with an X,
while five circles showed the stations
taken by the stickup men. :
Rushed to police headquarters, the
paper was examined and tested by the
Technical Research Lab. Here it was
subjected to every scientific test
“known. While no fingerprints were

».. found on it, the manufacturer of the

paper was traced. Now came a wait
until morning when the offices of this

=. eoncern should open.

* Here, the paper was checked by lot

“©..5. Number and traced to a New York
|... City dealer. Now fortune smiled on

the investigators. -The dealer said
that he had just received this ship-
ment of number eight brown paper
bags and had thus far distributed them
..to only five food stores.

Checking the food stores further

“narrowed the hunt down to a:single

‘one for four of them had as yet not
pened the bundle. The fifth was a

ocery:,store in Yorkville and this .

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proprietor had just begun to use that
particular shipment of number 8 bags
the day before.

Manifestly, it was impossible for
him to supply the name of all pur-
chasers. But he did furnish the names
of all people to whom deliveries had
been made.

Thus. it was that at noon the follow-
ing day Lieutenant Christopher Hodge,
Detectives Florence ‘and Dunphy
stood in front of the five story brown-
stone front rooming house at 11 West
65th Street. Detective Dunphy pressed
the buzzer. The superintendent re-
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For a moment it appeared no one
was there. Then, suddenly, a terri-
fied scream arose. Someone switched
on the lights. The officers discovered
a grey-haired woman in her early
fifties scrambling down behind a big
chair in the living room: i

“We want Murray and his friend,
Oo-la,”’ shouted one of the detectives.

“They’re not here,” the woman

quavered. “They left for Miami not
half an hour ago.”

-“How do you know they went to
Miami?” . aie so RRR ne

“They told me so.” airs

-The woman was frightened out of

her wits, and it was with difficulty
that the detectives got a coherent
story. She was the janitress of the
apartment house and was obviously
an honest, quiet soul. -When she
learned her roomers were a pair of
desperate criminals, she almost
fainted.

The two men, she said, were known
to her as Walter Murray and Pete
Taylor. They had occupied the apart-
ment for almost a year. They were
nice young men and never gave her
any trouble. In fact, so fine were
their manners that she had never
bothered to check on the references
they had given her.

“What do you know of their hab-
its?” Donahue asked.

“They never made any trouble,”
she answered. “They stayed out late
sometimes, but never were drunk or
disorderly. Mr. Murray did a lot of
telephoning recently. I used to hear
him call some number. It had a
funny exchange. I never heard of it
before and I just can’t recall it now.”

“Was it Boulevard?” asked Martin

quickly.
_°“Why yes. That’s it.”

Boulevard is the exchange for For-

est Hills and this community on Long
Island is the home of the exclusive
West Side Tennis Club, and is a
swanky residential section.

“Can you recall having heard any
of Mr. Murray’s conversations with
this Forest Hills party?” asked Mar-
tin, trying to keep the rising excite-
ment from his voice.

“Well, several times I heard Mr.
Murray say: ‘Hello, Doris. Is Pete
there?’ I wasn’t trying to spy, you
understand, and that’s about all I
ever heard.”

A search of the apartment revealed
that the fugitives had stripped the
place clean before their hasty depar-
ture. A badly soiled handkerchief,
looking as if it had been used as a
shoe polisher, was found under the
bed, but that was all. Detectives
were rushed to cover the trains de-
parting for Miami late that night, but
they reported no sign of the fugi-
tives.

Headquarters rushed up a rogues
gallery photo of Murray and the
jJanitress and the switchboard oper-
ator identified it. The police record
showed that he was also known as
Walter Tipping, alias Walter Murray,
alias Tip Murray, alias Whitey Miller.
Pete “Oo-la” Taylor had no record
under that name.

A check of the telephone calls made -

by the pair soon brought out that
the Boulevard number belonged to
Mrs. Doris: Wilton of one of the finest
sections of Forest Hills. The wonder
of the detectives grew. Here was a
woman in a high social strata, yet
there was some connection between
her and two murderous gunmen.
What this connection was puzzled the
officers.

‘hausted Martin finally reached ©

fab with Captain Carey and Inspector

had elapsed before the telephone be- — 4 are
side his bed jangled. The tired sleuth : dimeza-
-reached for the receiver: “Yes?” he “her 001
yawned. a gy ae aR - friends
“Winkelman speaking,” . came a ¥where I
brisk voice. “Got a good lead on that ~ Lo SBy t
woman,” he began. Ree RR ee i to soun
Martin sat bolt upright in~ bed. looking
“Swell,” he said. “Let me have it.”. See on
There was a click and the wire SO “Veal
went dead. He had been disconnected ~ <-6Oh
by mistake. of Lae Fimamac
peli ethical. lained.
py headquarters that morning . ; hight c
Lenihan was grilled by Inspector Pete’ al:
. Coughlin. He _ told, substantially, around
the same story he had already given really c
‘Donahue and Martin. at ‘He just
Also at headquarters Martin re- “Jong tir
ceived the details of Winkelman’s the . Adi
report. Mrs. Wilton had returned to “on a vac
her home at 4 o’clock in the morning ~ rae

‘the clue of the soiled handkerchief

-Tomance. .

. family lived somewhere in the Bronx

That night, at 11 o’clock, the ver
Detective Winkelman of the a

Homicide Bureau was, assigned to ™
keep the house under constant watch.
Dawn was breaking when the ex =

own home, flung himself on ‘hi :
for a few hours of precious sleep. He *
had to get up early and be at head- |:
quarters to sit in on Lenihan’s con-"~

Coughlin. LOPES
It seemed that only a few moments

; “oa swell
of the murder with another woman ite
and four men. At about 5:30 that
same morning, two men and a girl
left. And that night, about 7:30
Mrs. Wilton drove off in her car with
the two remaining men. Later Mrs.
Wilton returned—alone.

While the plant was maintained on
the Wilton home, Martin followed up

found in the Convent Avenue apart-
ment. The infra red lamp at the
Technical Research Lab had brought
out an invisible laundry mark which
had been traced to the Sanitary Hand
Laundry at 143 West 116th Street,
and Martin rushed to that establish-
ment. :

He secured splendid cooperation
from the laundry manager. Martin
learned that the laundry had done
work for two young men who had
occupied a furnished room in the
neighborhood. They were known as_.
Tippy Murray and Pete Seiler and he.
thought that they worked in a branch
of the New York Post Office.

The laundry bills always had been
paid promptly. Their patronage ceased
on November 15th.. He identified a
police photograph as that of the man
known as Tippy Murray. The descrip-
tion he gave of Seiler tallied closely
with that of the man known in the |’
Convent Avenue apartment house as ©
Oo-la Taylor. ee 9

On the off chance that the killers
were hiding out in this section, de-
tectives combed the neighborhood, ©
looking for their “cousin” Pete Seiler, -
and late in the afternoon their efforts -
were rewarded—in no less strange a=
place than a beauty parlor! . URES

There a manicurist told Martin that
one of her customers, a Miss Lola
Monez, a dance hall hostess, had con-
fided to her the details of a broken
It seemed that Lola was
deeply in love with a handsome
Bronx youth by the name of Pete
Seiler, but the dapper Pete had
thrown poor Lola over for a swell
society dame out on Long Island! ¥%
.. She told Martin that the. Seiler

and that Lola now was an entertainer
in a Harlem inn on Seventh Avenue.

satile detecti

ee He

ve team, looking for all _


“and egg men out for a bit of night
life in the mysterious and enchanting
Harlem entertainment belt, entered
‘the night club where Lola did a son
and dance specialty.

4 Lola was a brunette; wide black
_eyes, big mouth, hard face. When she
finished her dance, Martin boldly

-. walked up to her with a big hello;

reminded her how he had danced

‘with her a year ago in a 120th Street

- dime-a-dance emporium. Soon he had

“her convinced that they were old

“friends and he steered her to the table
where Donahue sat.

. “By the way,” Martin said, trying

“» to sound casual, “where is that good-
~.' looking boy friend of yours, Pete?”
“~> “You mean Pete Seiler?”

“Yeah, that’s the fellow.” -
~~ “Oh, Pete got in with a society
mama out in Long Island,” Lola ex-
' plained. “I saw Pete with her at a
+ night club downtown a month ago.
Pete also was with that guy he pals
around with—Murray. Pete ain’t
really crazy about this society dame.
He just thinks he is. He met her a
long time ago in the mountains—in
the Adirondacks somewhere. He was
on a vacation from school and she has
a swell summer home up there.”
That was all Lola could tell them.
But it was enough. Mrs. Wilton had
been away from home for two days.
She had a lodge in the Adirondacks.
It was a perfect spot for a hideout
- and no doubt Whitey and Oo-la knew
“4 it. No enquiries were made at the
* Wilton home lest it serve as a tip-off.
All Martin had to do was to find
4 the location of the lodge and two days
} — after the incident with the night club
‘\ entertainer, the break came. |

mo

SERVANT from the Wilton home

in Forest Hills had been tailed

to the parcel-post window of the local
post office. She was carrying a large
4 package, and the detective who had
= innocently sidled up beside her, read
a the address: Mrs. Doris Wilton, Old
ae Forge, New York. The package con-
tained an expensive fur coat, the
servant explained to the post office
clerk, and she wanted it adequately
a | insured. The shadowing detective
=a ~~. --waited to hear no more. He dashed
mo: * to the telephone and called head-

4 _ quarters.

“=. That night, Martin and Donahue,
accompanied by Detectives Teed and

Brady, were on the train bound for
Thendara, the nearest train stop to
Old Forge.

At Thendara, the four sleuths, who
for the benefit of the hotel proprietor
- with whom they stopped, posed as a
- quartet of jolly hunters, managed to
’ secretly telephone the State Troopers

.*< Barracks at Herkimer and late Sun-
». /.day afternoon, Corporal George Whit-
. war and Trooper George Coburn. of
‘ the State Police arrived. Unwilling
«to trust gossipy natives, who already

-'° were taking a keen interest in these
~..“New York sportsmen”, the troopers

* civilian clothes.
>. The six manhunters drove to Old
' Forge late that afternoon and cau-
“tious inquiries from a man, whom the
* troopers knew and trusted, revealed
"2. that the camp they sought was being
“>-....-eccupied by two men and a woman.
-' —pis same informant was familiar
“with the interior of the camp and he
drew a diagram. It was a well built,
“one-story building containing a living

° *

~ the world like a couple of gay butter —

_was hastily wrapping a

were cautioned to be -dressed in,

7 ath, kitchen and three bed-

Four men had participated inthe
stick-up in which the cop had been
slain. It was Whitey who shot Mas-
terson in the face, but it was Oo-la
who, with the venom of a deadly
cobra, had pumped shot after shot

“into the defenseless cop’s body. The

identity and whereabouts of the other
two men were cloaked in mystery,

but Whitey and Oo-la, leader and.

butcher of the mob, the detective felt,

“were in that camp. 6
Promptly at 5:30 the following

morning, February 7th, in the biting
cold and blackness of an Adirondack

-winter dawn, the officers set out by

automobile.

At the foot ofa long, ice-covered
slope that led up to the camp, the
sextet of well-armed men instructed
the driver of their car to halt, and
cautiously they climbed up the steep,
narrow road. In the clearing before
them was the camp! A thin wisp of
smoke eddying from a chimney of
rough field stone was the only sign
of life.

The troopers took their positions on
opposite corners of the lodge to cover
a possible break from the rear. Martin
and Donahue, followed by Teed and
Brady, quietly mounted the rustic
steps.

Martin raised a hand and with a
concerted lunge, the four smashed in-
to the door, tearing it from its hinges.
With a deafening crash, it fell inward
and the detectives, with guns drawn,
rushed into the semi-darkness of the
room. There was the sound of a creak-
ing bed in a room off the small hall,
and Martin and Donahue crashed
through the portal.

In the half light they saw a figure
in the bed reaching for a gun hanging
on a hook. With a bellow of rage,
Donahue threw himself forward, land-
ed on the figure. The two rolled off
the bed in a desperate embrace. Teed
and Brady, following behind, came to
Donahue’s assistance. They clubbed
the fight out of the assailant. -Martin,
gun poised ready for the second fugi-
tive, switched on a light, saw Brady
and Teed firmly holding a cursing,
struggling man whose cold grey eyes
blazed venomous hate.

Martin dived into the living room,
collided with a screaming woman who
negligee
around herself. It was Doris Wilton.

From the plan of the lodge layout,
Martin knew that the portieres in the
living room marked the entrance to
the second bedroom, but the force of
his collision momentarily drove him
past the curtains. Although he didn’t
ed it then, that collision saved his
life.

Wheeling, Martin leaped back to the
portieres. Drawing them aside and
flattening himself against the wall, he
fired into the space beyond. A furious
blaze of lead responded. Martin emp-
tied his gun in the direction of the
flashes. Suddenly a streak of fire ran
up his arm, and an instant later he
felt a warm liquid spreading out from
beneath the cuff of his coat sleeve.

“He nicked me,” grunted Martin to

Donahue. “Keep him firing at this .
. doorway.’

?

Brushing past the hysterically
screaming woman, \Martin rushed
around the house. Trooper Coburn
was still at his position at the corner
of the lodge, and Martin, taking the

‘trooper’s gun, gave him his own now

empty weapon to reload. aise

Quietly Martin gained a toehold in-

the deep snow that lay banked against
the bungalow and pulled himself up

to the window of the bedroom where Bier i

“crouched behind a bed. The bandit ~~

~~ He didn’t know what effect his shots ~~

‘steaming coffee prepared by the still

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the battling gunman lay. Remove eros
- Peering under the shade, which was = ~
raised a few inches, Martin could =
barely discern the figure of a man

was just drawing careful aim, and
Martin’s heart jumped. Donahue was
sighted on the killer’s barrel. Martin
acted instinctively. He aimed swiftly,
fired a full clip at the huddled figure.

had as he scurried around the house ~~
and tore through the shattered front...
door once more. : i
There was silence from the room =~ =
beyond the portieres. Maybe he was =»
shamming.. - LR
““This lodge belongs to you, Mrs. ~
Wilton,” said Martin gravely, after
calling loudly for the entrapped man’ =
to throw his gun into the living room
and come out quietly. “If that man is ~
still alive in there, we’ll have to smoke ="
him out; burn down the bungalow if
necessary. Is that all right with you?”
“Oh anything, anything,” wailed the
unfortunate society matron. “But first
let me talk to him.” : j
She approached the portieres and *..
called: “Tippy. It’s me, Doris. Let me
in. I want to talk with you.”
‘Silence greeted her pleading voice.
Donahue peered cautiously around
the curtain. “I think you got him,
Tom,” he said. “That guy is lying on
the floor. His face is covered with ~— =]
blood and his eyes look blank.” eg
_ Together Martin and Donahue
leaped into the bedroom. No volley of
shots greeted them. Donahue snapped
on the electric light. Walter Tipping,
alias Tip Murray and sometimes called
Whitey, was dead, a still smoking gun
grasped in the stiffening fingers of his
right hand. ‘i
‘The prisoner captured in the first ~ =
rush was Pete “Oo-la” Seiler. When
Teed and Brady had first snapped
handcuffs on him, Seiler had made a
desperate effort to reach a gun hang-
ing on a hook over his bed. An exam-
ination of this weapon showed it to
be the unfortunate Masterson’s, the
very gun Seiler had wrenched from
the dying cop’s holster that fatal night
in the speakeasy.
While waiting for the authorities to
arrive, Martin received first aid for
his wounded arm, and all partook of

trembling Mrs. Wilton. ae
With the excitement over, Martin ~
had time to think how the collision
with Mrs. Wilton had saved his life,
and he explained briefly to his fellow _—
officers. Had the collision not driven —
him past the portieres, Martin’s nat-
ural reaction would have been to
sweep them back with his left hand
and fire with his right, thus presenting
his heart in direct line with the ban-
dit’s fire. This way he remained at the ~
opposite side of the passageway, get-.

ting a wound only in the hand. =. © |

HILE awaiting the arrival of the =
‘Herkimer County officials, the ~
officers had an opportunity to discover ~&
how really guiltless Mrs. Wilton was. ~~
Her explanation of her connection
with the terrible affair ‘completely —
satisfied the officials and she was ab-.
solved from all blame in the crime.
Mrs. Wilton said that she had met
Peter Seiler when he was a youngster_
mone a summer vacation at Old.
Forge. He was witty and full of fun,”

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Mac, sitting at his desk, smoothed out
some copy paper, ready to take notes. In-
spector Ryan shuffled papers and read over
Yhe records of the waiting prisoners. Cap-
ain Dillon, before a microphone, spoke:

“Did you attack this girl?”

His voice came deep, with a reproachful,
metallic resonance over the public address
system. It swelled and grew and filled
the great room awesomely. It sounded
like the voice of doom. All of the detec-
tives watching looked hard at the prisoner.

He gave a start. He gulped, stammered:

“yes, Yes, sir...1...” :

His own voice, loud, strange to him
boomed over the address system.

“Ever been arrested before?”

The young prisoner shook his head in
dismay and he was grateful when he was
allowed to step into the shadows out of

-the revealing pool of light, away from the

noisy probing of the voice. :

Prisoner after prisoner was lined up in
the flood of lights, asked about crimes, ques-
tioned on previous records, all for the bene-
fit of the detectives they could not see, for
anonymous obscurity is an asset all detec-
tives guard jealously.

The line-up ended and Mac, with many

sheets of copy paper scrawled with notes,
went back to Headquarters Press Building.

It was a little after ten o’clock, and a
new group of reporters were taking over,
relieving the lobster shift. They lounged
in Mac’s room. He called the City Desk
of his newspaper and was transferred to
a rewrite man, to whom he reported in-
formation on the line-up. Reporters for
the other newspapers took notes as he
talked and later they sent in their own
report on the line-up.

Before the day’s round of twenty-four
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porters would be on duty in the rooms of
Headquarters Press Building, rubbing hard
against the rough edges of uncommon hu-
man behavior, keeping in touch with ac-
tivities “across the street,” which is their
phrase for Police Headquarters.

“Some of us,” said an old-time reporter,
indulging the urge of his kind to grouse in
constant discontent, “have stayed on the
wrong side of the street, I guess. Take Sam
Mooney. ‘He used to be a copy boy on
the old World. He went across the street.”

He was talking about Acting Captain
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(Continued from page 59) offices and re-
ported to the editor, John Shuttleworth,
that Sileo was living in New Brunswick,
New Jersey, under the name of William
Hague and that in the short space of time
he had lived there, he had acquired the
reputation of being a very tough character.
So fearsome was his reputation that the
informant refused to accompany the two
detectives notified by Shuttleworth, for fear
that Sileo might learn about it and this
despite the fact that he was given every
assurance that his name would be withheld.
This presented a problem. Shuttleworth
telephoned Captain Richard A. Fennelly,
head of the Safe’ & Loft Squad. When the
informant had talked with Captain Fen-.,
nelly his fears subsided and he agreed to
go along with the Captain’s two detectives.

At eight o’clock that night while Shuttle-
worth, Captain Fennelly’ and this writer
were at a New York Police Department
Honor Legion dinner, Detective William
Fyffe telephoned to Fennelly’ from New
Brunswick that he had succeeded in locating
Sileo and that the latter was due to arrive
at the railroad station there in about an
hour and a half. : .

Captain Fennelly and I hurried out of
the hall. Waiting outside was a squad car
driven by Detective MacCaffrey. In an
exciting ride through a downpour of rain
we sped to New Brunswick where we met
Detectives Fyffe and his partner, Joe
Bellotte, at a pre-arranged rendezvous.

Five minutes after we arrived there, a
slim, dark individual with his face half-
buried within the upturned lapels of his
coat, hurried from the station along Albany
Street and entered the New Brunswick
Hotel.

“That's the man!” the informant said
excitedly. With that he bolted into the rain
and disappeared from view.

Since the New York police have no
authority in another state, Detective Bel-

lotte hurried to New Brunswick Police
Headquarters and reported the matter to
Chief of Police George Cox who detailed
Detective Edward Kane to make the arrest.

Sileo was seated in a chair in the lobby.
when the arrest was made. None of the
officers drew guns. It was done so quietly
that no one in the lobby was aware that a
murderer was being arrested.

At the New Brunswick police station the
prisoner said that he couldn’t understand
why he had been picked up. Very glibly
he gave a dozen good reasons to show the
police how they had made a mistake. The
fact that he closely resembled the photo-
graph in the TRUE Detective Line-Up, he
said, was sheer coincidence. His finger-
prints, however, told-a different story. This
was Edmund Sileo. Despite this positive
proof he continued to deny his identity. He
didn’t admit his name was Sileo until after
he had been questioned for more than seven
hours.

I asked him why he killed Rava and
D’Ula, but he made no reply.

“Maybe you had a good reason for killing
them,” I said. “Why don’t you get it off
your chest?”

“How many times must I tell you that my
name is not Sileo. I don’t know anything
about those murders,” he replied.

Sileo made no confession. He was re~
turned to New York and was placed on trial
for his life in the County Court before Judge
Peter J. Brancato.. There were several un-
usual elements in this trial. First, Assistant
District Attorney Edward Heffernan tried
the defendant under a single indictment of
murder which charged both homicides.
This was the first time a murder indict-
ment was so drawn. The practise is for the
defendant to be indicted and tried separ-
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fails in one they still have a chance in the
other.

The attorney for the defense was the
killer’s own brother.

The trial concluded on January 29th,

1942, when the jury returned with a verdict .

of guilty of murder in the first degree.
Judge Brancato sentenced Sileo to death in
the electric chair.

At this writing he is in the death house at
Sing. Sing while his attorneys argue an
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ATURDAY night in Brooklyn is

night, the chance for fun and
relaxation after the toil and
cares of the long week, Schoolgirls
on their first “dates,” housewives who
pay a kid to mind the baby for an
evening, young lovers splurging a few
of the dollars they are carefully sav-
ing for their future home... every-
‘body decides to have a good time on
Saturday night. The crowds surge
along the Flatbush Avenue Exten-
sion, where the big movie houses are
located; the subways running to
Coney Island are packed with laugh-
ing, singing humanity; carefree
youngsters wave goodbye to their
beaming parents as they start out for
an evening of gaiety. The night is
young; there’s so much to do! Let’s
see s-. dinner first of course... @
real nice one, too. What do you say
to one of the fancy bars and grills
on New Utrecht Avenue ..-
* * *

HE shiny new Hollywood Res-

taurant was bedecked with

flags and signs of welcome to its

customers; the : lace was open
only little more than a week, This
was its second Saturday night on
New Utrecht Avenue, and the big
dinner rush had not yet started.
There were a few customers scattered
through the booths, eating quietly,
and a couple of men loafing lazily
at the end of the bar nearest the door.
The young bartender stared moodily
at his shiny expanse of polished
wood, and rubbed his cloth over it—

for want of something better to do.

The waitress came out of the kitchen
with a tray, moving slowly and. lift-

/

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by RUBY CAMERON

All photes used in this story were specially
posed by professional models. Photes by Grege
Ufiand ef Glebe. ;

ing her face gratefully to the breeze
from the whirling fan, for it was &
hot night.

A new customer came in through
the door. He stopped at the end of the
bar, near where the two men were
standing. Suddenly, the early evening
quiet of the restaurant was shattered
by a man’s hoarse shout, followed
immediately by the sound of shots—
one, two, then another. The waitress
screamed, A man’s voice rose again,
pleading, piercing with hopeless ter-
ror. Two more shots rang out.

Patrolman Charles ran
across New Utrecht Avenue from the
cafeteria where he had been about to

Blood ‘gush
and a rapidly-spreading stain showed
just below his belt.

Jacobi reached for his gun) Then
he kicked open the door
restaurant.

Inside, there was stunned and hor-

bar, the blonde waitress stood para-
lyzed, fear and shock in her bulging
eyes and frozen lips.

Beyond the girl two men were
standing open-mouthed in the kit-
chen door. Both were aproned and
one was wearing & chef’s hat. A few
feet away from them, a. little man was
cowering in & telephone booth, But
the policeman’s eyes ‘were drawn im-
mediately to the end of the bar near

the street entrance, where the bus- .
‘ boy and bartender stood staring down

at the floor.
At their feet lay a dead man whose
SMASH DETECTIVE CASES


indred men
is Johnson

tive Abel’s brow.
aarked. “How do

for a farmer,” he
peculiar odor on

be a step toward
not too plentiful
to a cattle dealer
between the scent

it story, and Abel
it might help him

The last report of
1 on February 2nd,
nge man with cut
from. him.

‘eld Headquarters,
lepend entirely on
e case.

rom the laboratory
uffs was hardwood,
of Masonville and

‘o that end of the

n, the two officers
= milled almost ex-
» jaboratory report
search.

od the task of can-
taking a separate

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For the next few days, the’ detectives traveled doggedly
from mill ‘to mill. In each they explained their mission, and

described their quarry, but received nothing but discourag-

ing, negative answers. “
Meanwhile, hundreds of persons examined the curiously
eee red and green mittens, but none had ever seen them
ore.
Finally, on February 17th, Trooper Warner got the first
break.. He walked into a small mill at Walton and went
through the now familiar routine of displaying the colored

mittens and talking to all the employees of the concern. —

But, one by one, they

. shook their heads.
- Trooper

Warner was
about. to leave, a man
stopped him and eyed
him curiously. :

“Those gloves,” he said.

were hunting for the
‘owner ?”

“Ror murder,” Warner
replied. “He killed Lewis
Johnson at: Nineveh
Junction.”

The man shook his
head.

“J don’t know,” he
said haltingly. “I don’t
want to get anybody in
trouble. I’ve seen those
gloves before, but I'll tell
you this, that fellow never
killed anybody.”

Warner gripped the
man’s shoulder. Gone
now was his weariness
and discouragement.

“Listen,” he snapped,
“the man who killed
Johnson left those gloves
in the store.”

The man was beginning
to capitulate to the
Trooper’s eloquent plea.

“Gosh,” he murmured,
‘St just doesn’t seem pos-
sible.”

Warner pressed his
point home. Every muscle
in his face, every inflec-
tion in his voice was
brought into play as he
sought to persuade the
man to talk.

“Look here,” he. said.
“The man who dropped
these mittens is as vicious
a killer as I’ve ever
known of. If you. know
anything at all it’s your
duty to talk.”

The mill employee’s
face flushed.

“I guess you're right,’ :
he agreed. “But it just doesn’t seem possible. I’ve seen those
gloves lots of times.” He leaned forward and lowered his
voice.

“Herby Smith,” he said. “Herbert W. Smith—that’s the
fellow, and he used. to work here.”

With that tentative identification, Warner approached
Jerome J. Farrell, lumberman in the same district, who was
widely acquainted.

From Farrell, the Trooper learned that Smith at one time
had roomed with Fred Beers at Walton. Farrell telephoned
Beers and asked him to come to the mill.

There, in the office, Warner displayed the trousers.

“Byer see these before?” he asked.

Beers nodded. “Sure,” he returned. “They belong to Herb
Smith.”

Warner was jubilant. This was another link in his efforts

?

JULY,-1939

The man of the “mule mittens” was jubilant when he
heard that he had been granted a new trial. “T’ll
get out of this yet,” he said. But he was wrong

“to identify the killer. Had he reached the end of his search?

Then the Trooper displayed the mittens.

“Do you recognize these?”

“Yep,” Beets replied. “They are mine.”

“What's that?” Warner exclaimed. “Do you realize what
you are saying?” ;

. “] gure do,” Beers retorted. “Those are my gloves and I
can prove it. My wife put that patch in the palms of
them herself.” XS,

“Mr. Beers,” the Trooper replied, “those mittens were
found at the scene of a murder; the murder over at Nineveh

Junction.”
: “T don’t care where

‘they were found,” Beers
insisted. “I still say
they’re mine.. Herby
Smith borrowed them one
afternoon to help my
wife with some moving,
and he never brought
them back. I’ve missed
them. We’ve some mules,
and I’ve always used
them while working.”

FURTHER questioning

of Beers brought out
the fact that Smith had
left a number of his pos-
sessions at the Beers
home, and among them
the Trooper found a
pacman of the man

e was hunting.

After sending the photo
to his Headquarters to be
copied and distributed,
Warner, with the aid of
Mr. and Mrs. Beers, be-
gan the task of making a
list of all of Smith’s
friends, which included
many women.

From one of these
women, a Mrs. Marx who
lived at Chenango Forks,
the Trooper learned that
Smith had been there a
few days earlier and had
persuaded her to go to
Binghamton and get him
a new outfit of clothes.

“T look so much like
the man they are hunting
for that murder,” the
woman quoted. Smith as
saying, “that I dare not
go around the way I am
dressed now.”

Mrs. Marx believed his
story, took a train to
Binghamton, and_ re-
turned with new clothing.
Then, she said, Smith left
and she hadn’t seen him
since. One of the facts that Warner learned, however, was
that Smith had cut some wood for her, working in. a lot
just a few feet from the highway where scores of members
of the posse were passing at the time, unaware that their
quarry was so close at hand.

The next place on the list. that Warner visited was the
home of another woman who lived near-Walton, also known
to be a close friend of the lumberjack.

+ This time he took Abel and another detective with him.

““T haven’t seen Herb,” she said, “for over a month.”

Warner felt instinctively that the woman was lying. He
decided to beat her at her own game.

Turning to one of the detectives he had with him, he
said, “This man is a- postal inspector, and we know that a
letter from Smith was delivered here.”

Would the chance remark work? (Continued on page 68)

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nook and cranny of the building, swathing in its white glare
the startled figure of a man standing in the center of the
store.

Kicking the door open, young Johnson burst into the store,
put the shotgun against his shoulder, and ordered the burglar
to raise his hands. At the same instant the father let himself
in through the front with a key and trained his revolver.qn
the man. The burglar’s hands shot upward.

“The handcuffs, Lewis,” the older man snapped. “Put
them on him and I'll go to the phone.”

Quickly the son manacled the prisoner, and then backed
him into a chair.

“You'll stay put for a while,” he remarked.

“I guess you've got me,” the burglar replied meekly. “But

‘ with all those guns around do I have to wear these things?”

He jerked his head toward his manacled wrists.

“You bet you do,” the elder Johnson retorted. Then, to
his son, he added, “Keep an eye:on him.”

George Johnson’s first act was to walk to the telephone
in a far corner of the store to call his wife. “We’ve got the
man,” he said, “and everything’s all right. P’I——”

He never finished the sentence.

There was a roar that reverberated deafeningly through
the building, and the old man spun around just in time to
see his son sink to the floor. The robber was advancing
menacingly toward him, gripping young Johnson’s shotgun
by the barrel.

The old man had placed his own revolver down on the
counter beside the post-office pigeonholes while he was phon-
ing and he moved to get it. But the killer was quicker.
Although still manacled, he grasped the revolver by the
barrel and swung it, eracking the old man a terrific blow
on the head. Dazed and shaken by the onslaught, the post-
master sank to the floor and attempted to grapple with
his assailant. But the younger man was too strong and the
uneven contest ended quickly.

Just what happened in those brief seconds, nobody could
ever accurately tell. The shotgun was found later beside a
broken pane of glass, and Johnson theorized that the killer
probably had thrown it at him.

But at this moment he was lying dazed and semiconscious
on the floor. Through blurred eyes, he watched the killer

scurry from the store.

When Johnson had partially recovered from the stunning
blow he stumbled across the street to get help from Warren

H. Miles, the yardmaster at the D. and H. Railroad.
Meanwhile, Mrs. George Johnson was rushing down to

the store. She had heard the roar that interrupted her
husband’s message and guessed what it meant. After notify-
ing Lewis’ wife, she threw an overcoat over her nightclothes
and the two raced to the post office.

The two women arrived just as the dazed and bleeding
postmaster returned with Miles.

“Tt’s Lewis,” the old man sobbed, “He’s been shot.”

One glance was enough. They realized the younger man
was dead.

WHILE one of the group telephoned the news of the
tragedy to the office of Sheriff Fred L. Hovey, at Nor-
wich, some twenty miles distant, the elder Johnson was given
first aid by Miles and taken home to await the arrival of
a doctor.

At Norwich, Sheriff Hovey immediately notified District
Attorney Ward N. Truesdell, and the two officials were at
the store by three a.M.

Quickly they took in the details, and then interviewed the
postmaster.

“J didn’t see the actual shooting,” Johnson said. “I was
at the phone and my back was turned. But the way I figure
it is that Lewis put down his shotgun and walked around
the counter to see if anything had been taken from the case
where we keep a lot of old coins. Then that fellow must
have jumped up, grabbed the shotgun, while he was still
handcuffed, and killed my boy.”

An examination at the scene seemed to confirm the old
man’s version of what had happened, because the showcase
fvas open and the body lay directly below it.

Further search of the interior revealed a double-pair of
mittens—red and green knitted mittens pulled over leather
gloves—a pair of rolled-up trousers and a cap, all of which

(Above) Captain Stephen
W. McGrath, commanding
officer of Troop D, Oneida,
N.: Y., directed the efforts
to track down the killer {

(Left) Railroad station at |
Nineveh Junction. It was j
to the yardmaster here that
the elder Johnson ran for
help after the shooting

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happened, as it looks today.

(Below) Lieutenant J. J.
Warner, now of Troop C,
Sidney, N. Y., whose work
while a Trooper was large-
ly instrumental in solving
the perplexing puzzle

ie officials believed must have been left behind by the
slayer.

peg in the snow showed that the killer had escaped
on foot.

“It’s a cinch he won’t get far in this weather,” the District
Attorney remarked. “We'll get a posse and some blood-
hounds and follow his trail.”

The nearest bloodhounds were at Oneonta, N. Y;, in the
custody of Chief of Police Frank Horton, and thesé were
sent for. Meanwhile, State Troopers at Oneida Barracks also
were notified.

Field headquarters were set up in the Hines Hotel in
Nineveh Junction, with Sheriff Hovey, District Attorney
dong and Captain Stephen McGrath of Troop D in
charge. ;

At dawn the bloodhounds arrived and a posse of some 200
men took to the trail. Although still manacled, the killer
had taken Johnson’s revolver with him, and every member
of the posse was warned to exercise the utmost caution.

But the warning was needless, because at the end of the
day the searchers returned to Nineveh Junction empty-
handed. The killer, for the time being, had vanished.

Meanwhile, news of the crime had spread like wildfire
through the region, and by the next morning scores of reports
poured into Nineveh Junction. One of the most. plausible
was that a stranger answering the iugitive’s general descrip-
tion had been seen in a clump of woods at Church Hollow,
seven miles from the junction. ;

The posse hurried there; and finally, in a barn, the blood-

hounds picked up the scent. An empty tin cup which looked .-

as if it had contained milk, was found there, and from this
the searchers reasoned that the killer had spent the night

JULY, 1939

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in this shelter and had milked one of the cows. But there
the trail ended.

As the posse was about to spread out again, Charles
Christian, a farmer living near by, approached the group
and informed them that early the night before a man had
come into his house and asked for food.

“His wrists were cut,” he said, “and he kept one hand in
his pocket all the time he was eating. He acted nervous and
ran away as soon as he finished.”

The description he gave tallied with that of the killer
furnished by Johnson, and the posse hopefully continued the
search, confident that his capture was just a matter of a
few more hours.

Back at Nineveh Junction, unaware of the progress of the
posse, Trooper J. J. Warner (now Lieutenant of Troop C,
Sidney) and Charles Abel, a shrewd detective employed by
the Ontario and Western Railway, had been called into the
case.

Abel’s assistance was sought because of his ability, the fact
that he was well acquainted with the community, and be-
cause the railroad always was willing to assist in such cases.

“We always figured,” Abel said later, “that as long as such

‘a man was at large, he was a potential danger to railroad

men, too.”

Abel and Warner were assigned to search in the vicinity
of the junction for some trace of the killer, on the theory
he might have sought shelter near by, and one of the first
places they approached was an abandoned farmhouse.

As they were looking around in the cellar, Abel noticed
an abandoned washing machine wringer with an unusually
sharp-edged handle, and out of curiosity, he looked it over
closely.

a Suddenly he stooped, began picking away rocks from the
oor.

FrASCINATED by his strange behavior, Warner asked,

“What on earth are you looking for?”

Cryptically the railroad detective replied, “If this was a
pit@of coal I’d move it piece by piece to prove my point.”

Then he rose to his feet, and with a satisfied smile, handed
several links to the Trooper.

“This is what I was looking for,” he said. ‘These probably
are the links from the handcuffs. The man came in here,
filed them thin by rubbing them along the bar of this wringer,
and then broke them by pounding them against the rocks.
Chances are that the cuffs are still on his wrists, but his
hands are free.”

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(Above) These snowy hills of Chenango County were part of the vast area covered by the posse of two hundred men
and a pack of bloodhounds in the intensive search for the mysterious and elusive killer of Lewis Johnson

Truesdell was jubilant when the Trooper and Abel brought
in the links.

“At least we've turned up something,” he said. “Frankly,
I don’t think that the posse is going to catch up to that
fellow. He’s too slippery. But we’ve got this to work on.”
He gestured toward the trousers, mittens and cap.

“I don’t think that the cap is going to be much help,”
he commented, “but those trousers are. There’s sawdust in
the cuffs, and that means just one thing to me—a lum-
ber mill.”

Abel nodded in agreement. “I believe you’re right, Mr.
Truesdell,” he said. “Not only that, but the bottoms have
been turned up just like a lumberjack would wear them over
high-top boots.”

“If we can identify the type of wood this sawdust is,”
Truesdell broke in, “I think it will help considerably.”

Dispatching a deputy to take the trousers to a Binghamton
laboratory for examination, Truesdell and the others next
turned their attention to the mittens.

“They’re a very unusual pattern,” Abel said. Truesdell
nodded. “I took the trouble,” Abel continued, “to spread
the word around about them last night, because I figured that
the more people we could get to look them over the better
our chances would be to identify their owner.”

That afternoon, as they were awaiting a report on the
eo a young man walked into the hotel and asked for
Abel.

“You don’t know me,” he said. “But I know you, and
I’ve heard about the mittens that were found in the store.
Mind if I look at them?”

“Not at all,” the detective replied, displaying them to his
visitor. The man studied them carefully for a few moments,
and. then placed them to his nose.

“T’ll tell you something,” he suid. “Whoever owned these
has worked around mules.”

28

Curiosity and disbelief wrinkled Detective Abel’s brow.

“That’s a strange thing to say,” he remarked. “How do
you know that?”

The man smiled. “That’s an easy one for a farmer,” he
said. “I know that mules always leave a peculiar odor on
anything that they come in contact with.”

If this were true, Abel felt that it might be a step toward
identifying the killer, because mules were not too plentiful
in that section, so he took the mittens to a cattle dealer
and asked him if there was any difference between the scent
of a mule and any other animal.

The cattle dealer quickly confirmed that story, and Abel
made a mental note of a fact he thought might help him
later.

Meanwhile, the posse had given up. The last report of
ahy value had come from Coventry Station on February 2nd,
where a farmer had reported that a strange man with cut
wrists had bought several quarts of milk from, him.

But the trail ended there, and in the Field Headquarters,
the officers decided they would have to depend entirely on
the trousers, mittens and cap to break the case.

BY now the trousers had been returned from the laboratory

with a report that the sawdust in the cuffs was hardwood,
typical of the kind milled in the vicinity of Masonville and
Trout Creek, several miles distant.

Abel and Warner were both detailed to that end of the
investigation.

Armed with a description of their man, the two officers
went to work. The fact that hardwood was milled almost ex-
clusively in the section mentioned by the laboratory report
narrowed considerably the scope of their search.

So one by one, Abel and Warner started the task of can-
vassing several score of sawmills, each taking a separate
list to avoid any duplication of effort.

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(HE ALCOHOLIG DEATH 220
her. He then questioned the wife. Mrs. Howe, weéakeand ema-
Gated from a long illness, lay in bed. “Can [L heip you?” she
asked pleasantly.

“Nirs. lowe,” Picard began, “we know your husband died of

arsenic poisoning. Have you any idea where he might have
obtaieted arsenic?”

“We have some in es house,” said the woman. “Win used to
make a solution of arsenate of lead to bSprey the - Satoes. I
remember him doing so a couple of xefore he took sick.”

According to a tip from one of Howe’s relatives, Iss Howe’s
family had been in trouble with the authorities before. So, on
Pebruary 24, e card dreve to Albany and fo ked through the
criminal records. He Jouked under the name of Scott, Mrs.
Howe's maiden name, and under records dated from Auoura
Prison in 1909, he found this entry:

OV Scott, 22, ori chy electro: uted, Auburn Prison
for the murder of his stepmother.

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44
Abe

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Could this incident a thirt Pe, yeors ago provide a niotive tor
murder, Picard wondered? Could Howe have threatened his
wife that he would expose her family’s past? It was fantastic,
but the idea persisted in his mind, anc he returned to the widow’s
none to question her once more. But all he could get out of her

at Howe must have réceived the arsenic in his system by
ranted he fumes as he sprayed potatoes.

Corpora ul Picard left the Howe place and went to interview 2
neighbor, From him and his wife he learned that Mr. and Mrs.
Howe had often et Se ‘Tf you want the truth,” ay the
neebber s wife, “they didn’t get.on at all. Mrs. Howe was 2 ane
older than he. He was only Fon ty-five and she was sixty-five. We
was her titth husband a: ind every one of them’s dead”

“Did Howe ever spray - is potatoes with arsenic?” asked

Preard,

cc} * . ec “7 - { } = tot 39 nye H -
— e never sprayed his potatoes,” said the neighbor. “LE can
y
prove it
anemeges Brin Pye a} 1-9 : .
He led the offizer:to the Ps rato patch. “Took,” he said, “the

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Insects have exten those leaves down to the stems. That’s beesuse
. ~ . Sched y s, !o9y
they NCVCE Were Spry cl.
W! hv had Meg Fiowe hed Abour che use “of agen: Ye saa]

hurried back to the house. “Mrs. Howe,” he began, “you stated

’

SCOTT, William, white, elec, Auburn, NY (Chenango) 6-1-1909,

From: 100 TRUE CRIME STORIES, by Sam D, Cohen; 196, New World
Publishing Company. Sent by Carlo Mele who did not send the

THE CASE OF entire article,

The Alcoholic Death

Dearu had just visited the United States Veterans? Rlospital
at Bath, New York. The victim was a man called Winfred Howe
Who, according to his chart, had been brought in to be treated for

sm. ee iterne Who discov ered him went directly
to the officoof Dr. Samuel Kahistrom, the supervising physician.

“Doctor,” the interne said, “VIL bet my last dollar that Win-
ed Howe hadn't had a drink of any kind of intoxicati ting por
SIX sels Though he came in he ‘re taggec das an alcoholi cy he

of pats in his stomach, dizziness and nausea. Tho
aren't “alebbolk ibs ipto ms. I thought right t along that he had been
porsoned, In fact I've heen treating him for poisoning, That man
ue than Lam—and I dont drink.”

Dr. Kahlstrom studiec the chart and ordered an autopsy. It
revealed Sie rsenic in the stomach of - infred Howe,
World War vetirant of Delphi Falls, New York, to kill a hun-
dred men! The State Police were notified.

The date was November 13, 1936. oppor al Chester R.
Kempston, plainclothes officer attac hed to the Bureau of Crim-
inal ao tification, was assigned to cover the Howe case. His
first step was to inv estigate Howe’s visitors at the hospital: his
Wife, fe ter, brother, half- brother, daughter and a neighbor.

Worn by endless istics of work, Kempston Dice ill and was
ueabie to continue with the investigation. Corporal Howard y

card was assigned to take his place.

‘Pleard went to the Howe home. There he met the deceased
man’s fifteen-year-old daughter but could learn nothi: 1g from

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SHARLES, Daniel, black, han

seni § CONFESSION OF A MURDEROUS NEGRO. a a8,
~ Symacuag, N, ¥., June 27.—The murder of an agod
miser, Elbridge: G@. Rewey, at. Newark Valley, Tioga
county, on. ‘Wednenday night, the 25th, previously
published, proves to have been a particularly cold-
bloaded crime. Searles, the negro murderer, to-day
made a confession.: He says he went alone to the
house, and seeing 8 light, tried the door, and, finding
it unfestened, entered, Rewey was sitting by aamall
stand in the corner of the room, reading. * Searles re-
marked that it was warm, and. then told him. he
wanted to borrow some money.: “Rewey refused him,
‘saying, I’ve no moncy to lend.” . Searles thon struck
bim on the head with a heavy wooden bootjack mak-
ing ® severe wound. They grappled and in the
struggle moved disgonally across the room to # dovr
opening into s back ‘kitchen. While near this door
he cut Rewey’s throat with s razor, breaking: the
weapon in the attempt. He then gota jack-knife
from Rewey’s pocket and finished the deed. He eft |
the knife lying on the body of the murdered man to
convey the impression that he had committed suicide,
He ransacked the house and got a silver watch and
$237,365 in money.’ The negrocs Coleman and Balder,
to whom Searles confeased before the'crime was dis-
covered, are. now impliceted and are under arrest.
Tho community is greatly. excited.’ woe :


A Negro: Pays the: Penalty. ,
Owean, N.Y,, Jan. 21.— Tire first infliction of capital

Punishment in Tioga County occurred here to-day at
noon, when Daniel Searles, an illiterate negro, who
|

in June last murdered 8N - aped
farmer, who lived alone in shboring Villape of
Newark Valley, - The murder was for
thé purpose of and was

that Rewey had rey;
He had also drawn a knife from his Pocket ag ir
fend him elf.
and with it ; ‘dec ey
arrested the next day, ied Before Sudge
: OG ALIKE DTmT Owego, and On” December ‘s
NealTLlONaL POLICH GaznuTThL habued tontey he )
New York, NY. a : Searles has nade no attempt to deny his euile.
January eb aS 1880 . | Seely confessing the crime and Saying that he de.
| Rerved to die for it. He has Preserved a brave
terior throughout aud passed his last nig
seemin: ly with leas anxiety than did hia executioner
The execution took Place in a temporary frame struc.
ture in the jail) yara erected for the PUrpore..- 4:
cordon of military attended. The Kallows wax the
Sane on which Penwell was executed at Elmira jj),
July, 1877, top wife murder. The ponderous drop
weighed more than 300 pounds,” The Spectators wer,
in attendance at 4 warter to twelv., Kome 200° being
present. | Prayers were read in the Prisoner's ee) atid
the death Warrant read t.- him. 8 Ao
OO


Peter Seiler (between officers), taken in for killing Detective James
Masterson, slain during the holdup of a New York speakeasy in 1927

been sent to Elmira Retormatory tor burglary in March,
1013. Three years later he served four years in Sing
Sing for felonious assault. Another burglary conviction
in 1920 had sent him up the River for a two year
stretch. Then in 1922 he had been confined to the work-
house for sixtv davs for unlawful entry

A FOR his roommate, Peter Seiler, the tiles yielded

no record. Therefore the detectives bent every ef-
fort to locate Tipping, who although not the brutal
'eader of the bandit gang, positively was identified from
‘is Rogues Gallery picture as one of the thugs.

By use of a special telephone book it was ascer-
ained that the number so frequently called by Seiler
ind Tipping was that of Mrs. Grace A. Peterson at 8037,
Nanson Street, Forest -Hills. Orders were issued that
the wire to her home was to be tapped secretly.

While Headquarters was plotting a course of action,
ar uptown in Knickerbocker Hospital James Master-
-on died without regaining consciousness. Chief Medi-
al Examiner Charles A. Norris, called to perform the
iutopsy, found a .38-calibre bullet rolling loose in the
yelvic cavity. He reported the cause of death as hem-
rrhage and shock following a gunshot wound of “he
hdomen.

Shortly after noon the next day, police technicians,
‘orking with great secrecy, succeeded in tapping Mrs.
Peterson's phone. Two blocks away a listening post
was established in the home of a policeman. There went
Detectives Fred H. Winkelman and Frank Mullee of
the Homicide Squad who were to keep a twenty-four
hour record of all calls until something more definite
was learned about the men sought for the crime. Mean-
while other members of the Homicide Squad were scour-
ing the underworld for information about Tipping,
Seiler, and their associates.

14

_, Days passed and it seemed to the Detectives lis-
tening to the phone conversations on the tapped wire
that they had been led into a blind alley. Hach day
they would hear a woman’s voice give an order for gro-
ceries and vegetables—then the phone would be silent
Detectives who were sent to watch the house reported
hi only one person, obviously a servant, was living
there.

It was seven o'clock in the morning on February
7 when what seemed to be the first break in the case
occurred. Winkelman who was on the phone at the

’ time heard the bell ring in Mrs. Peterson’s home—The

signal was irregular, some rings long, some short, and
he sensed that it was a long distance call that was
going ‘to be put through. . After a long interval, he
heard a click on the other end.

“Hello,” said a slee Yy voice,

“Hello Martha? This is Mrs. Peterson.”

Winkelman started. pressed the earphones close to
his head. i .

“Yes ma’am, how are you?”

“Fine. But it is terribly cold up here and | want you
to send me my fur wrap as soon as the post-office opens
Ill freeze without it.”

“Vl ’tend to that right away.’ How are the boys?’

MEINE. We can’t get any water in the place except
by carrying it, so they have to work for: a change.”
“Is there anything else you need?”
“No, that’s all. Take care of the house. Goodbye.
Again a click and the line went dead. Winkelman
dropped the earphones, rushed toa telephone in the
hall and called Headquarters.
“Mrs. Peterson just put a long distance call through.
She wants the maid to send her fur wrap by parcel

post,” he reported. “I couldn’t get where the call came
from, but there was some conversation about the ‘boys’

_ being with her.”

“Stay on the phone and see if anything else turns
up,” came back the order. “We'll have the maid fol-
lowed. If we can keep this whole thing quiet, so much
the better.”

CCORDINGLY Winkelman remained at his post to
await further developments while Detective Francis
Traynor, watching the house, picked up the trail of
the maid when she left promptly at nine oclock. In her
arms she carried a package the size of a coat box. Tray-
nor followed her to the post office and watched until the
package was stamped. Then he went to the Postmaster’s
office and disclosed his identity.
“A parcel post package was just left here,” he said.
“It is very important that we know where it is going.”
_ “Anything dangerous in it?” asked the Postmaster
in alarm.
“No. But the place where it is going may not be so
healthy,” said Traynor with a grim smile.
“See the clerk. You can have anything you want.’
It was a simple matter to pick out the bulky pack-
age from the pile of early morning bundles. One glance
at the label was sufficient for Traynor. It read: “To
ae Grace A. Peterson. care Camp Utica. Old Forge.

At the West | wentieth Street Headquarters of the
Homicide Squad, Captain Kerr called into his office De-
tectives Thomas J. Martin and Stephen G. Donahue.
two of the outstanding manhunters in the Detective Di-
vision.. Working together, these men had to their credit
the arrest of Morris Diamond for the murder of two
messengers in the West End bank holdup in Brooklyn,
the arrest of John Dopey Marino for the murder of an
inspector and motorman on a Mount Vernon street car,
and the arrest of Frank Daly for the same crime at a
farmhouse at Westport, Connecticut. Late in December
they had been promoted to first-grade detectives and
both were eager to tackle their new assignment.

“In a half hour you leave for Old Forge,” Kerr told
them. “Mrs: Peterson has been located’ there and ashe
is not alone.” He paused to let these words sink in.

“Stop_at Albany and speak to Major Warner. Ask
for State Troopers as guides. That’s deserted mountain
country and we must be ready for any eventuality.

“Brady and Teed will go with vou Good luck’
he added as they turned to go

THe last named men were trom the West 100th Street

Station. Like Martin and Donahue they had been
working on the case from the beginning and were pre-
pared for a relentless search for the killers of their
brother officer.

Within the hour the tour men were rolling north-
ward to Albany to arrange for a rendezvous with the
State Troopers. Meanwhile Detective Traynor had been
ordered to get into Mrs. Peterson’s house to pick up
whatever information he could obtain. In a bureau
drawer he found a hunting case watch and a tie pin
which answered the description of jewelry taken in the
speakeasy holdup Slowly but surely the net seemed
to be closing in.

Arriving at Albany shortly after noon, the detec-
tives went to Major John A. Warner, Superintendent of
the New York State Police. He assigned Troopers
George Cowburn and George Wittmer of Troop D
Oneida Barracks, to the case.

“That section has been snowed in since the week-end
My men will meet you at the Thendera railhead tonight
and will help you find the camp.”

After a quick lunch at the Albany railroad station.
the: detectives boarded the afternoon train north to
Thendara. By nightfall they found themselves at the
small Adirondack village. Thick white snow blanketed
the streets and houses: the air was cold. and sharp. It
was with relief that the detectives entered the warmth
of the village hotel where the State Troopers were
waiting.

“You fellows are dressed tor this country,” said
Donahue, blowing on his hands and eyeing the fur hats
and heavy lined coats of the Troopers.

“Yes,” laughed Wittmer. “It’s just like Alaska some-
times. You need a dog sled to get back in the hills.”

“When do you think we ought to get to the camp?’
asked Donahue :

TAS Trooper rubbed his chin. “I don't think it 1s

advisable to go up there at night. If any of them
get out of the house they are liable to slip right through
our fingers. They'll still be there tomorrow morning be-
cause they are snowed in. At daybreak we stand the
best chance of getting them.”

“All right’ agreed Donahue
vou.”

“We'll leave it to

At six the next morning, in the dim half light fol-
lowing dawn, the Detectives and Troopers gulped cups
of steaming coffee in the kitchen of the Hotel. Then
they filed silently out of the building into the car
which was to take them up the mountain road to Old
Forge.

Additional snow had fallen during the night and as
the car plowed its way through new drifts, its motor
groaned. After twenty minutes of driving during which
time the detectives felt numbed with the cold, Cowburn
pulled the car off the road, into a clearing. .


“Please Send Me My Fur Wrap" Ordered a Fem-
‘inine Voice, Over the Telephone. Officers Listen-
ing in on the Tapped Wire Were Jubilant. It Was
Their First Break! So They Prepared to Deliver
the Garment, Also a Bevy of Armed Officers

“We'll go up from here on foot,” he said.

Donahue, Martin, Teed and Brady got out of the
car, stamped their feet on the ground. Their faces shone
red in the freezing air. Wittmer and Cowburn ad-
justed their fur caps and a moment later the party was
trudging along the road, their feet crunching the dry
snow underfoot with a squeaking sound. The wind be-
gan to blow in sharp gusts and they bent their bodies
into it as they toiled up the hill. Bits of loose snow
whipped up and stung their faces.

At THE top of the hill the road turned and Wittmer,
who was leading, paused. He motioned to the
others to draw near.

“That’s Camp Utica in the hollow,” he said, point-
ing to a green bungalow two hundred yards away. Snow
covered the roof and all but obscured the low building.
Stuck up at a rakish angle was a tin stove pipe that
served as chimney. From it lazily curled a thin wisp
of blue smoke.

Donahue’s eyes narrowed as he took in the details
of the scene. The muscles of his lean jaw twitched as
he took his revolver from his shoulder holster and put it
in his overcoat pocket. The others followed his example.

“I think it will be best if the Troopers guard the
front and rear of the bungalow,” said Donahue. “Mar-
tin and | will enter first and then Teed and Brady will
follow. Is that all right?” ;

The Detectives nodded their assent.

Burning with suppressed excitement the six men
moved cautiously to the cabin huddled in the snow. In
the distance a dog barked. Then all was silence, ex-
cept for the steady crunch of the men’s feet.

As they approached their goal, Donahue paused.
Around the front of the bungalow was a screened porch.
He reached into his pocket for a knife. Carefully he
went up the wooden steps and inserted the thin blade be-
tween the slit of the door jamb. He lifted it, and a small
hook which held the door closed, snapped up. Martin,
Teed and Brady joined him on the porch. Next they
tried the thin wooden door which led to the inside. It
was locked. Husky broad-shouldered Brady stepped
back a pace, then lunged. The door shivered, flew
open with a crash.

Guns drawn, Martin and Donahue rushed into the
dark interior, to the bedroom in the rear. Martin’s
flashlight cut a swath of white through the blackness and
they saw two figures stirring sleepily in the bed. One
of them was a woman. The other was a tow-haired
youth, whose arm was reaching toward the wall over his
head.

“Police officers,” cried Donahue as he sprang on the
bed. The youth lashed out his arms with a snarl of
ragé Martin pulled on the electric light, and dived at
the struggling figures. There was a scuffle and a metal-
lic object clattered to the floor.

SECOND later Teed and Brady rushed in. Secure

in Donahue’s arms was the tow-haired youth. At

his feet was a revolver which had been knocked from his

hand by Martin’s charge. The woman clutched the

bedclothes to her, hid her face in her hands and sobbed.

“Handcuff this bird,” directed. Donahue as he held
out his captive’s wrists.

“Who else is here with you?” asked Martin when.

the steel bracelets clicked.

The youth gave him a scornful look, bit his lip in
silence. The woman continued to sob.

Martin went out into the main room. There was
an alcove screened by heavy draperies on the side. He
went over to see what was behind. As his hand shook
the portieres a voice menaced, “get the hell away from
here.”

Martin stepped back a pace, leveled his gun. At the
same instant a shot rang out and he felt his hand stung
as if lashed by a whip. His revolver fell to the floor.
He held up a bleeding hand and saw that the bullet
had grazed his wrist, then had swerved upward through
the lapels of his coat.

“Look out, men!” he cried. “He’s in this room.”

ONAHUE ran to his side, his revolver gleaming. He
fired two shots into the draperies. They rustled and
shivered, but no sound came from behind them.

“Come out of there or be blown to bits,” com-
manded Donahue. Again the room was-silent.

Martin wrapped a handkerchief around his wrist and
took a gun in his hand.

“Go outside,” whispered Donahue, “and stand near
the window. I'll fire into the room and then you fire
from the outside.”

Martin left and stationed himself under the win-
dow. He heard five shots roar, each burst marked by a
streak of flame across the darkened window pane.

At last the firing stopped.
Martin placed his gun on the win-
dow ledge. Five times the glass
was splintered with his shots. Still
there was no sign of surrender
from the cornered gunman. -

JNSIDE the bungalow Donahue
ordered the: handcuffed captive
brought to him.
“Tell the man in the room to
come out.”
Visibly shaken by the fusil-
lade of shots, the handcuffed
youth clicked his dry lips .and

called, “It’s me, Walter.. Come
“Ts that Walter Tipping?”

asked Donahue.

“Yes,”

“And you are his roommate,
Peter. Seiler?”

The youth shrugged his shoul-
ders. “That’s right,” he said.
Donahue pulled Seiler to him.
Using the latter’s body for a shield
he edged toward the curtained
room. Seiler squirmed and wrig-
led with desperate strength.
ensing a possible slip-up, Dona-
hue finally relaxed his. grip and
pushed him away.

“Mrs, sPeterson,” he called.

[) RESSED in a silk negligee, Mrs.

Peterson entered, straighten-
ing her ruffled blonde hair. Archly
she came up to Donahue.

Mrs. Grace A. Peterson, who in negligee archly

paraded before officers during the raid in
which her paramour was captured and_ his
pal was killed. She later turned State’s evidence

“Go into that room and tell Walter to come out.”

Mrs. Peterson blanched. But after a look at Don-
ahue’s resolute face she shrugged her shoulders. Steeling
herself, she ran through the draperies and disappeared.
A second later she screamed, “He’s dead!”

FEARING a ruse, Donahue stepped quietly to the side
of the draperies and pulled them back. Mrs. Peter-
son was right. Crumpled on the floor, his blond hair
stained a wet red, lay Walter Tipping. A gaping hole in
his temple bore mute evidence that the police*bullets had
found their mark.

Detective James Masterson, accidentally on the scene
of a holdup, was shot down by bandits when he at-
tempted to draw his gun in the course of his duty

Quickly the Detectives began a search of the bun-
galow. The first strike was made in the bedroom where
on the floor near the head of the bed was found a .32-
calibre revolver. Hanging on the wall near the head of
the bed was a .38-calibre police special. The serial num-
bers were filed off the frame but it looked as if it might
be Masterson’s gun. Next to it, on another hook, was
a white leather tobacco pouch. It was filled to the brim
with heavy pistol cartridges.

FRE Troopers were called in from their post outside

and they took charge of Tipping’s body, communi-
cating with the Herkimer County Coroner in order to
speed the release of the New York Detectives pending
an investigation. They explained the circumstances of
the shooting over the telephone and the Coroner, satis-
fied that it was unavoidable, gave permission for the de-
tectives to return to New York.

“T’ll be up late today for an autopsy and they can
have the body tomorrow,” he said.

N THEIR search for evidence linking Tipping and

Seiler to the murder of Masterson, the detectives
turned the small bungalow inside out. So thorough was
their examination that they found a gold chain en-
twined with adhesive tape around the reproducer of the
living room gramophone. This chain later was to prove
an important item in the mass of evidence against the
criminals.

Seiler and Mrs. Peterson were rushed into their
clothes and taken by the detectives to Thendara. At II
o'clock that morning they left on the New York train,
and early in the evening Seiler was brought to police
headquarters for questioning. He greeted all efforts to
obtain information with an arrogant smile of derision.

But when Helen Graves, her (Continued on Page 37)

15


Ywith the Federal Officers.

*

‘But the luck that had saved him before,
had rum its course. His small machine
gun jammed with the first shot he fired.
Rifles of the quick-fingered Federal agents
cracked into action, and Gibson dropped
to the ground mortally wounded. By a
strange irony of fate, he was wearing a
bullet proof vest, which failed to stop the
agents’ gunfire.

Gibson died two hours later in a hos-
pital, resisting to the last the efforts of
officials to get information from him re-
garding the kidnaping case.

His death closed the books on the Amer-

ican-First National robbery, with two men
serving long terms in the Oklahoma State
Penitentiary, one free because he turned
State’s evidence, and the fourth a bullet-
torn corpse. :

That is the story of one of the South-
west’s most notorious crimes, where the
right 2 and 2, added up, finally equalled
100!

To me, the interesting thing about the
whole amazing series of disclosures, and
the capture and punishment of the crim-
inals, is that it all. developed from that
single small clew—the charred paper trail
of the $75,000 loot.

Sterilization—Landru, the World's
Most °Sinister Bluebeard

(Continued from Page 24)

Mademoiselle Marchadier is? I do not
know. She left me after one day at Gam-
bais—and she disappeared!”

At the trial also there developed the
astounding fact—incongruity of incongru-
ities—that he frequently lured his victims
with pastries—notably fluffy cream puffs!

Sometimes Landru became facetious.
“My head!” he cried to the prosecutor
Godefroy, who had threatened him with
the guillotine. “You are always talking
about my head. | regret not to have sev-
eral heads to offer you.”

This spirit carried over into’ the trial,
which created a greater sensation in Eu-
rope than any similar affair of recent
times. Several of the French reporters
present were inspired to write books about
it. Georges du Parcq described Landru
on the stand as a “cynical, callous and
courageous villain—France’s greatest and
most astounding criminal.” The English
mystery story writer, William Le Queux,
came over from London as an observer,
and did a volume before he was through.

The evidence was so overwhelming that
it must have conyinced any_ intelligent
person, on or off the jury. Technically,
however, the State’s case was weak in one
respect. The minute scraps of human bone
constituted the flimsiest excuse for a cor-
pus delicti ever offered in an important
murder trial. There was nothing to show
that they came from a vital part of the
body. *They might, after all, have been
fragments of severed arms or feet. Their
contours were charred beyond recognition.

In ruling to accept this exhibit, Judge
Gilbert followed the dictates of good sense
rather than the letter of the law. It was
morally certain that Landru had shown
surpassing ingenuity in hiding or destroy-
ing corpses. Let him stand or fall, there-
fore, on whatever evidence the State could
produce.

On November 30 the case went to the
jury, which promptly brought in a verdict
of guilty in the first degree. Landru
smiled, leaned from the dock to shake
nands with his lawyer and said:

“Thank you, Monsieur. n
but the appearances have been against me.
lf I could have been saved, you would
have done it.”

An appeal was filed, but rejected. The
President of the Republic refused clem-
ency. The date of the execution was set
for February 25, 1922,

3elieving as | do in the sterilization of
criminals, 1t seems inexcusable to me that
this monster Landru should not have been
recognized as such and rendered harmless,
long before he commenced his career of
murder. He had been in the hands of the
police as an habitual crook. Most of his
carly offenses had been against women.
lle came of a tainted ancestry, his father
having committed suicide.

| read the other day about a youth in
Budapest, Hungary, who was arrested for
stealing kisses in the street. He had been
it it for several weeks. “I must kiss every
yeautiful woman | see,” was his excuse.
t is not at all far-fetched to say that the

] am innocent, |

impulse behind this young man’s actions
could develop into the murderous sadism
of a Landru. It is a form of madness to
overstep social boundaries and kiss strange
women, when one knows that this course
can end only in a prison cell. Landru
probably began by wanting to embrace
all the pretty girls in the world. He could
have been slowed up and restored to nor-
mal by the simple operation of steriliza-
tion.

It hasbeen announced officially from
Berlin that 180,000 defectives have been
sterilized since the new law permitting this
has been in effect. Nazi Careoany as ae
wiser view of the problem. than liberal
France, where sterilization always has been
frowned. upon. It merely means that
moronic murderers will be more numer-
ous in France than in Germany during the
coming generation. °

To return to the Bluebeard: Landru in
prison continued to insist upon his inno-
cence. He boasted that he never would
be executed, but his air of mockery im-
plied that he talked that way to buoy up
his courage. Near the end, when the prison
barber came to do his duty, Landru
greeted him with the remark:

“Clip my beard nicely. If the Red
Widow (the guillotine) is to get me, | still
want to look well for the ladies.”

At 5:45 on the morning of the 25th, a
procession of blackcoated officials went to
his cell. The chief prosecutor began the
usual speech, warning the accused that this
was his last opportunity to present new
evidence. Landru sat up in his cot and
waved a hand.

“Gentlemen, I know why you have
come,” he said. “There is no need to tell
me. I am an innocent man, but | will
die bravely. 1 know that this is not your

fault, and | forgive you.”

He placed himself in position so that
his shirt collar could be cut away and
his hair trimmed behind. “Don’t cut my
beard,” he pleaded anxiously.

The official in charge made a signal, and
the famous auburn beard was spared.

Landru declined the customary glass of
rum and the last cigarette. He never had
been a drinker, and he used tobacco very
sparingly. .

It was barely day when he appeared out-
side the prison gates at Versailles. By
law, French executions must be conducted
in public. The guillotine had been set up
hurriedly at the last moment, so as to at-
tract as small a crowd as possible. Never-
theless, word had got around and thou-
sands of persons were present.

Landru walked firmly to the engine of
doom, and in less than three minutes his
severed head had dropped into the bas-
ket. His brain was preserved and may be
seen in the museum of the Faculty of
Medicine, Paris. The rest of the hody
was turned over to relatives for private
burial. A group of criminologists are said.
to have acquired the villa at Gambais,
where they intend to found a little mu-

seum, a sort of chamber of horrors.
s

The Cop Killers of Morningside
_ Heights

(Continued from Page 15) |

useless right arm suspended’ in a sling,
entered the room, he fidgeted uneasily in
his chair.

One look at Seiler was enough for her.

“That’s the man!” she cried, her voice
quivering with excitement. “Don’t let him
tell you anything else.”

Next the manager and the bartender of
the 103rd Street speakeasy were brought
in. They too identified Seiler as the
leader of the bandit gang. The bartender
also recognized the gold watch chain taken
from the bandits’ cabin, as the one he
had worn for twenty years.

Seeing the evidence piling up against
him, Seiler then tried to shift the blame
to the dead man. ‘

“Tipping ‘was the one who shot Master-

‘ son,” he said with desperate eagerness. “I

had nothing to do'with it.”

-Pressed for-a full explanation, Seiler re-
vealed his other accomplices. They were
Jeremiah Calahan and James White.

“I don’t know where they are,” he said.
“Only Walter and | were at the camp.”

The next day the body of Walter Tip-
ping arrived at the morgue. In order to
aid identification the clothes which he was
suspected of wearing at the time of the
robbery were put on. Then the witnesses
filed in to view the slain gunman. All
agreed that he was one of the bandits.

Later that day, John Jovino, dealer in
police supplies, identified the police re-
volver picked up.at the.Old Forge camp
as the gun he sold to Masterson.: With
this final bit of evidence in hand, the police
then turned to the capture of Seiler’s ac-
complices. Assigned to look for Calahan
were Detectives Fred Winkelman, William
Jackson and;Frank Mullee.

‘Meanwhile: high police officials were jub-

ilant over the successful work of. the men.

who were sent on. the Old Forge mission.
William H. Woodin, then president. of the
American Car and Foundry Company,
who later'was to: become Secretary: of the
Treasury in President Roosevelt’s cabinet,
saw fit to reward the Detectives for their
bravery and resourcefulness. A testimonial
dinner was held a week later and Martin
and Donahue were given checks for $300
$300; To Brady and Teed went checks for
That same day, detectives watching
Calahan’s-home at 744 .Ninth Avenue;
seized him as he entered the doorway. He
was in a highly nervous state and seemed
dazed by the sudden turn of events.
Lodged in Tombs Prison; he too was iden-
tified by witnesses'in the case. As he bab-
bled incoherently, a .lunacy commission
was appointed to examine him. After
their report was submitted Calahan
pleaded guilty to the crime of murder
with a specification of insanity. He then
was sent to the Matteawan State Hospital
for the Criminal Insane.

Early in May Seiler was brought to trial
and ‘confronted with the testimony of eye-
witnesses, the damning evidence of the
dead Detective’s gun, the stolen jewelry.
Star witness for the State was Mrs.
Peterson who told how she had become
infatuated with the arrogant young
Seiler. On the night of the crime they
were at a party at the Paddock Club
which was interrupted while the four
thugs staged their holdup raid.

“Seiler and Tipping came back,” re-
lated Mrs. Peterson, “and took me home to
Forest Hills. “They left a gold watch and
a stick-pin in a bureau drawer for safe-
keeping. Seiler was anxious to get away
from the city and_I agreed to open my
Summer place at Old Forge.”

Bitterly Seiler contended that he had
been framed, that Tipping was the actual
killer of Masterson, that he was’ a good
boy mixed up with the wrong crowd. The
jury, however, thought ‘differently and on
May 16, after one hour’s deliberation, re-
turned a verdict of guilty of first degree
murder. Rushed to the death house at
Sing Sing, his bravado gone, Seiler waited
through the long, hot Summer before a
higher court denied his appeal.

On December 15, shortly before. mid-

night, the ruthless killer of Detective Mas-
terson was strapped to the electric chair.
A few seconds Jater he himself felt. the
chill hand of death, as the State ended his
life.

As for pe White, alleged fourth
member of the gang, his: whereabouts
never were ascertained. But to this day
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tered ment ection across his Netiee. A. second —
a conversatio al The grey overcoated figure ¢ covered § at
an behind~ Pr the: ‘customers at the bar with the
‘the*bar in the rear ‘of asmall speak- intensity of a coiled cobra, and | the
eag on West 103rd Street, New round black muzzle of the gun he

York City, glanced up in ; surprise. held did not waver a fraction of ai

‘otated eedncnbedy, “don't be
It

THIS: venomous: COP

ence WAS A THREAT AnD A
CHALLENGE TO ‘EVERY

"So you're a cop, eh?. Well,
how do: you like that, and~
that’... . and that!"
(Specially posed)

WALTER. "TIP" TIPPING: He took
time out from his dancing to do °
little” shooting at live targets


Alderman Hugh H. Masterson, was proud. On this cold night
had come to the night club in search of a suspect.
‘Masterson scanned the customers, looking for a short,
warthy man with a broken nose. But the suspect wasn’t among
the patrons.

The officer’s attention, however, was drawn to a volup-

» was clad in a tight-fitting gold lame gown, and her fur-

» the chair. Her heavily-mascaraed blue eyes darted nervously
tom side to side, and her lips twitched.as she drew deeply
on a cigarette.: gL
- The front door suddenly burst opén; and two sinister figures
strode into the club. They were tall, thin young men, both
_ Clad in black overcoats with gray, snap-brim felt hats pulled
~ , low over their eyes. Each held an ugly snub-nosed automatic.
The band stopped playing, and a hush spread over the
crowd as one of the intruders barked, “Raise yer mitts,
everybody!” The confused patrons. moved meekly to obey.
Stepping forward, the robber ordered, “Now, line up
-. against the wall!” 5
Biding his time, Masterson pretended to. comply until
» he saw his chance to rush the thugs. Then he whipped out
his service revolver and opened fire.
Shots blazed from the robbers’ guns, and Masterson pitched
orward to the floor, one slug in his abdomen and another
through his right eye. \
~ _ A shrill scream burst from the blonde as she made a dash
for the door. Neither of the robbers made any attempt to
stop her.
Cursing, one gunman stripped Masterson’s prostrate body
_ of his gun and shield, while the other hastily snatched money
and jewels from the terrified customers. .

Te ui! eet- Still holding their guns on the patronis, the robbers backed
the ga the boisterous wi of out of the door with their loot and vanished. Their victims '
club Wt nse, the e _Tushed toward the door in belated pursuit. The roar of a .

men loved 1927, half 2 § powerful automobile faded in the distance. — se
rs of jar 1adies were age Bw manager of the night club frantically telephoned the
rs an st 10340 Street } aatts West 100th Street station of the New York Police Depart-
b on aoe o the sv ig ‘ment. Minutes later three prowl cars converged on the scene. ~
fully obit e small ‘An ambulance from Knickerbocker Hospital, its red lights

‘ ental dance ae as the flashing, slid to a stop outside the club. Close béhind came
dd og d playe ma climax 4 squad car carrying Detectives Thomas H. Martin and
y jaz the fr s ¥ Thomas Brady.  Aeton Wain ae, hs
routine cage pilarious ea The interne hurried inside, accompanied. by the detectives.
£.Ge er” stood The excited patrons were crowded around the prone figure
core. r the front ey” pecial of Patrolman Masterson, whose face was pale beneath the
crowd, nein clothes. AS ndsome gstream of blood that oozed from his right eye.—A crimson
son seal tie rac “a ne father, ‘stain soaked his shirtfront from the wound in his belly.
ae ile dof whic 4

r

» tuous blonde seated alone at a table near the door. She

trimmed, black velvet wrap .was draped over the back of:

FUGITIVE—
Hid away at Old Forge, was finally killed in. gun duel.

-VICTIM—
- Patrolman James Masterson tried to stop robbery, died.


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SEILER, Pet we"
8, Peter, white, elec. NY (NY) December
Y O e

DAVID R. GEORGE

She had plenty on the ball
— but not enough to

keep the cops from her door.

AITHLESS wives have alway:
was just as true back
today. It was, in fact, during the era of bootleg booze,’

the Charleston, cloche hats an
cheating wives first ceased to be a novelty. The rowdy.

i its sordid ramifications.
Perhaps the pinnacle of such two-timing sensationalism was

reached in the spring of 1927, six weeks before Lindbergh |
made his historic solo flight across the Atlantic. A mild-
mannered art editor named Albert Snyder was bludgeoned to
death with a sashweight i
his blonde wife Ruth and her corset-salesman_ lover, Judd
Gray, confessed to his murder, for which they were later .

The tabloids went w
to the point of smuggling a

camera into the Sing Sing dea
in the agony of her electrocution. The case was So well

ublicized that few adult Americans t

with all the lurid details.
It was because of this intense p

photographer with a concealed -

yeoccupation with the Snyder-

‘

CORNERED—

They found her in a bedroom. d
a SETVice Tevo
f Shots blazed |
“ciward to the
ae his righ
that another New York murder which Sfor th ill

e went almost. unnoticed by the d © door

s spelled trouble, ‘and this Gray affair, perhaps,
ust be recalled that

about the same tim
fairness to the city editors, it m
le wasn’t so immediately apparen

in the Roaring Twenties as it is occurred
press.’ In

d' rolled stockings that. the sex ang
Guinan ushered

Bod jewels from |
pee Still holding th,
if t of the door v
a hed toward th
P Werful automob

tabloids brought the “love nest” out in the open, with all heavy spenders into h
* jing, “Hello, sucker!”

daddies and the’ butter-an
‘In the early morning hours 0
hundred well-loaded customers an
-filled night club on
everyone~ blissfully obliviou

HE Manager of
est 100th Stre

into a smoke

in his New. York City home, and York City,
weather outside.

A baby spotlight em!

polished

executed.
ild over the Snyder-Gray case, even girl slith
of her act,

braced an Oriental dancer on the small
band played madly as the
After the frantic climax
the hilarious patrons

da brassy jazz
ered through her routine.
she hurried off the floor;
ded loudly for an encore.

of the crowd, nea
Masterson in plain cl
ed.to the illegal taxi ri
dy Nad made a record of w

r the front door, stood
othes. As a special
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DESTINATION: DEATH ROW—

Pete Seiler (center) arrives at ‘Sing Sing penitentiary.

“He’s still alive,” pronounced the young doctor, kneeling
beside the wounded cop. “But he’s losing blood fast. He
has a slim chance to live if we get him to the hospital
at once.”

As Masterson was placed on a stretcher and carried out
to the waiting ambulance, the detectives questioned the pat-
rons and employees of the night club. Quickly they obtained
the story of the crime and descriptions of the robbers. The
loot, they determined, totaled about $1,500 in cash and
jewelry. They took down full descriptions of the gems.

Several witnesses told of the mysterious blonde who had
screamed when the shooting began and had fied without
any interference from the bandits. hare Poe

“Where was she sitting?” Martin asked the manager.

“Over there,” he replied, pointing to a table. near the
door:

- The detectives strode to it- on the slim chance that the
blonde, in her hurry to leave, had dropped something—even
a cigarette stub—-which might divulge her identity.

An object on the floor under the table caight the eye of
Detective Brady. Stooping, he picked it up.

“Look, Martin,” he told his partner, “we're in luck. Her .

handbag!”
Eagerly the detec’ ives examined the bag. It was gold mesh

of expensive make. Brady emptied the contents on the table-
cloth. ;
_ The usual collection of feminine articles tumbled out, a
compact, an extra lipstick, bobby pins, aspirin, a package of
mints and a change purse containing $4 in bills and a few

coins. But what interested the detectives most was an en-, | ADIRONDACK HI
velope addressed to a Mrs. Nina Scott in suburban Forest Bs" of DI
Hills, an. exclusive community on Long Island. It was post- “ey explosiy
marked from Boston and had been opened. Inside was a” ‘conscious,
letter written in a feminine hand and dated the day before:\ ) the detectives a
| a

Dear Nina—Don has left for Florida and I’m going \ "face f nervous b
to have a little fun for myself down in New York with Ss
you. Am leaving tomorrow. Will give you a ring when ~*~ “Yes,”
1 get into town. Can hardly wait. Love, Sally.

The detectives studied the letter carefully.
“Maybe,” suggested Brady, “this holdup was their idea of @Patro

» “6 oJ
He has one cha

fun. :
“That’s hard to tell,” his partner said. “The blonde maygers doctor said
not have been mixed up in this crime, or she may have actedg@se. “Here wa
ae e

deliberately as finger woman for the thugs.” ie
“J see what you mean. Nina and Sally might be only am ‘Martin and RB
couple of gay young wives out after a little fun while thei#@4 downtown net ady
husbands are away. On the other hand, they might b@Mley turned oy, Poli
seasoned molls with records.” ~ Mation. The ed the
“We'll soon find out,” Martin declared. “We'll get righ "Leaving hina app
over to the Forest Hills address and see what goes on.”  _#8ain and cr quarte;
Leaving the night club, the sleuths canvassed the neighbor} Ver. Below a. d the
hood for possible witnesses to the robbers’ escape. But theyents of Macietie: th
‘found no one who had seen them leave. The hour was sq tan’s s
late that few persons were on the streets. ; DON they w,
Before setting out for Forest Hills, Martin and Brady} As they ne ere spec
drove to the hospital where Patrolman Masterson lay i international +. the
the emergency room, fighting for his life. Fellow policemen turned into tennis
from the West 100th Street station had volunteered to donatsTheir car p nat
by a Up j

their blood. One had already given him a transfusion. Sur In the blonde’s


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ADIRONDACK HIDEOUT—

; ‘Scene of explosive battle between killers and the police.

“conscious, Masterson was able to answer the questions of
_ the detectives.

*. “That nervous blonde,” murmured the wounded officer, his
*face contorted in pain. “She was in on the stickup. I think
| she gave the crooks the signal. Did she get away?”

“Yes,” Martin nodded. “But we'll find her. Take it easy,
Jim. You're going to be all right.”

* Outside the emergency room the detectives talked to the
surgeon who had just removed the two bullets from the
patrolman. ;

“He has one chance in a hundred of pulling through,”
the doctor said solemnly, reaching for a cotton-wrapped pack-
age. “Here are the slugs I took out of him. I hope they'll
help you get the men who shot him.”

Martin and Brady went out to their squad car and roared
Off downtown to police headquarters in Centre Street. There

pauiey turned over the bullets to ballistics experts ‘for exami-

Mation. The slugs appeared to be of .38 caliber.

soba Leaving headquarters, the detectives nosed their car uptown

pain and crossed the Queensborough Bridge over the East
River. Below them, through the latticework of the span, the

rt
‘a aghts of Manhattan’s skyline twinkled in the darkness,

x sc:
The hour we OON they were speeding eastward on Queens Boulevard.
Brad
lay }

As they neared the famous Forest Hills Stadium, where
international tennis matches were held, they slowed down
er! turned into a tree-lined avenue.

private house, built in the stucco-and-wood English-style
architecture common in the neighborhood. Every window
was dark.

Martin lifted the wrought-iron knocker and banged it
against the heavy door. There was no response. 'He knocked
again, but still no one answered. He tried the door; it was
locked.

The detectives tiptoed around to the side and rear doors,
but these, too, were securely bolted. The double garage was
open, however, and it was vacant. Under the beams of
their flashlights, the officers saw oil marks on the concrete,
indicating that. two vehicles had recently been housed
there.

“It’s not strange that the blonde isn’t home yet,” observed
Martin. “If she was in on that night club job, she’s probably
hiding out.”

“Maybe,” said Brady. “But she might think that the safest

place for her would be in her own home.”

The lights of an approaching automobile swept down the
street and toward the iouse.

“Duck!” Martin shouted. “Here she comes!”

The officers drew back into the shrubbery at the side of
the house as a powerful black Lincoln sedan rolled up the
driveway to a stop inside the garage. They watched breath-
lessly as a statuesque blonde stepped out of the car. She
wore a gold evening gown and a black velvet wrap, trimmed
with white-fox fur.

“She’s the one!” Martin whispered.

The blonde was alone. Switching on the lights, she nerv-
ously fumbled a key in the car door. Then she swung the.
garage doors shut and hurried to the house. ‘

She entered through the rear (Continued on page 43)

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AV OLURT LT UUURSES

MORE THAN 15,000 OBTAIN FREE
SCHOLARSHIPS FROM WAR
FUND

When tae American boys came back
Tent overseas and it was decided that
n cOnsidernble nmount left of the “Y”

. Wer fund would be used in giving free

Tscholarships to deserving men, there
Was some uestion as to how interest-
ing bome-study courses wonld be io
‘the exservice oman. There is no
longer any question. In fact, the en-
irolment has jumped so rapidly lately
jthat it is dificult to make any state:
jment that is not out of date by the
time it is printed. At the time this
item is written the total is over 15,-
v00. This number refers only to those
iwho are sludstis Unrough’ the mails.
Thousands of other ex-service) men
lhave been entered in colleges, techni-
peal Schoo!s, business schools, evening
Classes at Y. M. ¢, A’s, ete.

The correspondence work is con:
laucred trom the New York heads tar-
{ters of the Y. M.‘c. A. This div” sion
of the educational work already ¢ ‘cu-
{pies a large part of a good-sized bint.:-
jing and new instructors are added al-

.|™Most daily. Fortunately, in’ New York

|

‘it is not diffieult to secure first-class
instructors in almost any technical
line, and supplies of any description
‘may be obtained.

lor many years the Y. M. C. A. re-
‘frained from teaching by corresponc-
lence, believing that its attention
Should be given to spare-hour classes.
at local associations. There are, how-
ever, thousands of men situated so
jthat they cannot attend a class or
‘Who need instruction in some subject
not taught in a class that they. can
attend. The Y. M. C. A. about a year
ago, felt that the time was ripe to
consider this need and to develop an
extension of its educational program.
How vast educational work as a whole
is may be gaged by the fact that last,
year more than. 107;000 men and boys
used spare hours in study under the
direction of Y. M. C. A. instructors.

The war work funds available for
correspondence or extension instruc-
‘ion for ex-service men have been ex-
hausted, but the “Y” hag decided to
-arry on the extension division for the
enefit of those men who desire tc
is@ their spare hours to -advantage
yY studying at home. The courses are
Old at very reasonable rates as the
‘Y” is organized for service and not
or profit

Entertained Friends. |
Jean Beadle Onyan entertained .a
arty of friends at her home on Sil-
er street Saturday arternoon in hon-
r of her sixth birthday anniversary.
fter many games were played deli-
ous refreshments were served.
hose present were Elinor Barnes,
uth Sommerville, Jane Atwood, Ruth
essbauer, Phyllis Towner, | Martha
eland, Virginia Bishop, Ruth and
ndrus Smith, Ruth Bloom and Ive.
n Reardsley.

Given Surprise Party.
Friends of Mr. and Mrs. Charles

!

istory, on Saturday.
lin, and she had asked him to ZO to the
idrug
‘complied with her request, leaving her
‘home Saturday morning, but*did not |
He had been at her home on |
‘Thursday and Friday nights, Feb. 3
and 4, during which time She had done

treturn.,

TF a er gen, eee 99 See AES LEE S

jand were ‘convinced that he was or
thad
|Leighton at
jeity.
{Man whom the officers sought had left

at the home of ga Mrs.
6144 Evans street, thet
The house was raided, but tho

been

ithe eity, according to the woman’s
Her baby was

Store for medicine. The man

laundry work for him. A collar and
shirt of his were still in her posses-
sion.

Couldn’t Believe It,

Chief of Detectives Rummer ani
District Attorney Ward N. Truesdell
took the woman into their confidence,
and told her that Smith..was. the maa
wanted in connection With the murder
of Lewis Johnson.

“You don’t mean that they—that

you—-think Herbert killed that mes,
do you?” she gasped, ° .

The authorities assured her that
they had every reason to believe that
Smith. was the man they wanted, and.
pledging the women tn #eerecy, se-
cured her promise to notify, them im-
mediately if she came into any know!-
edge as to the whereabouts ef tha
man. a,

Summoned By Phone,

At 9:45 o’clock Saturday night, the
telephone on the desk of Sergeant E.
J. Moriarity in Police Headquarters,

rang. Sergeant Moriarity himself an-
swered.
“Is this the police Station?” a wo.
man’s voice asked. .
“Yes.”

bert Smith is at my house, 61% Evans
street. Come get him.” oO a
Fifteen minutes later‘a detail of
eight Binghamton officers, under Capt.
L. W. DeWitt and Detective Evans of
the Pinkerton agency, Syracuse, were
surrounding the four-family dwelling
place on Evans street where the
Leightons reside, ‘and which was at
that instant harboring the murderer
of Lewis Johnson.
Captain DeWitt, ‘Detective Evans,
Chauffeur Murphy and .Patrolman
Robinson. entered the house by the
front door, The front rooms of the
place were darkened, bit’ Mrs, Leigh-
ton and one of her children met the
officers, me
“He’s in there,” she - Whisperéd,
pointing toward the lighted kitchen,
where voices could be heard. -
Offered No Resistance.
Going quietly toward the door, Mur-
phy was the first to step into the
room, where six people were playing
cards around the table. He leveled
his gun at the group.
“Hands up’ -he said sharply.
Three of the four men in the room
and both the women obeyed instantly.
The fourth, a small, dejected looking
man, sat quite still. ‘He offered no
resistance, but neither did he obey.
“There's your man,” said Earl
Leighton, husband of the woman who
had delivered the fugitive into the
hands of the law. and pointed at the
man. :
The officer walked over close to the

brean tendered them a, surprise par-
on South Broad street Thursday |
ening. Games and dancing were}
joyed. and refreshments bho
rved. All had a pleasant evening,
j |
Moving to New Jersey |
John Voorhis and family. of so|
xfoid street are moving te South
amuchy, N. J., where he has a
‘ition on a
cl; farm, '

Removed to Home

limp figure in the chair.

“What's your name?”

“Tlerbert Smith.” « :

Man Was Not Armed. /

One foolish move, an unguarded
moment, and hours of scheming,
weeks of cunning, all went for naught.
Herbert Smith, who had Snuffed out
the life of a respected, law-abiding

;,/ man in a quiet little community, who
‘horouchhred Holstein had evaded justice since that memor-
jable morning of Jan. 30, was appre-
fhended and under arrest.

The man was unarmed when arrest-

Irs. Ulinira Campbell has been re- led. He was taken immediately to the

‘ed from the Matterson hospital to}
home of her daughter, Mrs. Fay: |
o% Rexford  streer, |

OF Georzetow

Carpenter
Harvey
cure of her

owe

- Fence

nolice station and locked in a cell,’
District Attorney Ward N,

Truesdell
‘d Sherif? Fred HH. Hovey of Che-
“ rounty were notified at. their

“This is: Mrs. Earl Leighton. Her-

store at Nineveh Junction and when
he killed the younger Jobnsop. Every
detail of the crime was gone over.
every ghastly particular of the act re-
enacted to show the officials how a
man, handcuffed, could handle a& gun,
not only to be.able ty discharge t,
but to use it as a elub as Well. He
withheld no slightest move of his,
“kicking in” with a eandid recital of
his crime.

Until 4 o'clock Sunday morning the
iman Was under a rapid fire of ques.
tions, .both the Chenango county dis-
trict attorney and the Binghamton
chief of police having voice in the
questioning,

At & o’clock Sunday morning, Dis-
trict Attorney Truesdell, Sherif? Uo
vey, Detective Rummer and Chief Cro.
nin left Binghamton With the prison -
er,, arriving in Norwich on the D., Li.
& W. at 9:59. The prisoner was im-
mediately removed to the Chenangs
county jail, where he will be held
vending his indictment by the grand
mrs and during his trial.

A slight, small man, only a Little
more than five feet tall, diffident and
dejected,
cy in the jail in this city, his head
between his hands, his shouldors
drooping. There is no doubt in the
mind of anyone who has seen him
that the allegeq murderer of Lewis
Johnson ig repentant of his act.. His
gray eyes were heavily circled; anid
they alone, in their hunted, frightened
expression, told the tale of sleepless
nights, exhausting tramps, the fear of
the posse, and the eternally present

knowledge of the awfulness of hig -

act. His face is immobile, quiet: bur

story.
“I never thought of killing him,” tie
said. |

“It was an awful accident, but ae
cidents will happen. ,

“T’d been working in a Iumber camp
near Walton, getting $21 a week, but
I didn’t have anything much myself.
I'd been sending money to Celia Clark
all along, because I wanted to. She
lives at Chenango Bridge, and it
Seemed to me, that Saturday night!
that I had to see her. I didn’t have
‘any money theft, so I hopped a freight
to Sidney on the O. & W., then anoth:
er on the D. & H. I dropped off. be.
low Nineveh Junction, and walked in.
to the burg. 7 : caer
' It Looked Easy. 5

“I was hungry and I didn’t have a
cent. The store looked easy, and alt
{ wanted was something to eat. It
was near the track, and after T scout
ed around a ‘while, I found an easy
way of entrance. J didn’t know about’
the alarm system. ;
“I hadn’t been in the
few minutes—yes, I did take that pair
of corduroy trousers—when I heard
footsteps on the porch. I ducked low,
but they had the drop on me because
the lights turned On from the out-
side. They covered me and came in.
The old man had a rifle, and the
younger one a shotgun. They had
handeutfs, and hey got me tight.
“They sat me down in a chair in
the store. The old man went to w
telephone, but I wasn’t paying no at.
fention tg what he said, because the
younger one had set the gun down
on my side of the counter, and had
Sone back of the counter himself to
look into the showease and cash reg:
ister. f

“I saw my chance to get away, and
I took it. Who ‘wouldn’t have? |
jumped for the gun, and yellog
“Hands up!” He turned around sud-
den, and my hands were €0 close to-
gether, held by the handcuffs, that 1
don’t know now how it happened. It

just went off, and took him in the

chest, '

“I didn’t mean to shoot him, even
{I don’t know how it came about. |
was only going to hold thein both he

ee ad

3 v ti v

(Continued on Page

sat through a morose Sun -

his eyes tell a strange and dreadful .

Place only’ a

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THE CHEXANGO TELEGR.\

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PTT: ELT.

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id have a chance to get away.
- thought I'd killed him until 1
a go down behind the counter
there, all covered with blood.
. | turned around. The old
rushing at me, and I grab-
. gun by the ‘butt end. I
him twice, Once I broke a
and once I guess J hit him.
think he was unconscious
even when I beat it.
-the old man’s 38 éalibre Colt,
jipped and fell as he dodged
+] threw it away after I got
. ways from the place. I got
xindow, and I ran and ran. lt
ow how long nor in what dl
1 just ran until I couldn't
any more without it hurting
» knife. Nobody was following
vuess it was the first time in

vey night.
_ arn on the tarm of EM Chris-
+ Tunnell. ‘It was old and

ne se + he was only too happy to
bein? ‘hing that might rid him of
tie te handcuffs. ‘For frantic
ce th . worked at the chains, hack-
hich ta aready bleeding wrists time
yerhout x pat keeping at it. He final-
“ountTs, “ithe cuff off his left hana,
ANEO | ning his right one in the
» do i ‘hig overcoat, ventured oft
m dairy ‘arm, :

sent to the home of Christian
ed for something to eat. The

* soticed that he Was -hatless,
~him an old hat. They no-
> that he kept one hand in
-t, eating with his left hand.
he had finished his meal,

» ate ravenously, he tried <0
“it of the Christian family,
‘ppearing to do so, the exact
‘iy which he was. He knew
-seted something, but he had
out which direction he: hal
He had spent two days

4 cht (Monday and Tuesday) in
~ and he knew that long ere
searching party would be on

HeCcULE

compe:
ceture?:

Rowe, ¢
xecuUuye
rere’ vi
milk in
tO VR)
awe can
be oblix:
| Whoeitlhs
m ihe be
these 3
yn the &

ymiers’

ayday or
1s to hes
nd whe cu
aged b)
Ga FN
farm ect
is porsio
ean pen |

Py ~ Ne
, prices &

the road to Tunnell?” be

«his benefactors were try-
ck him, he left the yoad, as
“had lost sight of the house
in the opposite direction.

eit he found refuge in an-
roducts +, and in a tool box there he
, will ho '. now file. After weari-

vy } . 1 te ’

eng ae a sof work, he freed his right

Hin) vilios a ne

which ¥ ts enuff, also, and then drop-
fot ‘for a few hours.

~~

{ To Visit Sweetheart.
“owing Feb. 2, he
aor er ae ‘ : Oe
a good } «home of the Celia Clavsx

poe votes: | WILL RECEIVE §
\PPREHENSION OF 2

nod procure 14th
‘reward for the apprehen-

prices.

sducis, he aay,

rses that
« down pr’

“
-

tonry M.
York state §

r be the 7 rest or capture of Herbert
nibe count! will go to the woman who
pe nigger | ¢ him into the hands of the
promotion © 4 » police on Saturday night.
means wel Leighton of 6% Evans
Bieor Sane «: “chamton, Five hundred

'h{s

amount was Offered by
and $200 by the

bypment of
ite would Cs

of hishway

COULLY,
coved t
HyTtles,

Séme. Surprised.

£2 OF NINEVEH JUNCTION POSTMASTER
§ GAPTURED AND CONFESSES ALL DETAILS OF

ana

(Continued from Page One.)

splitting wood.
| within 50 feet of

He first found 2|

told that it was, but be-.

|
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CRIME

r whom stands well
Without tell-

his affection fo
to cost him his life.
ing her anything of his implication
the crime, he induced her to go to:
Binghamton on
buy him a suit of clothes.
woman Was in

an almost continuous stream of ¢
passing back and forth, this man for
whom the authorities of three coun-
ties were at that moment scouring the
countryside.

The woman returned upon the after-
noon train with the suit of clothes
which he wore when apprehended. fle
dressed in them and left for Bingnan-
ton, going di.ectly to the home of the
Leighton’s, where he stayed until Sar!
urday, the fifth of february.

| “T could have sone to work in
| Scranton,” he paid Sunday. “I in-
tended going to work there, when !
went back. I don’t know what made
‘me come back to Binghamton, but 1
wanted to see what was going on. J
gaw one paper at Chenango Bridge
that told about the hunt, but I hadn't
geensany since then. So I came back
because I wanted to know.” ,

When asked if he was sorry that
he had returned and walked into tile.
trap, he replied, “Well, I guess it was
coming to me. Anyway, living around,
scared like that, isn’t worth much.” -

.Long Record of Crime.

Smith ig 32 years old, with gray
eyes, light brown hair, with a glint
of. red in it, short and slight. There
ig little of the criminal in his appear:
ance, but he has a long record of
crime against him, beginning a8 @
boy of 12 years, when he was brought’
before. a magistrate on a charge of
incorrigible truancy. He was born in
Hancock, Delaware county,
reared there. -His mother, a quiet, |
respected. citizen, still resides there. |
‘He also has two sisters, one residing |
in Albany and another in Boston.

He has a long record of crime in'
the city o! Binghamton, where he ‘sas
been arrested many times, always on
the charge of larceny. He has been
jimplicated in five large burglaries in
that city, and was sent to’ Auburl.
with a sentence of three years, for
grand larceny in 1918, when he stole
‘a quantity of ‘copper wire and sold it
ito. junkmen. He was paroled from
ithere by the prison pardon ‘board, in
custody of Justice of the Peace How-
ard M. Read of Hancock, and report-
‘ed regularly to him for about a year,
‘but broke parole only about reo
months before his pardon would have
been absolute.

_

700 REWARD OFFERED FOR THE
JRDERER OF LEWIS JOHNSON |

“Can't, I’m broke,” he sari.

Mrs. Leighton saw her chance and
seized it. “Here, take my place, and
you can have my pennies,” she of-
fered. “J’ll have to go out and get
you something to eat, anyway.”

Without the slightest suspicion in
his mind that he was peing trappel
at last, Smith took her place in the
game, while the woman hurried to a
neighbors and sent in tli telephone

Vanwoert died Feb. 15,
home of
Mangold in Binghamton.
years and seven months of ago.
had been in poor health for over a.

|

and was deeply re-|

in year.

Thursday, Feb. 3, and a
While the spec
the city, he set about leaves to mourn
Calmly he , worked one d
the highway, with three sons,
ars ford, Lewis 0
of Oneonta; four sisters, Mrs. Hattie
Chalker of Oxford, Mrs. Albert P
Mrs. Devillo Crandal
Handy of Greene, and tw

Judson Lounsberry of

and was!

COVENTRY

Coventry, Feb. 21-—-Mre. enivieel
1921, at tho;
Mrs. Carl
She was 62

She

here daughter,

Mrs, VanWoert was a kind wie and
loving mother
ted by all who knew her. She
her loss her husband,
aughter, Mrs. Carl Mangold and
Archie VanWocrt of Ox-
f Binghamton, and Leon

ratt,
1 and Mrs. Alice
o brothers
Jugene Lounsberry of Coventry and
Binghamton.’

Her funeral was held on Thursday at
11 o’clock at the home of her sister,

Mrs. Devillo Crandall, with the Rev.
Arthur Landmeser officiating. Her
bearers were her three sons, Archie,

that 1 was seared.” _ Was Curious. To Know. i Loufs and Leon Van Woert, Carl Man-
Fil . Leaving Binghamton Saturday gold, Guy Paddleford and Gordva
td File on Handcuffs morning, he rode, part of the time on Sterns. Burial was made in Sylvan

syere followed the story. of a ticket and part o.' the time bumming Lawn cemetery. Mrs. VanWoert maile

, and longer nights when the his way on freights, to Weehauken, all the arrangements for her funeral,
-, wandered about the country, ;New. York, Scranton and Wilkes-.for the bearers and the text for her
--¢ in first one barn, then an: Barre. funeral sermon, Her plans were all

carried out.

Mrs. Hattie Chalker of Oxford spent
last Thursday night at the home of
her sister, Mrs. Albert Pratt.

- Misg Anna Burns o.! Trenton, N. J.,

has been visiting her brother, Ralph
Burns.

“Miss Lippa, a trained nurse from
South Dakota is hereon @ visit 10
her parents, Mr. and Mrs. Michael
Lippa.

W, H. Smith of Binghamton was in
town last Sunday. . ,

Eugene Lounsberry and tWo sons,
Guy and Ray, attended the funeral of
his sister, Mrs. VanWoert, in Greene
last Thursday.

Chauncey Stone spent a part of last
week in Le Raysville, Pa., called there
by the sudden death of his father.

_ Miss Iva Gustches was i Oxford
last Wednesday. :

Mrs. George Foulds attended the
funeral.o! Mrs. C. VanWoert in Greene
last Thursday.

GREENE

Greene, Feb. 2i—The stockholders
of the Scandia Silk Manufacturing
company and of the Chenango ‘Real. -
company were entertained at dinn
at The Sherwood Friday evening ©
the president of the ‘Scandia Si:
company, . William Jacobson. Duri:n,
the evening musical selections were
rendered by Miss Helen Bresee, pian-
ist and-Miss Kate Elliot, violinist, anc
yoeal solos by Donald Brown. Tallis

weve given by Mr. Jacobsen, Wallace

Dp. Meacham and

*

Lenderson. Dr. C.
Gharles W..Gray..
~ The Ansco team of Binghamton de-
Seated the Greene town teani at bas-
xetball in a game played in the opera
house Friday evening, by a score of
29 to 20.

Rev. J. S. Hinks of Susquehanna,
Pa., will preach in Zion chureh Thurs-
day evening. Rev. A. A. Bresee wilt
p-each in Christ church, Guilford,
Tuesday evening.

mI. A + acram

The Milfred this
week will be as follows: Monday and
Tuesday evenings, Bert Lytell in “The
Right of Way”; Wednesday evening,
Tom Mix in “Days of Daring”; Thurs-
day, Olive Thomas in “The Flopper”
also “The Adventures of Ruth” ser-
ial; Saturday evening, Tsuri Aoki in
“Locked Lips”.

“The young people of the
church will have @ sleigh ride Fri-
day evening to the home of Mr. R&.
weileax above the village.

at

Rawtias

pret PaO

BARLVILLE MAL

OF CHY t

H, W. CLARKE, CASHIER
VILLE, HAS BEEN CA
COUNTY'S CAPITAL—
OF MARCH—iIS WELL
AND THROUGHOUT

li. W. Clarke, eashier of
National Bank of Earlville
mer national bank examing
cepted the cashiership of 14
tional Bank of Utica, enec
1. Mr. Clarke iqwell anil
known in Norwich where J
called on business matters
he has many friends.

The following frou The
of Monday morning tells
eral changes that ats
the official staff of vt
Bank of Utica:

“With a realization that
which the bank of today is
to render requires first a!
a-trained and adequate fo
and officials and next a4 }
rectors composed of iment
business ability and giana
National will March 1, ©
important changes jin its

New Off.cials

Francis P. McGinty, fo
cashier, will become vice

H, W. Clarke of Earlvil
the First National Bank
and former national bar
will succeed Mr. McGint:

Dr. Fred J. Douglas an»
cent have been made dir

Mr. MeGinty has since.
served as cashier, He i
tothe patrons of the
banking and business cir
has been with the City 3
1903, entering the instiu

jo
ie Ch

senger in that year
graduation from the
Academy. He is also :

the American Institute ©
As8S announced some
City National has purcha
ing adjoining its preset
the north, planning to ¢
additional space with th
ent office and open tru
ment departments. Iti
Mr. McGinty will reliev
man, vice president, of
of his dutiés in the con
ing department, releasi
~ote more of his time
pusiness of the trust 2
lapariments, which: at
vrovided adequate spa
Mr. Cushman, assecial
son M. Willis, will «a
Is Well Qua
Mr. Clarks comes to
‘on wnusually well au
PPR PP PPP DLA LA
Ui
AY
Poolville., feb. 1%-
Albert Westover of
spending the week wW
er, Mrs. Louisa Cook,
Miss Beriha Cook
week in Syracuse
wet end Mbps. Olin 7
Ralph, spent Sunday
Sir. M Hairs
ville spent dav wd
Ben Bliven.
Chares Dea
business

arnt
Aad
~

TS.
sul
ne wa
Monday.

wos. Osto
ion were in Hamiilte:

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Aus

Frank Comopbell
his mother Suva)
AGB AA
guest of
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roward Us. mave talked with bun- iiicense fees on mozor vehicles, was in- | FIRST TAKE FROM BOK !8 TRAT eee oe sy .
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fairly they may speak at first, the bit- |Lowman on February 25. The bill) OF MURDER | seet. 2
terness creeps out sooner or later. | was prepared by the senate finance | eee | pes ich eae pene
iyhere is one word over there that is | commitiee and it is expected that it officials at Drawing of Men Who win: 2 te Grant q
ithe saving grace of America, and that } will extract the additional sum of $3.°| Hear Facts in Nineveh Junetion [oe d a the ce
a “ftgover.” No matter what the de- (960,000 from tho motorists of the | Crime Astonished When County | block: aoe Iti
Imunciation of our sountry may be. that’ state. mis will produce @ total! Gjerk Tillman Calls Out Name of| pin Ot 2QoueP re
_ pawword ig magic. Well, yes, there is revenue from this source of approxi: Murdered Man a& First Juror jcers will be big Hed a
Esytoover, whey will say. jmately $9,000,000 for the maintenance|  gailot |s Destroyed aad Another yg | HIE ated: by. 8 St
ae eWhat une United States must guard of 9,000 miles of state road, The n-| Orawi. perenre lee UrEer. .
t l\against in the next half decade,” Mr. creased fees as proposed are as gai | dhe afterneon ses
oO | Noyes declared, ‘is the hatred of the jows: Grand jurors to whoni will be pre: | Bf ihe court house A
AL | Whole world, .There 1s no man who Pleasure ears, 40 cents per norial gantod the facts in the Nineveh Junc- | au Pel ae s10n. |
AN (cat lead US chrough them, in relation power instead of 25 cents, an increase | tion miurder case were drawh Wed- | Inve ry farmer {
iio our standards and attitudes toward of 60 per cent. The additional fee'nesday morning. To the utter gurprise | invited Kis open &
lithe relief ot ;Surape, as well as Her- ‘pased on ase and list price is Un- and amazement of those present the | Mr Siriving drasa 4
Lon, bert Hoover.” | changed. first name to be taken from ihe jury largely with the p “cyt
b £0 | eee Omnibus, five-passenger or jess,| box py County Clerk Tillman was | of tne Srate Fart
the | {$22.50 as against $15 and a st ‘aight|that of the murdered man, Lewis Il. end 2180 the American
sent LR re] NDRED linerease of SO per eent, over present| Johnson. Feacretion. OF
of | Lda i |rees for all omnibus licenses based on One Chance tn 300 | Mr. Strivings of he
ims, | m jearrying capacity. 1 | There are 309 names in the Jury pox | the county Wil no
un- |e Ai CONRERENGE' Trucks up to three tons, fee increas: |ryom which 24 were drawn 38 grand | ion to come 2634
than | led 50 per cent., and four TEs and uP-|jyrors who will be naked to find an) Saini ia)
and | wards increased 100 PUT cent. indictment against Yerbert W. Smith) The fadies ol
yes, HOME BUREAU PLANS OUTLINED! mrailer fees are advanced 50 peT\ror first degree murder. Alter the 24|2hereh will serve * °
With | TO PROJECT LEADERS AT {cent. {names nad been drawn another was{BCur 3 cents
evel: | NORWICH MEIETING j This bill wil be opposed by the)sclected im the place of Mr. Johnson | he wnt
“ing | . State Automobile Association and DY land: the following notation made on | this eounty t
Nearly 50 people attended the dis-jevery automobile club in the state.|ing eocords’:.| aceeptea by all o!
bny.t | tet conference of the, home purest | Th purpose of this bill is to throw the) «;~ appearing tet Lewis H. John- ers of the county an
Beir | Beers in this eity poms a pri be burden of road maintenagce | con, the juror drawn No. 1, is deud | °° cog people 18, *D4
\ | ’ ary 7: r 2 NO ee 4 7
fering | aebates npliles, $0 og wan 6 err:| aad _ ee nore .Of acer vehicles-|and that fact being known-to H. Free) eenase
tneir CONCERTS g Was & r-{As the general public receives a 8UD- \zyoyey, sheriff, aud one of the officers |
RG eating one and much good Was de- | stantial penefit from the highways it oP “at a ; he bal- | BAD RR ABALS
fsuc-| iveq from the sessions, ‘both morning|is hard to understand hy. th sock attendance at the drawint the bal- | Eb K LR GN bs
ee hs orugor : Zlis hard to erstand why the moter |iot containing the name of the satu" GU keeeads i Ae
oy the | ane afternoon and were conducted by jist should assume the entire burdeu. + : A a |
eA Oly 35 Adelaide Barts, home -buresu} A tter of fact, the motorist \Lewis 11, Johnson Tis destroyed ane) ~"" ner
bie 101 a ’ veal bec matter of fact, the motorists, | another baljot drawn in its place.” he 4D
at the agent. . under the present law, are payiNS| George Wade oF Guilford was the) bak
three At the morning. meeting the organi-|two-thirds of the cost of maintaining | juror drawn in place of Mr. Johnson.
$ ne ovaee of the work was outlined and] the state roads, which would seem to Court Opens March 17 | DAIRY MEN 5 tea. §
Pyeraua| ~~ pees ofthe various project eRe: ve a fair. proportion. | Of those io serve as grand jurors. as sa pe
fers explained, Programs were given | ‘i ne , iy | SLANT FOC
oe yout showing what is to be done in the the majority *i° enon aRS OF | GO
dQ to b8} Kommuni © ‘this year. The afte noon person from this icity who will be 8)
Belen nec ehok cor “ea bei ni (} & W HOPS T0 member of we jury is H. b. Short, | For the frst: th
aigenes Rattirre too Misa Barts “it ig plandel 5 ‘ WS clothing merchant, = Bore _ wali pigs
pd otD- |) ave nul ian’ eieh brow nout Herbert W. Smith, the defendant,|:ccefvits 34>" Tues
fo have nutrition classes thro & was present at the drawing. The ling pure La
the county this year. 4 wvand a + at the spe Ly ay on Fh
; Communities represented were, OX- 4 grand jurors must report * e spe-| it Se anil 4
of orien) Norw! : P 3 oe ‘ toial term of supreme court called for | >> ; no milk bh
3 have ah Norwich, North Norwich, Nor: OFFICIAL NOTICE POSTED ON ALL March 17 at which Justice Kellorg (since a 14 10
bands: wich Quarter, Sherburne, Columbus BULLETIN ar ee WEDNES will preside. eT Temaod
ia walk Smyrna, Sherburne-four-corners, Ply-| - i The Grand Jur List sn a
vee mouth, East Pharsalia, McDonough DAY AFTERNOON if Pc ne
Naps ten “. The names of the men who wilh) ‘oo comp
yin East McDonough. Notices were posted Wednesday serve on ihe jury are: lures were 00'S
gor chil: | pan array afterncon by Master Mechanic Ww. W.| George Wade, farmer, Guilford, i. D, lof mili rece
d be 30 KNOCKOUT BLOW 1S Daley announcing that the locomotive No. 1. jor as 16 ihe
efout of] ever , shops of the 0. & W. railroad at Nor | Leon D. Wales, farmer, Plymouth. jor! nging mill
ving Uke | GIVEN LIQUOR TRALEIC yich would be re-opened non Marvin Strong, blacksmith, Bain: | Dering hort
bout the | ‘ morning next. : bridge. milk daag boen #F
ying. on ' Bootheggers and Whiskey Runners eet the shops wil pe ath A. Dennison Hakes, farmer, Pitcher. bles pam in
roup wiunt Now Depend on Canada #at- ning u ast next week, for it et Barl L. Murray, farmer, Guilfora. eee potter ond
ry with lowing Department Ruling stated that nearly all the railroad men Claude Wilder, farmer, Coventry. he Cae;
the only : : who were dismissed Feb. 4 will return Seott Curis, farmer, nockdale iio st
htors have | Pootlegyers hereafter must rely | 0 their work at this thne. Pha nor- Ransome M. tierriek, farmer, Bains bey
vabbed of | Upon Canada for thelr supply of good | nal working force*at tho local shops jbridge, RD. 4A i rit
support 2 | whiskey; far the internal revenue of: | of the road is $60. Ot this number | Charies Bb. Soyuour, farmer, Har povecebe et
ihe next fice hag placed a ban upon the sale 14 have been jdie since Feb, 4, and 'pursville. beet OS coe ypresateds
@ can pos- ‘of stamps for the withdrawal of liqua: | t is presumed nearly ali will repor | Nelson Thackwray. cattle deale pordada Ww 4
bio loss of | from bonded warehouses. the allege¢ {for duly Monday. » | Guilford.
of Europe, | souree of much of the illicit supply oft A majority of those dismissed were | Bert Root, farmer, Oxford.
means an- ilquor. rechanics and ‘apprentices. No re-, Clayton rn. Crumb, gentieman, i
bt a matter | | And as the revenue anlicers iaave ‘uction in wages or hours has heen “Smyrad.
“Well, if trreceived word that Canada’ {8 taklue anneunced, and the men will return 10 | Henry Dickerson, farmer,. Nort} -
will,’ for it steps to put an end to most of the | work under the same conditicns as Ttcher.
, baby or a | Hauor sraftic into the states, they do | ‘hen they left. | Jake Mettler, farmer, Earl ille ‘ aah
of adoles- | clare it looks 43 though the state Tho following is & copy of the of- | Hi. L. Short, merchant, Silver sireet AN
min pocket~ | were about to enter a period of real} cial notice posted by Mr. Daley oa all |Norwich, ~
drought, ulietin boards Wednesday afternoon: | Adelbert Sherwood, farmer, Mcbo- Lik
lems There sill] is no actual check on the | IEW YORK, ONTARIO & WESTERN nough, &. D. F 4
Noyes’ ad: yeotlesser Whe sets grain alcohol and RAILWAY COMPANY | Zinn Brown, farmer, North Phar: |
tbe por colors it FO resemble whiskey, thers Office of Master Mechanic salia, isEoRGE D
Rities whiel DY ereating = the “Knock-emilead . Norwich, N. Yi. March 2, 1921. George Austin, farmer, New Berl i ALE ML
Powe sootch, whieh thas¢ who have tried iy BULLETIN NOTICE ; Merton G. Gibson, farmer ply
ead re ny “books like whisky Dut kicks like \ ALL CONCERNED— poath.
yiny Of a nue.” | ‘The Locomotive Back Shops at Nor: | Clarence Curtis, farmer, Nar
re Wily raterne? Revenue Collector fwich will bea yo-opencd Mavca 7th, \Star Route,
oundly ine ' J of R¥racuse annownes a yester 11927. \ Milton O. Tracy, farmer, Y
e?-te Bikar Lay receipe of the drastic order) All men in these shops Who Were | Wilson A. Ds ekwith, farmer
and informa: , irom Commissioner Williams at Wasa tiaid off on Febraary 4th should T?- | Donough.
ingion forbidding further gale ot | port for work af “+00 a. wi Maren 7i8, } Chartes Jones, farmer, Aton \
y, th camps for the withdrawal from pond: | 4921. ; ; | Frank ‘Ireland, farmer, ii 4
; sahouses of whiskey, prandy. | Ww. W. DALEY, Tt Di, |
refill aes 2 Master, doachanic. | ey TL , |
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(Yj af my Tt D nr TR TTY ft | first degree murder, even if the kMIine vine oun
rit ah, t + 4 ans \i K a | Pwas accidental, casual of unintentione cube
J abt i HH iv K dit 4 3ht The fact that Herbert W. Smith, dhe Suncey Ww
? in 1 mn TTD 1 T? i atariat + abe i ppelandan®. is HOW sorry, or ia he as comer
¢ tM t- { 4 pra 7% : : \ ed Lk : i } £m. pnot THEAN to do so, in no Way lossehs Dundes,
$F LIAS iv i Uik a eawyess SVU ai fb j the crime, It is a law of the state ob;
\ on rit |New York, under which you and Tan
DUR HI u Th gly! My i} nV other's live and hold our property, and
L zu ; Li OR { au U3: i this defendant is answerable to tia!
’ Jaw. It is not within your power, al
* cfd = ; * = ly fope not within your desire or Cone
“THN DID * 5 rah | templation, to change that law. yo Gatien. Aji
TERRERT W. SMITH I$ TO SURFER EXTREME PENALTY FOR | eriee are two kinds of restimane| 400 Ca
KDIVE HK COMMITTED Nai NERD iL PA } , direet and circumstantial Phe testi- }a son. Al
WAL. ily é spe ser VTENS Wil BE SSk i mony of George A, Johnson Was direct Mrs:
QN PRISONER THURSDAY Sj tetinons. be
1 \ N) | Here the judse inserted a reste ot Abs. Pred
\ ihe testimony given by the aged father, winter un FhG
os AN INTERVIEW WITH SUN-TELEGRAPH REPRESENTATIVE WED I et whens Be ee ny ail
=aDAY MORNING, THE PRISONER DECLARED HE WAS SORRY IT aed: present when the tragedy (oa) | 8
-ADPENCD AND REITERATED THAT HE DID NOT INTEND TO “phe defendant has taken the gtand! Mrs Lod. Pa
Hitt THE MAN—EXPRESSES HIMSELF AS BEING THANKFUL TO|/in his own behall, but in eonsiderin,:' Hien Stas
THOSE WHO HAVE. BEEN KIND TO HIM—ATTY. DAVID F. LEE,|the testimony you have the right io) day end ha
WwhiQ ABLY DEFENDED SMITH INTENDS TO APPEAL THE CASE |remember that he stood, .charged witn by Dr.dol
aNd WILL ASK FOR A NEW TRIAL—DISTRICT ATTORENY TRUES- a serious crime in the indictment. You! Sunday.
OrLL if CONGRATULATED UPON ALL SIDES FOR His conpuct | *"° to determine the guilt or innocence, Miss Pts!
OF THE PROSECUTON. : | of the accused. You will decide it un-|4 sues!
2 ‘on the weight of evidence alone. You} Angell ey
a ~ dictments,” the attorney said, “bur 2° to consider the defendani innocent! Henky
CRITMTY never have I scen s0 heartless, so cruel until he is proved guilty. iis. Miendy
| OSU ba 1$ TRIED AND « document as that drawn up by el |, Choice Must Be Made. « pwich.
AA aan . distriet attorney. We have no chance) — AS charged in the indictment, your}. SPHERE”

! 6 UY WGTED i 18 DAYS but that of an acquittal and that we | Verdict will be either first degree mur. | House &ht
C4 A ATRD-RRING T ask, not as an act of mercy, but as the der, @ acquittal. It is your judgment, ued ae
Ri iin Bi NG INDICTED only treatment we deserve at your You conscientious opinion which ihe Pes “\

ae hands. We ask only the sympathy of a| law desires. Give this case your care: BoA COrey. t
vrnate $6. believed “to.."be C fair verdict; fairness is all we have | 74 attention: - Give the defendant thel His fines
reco. @ in this state in & capital asked, any of the time.” be” ts oi sits reasontbty Gowbt. : sek
i case is that obtained in the Testimony’ Torn To Bits. Pot ne. cenig perianal ey } yet iaiting
| jyerhert W. Smith myurder case. oe : | oniy hs oa naa OH ee ee iar ce TE
_ | Phehveen © calendar days ‘after Slowly but surely tho district attor-| 00 y cin Getihs a eae ae
~ s)he petuen of the indictment ney shredded the defense whith hac) We. 5 ook wh per le
| ie cact Smith he was tried and been built. around the accused man.) BEAVER MEADOW |
in| evicted. As far as is known Ho went back over the fateful night ct)
t 1 nis is the\shortest “lapse of Jan. 30. He tore to bits the testimony |@ —-
Coo tanye ga nerd. sa ie he of the accused on the stand, where it beaver Meadow, April 6—E. U. hob ’
To) date of findihe “an interment, differed from that of the elder John- me yas oe gehts Thursday and
| ana ibe Pid): and conviction of son. Ile shattered the wall. of sympa: | 4 oa ay drawn aS a juror li the smil: cofuiibu
; an aceused murderer. thy which was standing between the) Cal” jmeorewas
: a defendant and the grim verdict of Mr. and Mrs. M. G. Follett: have} re
mith was indicted by the twelve good men and true. moved here from Syracuse. \ir. Polq any .
rand jury on March 18. His The court room was packed with] lett is traveling on the road selling pix Ae
{| tril began March ol. The poople; down the stairs, standing “| automobile accessories. rr a
| ertlct: OF eUy Wie found by |] aisles down to the bar, sitting ang} 1. O. MeGlade and family of Pion ae
fr ES aged ADT Justiag Hels standing on window ledges, crammed] Salia Hill were guests at the homie uff...
| long, who presided at ine trial, into every available space ihey waited (©. D. Darling Sunday. RT
| BItRLOH the ume betw een the through the long afternoon, througa, MiSs Ruth Foster of Smyrna 1 ane is
( finding of the indictment and |/the summing up of the two lawyers,.| spending some time with her mothe ae
» the. gury’s decision, 18 days, 15 through the charge to the jury by xi in this place. ‘ #58 2
the shortest of record in a court. Hundreds of faces, some at| Mrs. Eva Rood of Binghamton Yas wey we
capital behav this state, al them sympathetic, some of them in- spending some time with her gister. 4} e
| least Witla his recollecuon. terested, some of them merely curious, Mrs. Warren Bellinger. pki rs
oe )j\ formed a solid wall from the very barj Dr. Crumb of South Otselice Was wal e
back to the walls of the court house. | called Sunday to see Mrs. Otis Gard- sie me i
After @eliberating for a period of Judge’s Charge To Jury. -ner, who i in poor health, nas. Mir ed
rout three hows, the jury into Whose Z. ‘ ; Jacob Bellinger and 1K. DD. Darlins bopont as
sands had been given the facts in the], ‘entlemen of the jury:—-You have} were in Plymouih Saturday on busi- foe Mv
- of ite People against Herbert W nae selected from a large number of] ness. are
nit, returned at 10:04 p. m. Tuesday ibe citizens of this county as twelve; Charles Sherwood commenced draw =} pros
«rendered. their verdict. men satisfactory to the people and the ing milk to Norwich Apill pes ie ‘
scten-jemen, have you agreed upon a detente to determine the question wy Mrs. Edith Tollett visited fin Souta; a
1o” Cgunty Clerk Tillznan aske lt) S8ue between them. You have list,| Plymouth Saturday and Sunday. Sh ove
Yu ¥ j ened with commendable patience tc) Merrit Daniel; of South Piyimoutn :
poe foreman, Floyd Dexter, arore. pie evidenee which has been given inf was calling in this place ls! Thirsd mal
, oo oWe have.” this case, and when I shail have states! Clifford Darling returned to Norwitht. 98)
"Chat is 12" erage of law to you which should high school Mo day alls r spendiy vy ut :
: “Ve find the defendant puilty otf EAS da in pagene i decision, 1, Raster vacation at his home tM Tabs hs oiy
anjer in the first. degree.” \s wae have rene red all of the decision | place. . bry
Soase Who Were Near Smith saw his] in the province of the court. You wih) Lew is Cre and family spent oun %
the home oi

ios and chin quiver, Dut he searcely |

> Dave

Shris

then take the case, and pass upon it} day al

In. J. Gardiner.

oxved x muscle. He took the verdict: ax the judges of the facts. Mis. Hattie Gross was ib os wie
Va? Ge abakan'§ . . a j tee on tae ty oPa , } 2), j
she ate quiet way in whith he nest The law makes the court the 80:2) Monday on business. = *
Se ae aboae Rpiees - * " wee € - ew: £ «te 4 ° ° i a > £35 :
toto every mor :e] of eyidences:| judge of the law: it makes you the ox- Sherwood Brothers recents

; . . ob a se ” wT atepeiy Sey) cagres . $3 wat feycet } } j \

“oat the trial [clusive judges of all qhestions ol tavt changed a horse jor a ©

en werd came that the jury wer: and puts .aijyon you me pespOuUsIoily Y es of Snuivina ! itl.

vo ring Ie dteeverdier, } , fhonesty and conscientiously determin: VanDpuseh was

whe was dnthe jail at the tine Ps tue, Shoretlay, aud
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shown. by

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vered the alarm before he
installed in the father’s

visitors, Dad,” he said

red his father. ‘‘“Maybe
can't rob us and get away
ind we’re going to catch

store and post office cau-
dry snow from creaking
vey held a hurried whis-
ted windows of the store
in the rear.

side door or a window,”
it the front. while I go

DARING

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NACLED GUNMAN

around. Count twenty and then snap on the floodlight.”

He pointed to a light switch which they had installed outside
the store due to the recent epidemic of attempted burglaries.

Creeping silently to the side of the post office, Lewis tested the
safety of his shotgun. The last thing he. wanted to do was to
shoot anyone but he had to play safe. Those last intruders had
been armed.

The trap was timed perfectly. Just as he tiptoed through the
side door, his father threw the switch. A stream of brilliant
light flooded the room. Like a trapped animal, the thief spun
quickly around, headed for the front door.

“Stop or I'll blast you!” warned Lewis.

But the. warning was unnecessary. At that moment, the elder
Johnson entered the room, trained his .45 unwaveringly at the
intruder’s head.

“One more step this way,” he warned “and you’re a dead man.”

DETECTIVE .

Glaring savagely at the white-haired postmaster, the burglar
slowly raised his hands above his head.

“If I had that gun instead of you,” he growled menacingly.
“T’d plug you two guys in a minute.”

He spat viciously toward the old man.

“Put the handcuffs on him, Lewis,” directed the father. “‘I’l]
keep him covered.”

The son quickly snapped a pair of old-fashioned, long-linked
hand-shackles on the prisoner.

“Better call the police, Dad,” he advised. “This fellow looks
like a hard customer.”

The burglar laughed mirthlessly.

Lewis kept the shotgun trained on him as George Johnson
went to the telephone in the rear of the post office. The phone
was behind a caged-in partition. Putting his revolver down on
a shelf alongside the telephone, the elderly man rang the op-

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erator. Then as the manacled burglar, apparently resigned,
lounged against a showcase, Louis put his gun to one side and
began a hasty inspection to see what loot the intruder had
assembled.

“I think J’d better call your mother first,” George called to
his son. “She heard the alarm and she’ll be worrying about us.”

“All right, Dad,” answered Lewis, from his position back of
a counter. ?

Seconds later thé postmaster was talking to his wife.

“Everything’s all right,” he said. “We've captured the bur-
glar and as soon as we turn him over to police we'll be home.
You might put a pot of coffee on, Mother. We—”

The sentence was punctuated abruptly by a sudden explosion
which seemed to rock the building. The terrific concussion deaf-
ened the father for a moment. Dropping the telephone receiver,
he sprang around the partition. His son, Lewis, an expression
of mortal agony on his face, was sinking to the floor in a crim-
son pool of his own blood.

The beady-eyed killer, brandishing the shotgun he had seized
with his manacled hands, leaped toward the old man. With the
speed of light, he beat Johnson to the revolver near the tele-

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Five mint
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phone, then with a low’snarl brought the weapon down with
terrific force on the gray-haired head. Blood spurted from the
wound and half-blinded: Johnson as he attempted to feebly
resist his powerful assailant. The killer raised the heavy shot-
gun above his head, brought it down like a sledge hammer
across the old man’s face.

Throwing the shotgun contemptuously at his victim’s pros-
trate form, the slayer, still grasping the pistol, fled through the
door into the concealing blackness of the wintry night.

For long moments, while trickling blood formed a dark clot
on his silvery hair, the aged postmaster lay still. Finally, fight-
ing his way back to consciousness, he staggered dazedly out

_. into the wind-swept night. The frigid air temporarily revived

him. But after struggling through the deep snow for several
yards, he collapsed again.

Five minutes later the huddled figure was discovered by the
night yardmaster of the Delaware and Hudson railroad, en
route from the switch tracks to his office nearby.

Picking the old man up gently, as though he were a child,
the yardmaster carried him back through the deep snow to the

brightly lighted store. Taking the situation in at a swift glance,

he at once went to the telephone and called the operator.
“Operator,” he said hurriedly, “there’s been a murder at the
post office here at Nineveh Junction. Get the police here right
away.”
As he hung up the phone, Mrs. Lewis Johnson and her
mother-in-law, Mrs. George Johnson, came into the store. The
roar of the death-dealing shotgun, heard over the telephone,

Chief Lacey Abel of the Binghamton police
department, a detective when the double death
struck the Nineveh post office, was one of the
first officers on the scene and was one of the
sleuths who tracked down the elusive gunman.

had brought them to their husbands’ sides. Sobbing wildly,
the younger woman threw herself on the prone body of her
husband.

Lewis was dead.

Giving the elder Johnson emergency first-aid treatment, the
yardmaster and the two women then carried him the short dis-
tarice to his home.

Speeding over icy roads, Sheriff Fred L. Hovey of Norwich
and Detective Lacey Abel of the Binghamtan city police de-
partment arrived at the scené almost simultaneously. With
Sheriff Hovey was Ward N. Truesdell, district attorney of
Chenango county. They questioned Johnson, now conscious.

“I don’t know who the killer was,” moaned the old man. “I
never saw him before. He had a cap pulled down over his eyes
and it was hard to see him very clearly in the overhead flood-
light. It cast a shadow on his face.”

Johnson told the men the killer was handcuffed when he fired
the fatal blast. ‘

The investigators swiftly sped to the post office. Under the
glaring, white light they carefully inspected every inch of the
store.

The body of Lewis lay directly in front of a small showcase,
one panel of which had been thrown open.

“There'll be fingerprints on the panel,” said Detective Abel.
“And there should be plenty on the stock of the shotgun, too,
unless the killer took the time to wipe them off.”

“Here’s something!” cried Sheriff Hovey suddenly from

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ees

discomfited when his
pockets yielded a pawn ticket.
“Well, well, Pawning some loot, Izzy?”
“That's Mimi’s!” Izzy blurted. “It’s on
the level. He owed me five bucks so he
gave me the ticket. It’s his watch and

momentarily

it’s worth $30.”

Mimi’s watch! A lead to Mimi’s
identity? The ticket was dated for July
2. The pawn shop was in Manhattan’s
lower East Side. A squad car raced there.

The pawn broker looked at the ticket
and bent over his records. Finally he
looked up. “I know that boy,” he said.
“T’m sure you'll find it’s his own watch.”

“What's his full name?”

“Dominick Samartino.”

Detective Scherer took a deep breath.
“That's one of the punks questioned a
few days ago!” he explained when they
got outside. “He told us he didn’t know
Mimi.”

So Samartino had been operating in
Williamsburg under the name of Mimi
Scala? He was a dirty-faced bum in
Manhattan and a flashy dresser in
Brooklyn.

But it wasn’t easy to pick up Samartino
again. He wasn’t at home. Two days
went by, then a third, without the con-
cealed watchers catching a glimpse of
him. But late on the third night a nattily
dressed youth jumped out of a cab and
slithered into the dark doorway.

At 1 o’clock in the morning the de-
tectives closed in. It was Samartino.
Over the protests of his parents, the
officers took the white-faced youth out of
his home and sped to the station house,

“Where’ve you been hiding, Dom-
inick?”

Samartino was silent.

“Oh, you don’t have to talk if you don’t
want to,” said Lieut. Smith nonchalantly.
“We know all about it. Gottlieb told us.”

Samartino’s eyes flickered. Lieut.
Smith smiled. He was playing on
Samartino’s ignorance of how the pawn
ticket had revealed his identity.

Picking up the stone which had been

Double Death and the Manacled

the rear of the store. “He must have
dropped it when he was struggling with:
the old man.”

He held up a battered, gray cap with a
worn, nearly threadbare peak.

They examined it under the light. A
silken label, with the legend almost ob-
literated by usage, showed that the cap
had been purchased in a Binghamton de-
partment store. Caught in the band of.
the cap were three brownish hairs about
two-and-one-half inches long.

“One things-we know now,” District
Attorney Truesdell said, “is that the man

we’re looking for has brown hair, is prob- .

ably poorly dressed, if the rest of his at-
tire is in keeping with. this cap, and‘ that
he’s bareheaded.” -

In the shadow cast by the post office
cage, Detective Abel found a packet,

- rolled in knapsack style, such as vaga-

bonds of the highway sometimes carry. It
contained a pair of dark blue serge trou-
sers, a gray workman’s shirt and a pair
of woolen socks. Near the packet, the de-
tective also discovered a pair of leather
driving gloves. Inside these was a pair of
brightly colored woolen mittens, obvi-
ously placed there for greater warmth.
Outside the building, the investigators

58

used to beat Goldstein to death, Smith
handed it to Samartino.

“Just hold that and I’ll tell you, Dom-
inick, if you don’t want to talk. That’s
Goldstein’s blood on the stone. Careful!
Don’t disturb those hairs.

“The stone fits your hand perfectly,
doesn’t it, Dominick? Gottlieb told us it
would, but I couldn’t believe it. I had
to see for myself.”

Samartino was breathing heavily. His
lips trembled and his mouth opened as if
he were going to speak.

Lieut. Smith held up his hand.

“Tm telling you, Dominick! I don’t
want you to tell me. Gottlieb told us
everything. We don’t want to know any-
thing more. Gottlieb said he wasn’t going”
to take the rap for a punk who'd kill his
own friend.

“Gottlieb told us how you picked up
that stone and crashed it against Gold-
stein’s head. Gottlieb tried to stop you.
I don’t blame him for not wanting to take
the rap. I’d put the finger on you, too,
if I were in his shoes.”

The stone crashed to the floor as
Samartino shot out of his chair. ;

“Tzzy’s a liar!” the youth screamed.
“Izzy killed him! I didn’t doit. I didn’t
do it! Capici will tell you! He’ll: tell
you! Just ask Capici!”

Lieut. Smith’s expression didn’t change.
Gottlieb had told nothing and the officer
had made the blind accusation in hope
that it might bring results. He carefully
concealed his elation. He now wanted
the identity of this Capici, and the actual
story of the murder.

Samiartino, badly frightened, had no in-
tention of stopping row. The whole
sordid tale burst forth in jerky sentences.

When Goldstein’s family moved to
Manhattan the youth met Samartino and
his friend, Tony Saverene. Saverene had
big plans to start a dope ring, with
Saverene supplying the narcotics. Charles
Capici, Samartino’s brother-in-law, joined
the gang, ,

Goldstein went over to Brownsville on

’ [Continued from page 35]

easily picked up the trail where the fugi-
tive murderer had plowed his way into
the night. The footprints were much
larger than those of either of the John:
sons, Using their searchlights, the three
men followed the clearly etched footprints
for about an eighth of a mile. But the
trail ended abruptly at that point on a
frozen stretch of hard-packed snow as
unyielding to the foot as cement.

“Best thing we can do,” said Sheriff

lovey, surveying: the bleak, tundra-like

“stretch which led to the foreboding Che- °

nango hills, “is to call Oneonta and get
Police Chief Frank Horton~over here
with those bloodhounds. of his. They
could pick up the trail if the murderer
walled on glass.”

Back at the post office, as the sheriff put
ina call for Chief Horton at Oneonta,
and another for the Oneida barracks of
the New York state police, District At-
torney Truesdell and Detective Abel

methodically prepared: a picture of the

slayer ‘from evidence left in his flight.
Taking a tape measure from his pocket,
Abel measured the footprints in the snow
outside the door.
“Twelve and a half inches,” he called
to the district attorney.

an errand. Then the Gottlieb gang was
arrested and Goldstein was accused of
tipping the police. That’s when he was
given the nickname of “Skinny the Rat”
by the mobsters. ;

Samartino, Saverene and Capici were
with Gottlieb on the fatal day when he
picked up Goldstein near the pool room,
but they knew nothing of the gang
leader’s murderous intentions. The
original plan had been to drive out into
Queens and rob petters in a lovers’ lane.

But when they reached the dump
Gottlieb suddenly seized Goldstein by the
neck, threw him to the ground and rained
‘blows on his head with a rock. Saverene

pulled a pistol and fired twice. Gottlieb.

and Saverene started to disrobe the corpse
to conceal the identity but stopped and
dropped him in the prayerful pose when

they thought they heard someone
approaching.
Capici was arrested immediately.

Saverene surrendered two weeks later.

With Samartino as the principal state’s
witness, Gottlieb, Saverene and .Capici
went on trial a few months later, As
Assistant District Attorney David M.
Wolff piled up convincing evidence
against the gang, Saverene suddenly
leaped to his feet in the courtroom and
announced he wanted to plead guilty.
Gottlieb and Capici followed suit
quickly.

Gottlieb and Saverene, were. given sen-
tences of 25 years each on Dec. 14, 1928.
Capici escaped with a term in the work-
house because he had known nothing of
the intention to kill Goldstein,

Samartino was not prosecuted because
of his help to the case. But two years
later, after further encounters with the
police, he was slain by mobsters on the
Street in front of his home.

Brown was completely exonerated of
any connection with the murder.

(To protect the identity of an innocent person the
name Joe Brown as used in this story is not real
but fictitions,—Editor,) :

Gunman

‘ “That'd be about a size ten or ten-and-
a-half shoe,” said Truesdell, jotting down
his findings in a notebook.

“Phey measured the trousers next. The
circumference of the waist was 34 inches.
The length of the pants legs from the
crotch to the bottom of the cuffs was 28
inches,

“If these trousers fit him the way mine
fit me,” said Detective Abel, “that should
make him about five feet eleven or six
feet. With a waist measurement of 34
inches, he’d probably weigh around :160
or 170 pounds.” :

A laundry mark inside the shirt proved
too faded to reveal initials, but the tape
measure showed that the neckband mea-
sured exactly 15 inches. The sleeve-
length was 34 inches.

“A pretty husky customer,” observed
Abel as the last of the articles were
measured. ;

“And a dangerous one,” said the dis-
trict attorney. “Don’t forget this man
still has a fully-loaded..45 in his hands,
even. though he is manacled. And what’s
one more life to him?* Or two or three?”

Through the small hours of the morn-

ing, by two’s and three’s, a grim posse

gathered in the post office.

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Two Medical Ghouls.

; {Subject of Uluastration.]
Owrao, N. ¥., Jan. 22.—Oweg? ia terribly excited,

and it is not at all unlikely that the execution of the
negro Bearles yesterday, will be followed by either
the lynching oF tar-and-feathering of the ghouls to
whom he sold his body, previous to his execution.
These men, * Doctors” Logan end Cullen, were pres
ent at the terrible scene, and with a fiendish gloating,
narrowly watched the play of every, muscle of the
unfortunate. mau, and not a.contortion or the alight-
est indication of physical suffering, during the death
struggle of the wretch, escaped their notice, When
the body was cut down, both the fiends in human
form rushed forward as though they feared the corpse
would elude them, and claimed possession of the
body, which was yet warm. The father of Searles, 8D
aged negro with whitened wool and wrinkled visage,
pushed his way to the front, and was beside the mor-:
tal remains of hisson 88 quickly as the hardened
wretches who claimed them. . 7
Asingular scene ensued-—one which has probably
never before occurred in any civilized community,
and which- was 6
parallel, The aged darkey, in whom the instincts of
the brate predominated over all natural feelings of
affection, at once demanded the. price which the Shy-
Without demur, they paid

the stipulated fifteen dollars, and the old negro,
pocketing the money, turned and: walked away with

a pleased expression.

| whetéd by the execution...

his scepe, though it did violence to the feelings of
those who witnessed it, would probably have passed
unnoticed had the brutal purchasers of the corpses
quietly removed it and used it for legitimate medical
purposes. Instead of this, however, they had the
cadaver removed to their rooms, where every prepara-
tion had been made for aspeedy autopsy, and by
means of their scalpels and other instruments, severed
the head fromthe trunk. They then removed the
brain, and found that it weighed a little over 46

l ounces. It was then placed in a glass jar, and her-

metically sealed.

This was perhape a legitimate use of the property,
but the “doctors” did not rest content with this.
These - preliminarics completed, the two worthies
billed the town with posters announcing that they
would lecture last evening ‘on the nature and con-
struction of murderers’ brains tn general, and Beatles’
pvain in particular. The bill also contained a graphic

taceend of the dissection and the statement that

which shes hadidede * rien ahabaaispay: thE
ce m thé’auto :

letture was delivered last night, and was steered tt

umber of people whose morbid appetites had bel

laren Veda tn FS

It has created immense excitement here. and the»

local press demand that the alleged doctors be driven
trom the town. The lecture ia regatded a6 a mere
advertising: dodge on their part to attrect public at-

psecane te ee

atent medicines which they are vending.

a that. they propose’, carrying the corpse
a delivering anatomical lec-

exhibition of the head-

NaTLONaL POLICE GA ZETTE
9

New York, New York

February 7th, 1880

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44 True Detective Mysteries

the other in furnishing us with de-
tails. Their testimony greatly aided
us.
They had had ample opportunity
to get a good look at the four
thugs, and the following descrip-
tions were noted down:

Bandit No. 1—Man known as
“Whitey,” sharp features, clean-
shaven, light-gray overcoat, light-
gray soft hat.

No. 2—Unknown, dark over-
coat, gray soft hat with black band,
blue serge suit, about twenty-five.

No. 3—Unknown, apparently an
Italian.

No. 4—No definite description.

That the job was well planned
and carried out with the coolness of
experienced criminals, was _ sug-
gested by the statement made by
one witness, a young, intelligent
German named Louis Ulrich. Ulrich
said he had been in the barroom
when the shooting started. He

Donahue and T subwayed up-town
to the address given us by Bolton.

It was then around 1 o'clock in
the afternoon. The Lenihan place
was closed, but repeated hammering
on the door brought out an old
colored caretaker who told us that
the place did not open until 3.

‘Missa Lenihan mebbe he come
then and mebbe he don't,” he told
us glibly. ‘No, IT dunno whar he
live. I dunno nothin’.”

From the renting agents of the

owner’s home address, which was a
first-class apartment house on River-
side Drive. The switchboard oper-
ator rang up his apartment, but
received no answer.

In the meantime, at Police Head-
quarters, Alarm 1297 covering the
stolen property, the loot of the
hold-up, had been broadcast, and
code signals on Alarm 1296 had been
transmitted reporting the theft. of

knew the place well, and at the first
sign of trouble, he skinned out into
the kitchen and climbed into the
dumbwaiter, letting himself down
into the cellar. The back door was
locked, so he raced up the front
stairway, which led in to the vesti-
bule of the apartment house. [n amad rush toward the street
door, he flopped right into the arms of a man with a gun.
This man shoved him back into the speak-easy, where the
stick-up men, on the point of leaving, delayed long enough to
frisk him of all he possessed.

Tenants in the building denied hearing any shooting,
though one man said he did hear some explosions which he had
assumed were caused by the back-firing of an automobile.

Shortly after our arrival at the station-house, a new eye-
witness, a young woman, was brought in. She was extremely
attractive, well groomed and smartly dressed, but her face
was very pale and haggard.

“Here,” one of the precinct men said to me, ‘is Miss Helen
Grayson, who was shot at the same time as Masterson. She
said she wasn't badly hurt—only scared—so we Iet her go
home to get over the shock before questioning her."

ISS GRAYSON made a model statement. It was concise,
clear and comprehensive. Certain of the witnesses had
“stated that it was the man known as Whitey who shot Master-
son when he was lying on theffloor, but on this point the girl was
positive. She maintained that it was Whitey’s companion.

“1 don't know that brute’s name," she said, ‘but | would
know him again if I ever see him. I'll never forget it as long as
I live. Jt was a face out of helll”

As she talked in the Captain’s private office, I noticed that
every now and then she gritted her teeth as if she were either
laboring under a severe nervous strain or was suffering great
pain. Suddenly she collapsed, and Doctor Barry of the
Knickerbocker Hospital was called in.

He found that she had a serious gunshot wound in her
shoulder and that it had already been attended by a physi-
cian. The girl was taken to the hospital.

I resumed my questioning of witnesses.

“Who,” I asked Bolton, the speak-casy bartender, “intro-
duced the man known as Whitey to you?”

““A fellow by the name of Lenihan,’”’ he answered. ‘‘He owns
a club up on Washington Heights on West One-Thirty-
Kighth Street, and has an interest in our place.”

‘The witnesses were all escorted to Police Headquarters to
review the pictures of hold-up men in the identification
bureau before appearing at the District Attorney's office, and

The passageway leading to the bar, showing the
telephone on the right wall, the wires of which
were cut by the hold-up thugs to prevent the speak-easy, who had been pres-

alarm being given

. dressed like a million dollars——

Masterson’s .38-caliber Colt service
revolver Number 42923.

ONE of the proprietors of the

ent while the stick-up was going on,
stated that he would know at least
two of the men if he were ever confronted with them, but that
he had never spoken to any of them.

As the reader will recall, the dying patrolman had men-
tioned Broadway and Fiftieth Street as being the hanging-out
corner of his assailant. On the off-chance that one of the
patrolmen covering that beat might know the man, we called
at the Forty-Seventh Street station-house.

Masterson had been a hot-headed young chap, but very
much liked and respected by all who really knew him. He
had a splendid record for bravery, and when we entered the
detectives’ room of the station-house, his exploits were being
discussed for the purpose of picking out which of the dozens of
men who carried the alias of Whitey might have had it in for
him.

Among those present in the room was Patrolman Callahan,
a buddy of Masterson’s who looked on the case as a personal
cause, as did we all, for that matter. Callahan is a human
Who’s Who of tenderloin characters.

“There's Whitey Miller,” he was saying as we joined the
group. ‘He's got a record as long’s your arm! Jim might have
run in one of his gang. I haven’t seen him hanging round the
Fiftieth Street corner, but I’ve often seen him in Lindy's [a
Broadway restaurant near Fiftieth Street] and sportin’ in and
out of the night clubs between Forty-Sixth and Fifty-Eighth
Streets the last week or two. He had a dizzy blonde with him,
One of those expensive dolls,”’

“You mean a brunette,” Detective Moore interposed. ‘I
saw him entering the Silver Slipper with a brunette who was
o

“I do not,"’ Callahan said emphatically. ‘The female with
Whitey was a blonde.’ Peroxide hair and blue eyes . . . The
brunette was with his pal, one of those collegiate boys—-now,
what do they call 'im? It has something to do with tea...
‘Oo-Lal’ That's it. Oo-La, That's what they call him. And
say, I've seen him hanging round the corner of Fiftieth and
Broadway near the Regal shop. 1 don’t know where Whitey
picked Oo-La up, but he’s been pickled as a dill every time
I've seen him. Don't belong to Whitey’s old gang. . 2.”

It was arranged that Callahan and Moore should make the
rounds of the Broadway night clubs in an effort to pick up this
Whitey. There was no photograph of him in the station-house,
so | telephoned the identification bureau at Headquarters to

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I shall start with
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o'clock on the
. in question,
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barroom in the
speak-casy oon
Street. (I shall
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deserved reflec-
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wh to the bar-
ordered high-
nutes later, two
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dining-room in
‘red coffee.
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1 well-behaved,
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whipped out a
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By Detective THOMAS MARTIN
of the Homicide Bureau, New York City Police Department

As told to ISABEL STEPHEN

and-coffee consumers to stick 'em
up and walk into the back room,

There was a crash of broken
giass and crockery when tables
were tipped over by the terror-
stricken men and women as they
discreetly hastened to obey the
command. Scores of times
they had read about such scenes
in the newspapers and seen them
int the movies. They knew that
such things happened, of course—
to other people; that it should
happen to themselves filled them
with stunning amazement.

To one of the victims in the
restaurant, however, the stick-up
was not much of a surprise.
Patrolman James H. Masterson
in civilian clothes, accompanied
by four friends as camouflage,
had visited the place on a tip that it
was the hang-out of two men who were
being sought by the police. Their cap-
ture meant certain promotion.

FoR the moment, Masterson obeyed
the order and with the others
stumbled through the narrow passage
that led to the barroom, obviously
seeking the best vantage point from
which to cover all four gunmen.

The instant Masterson lowered his
hand, Whitey observed the action,
wheeled toward him—and fired in his
face. As Masterson crumpled to the
floor, a second shot took effect in the
shoulder of a girl who had been close
behind him.

Whitey’s companion strode forward
and kicked the prostrate: policeman,

“Get up there,” he snarled.

The kick had disarranged Master-
son’s coat and revealed his badge and
gun.
“Oh, so you're one of the ‘Holster
Mob,’ are you?” the thug sneered.
“Then, take that and that/—and that!"’"—
and without the slightest provocation,
he emptied his weapon into the

wounded man’s body as he lay on the floor unconscious.
A few minutes later, Detectives Brady and Donnelly of the

Twelfth Precinct arrived.

dosed. His face was a ghastly sight, and his body was as

motionless as death.

(In oval) Inside close-up view of outside
door of the speak-easy where Masterson
was shot to death, showing the “‘peep-
slot’? through which a prospective cus-
tomer may be given the “once-over”’ be-
fore he is admitted. Note the two bolt
locks in addition to the chain lock.
(Top) Outside view of the same door.
Note the electric signal button at the
upper left

“I don’t know... Idon't....’

“Are you willing to make a
true statement’—the formal in-
quisition went on—"“of how and
in what manner you came to
the injury from which you are
suffering?”

Dozens of times Masterson
himself had put these same
stereotyped questions to men
picked up wounded to death.
No one knew better than he how
the police are handicapped by
dying men’s indifference or ob-
stinacy in refusing to answer.
With what the doctors later de-
scribed as a superhuman effort,
he answered through gasping
lips:

“T was shot... bya fellow...
I don't know... by name...
I know him... hanging round Fiftieth
and Broadway—near Regal shoe store
... He is about twenty-six... white...
five foot seven .. . apparently an
American... Wore sort of ... blue...
overcoat... light gray fedora hat...
He was the man who took my shield
and revolver... while I... lay on the
floor... Brady, I guess I’m...
done... for... Please... get...
me....a priest... .”

Then, complete collapse. How he
managed to talk that much, the doctors
in the Knickerbocker Hospital said
later, was a miracle. Each word, it
had seemed to Brady, would be his last;
but he carried on until he had told all
he knew. He died without regaining
consciousness, at 6:20 that evening.

The autopsy performed by Medical

2xaminer Doctor Norris showed bullet
wounds on the face, abdomen and
pelvis, internal hemorrhages and shock.

[N cases of serious felonious assault
- where the victim is in a dying con-
dition, the Homicide Bureau gets on
the trail of the killer as soon as the hos-
pital authorities state that their patient °

has no chance of recovery. Consequently at 9:15 on the
morning of the stick-up, Inspector Carey, who was then

our Chief, assigned Stephen G. Donahue and myself to the
They found Masterson lying on a table. His eyes were case.

Our first hours were occupied in groping along the various

channels of routine investigation.

“What is your name?” Brady asked him.

“Hello, Brady,’’ Masterson whispered, a crooked grin
twisting his lips.

“What is your name?’ The detective spoke harshly in an
eflort to revive him. He succeeded; years of discipline pre-
vailed.

“James Masterson,’’—the words came faintly as from a
distance.

“Where do you live?”

“Two-Eighteen West One-Hundred-Nineteenth Street. I
am a policeman attached to the Eighteenth Division,”

“Do you believe you are about to die?”

We visited the scene of the crime and found the premises
closed, with a patrolman on guard. Bullet holes in the wall
of the barroom and kitchen door, overturned tables, broken
glasses and dishes, a blood-stained floor and table, were
sinister souvenirs of the gunmen’s presence on the premises
during the early hours of the morning.

A careful search revealed no clues to the identity of the
gangsters, so we hurried over to the station-house of the
Twelfth Precinct, where half-a-dozen witnesses to the stick-up
were being detained for questioning. So horrified were all of
them at the vicious brutality of the gunman who had riddled
the defenseless patrolman, that without exception each outdid

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a

SPEAK EASY!

“Stick ‘em up!” . , frightened gasps .. the crash of broken glass ..an

automatic belching fire... then in halting syllables came the whispered,
sterson to the eager ears of Detective Brady:
* + + Overcoat... took my shield

.. done...

dying words-of Officer Ma
“+. Wore... sort of -.. blue
... Brady, I... guess I’m ,

NOTE: When Patrolman
James H. Masterson was mur-
dered in January, 1927, in a
New York City speak-easy,
while observing the place on
an undercover investigation,
Police Commissioner
McLaughlin asked that the
most experienced and capable
men in the Police Department
be assigned to the job of run-
ning down the gunmen, De-
tectives Thomas Martin and
Stephen G. Donahue, two of
the best sleuths of the Homi-
cide Squad, were picked by
Captain Carey, then Chief of
the Homicide Bureau,

The manner in which these
detectives accomplished: their
task wos regarded as one of the
most brilliant feats in the an-
nals of the Department, and
was rewarded by the two high-
est honors obtainable. Martin
was presented with the De-
partment Medal of Honor,
and Donahue was decorated
with the Daniel B. Freeman
Medal. All the other detec-
tives working on' the case were
cited for honorable mention.

Detective Martin’s own story
of this amazing case, as told
in the following pages, gives
a rare picture of the shrewd
methods of New York de-
tectives.,

A photograph of Mr. Mar-
tin, together with his partner,
Stephen Donahue, appears on
page 20, this issue, in connec-
tion ‘with another detective

case with which both were identified.

| NHE case I am about to relate

started out as a common-

place speak-easy stick-up

in which a patrolman and a
girl were wounded, at 2:55 on the
morning of January 31st, 1927, in
New York City. The patrolman
died on the evening of the same
day, and was buried with full de-
partmental honors three days later.
That, for the time being, closed the
case as ‘‘news.”’

Long before the funeral, how-
ever, the case had developed all the
melodramatic features that make
front-page crime serials. Occa-
sionally, newspaper publicity helps
an investigation. In this instance,
as the reader will readily see, it
would have been disastrous. When
the case reached its spectacular
climax, crime writers classified it

42

The above photographs show the scene where

Officer Masterson,

working undercover on a tip-

off, met death at the hands of the stick-up gang.

He was seated in
table on the left, w
given to the ter

the restaurant at the center
hen the order for hands up was
ror stricken patrons. At the

top is shown the speak-easy bar, in the rear of the
restaurant, in front of which he was shot down
when he reached for his gun in an attempt to foil

the hold-up

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as the outstanding story of
the year, and it was the sub-
ject of Sunday magazine
page splashes and magazine
articles. To have given
newspaper reporters the ac-
tual facts at that time would
have meant death to several
persons; therefore, reticence
was necessary,

Now, however, the com-
plete true story, including
just how we got on the trail
of the men and women we
uncovered in this investiga-
tion, can be made public.

As my partner, Stephen
Donahue, and | were not
assigned to the case until
six hours after the crime was
committed, I shall start with
a condensed account of the
Stick-up as given by depen-
dable eye-witnesses,

At 2635 o'clock on the

Morning in question,
two well-dressed young men
entered the barroom in the
rear of a speak-easy on
West 1o3rd Street. (I shall
withhold the exact address
here, in consideration of
possible undeserved — reflec.
tions on the Present tenants.)
One of them, known to the bar-
tender as “Whitey,” ordered high-
balls. Fifteen minutes later, two
Strange men sought admittance
and were vouched for by Whitey.
They entered the dining-room in
the front and ordered coffee.

There were about sixteen pa-
trons present; a well-behaved,
Prosperous, after-theater crowd,
each group of which was paying
attention only to its own party.

At 2:55, Whitey rose and saun-
tered nonchalantly toward the
back of the bar, whipped out a
-38-caliber automatic, and barked:

“Stick 'em up!”

Simultaneously, his companion
took a stand at the other end of the
bar and covered the occupants of
the barroom, while the pair in the
dining-room whipped out revolvers
and ordered the ham-sandwich-


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From the front >! —
room of the —
_speakeasy came
‘the crash of
-an - overturned
table and fall-

_ speakeasy’ S_

: “restaurant

nervously into the barroom,

through the narrow passageway, —

that connected the two rooms, by a.
pair of sinister looking men carrying

drawn guns.

“They found the jilted brunette in
~.@ night club where she was doing
eae song. and dance. specialty.

- (Specially posed)

from the hic, Blood splat-

tered the patron’s face as a

slug smashed into his cheek.

He crumpled and fell in a
heap on the floor. Another shot,
roared in the stillness of the stunned. snatched , ‘the 1
oom and a woman screamed. She *.volver from its holster.
swayed and fell to her nye. a bul-

“Jet i in her shoulder.

Among the last of the F patrons to_ a ae to arise. His coat flew 4 pa

commands of the aH, ‘gunmen, but

| he hung back a little, as if he wanted |
+ to be the last to enter the barroo:

Suddenly, his right arm flashed.

‘the gunman,

‘open, and there, shining dully in the =.A few minutes- later Det
2 Pare lights’ of the._ barroom Brady and Donnelly of the "Twelfth

eat

Precinct burst into the barroo
find the wounded: )

“overcoat. The hand of death was 0) on

me

enzy ie ‘bdoovhenahie ‘Tage.
kicked the prostrate man ae
“So As rea a ay cop, e eh?” he


within him, the dying man sum-

moned words to his lips. “I’m James

H. Masterson ... policeman . . .

Eighteenth Division. You're .. .
+ you’re Brady, aren’t you?”

Me sisted. The rule book insists on this
form of questioning.

= “218... West ... . Hundred . gf
iff 19th Street. I was... here™ .

i | plainclothes ... special undercoi

i . investigation.”

“Who shot youl s

superhuman effort Pry | ‘alls

fading consciousness. “Thug ‘shot
. me. Don’t know’ name ». “know

about him, though. | “Hangs, around

Masterson’ s head slumped back

unconsciousness. He never. regained
it, and that evening, at 6:30, in the
Knickerbocker Hospital, he died.

York Police Department had a
human, all-engrossing interest in
: seeing that the slayer of one of its
| own was brought swiftly to justice,

the Homicide Bureau, assigned De-
tectives Stephen Dona- i
hue and Thomas Martin
to the case. These crack
operatives, heroes -of © “=
the capture of the Dia- ae
mond~ brothers for the of
murder of the Brook-  y«<
* lyn bank messengers. ~~~
(Note: The story of this
famous case will be § 7
found in the July issue ~~
of NATIONAL DETECTIVE Cases)
- were at work by 9:30 on the morn-
| - ing of the speakeasy shooting. The
| murder had been committed at 2:55
{ A. M. on January 31, 1927.
tt Miss Helen Grayson, a_ neatly
: dressed, attractive girl, described to
’ Martin and Donahue the man who
had kicked and shot Policeman
Masterson, He had, she said, a face
from the pit of hell. She was the
woman who had been wounded as
she stood near the unfortunate offi-
cer. The detectives found ., Miss
Grayson a model witness, and.an

nesses, that it was the companion

shoe store . . Broadway ; _ and
50th . . Street, Age about ©... 26
Hh . five foot . Bt seven . re “American
at ...1... guess. Wore . - ett
i: grey. hat. He’s man ..; 2 x
: my shield . . Brady ® :
" shield . . backs =“ Don’ t let. =.
keep .. . shield. “Brady. . .. Lamy
going . get. . priest.”’ a

ne OF the thug known as ye NAR

‘Where do you live?” Brady per-_

onc owned a nightclub on

and Captain Carey, then Chief of >-

important one, for it was she who.
insisted, in the face of contradictory é
opinion on the part of other wit-—

Knickerbocker, Hospital, -.= i,

name. _of Cols) He had no
A* is easily understood, the New ie Sie eae i

had fired the Price ts and” ‘delivered
the savage. “Kicks” s Masterson, eo

upon. the floor—and not Whitey, "a

ore. The brave cgi
¢ from her wound, and »
he talked. with the sleuths
Bnd: had ‘to be remo od

pay Bolton, ig bartender, came

gat Ce
an named_ cLehinan Lenihan, it

West 138th Street.

Martin and Donahue covered one
lead at a time. Recalling that the
dying patrolman had mentioned his
assailant’s habit of loitering near a
shoe store at 50th Street and Broad-
way, they next visited the 47th
Street Station house in the heart of
the Gay White Way, hoping that
some of the officers in that precinct
would have information. Patrolman
Pete Callahan, a buddy of Master-

son’s, came through.

» There was a man, dark-haired

- His eyes glazed and he lapsed into oa
on the corner near the shoe store.
“While © €allahan didn’t know his

name, he knew him by the nick-

SERENE
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The yee "of the trail for a killer:

ee

= eet: oe
In this .
cabin, a gunman meta fitting end when _

Se aay be shot it out with © foartels detectives»

how this, person om the nickname
or why ‘it eant. He did recall that
N usually in the company
i tall, swell-looking brunette.

allahan’s description of Oo-la™

Vialliea with the one given by Miss

Mrayson of the callous killer who

/ spumped the shots into Masterson.
pron and Donahue arranged to

have Callahan and his brother offi-
cers cover the corner in the event
Oo- la turned up.

At 4 o’clock the same afternoon
the tireless detective team arrived
at Lenihan’s club located in Wash-
ington Heights. Lenihan was not in.
The officers entered the club, looked
the place over. Within a few mo-
ments they found something that
made them exchange speculative
glances. There was a fresh bullet
hole in the side of the room, about
four feet from the floor.

Martin went outside, telephoned
the nearest precinct to see if a
shooting scrape or stickup had been
reported in this place. None had
been. Martin asked if there were

7:

any gunshot cases in the precinct. ©

There had been, the desk responded.
At midnight on the previous day, a=
man had applied _at.the Roose elt
Hospital for treatment. Anis”
had_ gunshot wounds - “in’ the
“arm and ~ shoulder. He refused -
name any ‘assailants. =e

- Martin hurried back to the Lent
han place to discover the _ownel

Be DR ry
Pi Bh as pity


who had arrived during his absence,
arguing with Donahue.
“I tell ‘you, I don’t know this
‘Whitey’ you’ re talking about,” said
one ‘Lenihan, ' as Martin approached.
“<“ “Bolton is mistaken. I never intro-
duced anybody to that bartender.”
“<*Martin gave his partner a covert
"signal; drew Lenihan aside. “Mr.
Lenihan, he said gravely, taking a
shot in the dark. “Why didn’t you
report the shooting in your place
Sunday night when a man got two

you that’s a very serious offense.”
Lenihan haltingly explained .that

dent because he feared police would
close up the club.

‘Bolton,”

bullets in him? I don’t have to tell .. refresh my memory about this

he had every penny sunk in this club.
and that he did not report the inci-

- PETER "OO-LA"

” SEILER:

‘He= was. so well- behaved ©

that: hi

landlady®: didn't

- bother checking: his: refer=:

wouldn’t be able to come here
any more, eh?” suggested. M rtin
shrewdly.

' At the mention of these names,
Lenihan became deathly pale.

‘““Why do you keep talking
about Whitey?” -he protested. “I
told your partner I don’t know any
Whitey.”

“Well,” said Martin, “I guess I’d
better let the precinct cops know |
about the ‘shooting here Sunday
night. Maybe they can find: out if
Whitey and Oo-la were here. Of

‘course, it’s going to go bad with you

for withholding information.”
Lenihan fingered his collar ner-_

vously. “‘Maybe we ought to go see.

he said. “Maybe he can

Whitey you’re interested in.”

‘AL very good sueeeo said.

-
With “Donahue remaining behind | ee
to interrogate | a beautiful, expen-

eae

“And then Whitey and Oo-la _ 103rd Street speakeasy at night.

“I do remember this fellow Whitey,”

- Lenihan entered’ one, Martin noted ~

to trace. the call Lenihan was _

‘news for fim,

“Whitey,” es said.
ly cowned. red-haired girl, who ss

had walked into the club, Martin
accompanied the owner to a place
on West 23rd Street. It was near the
ferries on the North River and they
found Bolton presiding over the bar
located on the second floor. He
worked here in the daytime, at the .

‘Lenihan talked privately to the . _
bartender for a few minutes, then Sas
yeturned to Martin’ s table.
“After talking with Bolton here,

he. said. “But I don’t. know his real
name, Tu

r

ho introduced _
Whitey to me.” oe
It sounded like a stall’and Martin
was taking no,chances. He steered
Lenihan to a drug store where there
were a number of phone ‘booths. As —

the telephone number, and stepping
into a second. booth, quickly called
headquarters and left instructions

es

making. ~ He, then alled Donahue
at Lenihan’s ' club, _and found his
partner Yeady to leave, Donahue had

“Lenihan certainly does know.
“It was ae


pare

Si, KA? 5
as Se Late.

sel

she $
a? oad

“Hg

oH red-headed gal,

. “] was thinking of
~ pootleg business in a

~~. “as a good man.
at. for the.

pile

showing remorse, Payne said that if
he had it to do over again, he wouldn’t
change his actions.a single whit.
“Death was preferable to the life I
lived,” he said. “When I murdered
my wife I knew what faced me if I
lost. I face it now without regret
since I have really lost nothing.” |

[)ODGED in the Potter County jail
to await trial for murder, Payne

the place Sunday night. I made the
club manager admit as much, and the
who saw it, cor-
roborated it.”

The detective and Lenihan, having
finished their calls, stepped out of the
booths.

“Now look here, Lenihan,’ Martin
gritted. “I know Whitey and Oo-la
shot up your place. Now you’re either
going to tell me where to find Whitey,
or you're going to tell down at head-
quarters. Which will it be?”

“So help me,” quavered Lenihan, “I
don’t know where Whitey lives or
what his real name is. The man who
introduced Whites to me wasn’t at

~ his hotel when I called just now, but
' he’s expected in later.”

Lenihan gave the address of the
hotel, a small, down-at-the-heel es-
tablishment in the Forties off Broad-
way. Sternly bidding Lenihan not
to move, Martin called headquarters
and found that this hotel actually was
the place called by Lenihan. He left
word for Donahue to meet him at
the hotel and rang off. He and Leni-
han taxied over.

A little later Donahue appeared and
the three sat down to wait for the
man mentioned by Lenihan as having
introduced the club owner to Whitey.

N deference to the request of the

New York City Police Department,
this man shall be known here simply
as Randall, although that, of course,
is nothing like his real name. Al-
though a crook and confidence man of
international reputation, his coopera-
tion with the detectives in this par-
ticular case was of such importance
that the officials do not wish to en-
danger his life, even after the lapse
of years. ~ .
--It was nearly 10 o’clock at night
before Randall entered the hotel, and

‘Lenihan, with a nod of his head, in-

dicated he was the person they sought.

-. \- At first Randall hedged and pre-

tended not to know what it was all
about, but when he learned that this
was part of a murder investigation

-that was laying the heat on the whole

underworld, he came through in
splendid fashion.

“A couple of weeks ago,” he said,

: oing into the

6 1g wey her a

riend recommende ite

mutual f After I met Whitey

first time, I had a little check-

, that was that he dared not give him- -
_. self away by calling back his son
~. when he decided to accompany his
... mother on the fatal shopping trip..-
’. “This astounding confession left the
‘listening officials speechless. Far from

.

_ the bosom of his shirt.

PAS SSNS WEP ANd 2 Adda

made a cheerful prisoner. On the
night of his confession, he chatted
with his keeper and some of the other
prisoners, made an innocuous entry in
a diary he kept, and at precisely 12:46
a.m. on August 30, called out: “Good-
bye, everybody.” phely
The prisoner in the cell across the
corridor saw him reach a hand into
There was.a
terrific explosion that shook the jail.
Somehow— it has never been deter-
mined how this was done—a bomb
had been smuggled in to Payne and
the killer had blown himself to bits
in exactly the same manner in which
he dealt with his wife.
To the very end, Payne’s cunning

A COP KILLING COBRA

remained with him. The time of his
own death had been carefully picked, .
for 46 minutes before the blast, the

suicide clause on his $23,000 insurance —

policy had lapsed, permitting his chil-

dren to collect on it. 3h
There is, perhaps, one point which

needs to be covered im this amazing

. murder case with its even stranger

end. The killer who offered a reward
for his own capture did not make
good. To the reporter, whose shrewd-

ness solved the case, went, instead of _

the $5,000, the grateful thanks of the
entire community. tie

(Jane Powell is a fictitious name to

save an innocent person from embar- -
rassment.) es

‘ F Wwe
+ , “

(Continued from page, 41)

up made on him, and I discovered
he lived at 33 Convent Avenue. He
lived in Apartment 3 under the name
of ‘Murray’. He shared the room with
another young fellow, and if I’m not
mistaken, it’s the same chap I saw
Whitey with Sunday night in a speak-
easy in the Nineties.”

“You say last night?”

“Yes, I’m sure it was last night.”

The detectives glanced at each
other. Masterson had been killed in
the early morning of the 31st. Leni-
han’s club had been held up on the
30th. Whitey and his companion had
been in an uptown speakeasy as well.

ONS iy Sac ae RA

~ pest og

PATROLMAN JAMES MASTERSON: A
true “cop" to the end... . With his
last breath he gasped out a graphic
description of his cowardly murderer.

Either Whitey got around a lot or—
and this gave the officers pause—
there were two gunmen named
Whitey. ; :
“Whitey was in the speakeasy on
West 90th Street, all right,” Randall
repeated. “This young fellow with
him—you know, the one I believe he
shares a room with—had a pretty
nifty dame along. Real society.
Whitey’s gal wasn’t bad, but Oo-la’s
girl was a honey.” — , Shots

‘and Patton.

“Who did you say?” barked both
detectives excitedly. :

“Why, Oo-la. That’s what they
call the young fellow who rooms with
Whitey,” said the puzzled Randall.

“What’s his real name?” Donahue >
asked.

“IT don’t know,” Randall replied.

The sleuths released Lenihan, or-
dered him to report to headquarters
in the morning. Then they rushed
to the Convent Avenue address where
Captain Carey had assured them
reinforcements would be waiting.

They got there at a little after 11
p.m., found Detectives Teed and
Brady and other plainclothes men
lurking in the shadows.

After a brief consultation, it -was
decided that Donahue, Martin and
Patrolman Hedges should enter the
huge apartment house through the
basement and open the front door
for the others. Then they were to
make a concerted crash into apart-
ment 3...

Cautiously approaching the silent
apartment house, the three officers
crept through an open window in the
basement.
ridor, they saw a young man seated

‘before a telephone switchboard, calm-

ly munching an apple. The detec-
tives motioned the patrolman back,
and sauntered casually toward him.

“We're looking for a friend of ours *

by the name of Murray,” explained
Martin pleasantly. “‘He’s a man about
60 or so, and owns a Cocker Spaniel
dog. Know him?”
“There’s just one Murray in this
house,” the youth responded. ‘“He’s
in apartment 3. But he’s only a young
fellow, around 30.”
“That’s the one,”
quickly. “This young fellow is the
son of our friend. Is he in?” |
“Should be,” said the switchboard
operator. “He put through a call to
Forest Hills about three-quarters of
an hour ago.” a8
That was enough. Quickly the de-

tectives explained their identity and. 3

swore the switchboard operator to

secrecy. Leaving a patrolman at the. ©

switchboard to insure it, they opened
the front door and in surged Detec-
tives Brady, Teed, Dineen, Enright
and Henshaw and Patrolmen Gray

’ :  &
Guns came out.

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Halfway up a long cor-. ~

said Donahue, —

: a
} Safety catches™ =~
' clicked ‘off. Martin carefully jimmied
open the apartment door and the —
- armed officers swept in like

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(Continued from, page 4) sent out for a

detail of officers, I went into the cell- _

block feeling that the man was merely

loose in his cell. He would shortly be °

knocked over with an ammonia gun and
that is all there would be to it. There
would be no excitement in hanging
around for that. I was very much mis-
taken, At that, there was some justifi-
cation for my reasoning, because it did
not seem possible that death-house offi-
cers would be carrying keys to the cells
at that hour of the night.

What happened, as related afterwards
by the surviving officer, was as follows:
Shillitani, pretending that he wanted a
light for his cigarette, called Officer Mc-
Carthy to his cell. The guard, so it was
claimed, was carrying a gun. That story
may, or may not have been correct. If
so, how did it happen that the other
officer, stationed on the second floor
(there were two tiers to the old death
house) was unarmed?

There is a strong possibility that the
Paper Box Kid obtained the weapon dur-
ing a visit from some of his relatives.
There was never any proof of this, but
later developments lean toward its feasi-
bility, Anyway, when the officer struck
the match to light the cigarette, Shillitani
snatched his gun and commanded him to
open the door of the cell. When the de-
mand was not immediately complied
with, he shot the guard fatally, reached
into his pocket, got the key and let him-
self out of the cell. eae
, He was still a long way from being
free, But keys were plentiful that night.
Reaching again into the officer’s pocket,
he came up with another key—the one
to the exercise yard. In the meantime,
the officer on the second tier came run-
ning to. the assistance of his co-worker.
He also was shot. Once out in the exer-
cise yard, Shillitani scaled the twenty-
foot wall that enclosed it, and was now
loose in the general recreation yard,
which was patrolled by one officer, with
no guards on the walls.

It took only a few minutes for the
killer to complete his task. Having pre-
viously served a short term at the
Bastille-on-the-Hudson, he knew the
complete layout of the yard. He passed
across the old baseball field, in close
proximity to the death house, and where
the new death house .now. stands. ‘This
brought him to a pipe fence, ten or twelve
feet high, which was easily climbed. He
was now on a plot of ground that sepa-
rated the Hudson River from the prison
enclosure.

It was claimed, but never proved, that
the escape had been planned in advance
and that the Kid was to have had help.

He was either to have been driven away .
in a car or’ to ‘have been hidden in a.

house located close to the prison. Later
developments could have made either, or
both, of these theories correct.

‘Once free from all barriers, Shilli-
tani removed his clothes, laid the gun on
top of them and leaped into the Hudson.
He only had to swim a few feet to get
around the jutting south wall and to
freedom. But why did he leave his
clothes and the weapon on the inside
when he had such a short distance to
cover through the water? Could he have
gone mad, or did he expect help from

some person he had planned to meet?

I had only been in my cell four or five _

minutes when “Big Ben,” the prison
siren, screamed its warning that an
escape had been effected and calling all
the officers from their homes to immedi-
ate action.)

The whistle had no sooner sounded
than I distinctly heard the cut-out of a
car. My cell was on No. 15 gallery,
facing the street, and I could not have
been mistaken. It could have meant
that the occupants had to get away from
there: in a hurry, thus supporting the
“driven away” theory.

What Shillitani really did, once he was
outside the walls, is incomprehensible.
He walked naked into a hospital on the
crest of a hill near the prison, and was
captured by its attendants without even
putting up a fight. What could have
possessed him to do such a thing? Either
he had gone:‘completely out of his mind,
or. he had been instructed to go to a

. house with a light in one of its windows

to direct his steps, Inside of an hour, he
was back in the prison with all hope of
beating the chair gone, as he was now
guilty of another killing.

Officer McCarthy died a few days later.
He was well liked by the inmates, who
contributed freely for flowers. Members
of the Executive Board and the Sergeant-
at-Arms of the Mutual Welfare League,
an inmate organization, founded by the
late Thomas: Mott Osborne, were per-
mitted to attend the funeral. The other
guard in the death house that night ‘was
not seriously injured and eventually re-
covered, 4)

On the morning following the excite-
ment, I was telling some of my acquaint-
ances about the happening and how sur-
prised I was that the fellow lying on the
bed paid no heed to what was going on.
One of the men turned to me and said,
“Why, you chump, that is Gene K——’s
dummy and it is on exhibition.” It was
hard to credit, as it looked so natural
and lifelike... ; .

About a year earlier, Gene, one of the
more ingenious of the inmates, decided
that he wanted out, so he sfarted his
plans by experimenting with the officers
who were responsible for the count. The
final count for the night was made at
ten-twenty, after the inmates returned
from the picture show. It was a double
check, made by the guard assigned to the
gallery and by the guard on the lower
tier who came up to verify the figures
while his gallery was being similarly
gone over, The slips of paper were then
taken to the Principal Keeper’s office for
verification. After the accuracy of the
count had been established, that group of
officers was through until the following

afternoon.‘ The night guards, coming on

duty at ten-thirty, made regular trips
over the galleries with a flashlight, but
frequently, omitted to look into all of the
cells.

Every night, Gene lay on his bed read-
ing a newspaper while the count was
being made. After a time, the officers
became accustomed to seeing him in that
position and thought it was unnecessary
to make him show his face. The letting
down of the vigilance was the cue for him
to get busy with his dummy. It was made
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his body. New trousers were put on the
crossed legs, while the feet were adorned
with new tan socks and shoes, Where the
torso should have started was a small
wooden upright and crosspiece to which
was attached the newspaper.

Of course, the fingers were missing, but
nobody, apparently, gave any thought to
them,
the six-thirty count the following morning.

Gene hid in the chapel after the picture
show, and when he saw the guards coming in
off the walls, telling him that all was well
with the count, he sawed a window bar,
lowered himself to the ground, scaled one
of the walls and was again at large. But,
4s was usually the case, his freedom was
short-lived. He was recaptured a few
months later and returned to Sing Sing.

The retention and exhibition of his handi-
‘raft was an official acknowledgment of
lis ingenuity, but the authorities concluded

The effort was so good, it even Passed _

that it would be unwise to allow him fur-
ther opportunity to display his skill at that
institution, so shortly afterward he was
transferred to Auburn. .

Shillitani went to his death on the date
originally set for his demise in July, 1916,
Aside from expressing regret over having

killed one guard and wounding another, he |.

consistently refused to divulge any of the
‘details of his escape, so it has never been
determined whether or not he had any con-
federates. But it is my opinion that the
car, whose cut-out I heard, was there for
the purpose of taking him away. When the
siren blew before he had made contact,
telling him that the game was up, what-
ever reason he had left, after the long stay
in the death house, snapped and from then
until his capture he did not know what he
was doing. There is also the possibility
that the shock of his plunge into the cold
waters of the Hudson was too great for him
to bear.

Continued from page 45) telephone rings,
he second swindler answers, assures the
‘nk employee that this is Attorney Roe
peaking, that the check in question is okay -
nd to cash it.

Before the lawyer has returned from his
rild-goose chase the con-men have obtained
heir money and departed.

The two men who specialized in this
«heme and who worked it for sums ranging

tom $300 to $30,000 were nevertheless

he~— eaniless when finally apprehended and

‘entenced to prison. The leader of this

ee ae was Clarence Mann, alias Mahaffey.
hind ‘he scheme outlined here was his spe-
night jalty for years,
-ad to. Most forgers work alone, occasionally in
” airs. The most notable exception to this
you'd ule was a well-organized Chicago gang.
State ach man was a specialist in his line—one
? “case the jobs,” the second a “penman,”
- roar ¢ third a man who “laid the paper,” etc,
bath- They were quite versatile in their opera-
ind of ons, for they included burglary, larceny,
1 and. 4d breaking and entering along with their
it the “mes of forgery, It has been estimated that
-y, its dy fleeced the public of more than a
is too illion dollars before their depredations
‘olver ‘ere finally halted by the combined efforts
hole {the Willam J. Burns Detective Agency
antly. 1d the Chicago Police Department. The
red at ‘st member of their gang was captured
closet ~hen his Packard sedan was curbed on a
re. He rth Side Chicago street.
shirt One of the favorite methods of this gang
as to burglarize an attorney’s office, obtain
yaper- umber of his blank checks, learn from
efully % stubs the exact amount of his bank
i suit, ance, and obtain a specimen signature
inaly- Mm a cancelled check.
It was They would take, in addition to the blank
ithless ¥cks, a supply of letterheads, envelopes
r than 4d similar identification. Their thievery
e had as often accomplished in such a manner
at it was days before the crime was dis-
iquar- Wered. With the above items in their
cratch %ssession, various elaborate artifices were
‘Je desk sd to dupe their victims. One that was

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u A memo was prepared on a sheet of the
len stationery to this effect:

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rrency in the denominations listed below.
tv ce cash in envelope enclosed, seal and de-
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this note, which was placed in an envelope
addressed to the bank. Two members of the
Zang would then accost the first neat-
appearing youth they met on the street,
and ask him if he wished to earn a dollar,
They would give him the letter, instruct
him to take it to the bank, and bring back
the package that would be given him.
When the boy left on his errand one of the
men would trail him and watch to see if any
of the bank officials became suspicious. If
any attempt was made to follow the boy
‘from the bank, the watcher would saunter
out and warn his partner through a pre-
arranged signal, then both would disappear.
If no alarm was given, they would meet
the messenger, pick up the envelope, and
Pay the boy his promised fee.
' A variation of this technique was to alter
one of the stolen letterheads so that the
telephone number would be that of a noar-
by public phone’ booth. A letter would be
prepared on the “doctored” letterhead in
this vein:

Iam pleased to forward Check No. 483 from
the Greater Life Insurance Company, in
amount of $5,000. This represents full payment
of yoyr claim covered by policy No. 5,666,783
—etc.

The attorney’s signature was forged to
this letter. The operator, armed with the
check and letter, presented himself at the
bank and requested that it be cashed. When
questioned, he launched into a voluble story,
and handed the banker the lawyer’s letter
which bore the bogus phone number. “Call
it if you want to,” he
offered.

When the number as shown on the letter-
head was called, the confederate in the
phone booth answered. He assured the
bank that the check in question was bona
fide, and another hoax was added to this
gang’s long list.

Forgers like to pose as important pro-
fessional or businessmen. A large Michigan
bank was swindled by one of this type who
represented himself to be a doctor. ;

He called at the bank and told the officials
that he had just moved his practice to this
city and wished to open an account. A few

days later the bank received a letter, pre-

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open door of the Hollywood Bar and

Grill, stopped for a moment on the
cool threshold as their eyes surveyed the
place. Then they made their way to the
deserted bar. %

The almost imperceptible pause in the
doorway as their shifty eyes went over
the place was a characteristic gesture
which marked them as denizens of the
underworld. In this jungle in the heart
of the civilized world the struggle for
survival is elementary. Being able to
recognize danger spots makes the dif-
ference between living and dying.

The pair stood at the bar, mopped their
faces with their handkerchiefs, for it was
the early evening of a steaming hot
August day in 1940. The bartender ap-
peared in front of them and asked them
what they would have. The men ordered
Chianti wine. The bartender moved off
to fill the order. The shorter of the pair—
dark-haired, long-nosed, sullen-faced—
passed his hand over his eyes in a weary
gesture.

“Y’m dead on my feet,” he said.

“You ought to try sleeping nights.”

His companion was tall, slender and
thin-lipped.

“The way I feel I could sleep for a
week.”

They didn’t notice the man dressed in
a sporty, light tan suit who walked up
to the bar and stood alongside of them.
They paid no attention to him until he
cut into their conversation.

T= two men walked through the

“You’ll get plenty of sleep now,” he
said calmly.

The sullen-faced man thrust out his
chin pugnaciously, opened his mouth to
say something but no words issued from
his lips, for in the right hand of the new-
comer there appeared a snub-nosed re-
volver. The man holding the gun looked
squarely into the eyes of the shorter
victim as his finger tightened on the
trigger. An orange spurt of flame leapt
from the muzzle of the gun and a roar
filled the bar-room. Again the gunman
pressed the trigger. Two slugs smashed
into the shorter victim’s head. With blood
streaming down his face from two gaping

wounds he reeled along the edge of the

bar.

The gunman now turned his smoking
weapon on the thin-lipped man, fired
three shots in quick succession. The
first slug tore into the left cheek while
the second two slithered through the
abdomen.

A terror-stricken waitress, rooted to
the spot by fear, stood between the killer
and the door. The deadly gun aimed at
her body. For a split second the killer
hesitated and it was obvious to both the
girl and the bartender that he was de-
bating whether or not to send a slug
into her.

The waitress found her voice. “No!”
she screamed, shielding her face with her
hands. “Don’t!”

The killer brushed past her and ran
into the street. He wiped the stock of

* He killed two men and got away.
Then a year later when he thought he
was safe someone saw his picture in
the T. D. Line-Up, and the one thing he
couldn't contradict caught up with him

BY

FRANCIS C. PRESTON

the gun against his jacket, flung it
from him, ran north along New Utrecht
Avenue.

The thin-lipped victim, mortally
wounded, staggered out into the street,
picked up the discarded weapon and tried
to point it in the direction of the dis-
appearing killer. He managed to get the
gun to his hip when his strength failed
and he toppled unconscious to the pave-
ment. By the time the ambulance from
the Harbor Hospital in Brooklyn, New
York, arrived on the scene, the short
victim was already dead. The thin-
lipped one died in the hospital an hour
later. :

Patrolman Jacoby of the 62nd Precinct
was first on the scene and his call brought
the officers from the homicide squad and
local detective division hurrying to the
death scene. It was obvious to the in-
vestigating officials that robbery was not
the motive for the double murder; that
the two dead men had been marked for
assassination by the triggerman in a pre-
arranged plot for a reason that was not
readily apparent.

There were no marks of identity on
either of the dead men and a detective
from the Bureau of Criminal Identifica-
tion fingerprinted each of them and
telephoned the classification to Inspector
Joseph Donovan who heads this branch
of the service. A checkup ‘with the files
brought forth the information that the
sullen-faced victim was Orlando Rava
and the thin-lipped one, Peter D’Ula.

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Both men had records as robbers. Their
offenses were known in the underworld
as “legitimate” ones since the victims
were honest citizens.

Lieutenant Meehnan, in charge of the
detectives investigating the case, learned
that the victims, after having served
time on “legitimate” robberies, had
turned their efforts to illegitimate ones,
although the law-abiding would describe
their offenses vice versa. Anyhow, they
began to prey on their own kind. The
victims they selected were gamblers,
dope peddlers, madams and prostitutes.
Lieutenant Meehnan knew of these ac-
tivities only through underworld gossip.
For obvious reasons there were no official
complaints.

The first move in the investigation was
to trace the murder gun which was found
lying alongside of the body of Peter

D’Ula. It was a Smith & Wesson, .38
caliber short, bearing serial number
227780. It contained five empty shells
and one unused one. The trail on this
weapon dead-ended in a Jersey pawn-
shop where records showed the purchaser
had given a fictitious name.

The second move was to uncover the
identities of the underworld characters

who had been victimized by this pair. -

Within two weeks the photographs of

several book-makers known to have |

been held up by them were assembled
and shown to the waitress who had
been an eye-witness to the slaying. She
selected the photograph of Edmund Sileo,
a thin-faced, dark-complexioned gam-
bler with a short police record.

“There,” the woman said with con-
viction, “is the man who committed the
murders.”

“Are you certain of it?” Lieutenant
Meehnan asked.

“Nothing can ever make me forget that
face,” she said with feeling.

Lieutenant Meehnan’s men _ learned
when they vainly sought Sileo that the
fugitive had disappeared from his. usual
haunts on the evening of August 3rd,

which was the night of the murder. And, -

despite the most intensive search put into
operation through a confidential police
alarm, the’ killer’s whereabouts re-
mained a mystery.

After a year of unsuccessful effort,
Inspector Donovan handed this writer
a rogues gallery photograph of the
wanted man and asked that it be run
in the Line-Up department of TRUE
Detective. This was done and shortly
thereafter a reader called in person at
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= OBLEMS il pf me oy : ;
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“ied. seeretary. of th New | a When first he appeared, timid, dif-
» Newspaper Asseciation,) GAVE UP HIS LIFE FOR KILLING! tident China bey, at the Rogers’ ranch,
a nehéon at t ; OF LOUIS JOHNSON AT No doubt he had been smuggied In
onday Tancheon at the ; :

Cowt Club > ‘at. 32] NINEVEH JUNCTION ) Across the frontier. But the Rogers’
aivaday:. The luneneon. was | ae were not interested in how he had at
ley the direction of ihe farm | Details of Crime Are Familiar to| rived; they wanted a cook, and Wing

for tu purpose of | Every Citizen of County—Business claimed that he could fit fhe Job.
it the newspaper men Man Was Killed in His Own Store That was iu the days of the Kog-
ot : in January, 1921—Condemned Man are" supremacy’ in. Calavera county.
sWwhoour of the early | Faced Death Bravely—Body Buried | There Were. JUICE MRRECS Se tae
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PEE ee qi-| in the Family Plot Beside Father in| Wife, Ellen; young Mr, Charles, fa

ad. the aleuing. Conds Hancock Cemetery son, and Ella, the daughter. Wing
wey during. the fore- Bene : . Ne ami 0 ea ena F
hi epladane oneaee Herbert W. Smith gave up his life ivalvd a Melon eee eee
eb al ab Previons eN se 4 ee ; : : ‘ p il "elnbie ie Hie
Se of the editors and} in the electric, chair at Sing Sing ance, there yecurred the flooding of
fihe count) had made the} vrison Thursday night tor havi ng shot | the dam.
wit wit There were} ang killed Louis Johnson at Nineveh| ‘The snows had melted fn the moun-
Sey “di 5 "EASS ™ i “ 7  ¢ : ‘ ogy ee eee 7”
é ae hg a0 Junction on the morning of January ans, hae the at rc. was rans
10) 2 Ue aeheon, “ . : , . TOUR Tren?
we S ws ngs ne 30, 1921. Smith appeared unmoved as ate. an ef Des tie me oe
hiker, ate ‘is Atte he. was Jed" to: be "ehatr. | slipped 61 rie sage Kinet ‘and: bu
rh rae ctthid GVEISS: ACOs i i et Ubi race, ez k
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of hom bureau and ‘ pe f : we pent _, an instant was struggling ia the whiri-
‘RG The convicted man was placed in ing ‘torrent.
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Ty" t pam . « b na
Je hens. nounced dead at 11:17. Smith, who rs

fe Juncheon Which WO8ta os attracted’ wide attention by hie| ums. \Ving, thot-—they..might have

jor (he Giveciion of Mrs. P.| o . # ee rt hth ‘eat day'a seen him hesitate a fraction of a sec-
idea eins whien. by the sketeh work bce ns as ie ay in he jond before he jumped,
Ghieie 4kchavery- deiatt porn ee idee ry the chaplain he! yive iminutes luter he staggered. up

hans vei said he “w ready te 00

wid table diséyssion | AG Be “was he Ito the. ranch house, drippiug water,

enictent co-operation

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he farm and home bureaus
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Cait} ‘ iyhaca,' Prof,

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said, putting ‘a few finishing touches
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is nothing doing.”

Smith's body will be brought to
Wanecock, his .former home,: and
funeral eer ysee will be held Sunday
afternoon act 2:80 o’cloek in the un-
dertaking parlors of Beers & Son at
Hancock. The Rev. Harry E. Wilijams
Will officiate. Smith’s mother, two
brothers and a sister reside at Han-
cock. He will be buried beside his
father in the family plot.

Letters Full of Hope

According to Howard M. Reed of
ifancock,-who knew Smith well and
who has. been in receipt of letters
lrom the condemned man every twice
a week, states that. Smith’s letters
were always full of hope, not that he
would be pardoned but that nis com-
ing death was truly justified,

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employes of the: office; Wards follows: .
Kirst Ward—Merton TL. Hunt, cap-|
biie’s: errors. 1120 letters tain; J. L. Millspaugh, R. C. Chapman,
lirectory serviee for want! bL. C. Parsons, FE. B,. Lyon, Frank V.
bit and address, causing | Fernalld, M.. M. Blakeley, Edw.-T.
ye ee detters tailed 1.0 | Nash, Jas, C,,OtHara, Arden Jones, VW.
pashuge, ofter causing} W. Smith, A. J, Bramer, Clayton Her-
N24 1 tters vere ime prick, To k, Wands, David fee D. HH.
od us to-States, there -Curnadia, Frank S. Powell, C. H. Hunt,
ith a plree of the? E. S. Moore, HW. oA. vanies Frank
etiers Were received] Clark, L. A, Cevasco, Wm. Brennan,
: vers: SVddo were res | W. J. Mein, Harnion Walworth, Chas.
treet number; and} Kroeger,
other @; second Ward—M, D, Aldrich, eap-
rikde py ao post of-; taing ALN. Cobb, Tn. As Frink, Geo.
ere of Tectérs brown! Nagel, Orin Thompson, S. EB. Johns,
litte faever Sage, B. Diamond, Miovd Cow-
t les Prank Kelley, Leon Walworth, T.
rik Lie cle: Je Manning. Hernan Hall
in Third Watd«- Jaines° S.- Flanagan,
tou h) captain, J. M rsyde, Cyrus Highs
} potty z Ke OSs. tg eb peat ax BAO Thee We BS EE i ae

“so I |

favor,” he j in his arms,

' After that Wing’s position Was Se-
cure. Mr, Rogers gave him a hundred
dollars, and heard that he had in-

vested it in a citrus company, eaters
was booming in those days. Burin

the-years that followed rumors ecea-

sioually reached the Rogers’ ears that
W ing—he was then in the trausitiun
stage, between Old Wing and Young
Wing—had become a capitalist in a
spall way. They questioned him
sonietimes, but only received a biand,
celestial simile.

W ing was never a good cook, a
of course be could not be disposed: of.
He was faithful, if a little erratic. It
was he who bruke off Miss Ella’s im-
pending match with young Lurrabee
by bundling the latter neck and crop
out of the house. Larrabee siopped
fighting after Wing had whispered in
his ear, Subsequently it was found
that W ing had saved. ‘Miss Ella from
a great scandal. ,

She married Hamar Johnson, and
they lived on in the Same house cafter
the older generation had passed away.
Mr. Charles, who was a beche! ar,
tried to get him to work for him, but
Old W ‘ing had a curious dislike fur
hiin—ney er spoke to. him, and always
scowled when he -was near. ir

South New Bariin,
i pienie of tha Dajptis
{ : ¥ e
peunday sehools of
jheid at’ Chenango Las ese
1il was a very pleasan ti Riy i
'Rev. Mr. Webh; the Method ato:

.) HOUSE

? j Ef

assisied by
charge of the sports,
present. A fime dinner
various kinds of
cold meat, salmon seans, }
‘pie, cake and ice erevim,swas

The Rev. Mr. \Wesver 6
New York will on
church saber lpa

Phe annual 3 QUIN
ants of Henry ani
held at the Merhodi Oi
Thursdas, Auge dly ‘ey
fentertained by Mi. and. Mrs. W
Coy and son Kenneth: - 1. was
enjoyable occasion. A fine
was: served,

The Rev, and Mra. FF.
of Binghamton were ina
fhe weel-end is
Mr. and Mrs. ii. N.
| ed in the Baptist. church
ing. Mrs. Tomlingou save an interes
ing talk to the Sunday
noon hour.

;. Miss Marguerite Wild atteuded
'{uncheon at the Sherbarne {nn
day given in honor of iss
; Atwood of Norwich, who i3 slow
la bride:

The Rev, and Mrs, L. ®:
were entertained Sunday at the heme
of the Misses Mabel and Adela
Sherburne.

Miss Ruth Dixsor, is:.visiti

woGdal. 2s
SONSIS {Ia

Saiaas,

mes

ih

Yo Tors
this

GVEYKr
HSrgBer se prea)

sun

W ne ele

and Mrs. Clifford Surton ar W

Burlington. pe
Chapter E. of the Ladies Aid Sor

ty Will meet with Mrs. Jennie PR

and daughter, Mrs. FE. J. (Hi

quilt will be tied: and suppe> «

to the members and their fanzills

Mrs. Carrie Adirn of Morvi

Mrs. L. E, Dixson Wednesday
n00n,
The Rev, and (Mrs. Tu; uA.

Schenevus have been yisitiny
in this village this week.
Mrs. George Barre is visit
tives at Norwich,
Dr, L. E. Dixson was ealled te
Oneonta Monday and Thersday

$

his niece, Mrs. George Web

CMS

is Seriously ill,
Mr. and Mrs, ! WwW.
called to Guilford S Galniis
serious ilmess of hi }

| imogene Harvey,

{

Charles was killed bya fall frota hie |

horse later, 3

That was in the days of depression,
The Rogers—now Johnson—properties
had shrunk and dwindled. The dam
dried up. Things grew desperate,

“We'll have to tee Wing ‘go, ” said
Johnson.

“But we can'r,” his wits protested,
“He saved ny breather s life.”

“That was. long ago 5

“Why doesn't he go back to Ch!

They movited the point to Wing, FH
must have saved up enough money
bea real capitalist ins nis own eoun-

oa?
e

to |

of this village is taking Cure

Mr. and’ Mrs, A. I. Dixsan

iT

of

as, Mass., have been guests
tives: here this wéek.

Mrs. Hazel cand jeXpects to, ge
New York city. Lb last of this

where she has a position.
Mrs. Clyde Davis and ~'Son,

of West Burlington visited her siste

Mrs, Evy “Utter Thursda:

POOL” ILL
i en
Poolville, Sept, 2.--A sn
fownspeople  atiended te a
‘faty this week,
I MY. ang Mes. fia 2
‘tuned from their vip
} Kitis.
My. and Mrs. jFred. Tacit
rand Mis. Ernest. Maxson ari
HYreugh the norihera par of cus
Lhis week.
Mr: and. Mas. Chiarte *
Visiting. refatives sin Gann
Mrs HA Bele re ire
from a month's Visi Vl
é APT LECT, ,
nd. Airs. Man
i Pete ait 1

ry. Why didn’t he go?

“NO understand,’ -sald Old—now
Very Old Wing, mumbling out of ‘his |
toothlegs guns.

“Hell have to goo’ Bla.” suid her |
hustyind:a Vir: Inter. "Pim at the send
of my resouress, Tf Whig tulseufive
thousand dollars 1 cmuld panh ovfothar
deal with the citrus couipany, te
take you into the city te live dec: atl»,
But we're finished’ '

Old, Wing eame. bas “Pio Wig,
Cal ical Fobagan. “Ohl VOU Te {
thousand dolls ?*

{aie mm OU tt

Oil Ww Ines 8s Wrinkled

gee we ee Oe

Mis, Kina Jon nso “ee

tHe Pcie sib aot

c

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af
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y

RMAN

m in his
he little

victim

freight train.
ver of sparks,
oot, the engi-
‘rain vanished

ction of the

from,” he re-
i here and the

here's nothing

alroad people

what gets me.
of town,”

H jail”

id, “but don’t

t. Where did

reared their

-*
\

1 miles of it.
e in an hour,
and started
make himself
feet.
which were
ily warning

ried down to
volver and

ited every

DETECTIVE

4

(Right) Charles Abel, shrewd detective employed by the
Ontario and Western Railway, discovered the broken links
of the fugitive’s. handcuffs in the cellar of a farmhouse

7

(Below) Interior of the ‘Johnson store. In the post-office
booth at far corner the father was telephoning when he
heard the shot that took the life of his son, Lewis

a

de Se iets: | rn Chates AVI ;
vere Y Pasay On eer ee Co oo He, ' : te he heme oO
» a A ifinto. every ay: fiabio space they ‘at be ie *eof Saat $ ioe 5
wa The" threuch the long atternoom. throu, i ith hes siew | “Moa and bo.) Brair ss
‘ ‘ ind | the Kumming up of the twos weer. | a ia bos oS a pitas West Tn
mS 98 through the charge to the jury by eR Mrs E HRD of” Binchanwan. bho reer f Mr. and) Mrs
F ' ; 5 he = mt fe NTs, aN. 66008 OF bingnkanvon. f Wi the chame of Abi ate!
tN ST Laoure, Wnundreds of faces, glaze spending some time with her sister. Horton Sund
try a jj them sympzethetic, some of then: if te Vr : a8 tr eae a and rr Hiram Hotdridse :
tap ji terested, some of them merely eurions, | Dr. Cramh of South Otselie was} oo hoy h visited at the home ory
fod fogntcy at xoltd wall fom OMe ae a | called Sunday io see Mrs. Otis Gard-|eomons Sumida) falc
Derk te tho: walls ofMhe comms Ouag, hner, who ds im poor health ’ ' ON. and Afvs. Hard Chipp and fan
: hl 1 ai Py Saat} A © © . . . ant ate . na < tre Wy
bette. Hen period of Judge’s Charge To Jury. Paced Bellinger and E. D. Darlin: apent Sunday with Mr. and Mrs,
er S. oS ey + > la busi- vin y rt lh.
Oo the jury into wh : Oo agy ientlente "of the jury!:—You haye! were in Plymouth Saturday on bUst- tier ye ne a bbss'is iss Wie dry 30h
ca givenethe facts in thep | eolacke, A & mber of! ness. Mrse R.A. Whines :
fle againet Terbert W_| been selected str ee Ive Charles Sherwood commenced draw - wigs Monda
104 Tuesday} Ue citizens of this county as twelve! . wwieh April 2. Clarence Ames Visited at the ho
. ee Paced u wesas P " 5 ANDi arence cies aS
ial Lesa Beat, see men satisiactory to the people and the fag milk to OR ted South - *hinons. Fridny:
P ther Verdiet. defense to determine the question Pa Mrs. Edith Tollett visite in SOUT Se Wry] pes C " ett aie peer ‘a
‘Oo Vou pereed upon aperr ce 3 hg . ay isc | Plyme Se lay and Sunday. Mrs. Mabe} Lottridge = ¢ a
i. ape eae per issue between them. You have list | Ply it Been - Ps South Fiymou'h lavs of Jas weok With Mrs. Smit
BN IES Se ee ed ela commendable patience 1 eat in this oh ace last Thursda: Lottri H
*« : “ CEN Pic 4 * ove mm re . } ] dhe ¢ fUge .
Movaltbeder, atoks {the evidenee which has been given inj was ex! ike 2 ened io olin we . A. \auuaey “Hattea: a1
wal, Floyd Dexter, arose, this cause, and when I shall have states | , Clifford it 4 y after spending the |, me ot htt gtes, Mek. Rock: Ca
, ; : hich s } onday afte ronre ale 5 tc cea Bey
the rides of law to you wpich mmole | igh . oes at his home in thistyoun of Columbus Quarter, one
a aM ‘| guide you in reaching a decision, 1; Easter vaca ; de Snake
the de fondant: EUUTy GO shall have rendered all of the decision | place. ; detly spent. Sun: a orn Horten was in Sherbury
he Hrat-desren: in the province of the court. You will! Lewis Gross and family an r Iezra
Lo. were neor Smith saw his{ 4 te % i , ns it | mne of LE. J. Gardner Monday.
Ahaha poet a reels then take the case, and pass upon it) day at the ie Goes was in Norwich Mrs. Ovid Horton remains about ty
QUITE, Dut he s¢ ~ dict us the judges of the facets. ; Mrs. Ha 7 ines one
ete OH joou The The pant The law makes the eourt the 80:0; Monday on serine hoe secede cael
wat. in: bleh ae Ae itdge of the law; it makes you the ex-; Sherwood Brothers cow with par:
YAP y oY ye i "1 0 anrod ¢« s wae: y =
: air ats eee clusive judges of all questions of ee ae oe a“ an a MDTG ATADTE
he ariat er s.upon Yon the responsibility of: ties on Smyrna hill. i ' i ER
; aye puts.upen yOu. i . " the i
Be “sme that the ry Way e ; . ; 6 in-! ifion V usen was taken to the tit
Seiiags Radia ‘epee honesty and conscientiously determin-; Ono eens ah wae qneries rd
dy in its verdiet, the hls 1, ; hospita wursaay, ¢ . ° :
kN ce get ing them. . . teitia Friday. arter. Apri} #- 3%
ue In-the jail at the time, “You have shown by your attention! upon for appendicitis Frida; Columbus Quarter, = ne of
Se ee savin that you feel perfeetly the gravity of: Wm. Roberts called at the
tryis. vee h ise ng é ° c. ‘ .
or th hates. i the question you are about to deter- COLUMEDS O. Lamb, pets 4 dicate
nse at —_— nya n rey! ° bs n . Moy? your a! CTU
rowd of pcople fa ' mine both to the peopte and the de- . Mrs. R. D. Cal ge } ee:
fhe walk Ieading from inj oot" 1 ; ? 7 ° on 7 ating “e3 alle at the home ot
} vs sarge eee le aeross|!endani, and it may seem sunerarro Columbus, April 6—Anyone having ons called Cre atantne e3
he coed Lote little Satlon te-remind var aethe oath which, ‘news of interest will kindly telephone} Tuttle W i Ms ail , “
the eourt. hor se, ¢ it : 1 : Vou t Ganoune wa: Sy
> er co | hie tk ‘ Celia} YOu took when you entered the jr any | ‘or hand the same to the correspond Rev. * es + a di seelnn the
emt the opecple, s od Cell: box. I do it only to impress it for the! : Mrs, Wilwam Williams. Thank! burne, Hanclion and
cA Nae ‘he cefendart ‘ ent, Myr: at ,
_ Cheer wy,{ ast time upon your minds. you! day. isttad nt the hoe
hand to UE heer up, ; ; Oy rete . carl Roberts visited at tine dot
_ Reminded of Obligation. he| Miss Anita Mowry was a guest off Haz! - nt Cuélowd: Entel
' into the cotirt honse,| on ne geen atu Te, deplde ¢ el saibe Iva Hunter Wednesday night. Harry ister sallod a the hong
eee ee sobbing ;e2se upon the evidence. Hat | eXs}" Ir. etd Mrs. Olin) Mowry visited} Perry Hawley called : »
HPCE SAS RS MOO steers all resentment or prejudice iho parents, Mr. and Mrs. John] Lee Page Sunday. Cortt
€ De ba ® ? a reyes iy mlin t 1
gat, agains! the defendant, as well as all Mowry, Wednesday red Cammenga was in t
. Pre ee re % 1? ty ‘ 1 oe - ’ ny .
“Minutes. datas Lae 8 vege rf y[ty and eomnniseration for him Dea- ? The Sn inbisey Club will take an ex- Monday and pueitey : . er "
feure of a BEE svhegpee: uhubeton ‘nnn ‘ph alin: ad ‘ortunate position | Maries to ties Chiat mountains Fri- Mr. and Mes. C. ¢ ( ie ay a :
ee ES ACE is cen ia which he is placed day evening at the home of William] Mrs. Earl Lamy visited a Pi Sundat
4 5 . 4 bu as » ‘a & o_ 7. - Le ig evubipdibes
pee: SoH ule Feeg, As Be “You ate not to consider the On LW Tilliams. Single ticket, one smile; | H. J. Mosher at New Berlin Su hs
Md JUS ' ; a a5) Pyke IPONL KEVOT
Clerk, he said-just two sequences of your verdict. The tae Willi trip, one smile and a hand- D. Evans and fa ie ae pe.
‘fixes the ponishment and it is not fot! ake : days Inst week with Mr and M
logree. * the fury to question the wisdom of the: The Wome Bureeu will bo. enter- | Linn sodas.” Linn Hodes and ti
Smith atks : day|'2@v which provides capital punish- tained by Mrs, William Williams April] Mr. and Mrs. Linn ailne isto
nterviewed on _ Wednesdas mont for murder in the first degree. 13 for dinner, Sewiug will be the sub-| tle son, Clair, visited ape ihe
we é th , ¥ zy ’ or ¥ allernoon.:
uth parties out the following Thet provision has been enforced for Feet for instruction. Win, Roberts Sunday a = vet +i
o the newspapers: many cenerations. It hag been defend- Wallace Simmons is spending a few The Columbus Quarter clin abla
‘ y . : a a ‘ a 2a  CAINDHAL! Es
aciieve that they should ed by our best and ablest men, aul a s at the home of William Wil-j} conduct an attendance mu a
: > ¥ > Ms « mit anit tay “VE
me guilty OF eta i the jury have no legal or moral right! Neen: the months of April and ?
+t} t it n an, o. ‘ . o y ay ha Ire. j
Be fe Eek ota . 1} ‘ jt| '@ auostion or nullify it. i Mr. and Mrs. Audrey Putnam and, membe1 bring’ © Fi H. Ganoune visite
ain seerul 80%) Ee 18, . “Of course you know that the indict= David, have reached here from Rey. and ATES. ‘ I he nC rh Avi
ty friende at Fis . nes ’ > of Jo ahoun Thus
My friends at en ment is not a murder. charge. ‘Indiana, having purchased the Ed/at the home of John i
SS ATER nt It appraises the defendant. of the charge’ Dryant cari. | day.
¢ Q Lam thanhktni OAHO ON | ehich the people of the state make i margeruneian
ay . ay creanend capone ane aqua, HOA Tieeaae ~ eT
of Norwich. whip aw | euninet Mme it te tne complaint. which’: — i wi ok aaa
i PANE ea! the grand jury makes, representing or- eae
bout. f QUiy WV Bae ' ™} YY f the iIn- }
oo oti by ganized society. The terms o * €) fn
SGM IBY. DIREC EREUE TAY'| Hedtpenk hoes, Naya ebnie down to us Ri ° Automobile Wher.
 samiiiianes Aine from other days. 9
1 ye TB ‘elo ‘ a > | ity Biehe
Sea ene ee ee cecal: Fleet DegeegM@rder Defined, | Don't take any chances on that new pat ry ¢ |
to appeal for a now “J “hace tite ‘may be Ina posi- | owe my SUE
gt . norder that you may be Ina} y ‘ome In and tet am msure 4
Pen fete rene hen fy say whether the ovidenco be. il withoui bemg 1 WS sured,
es So canst Vero eee f : iy ‘ f '
Cap We rent ‘. Wiskd aa {fore vow setistion you that the one it ancl carry the risk and nol VOU. id , ; i
Of hhaisedt cath thi capper. te p y, 1 will eall your attention . stire with the
: ant is pullty, T will eall 3 i thy Shou sure W
dty cy : ; f ‘ s WwW Ou Ss
Was or uf : Be: aye to the definition of murder in the firat! A fe wf yeasons \ hy 7 bi L; bi li { Insura nce |
seusecehyy At Hat Trour, ' > ance i
ay Tovonnbthop trike Semeee. 4H} Merchants’ Mutual Automobile Liability shag d |
Me) aida oe. Med RUNES ON kéllinss of a human being, un-| |
fellogrsd Will sentence less it is exeusable or justifiable, is} Company:
: murder in the first degree, committed, i largest automo- |
Chaineelyt ° “yf fre Neon. Without design to effect death, by +. The Merchants’ Viutual i 1S the « N Yo 7 |
; : . ae on * that i meer ( ori '
minu Atts ‘person in the act of committing ai ve muinal casualty i insurance company in | YOY es
Disiriet Attorney! | felony,’ of S ‘
PULInG! vi the ease; wphe defendant is charged with tate. d t mo) ite |
ey - > » 2 ro, ° + é: t
Herher a! moe | murder in the first ee ag ante 2. The Merchants’ Mutual has saved automo)
murder ewis continued. “ft is charged that on the! 4 hree
’ ! ; tinued. t - HO fH t cars. }
Joa Su) Tl niente of Januacy 36, 1921, he entered owners about $209,000 i Wee ae ae over three. |
Yury saye { , } q J ba | f ‘ « 7 4 PER. i
vh Juntion. tthe store of one George A. Johnson at ai The llerchants liutual wil write ont rt
. : ; ’ ? : ,
Summ Up. Nineveh Junction-~ ‘ ents | oe niums this coming |
: my ott ro. There followed a resume of a , quarters of Q TAO dollars in premiums this i
Piending the charge made against Smith and of | * | year. +s if
ye. Lee story of the erie, ° ; Aj rt n ’ ° 1 smIMeLvVISIOn |
Jon “Weaomay eliminate from this case A rho Merchants’ Mui Ua al is uncer the supers ‘aiden
ejyer Vi Win) @ Xe “ j
ine ; ge dedi . ‘
ist tg steat consideration of axcusable: or eee um i § of the N Yeu 7 "orks The surance Be enar rtm? te, i
= oy omicide, fer there is nothing aes °. > »
i. o} mM ape homi Ge, fo TOOT an * ; me b Ty 3 vat diag an . af % 1 oxey
R T , £ i - LIVE YVOUm. Hest
. unfor-, here {0 ‘ghaw Ques RoMab- ned: o. the Merchants’ Mutual will give yo eee |
}obeea Burgary in Third Degree. ; service end at a cavine of anvwhere from wo £0 O29. 1
is, ‘ “Phe erie af Geek ry iu the thicd u oy CARR Whe GL AV dame We Clde | nr fy £1, say: Sees er
. a im \ CME feet Dv enterin: ’ Ds fj TT rest nebey os Our ates are ZOE; vO} rel tals a a r¥
y ise a ‘ “ ‘ ‘ me A he: yah, eas Gn ow ats pean 3 Sweet 4
1} FaGie) ae ae Ors Me, Patho § oe ; SELES SE :
7 Pisa, weenehe entercd toe O€NET COMbAaNRyY. S
7 : ' , hy rea din It ; Sa: oe “
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7 4 Lit i af fs 3 4 fy 7 Sue f° ; 4 ‘@ wd LD, ae a
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4

SMITH, Herbert W., white, elec.

en |

4%

ITH a final twist of the screwdriver, George A.

Johnson, seventy-two, postmaster and storekeeper

at the little crossroads community of Nineveh

Junction, N. Y., arose from his knees and grinned
at the younger man beside him. 8

“Well, son,” he said, “I think this will do the trick. There
won’t be any more slip-ups. The next one who breaks in
here is going to get caught with the goods.”

The son, Lewis, forty-two, gave a nod of approval. “It
looks good, Dad,” he replied. “Whoever breaks in here turns
onthe alarms at your house and mine. And your idea of
putting a switch on the outside of the building so we can
light up the store before going in is perfect.”

Both men were proud of their work. They felt it was an
improvement on their former arrangement. Nine times the
old alarm had rung, and nine times the Johnsons had caught
intruders in their store. But just a few nights earlier, the

alarm had failed and a burglar had got away with a small ,

quantity of merchandise.

Deeply conscious of his responsibility as postmaster, the
elder Mr. Johnson immediately had installed another alarm,
and as an extra precaution had added the new method of
illuminating the interior.

That night, after they had finished their work in the store
—which dealt in old coins, groceries and other merchandise
besides being the junction post office—the two men stood
talking outside before leaving for their homes.

“You know, son,” the older man said, “I think a lot of
my stock, but I think more of protecting Uncle Sam’s
property.”

“You'd think the Government would do something about
these robberies, wouldn’t you?” Lewis asked.

“That’s right,” the father replied. “If the post office were
robbed, Uncle Sam would be right on the job. But don’t
forget, it’s a lot wiser to lock your barn before the horse is
stolen.” He stifled a yawn. “Come on, let’s go home now,
I’m tired.”

The time was about nine o’clock on the night of January
30th, 1921.

An icy wind whipped around the shoulders of the two
men. Snow, heaped in towering piles by the big plows which
kept the country roads open, flanked the road.

In the distance a shrieking whistle and the rumble of

24

NYSP (Chenango) August 31, 1922.

BY WILLIAM A. SILVERMAN

When Lewis Johnson (left) helped to install a burglar alarm in his
father’s store and post office at Nineveh Junction, N. Y., he little
thought that it would lead to his becoming the robber’s victim

heavily-laden wheels heralded the approach of a freight train.

Closer and closer it roared, and, amid a shower of sparks,
rolled through the junction. With a friendly toot, the engi-
neer signaled the sleepy little village and the train vanished
around a bend.

Lewis waved an arm in the general direction of ‘the
railroad.

“That’s where a lot of our trouble comes from,” he. re-
marked. “Those trains slow down going through here and the
tramps drop off.”

“Yes, I know it,” his father replied. “But there's nothing
much more that we can do about it. The railroad people
are on the watch all the time. Still that isn’t what gets me.
I just can’t figure out how those fellows get out of town.”

“Well,” Lewis laughed, “some of them are in Jail.”

The old man nodded his head. “Yes,” he said, “but don’t
forget the one who got away the other night. Where did
he go?” :

He gestured toward the- towering hills that reared their
white. peaks on all sides of the little community.

“Tee and snow,” he said. “Just miles and miles of it.
Why, a man would freeze to death out there in an hour,
especially on a night like this.”

He pulled his scarf tighter around his neck, and started
to walk away. .

“Good night,” he shouted, in an effort to make himself
heard above the roar of the wind.

“Good night, Dad,” the younger man replied.

The dry snow crunched gratingly under their feet.

The two men went directly to their homes, which were
about a block apart, and retired for the night.

At two a.m. the dual alarm tinkled its chilly warning
simultaneously in both dwellings.

Immediately alert, the men dressed and hurried down to
the store, the father armed with a .45 caliber revolver and
the son with a shotgun and a .382 caliber revolver.

They met in front of the store.

“You go around to the side,” the father whispered. “T’ll
go up the front way and switch on the floodlights. Be
careful.”

The younger man sped silently to the side of the building.
The side door was ajar and as he reached it, his father turned
on the switch. A sudden burst of hight illuminated every

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then said, “I sure have! It’s mine.
Where did you find it?”

“It was dropped in a barn by the
murderer of Lewis Johnson,” Sheriff
Hovey said.

Belasco’s jaw dropped, and he
stared at the sheriff in dumb amaze-
ment. The implication was clear from
the sheriff’s tone.

“You mean... you think .. . I did
it?” the woodworker stammered.

“That’s right,” the sheriff said. His
voice was firm, but he couldn’t take
his eyes off Belasco’s thick, curly hair,
his comparatively short stature and
his small feet.

“Wait a minute,” Belasco said
slowly, taking a chair. “Let’s take a
minute and figure this thing out. It’s
my knife, all right, and you say that
this killer dropped it. Okay. So how
did he get it? I haven’t seen it for
about a week or ten days. I use it
for wood carving, but I’ve got other
tools at home. So I didn’t think much
about it. I figured I must have mis-
laid it and it would turn up one of
these days.”

Belasco seemed to be talking half
to himself and half to them. Sheriff
Hovey let him go on, while he just
sat and watched. The worker had a
straightforward, direct manner that
made it difficult to doubt that he was
telling the truth.

“Now that I think about it,” Belasco
went on, “I first noticed it was miss-
ing the day after Herbie Smith left.
He used to room with my wife and
me, and about a week ago he moved
out suddenly without saying where
le was going. He was kind of a
funny, quiet guy, but I’m sure he
wasn’t a murderer.”

“What does this Smith look like?”
the sheriff demanded.

“He’s a big guy—at least six feet,”
Belasco said, “and he’s got kind of
light skin and brown hair. He used to
work over at the Acme Mill.”

Sheriff Hovey took the worn brown
cap out of his pocket. “Is this his?”
he asked.

“Sure,” Belasco said in amazement.
“That’s the cap Herbie wore all the
time.”

“Then he must be our man,” the
sheriff concluded. “And from here on
it’s only a matter of tracking him
down. We’ll get a list of his friends
and relatives, if any, and have them
watched. He knows he’s a hunted man,
and sooner or later he’s going to try
to hide out with someone he knows—
and then we’ll have him.”

HERIFF HOVEY was back in Bing-
hamton sitting in the office of Dis-
trict Attorney Truesdell. Detective

Abel was there, and the three of them
were going over the list of people
with whom Herb Smith might pos-
sibly try to seek refuge. Smith’s co-
workers at the Acme Mill had sup-
lied most of the names, and Bart
elasco furnished the rest. The sheriff
tearned from Belasco that Smith was

something of a ladies’ man, a fact -

borne out by the list of his friends.
Of the fourteen rmames, nine were
women.

Investigators were dispatched im-

mediately to question these fourteen
persons, to watch their homes closely
and to keep in constant touch with
the District Attorney’s office.

“The mystery is solved,” Truesdell
said. “Finding Smith now depends
only on the technical efficiency of the
police force. You’ve done a great job,
Fred. How did you do it? How did
you know where to look for the owner
of that knife?”

“I’ve always had a lot of faith in
hunches,” the sheriff said, “and I had
a hunch that that knife held the clue
to the whole mystery—if we could
just figure it out. Those particles of
black walnut wood embedded in the
base of the blade had me stumped
for a while, even though I had found
out that very few lumber mills in this
vicinity handle black walnut any
more. At first I thought that the knife
must be a tool used by the mill hands
in their work, but wherever I went
I was assured that it wasn’t.

“So I asked myself,” Hovey went
on, “what sort of person would habit-
ually use a special kind of pocket
knife for working with wood, if’ it
wasn’t part of his job. The answer was
simple, but I must admit that it took
some time before it dawned on me.
Then suddenly I realized that the
owner of the knife either had a habit
of casual whittling or, more probably,
he used it for a hobby—like wood
carving or some other kind of wood
work. I was sure that it wouldn’t be
hard to find such a person—his hobby
would be known among his friends.

“And as it turned out, I was right.
One thing I didn’t count on, however,
was that the killer had stolen the knife
from the wood carver. Luckily, Bel-
asco remembered when the knife had
disappeared and therefore could tell
us who had stolen it. And that was
the chain of reasoning that’ll put
Herbie Smith, in the hot seat.”

A week passed with no news of
Smith. Then a phone call to the Dis-
trict Attorney’s office from one of
Smith’s girl friends informed them

that the murderer would be in Bing-

hamton some time the following week.
She had received a letter from Smith
telling her to be ready for him and not
to tell anyone that he was arriving.

Policemen were posted around her
house to watch for the fugitive, but
another week passed, and still there
was no sign of Smith.

Then finally, on the night of Feb-
ruary 19th, 1931, at twenty minutes to
eleven, policemen saw a man step out
of the bushes, glance furtively about
him and disappear into the girl in-
formant’s house. The officers moved in.

Twenty minutes later Herb Smith
was led into the District Attorney’s
office, where Truesdell, Detective Abel
and Sheriff Hovey were waiting. They
saw a large man with pale, shifty eyes
and a mouth that was set in a hard,
ugly sneer. Truesdell motioned for
him to sit down and proceeded to get
right to the point of the meeting.

“I suppose you know why you're
here, Smith,” he said. “You’re charged
with the murder of Lewis Johnson.
We know you killed him, and we
know why you did it.”

“You must be nuts,” Smith snarled.
“I didn’t do it, and you can’t prove I
did. I wasn’t anywhere near Nineveh
Junction that night.”

“You’re lying, Herbie,” Truesdell
cut in. “Your cap was found a few
yards from the scene of the crime.”

He held up the brown cap and
waved it under Smith’s nose. Smith
glanced at it and then looked coldly
at the District Attorney.

“That’s not mine,” he said. “I never
saw it before.”

“And what about this’ knife?”
Truesdell asked. “You must remem-
ber the knife you stole from Bart
Belasco and then dropped in the barn
where you slept after you murdered
Johnson.”

Smith’s hands twitched nervously in
his lap, and his face became several
shades whiter. “I don’t know any-
thing about that knife,” he muttered.
“If it’s Belasco’s why don’t you ask
him about the murder?”

Smith was obviously scared, but he
continued stubbornly to deny any part
in the crime, and the three officers
continued just as stubbornly to shoot
questions at him in rapid fire order.

After almost two hours of grilling
they were interrupted by an officer
who entered the office and handed
Truesdell a piece of paper. The Dis-
trict- Attorney read the report, and
turned to Smith.

“IT have just received word “from
the lab,” he said, “that your finger-
prints, taken before you were brought
into this office, are identical with those
found on the gun that killed Lewis
Johnson.”

For several moments Smith sat
motionless, staring at the floor.

“Okay, I did it,” he blurted out
suddenly, “and I’d do it again. Is that
what you want? Now for mercy’s sake
stop asking me any more questions!”

The three officers looked at each
other with expressions of relief and
triumph, as Truesdell rang for a
stenographer to take down the mur-
derer’s confession.

Six weeks later Smith was tried and
found guilty of murder in the first
degree. Almost immediately the coun-
sel for the defense demanded a new
trial. He claimed that the jury fore-
man had asked a guard whether it
was possible for a handcuffed man
to pick up a gun and fire it. The guard
had entered the jury room. during
their deliberations and showed the
jurors that it could be done very
easily.

A lengthy legal battle ensued, re-
sulting in the court’s decision to grant
a second trial, which commenced on
January 4, 1932. Smith was again
found guilty /and sentenced to die in
the electric ¢hajir.

He was exe et February 26th
in the prison @t| Auburn. A short time
later postmastet George Johnson died
as a result of|the wounds inflicted on
him by Herble Smith, who had al-
ready paid his debt in the hot seat.

Epitor’s Note: The name Bart Bel-
asco, as used in this story, is fictitious,
to conceal the identity of an innocent
person.


SCENE OF CARNAGE—

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Post Office and General Store at Nineveh Junction, New York, where doom of a

courageous postmaster and his son

of the New York State Police and
arranged for a party of searchers to
go after the fleeing killer.

It was then four o’clock in the
morning, and within an hour a posse
of over fifty men—detectives, State
Police Troopers and volunteer citizens
—had gathered outside the Nineveh
Junction post office and was making
its way toward the Chenango Hills,
following the murderer’s tracks in the
snow.

In the meantime Sheriff Hovey had
received word from Truesdell’s office
that George Johnson had regained
consciousness, and he hurried to Bing-
hamton to question him.

“His condition is critical,” Dr. Forbes
said, “and I must insist that you stay
with him only a few minutes. He
needs a lot of rest and quiet.”

The old man was unable to give the
sheriff any clues to the identity of his
assailant.

“T never saw him before,” the post-
master said, “and I didn’t get a good
look at him because his cap was pulled
down over his eyes, but I remember

was sealed by a daring, desperate assassin.

that he was a big, pretty tall fellow.”

“Was he wearing this?” the sheriff
asked, holding up the worn, brown
cap he had found near the post office.

Johnson looked at it thoughtfully
for a few moments. “It could be,” he
said at last. “Seems to me it is.”

Then, in a faltering voice, the old
man told Hovey as much as he could
of the events leading up to the shoot-
ing. He said that a burglar alarm
connected with the post office was in-
stalled in both his house and Lewis’s.
It was about two o’clock when the
alarm went off. He got up immedi-
ately, armed himself with a .45 and
hurried down to the post office. Half
way there he met Lewis, who was
carrying his .32. They entered the
store and captured the burglar with-
out difficulty. Lewis handcuffed him
and then apparently put down his gun
in order to inspect the pile of loot on
the floor.

Considering the danger to be over,
he, George Johnson, laid his gun
down on the counter in front of the
post office cage and went around be-

hind the partition to call the sheriff.
It was then that the burglar, hand-
cuffed as he was, evidently got hold
of Lewis’ gun and shot him before
either the father or son knew what
had happened. Hearing the shot, the
postmaster whirled around to see
Lewis sinking to the floor, blood gush-
ing from a bullet wound in his head.

He dropped the phone and made for
his own gun, but he was too late. The
killer got there first. In the struggle
that ensued, he beat Johnson on the
head with the butt of the revolver
until the old man collapsed on the
floor. The killer escaped through the
back door, while Johnson, hoping to
reach a near-by house for help,
dragged himself outside, where he
fainted face down in the snow, as
Hovey had found him.

HE SHERIFF drove slowly back to

his office in Norwich. He was be-

ginning to realize what he was up
against. A man who could shoot and
kill Lewis Johnson, beat up his father
and escape—and all while handcuffed
_-was no ordinary criminal. He kept
thinking about the footprints, the
brown cap, the two dark hairs. They
didn’t mean much now, but eventually
they would fall into their proper place

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Absolutely helpless,

the sheriff listened with rage and horror as the grim sounds of the

Ls Sates

through the cnain on nis nanacults,

Abel said. “If he did, the broken link

should be somewhere on the floor.”
He kneeled down and_= glanced

MAIN CLUE—
Sawdust embedded in this
knife caught a murderer.

VICTIM NO. 2—

in the murder pattern. He wondered
what that pattern would be.

He looked at his watch. It was eight
thirty. Quite a lot had been done since

he received the phone call from’

George Johnson approximately six
hours before. The man hunt was un-
der way, and by this time the killer
might even have been apprehended—

Elderly postmaster George Johnson died
in the hospital weeks after the attack.

“No,” Abel replied, “but we traced
him to a farm house about a mile and
a half the other side of Nineveh Junc-
tion. We lost his tracks a few hundred
yards out of town, where the snow
was frozen hard, but Frank Horton’s
bloodhounds picked up the scent and
led us to this farm house and then
around to the barn, where he must

quickly over the rough plank floor.
Suddenly his eyes fell on a small “C”
shaped piece of metal. He picked it up
and handed it to the sheriff, who ex-
amined it for a few moments and then
dropped it into his pocket.

Without saying anything, Sheriff
Hovey began walking slowly about
the barn, taking in every inch of the
place with careful attention. He
walked back to the stall from which
the killer had taken the straw for
his bed.

Suddenly he reached down and.

picked up something. It was a pocket
knife, slightly larger than the type
most men carry.

“Does this belong to you,” he asked
Langley, “or to any of your farm
hands?”

“‘No,’’ the farmer answered
promptly. “Can't say as I ever saw it
before.”

“Then it must have been dropped
by the killer,” the sheriff said. “I was
sure if I looked long enough Id find
some sort. of a clue. A _ hunted
criminal is bound to get careless and
leave something behind him. It’s in-
evitable. And I’ve got a hunch that
this knife, if we work on it carefully,
may be the clue that will solve this
case. I don’t know how yet, but often
it’s the seemingly unimportant clues
that start the ball rolling toward a
solution.”

HEN Sheriff Hovey got to Bing-

hamton, Dr. Forbes was ready with

his report on the autopsy. It stated
that Lewis Johnson had died from a
bullet wound in his head. The .32-
caliber bullet had entered the right
temple, traveled downward and lodged
in the left shoulder. It had been fired
from the .32 revolver found on the
floor of the post office and identified
by Mrs. Lewis Johnson as her hus-
band’s gun.

George Johnson’s .45 had not been

; or the searchers might have lost the have spent the night, because we found anywhere in the post office so
; trail completely. found a pile of straw that was it was assumed that the killer had
, It was too early yet for the stores squashed down like he had used it carried it with him in his flight.
r in Binghamton to have opened. for a bed. The hounds picked up his The funeral was held that afternoon
e Sheriff Hovey knew that it would scent again, and the searching party in the Nineveh Junction Community
e probably turn out to be a wild goose has gone on, but I came back here Church. Friends and acquaintances of
O chase, but he intended at least to make because I thought you would want to the Johnson family came from miles
>, an effort to trace the killer’s cap, and drive out and take a look around the around to pay final tribute to a fa-
e the store where it had been purchased barn.” vorite member of the community,
iS was the logical place to start. He Half an hour later Abel and Sheriff whose untimely death had come as
decided to catch an hour’s sleep before Hovey were talking to farmer Jack such a shock to the many who had
driving over to Binghamton. He was _ Langley, in whose barn the killer had loved and respected him.
to beginning to feel the effects of only taken refuge. Langley said he hadn’t And meanwhile, the sheriff received
P= three hours’ sleep the night before, noticed anything suspicious about the word that the searchers had been un-
ip and that would get him there just place until the party of searchers and _ successful in their efforts to trace the
id about the time the stores opened. bloodhounds arrived on the scene. killer.
er He lay down on the couch in his In the barn they found an old- His trail had been followed as far
ed office, and had just pulled an old army fashioned scythe that appeared to. as the state highway, where the
pt blanket over himself when Detective have seen many seasons’ work. One hounds had lost the scent completely.
he Abel burst into the room. small section of the blade, however, He had evidently caught a ride and
ey “Great news, sheriff,” he exclaimed. was shiny, where the dirt and rust driven to the next town, the next
lly What happened?’’ Hovey de- had been worn through. state, or perhaps even farther. The
. manded. “Did you catch him?” “He must have used this to file case was (Continued on page 62)
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going to be tougher than had at first
seemed likely.

Hovey shrugged at the news, picked
up the battered brown cap and walked
outside to his car. He proceeded to
the department store and showed the
killer’s cap to the men’s wear buyer.
“This was bought at our store, all
right,” the buyer said, “but we haven’t
carried this particular style of cap for
over two years, and there’s no pos-
sible way of tracing the purchaser.”

“I was afraid of that,” the sheriff
said unemotionally. He thanked the
man and left the store.

Back at his office, Hovey took the
killer’s pocket knife out of his desk
drawer and sat for a long time look-
ing at it. It measured about six
inches in length. The scratched case
was of bone and a cheap silver-like
metal. Sheriff Hovey opened the
blade, which was long and tapered
into a sharp point at the end. The
blade gave evidence, as did the case, of
the age of the knife. It was scratched,
and the blunt edge of the blade was
worn smooth and round.

But curiously, in distinct contrast
to the general appearance of the rest
of the knife, the cutting edge had
been sharpened to a razor-blade keen-
ness. The sheriff could tell that it
had recently been honed from the way
it gleamed, and the fact that the blade
had been worn until it angled in from
the base told him that it had been
sharpened many times.’

He touched his thumb to the cut-
ting edge. “Anyone who is in the
habit of keeping his knife this sharp,”
he said to himself, “must use it a lot,
and for a special purpose.”

Hovey brought the knife close to
his desk lamp. The blade socket was
solidly packed with particles of a sub-
stance, the nature of which the sheriff
was unable to determine. He took a

‘pen point from his drawer and dug

into the socket until some of the par-
ticles fell onto a piece of white paper
on his desk. Now he could clearly see
that they were small splinters and
particles of wood.

The sheriff sat for several moments
staring out of the window. Particles
of wood in a pocket knife. What did
they mean? What important infor-
mation could they give him? He had
the feeling, more strongly than ever,
that this knife held the clue to the
killer’s identity. But how was he to
translate it into practical, understand-
able terms?

Slowly he closed the knife and put
it into his pocket. Then he wrapped
the particles from the blade socket in
the white paper and put that in his
pocket, too. He walked outside to his
car, and fifteen minutes later he was

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HOT SEAT FOR HERBIE

CONTINUED FROM PAGE 21

sitting in the office of the Norwich
Lumber Company. Nick Lester, own-
er of the company, was sitting oppo-
site him with the white paper spread
out on the desk before him.

“These particles are too small,”
Lester was saying, “for me to tell
what kind of wood they are, but I'll
have our chemist examine them under
a microscope, and he'll give you an
answer in a few minutes.”

He sent for the chemist, who took
the white paper with the sample
splinters of wood to his laboratory
and returned in less than half an hour
with the report that they were black
walnut. .

The sheriff thanked him and turn
to Lester.

“So what’s the story on black wal-
nut?” he said. “I know it’s not a
particularly common wood, but where
does it come from? Is there much of
it in this part of the state? And what
sort of a person would use a knife like
this working with black walnut?”

“You’re right about it’s being un-
common,” Lester said. “It’s an ex-
pensive wood nowadays, and for that
reason we don’t buy much of it.
However, there are a few mills around
Masonville that handle some black
walnut. I can’t tell you why anyone
would use that kind of a knife in any
lumber work, but I’d suggest that you
go to Masonville and talk to some of
the fellows over there. They can
probably help you more than I can.”

Sheriff Hovey got the names of sev-
eral mills in Masonville and drove
there at once. By closing time he had
covered three of the mills with one
left to see the following day. Lack of
sleep was beginning to catch up with
him, and he decided to go back to
Norwich, find out what progress had
been made in the other phases of the
investigation, and then get a good
night’s sleep and be ready to start
work early the next morning, re-
freshed and alert.

The foremen at the three mills he
had visited had not given him any
information of value. They were un-
able to throw any light on the pe-
culiar use to which the killer’s knife
had been put in connection with black
walnut. The sheriff knew that there
was no logical reason why he should
consider that oversized pocket knife
so important.

Anyone else, he felt, would have
forgotten about it and proceeded with
the investigation along more routine
lines. But Truesdell, Detective Abel
and the State Police were taking the
conventional steps toward finding the
killer. They left no stone unturned

in their department, and Hovey, who
knew from experience the value of

these illusive, inexplicable hunches,
was determined to follow this one
through to the end.

HAT night the sheriff didn’t get the

sleep he wanted and needed. In-

stead, he lay awake for hours turn-
‘ing the case over in his mind. He
started at the beginning and went
over every detail carefully, thought-
fully; and finally in those still hours,
his thoughts began to fall into a defi-
nite, logical pattern—a pattern that
suddenly made sense. At first he
couldn’t believe it. It was too sim-
ple. But when Sheriff Hovey finally
dropped off to sleep, it was with the
firm conviction that he would have
the solution to the murder of Lewis
Johnson within the next 24 hours.

The sheriff was up early the next
morning. He covered the distance
between Norwich and Masonville in
record time and arrived at the Che-
nango Lumber Mill at eight o’clock.
He went directly to the office of fore-
man Bill Thompsorr.

“Do you recognize this knife?” he
asked. “Does it belong to any of your
employes?” aa

“I can’t say that I’ve ever seen it
before,” Thompson said.

“Then maybe you can tell me this,”
the sheriff went on. “Do you know if
any of your men do some kind of
wood work as a hobby?”

Thompson shook his head. “They
just work for me,” he said. “I don’t
know what they do when they go
home.”

“Are you sure?” the sheriff insisted.
“Think hard.”

“Well, now. I do remember,” the
foreman said. “Bart Belasco does
some kind of wood carving or some-
thing like that. I’ve seen him sitting
around during lunch whittling on a
piece of wood, and I’ve heard that
he’s got his house filled with wood
carvings that he made himself. But
I never saw any of them.” .

“That’s the man I want,” the sheriff
said triumphantly. “Have him come
in here, so I can talk to him.”

Thompson sent word to have Bel-
asco brought in, and then he turned
to Hovey.

“Belasco’s well liked around here,”
he said. ‘“He’s honest and a good
worker. I’d be willing to bet that

you’re wrong if you think he’s mixed

up in that murder.”

Bart Belasco entered the office, and
Hovey was slightly taken aback to see
a short, heavy-set man with a jovial
face and a head of thick, curly black
hair.

“Did you ever see this before?” the
sheriff asked, pointing to the knife.

Belasco looked at it in surprise, and

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tance
ful prison court yard.

trees. birds were singing.

warden’s office where the usual cer-

tificate of death was signed. by all.
present. ;

Frank R. Marvin, the officer who
brought Scott to Auburn, said after

in| ed considerably and that
5=58| ed at least
i Page, who was sheriff of Chenango
‘county

, the electrocution that Scott had chang-
he had gain-
40 pounds. Undersheriff
at the time the young man Was
‘sent to Elmira reformatory, said that

Scott had ceriainly undergone a re-
'markab’e change and was ine

‘physical conditicn. !
| ‘The antcpsy was held in the prison ,

, at 9:30 o'clock this morning. It Was |
expected that Dr. Paul B. Brooks of,
|

| Norwich, who was connected with the:

they dream as they were sweetly sing-
ing that a young man from Norwich , C@8¢ as an alienist, would be present,
had but a few seconds more to live, | at the autopsy, but he could not come,
| Intering the death chamber, the. In view of the fact that Scott’s near:
| witnesses. seventeen in number were. realatives are poor, Father Hickey of.
onee seated facing the instrument re‘atives are poor, Father Hickey of,
‘ Shosxe present were: George. Auburn, will take charge of the re: |
Zz Greene, under-sheriff of. proper burial in St. Joseph's Roman ;
6 eounty. Frank Ro Marvin of Catholie cemetery on ihe shores of the
| : Potin @eputy sheriff of Chen- heantiful Owaseo lake. Undertaker.
rnacee C. Tarbell of \W. HW. Meagher will have charge of
™ ogo Se heof of Alhany.s | the burial, whietr will take piace al 5
; Lic Wiikiew of Auburn; B. H. Bohl o’cloek this afternoon. 3
s : a ¢ . 2 TY are o 494th y {

tiie iia

xcellent |
,used at Auburn is wider on the chin | adjoining

‘strength. Mr. Datis tries to © send |

THE HORSE AND WAGON.
In which Scott and His Victim Drove Away From Norwich.

Davis has sent to death since electric- Of interest ‘to Assessors.

ity was adopted in New York state as!
a means of executing condemned men.|. Albany, June 14 (Special.)—-Attor-
This execution was the 33d at Auburn. | ney Genetal S Malley ‘has rendered an

‘opinion to the state board of tax com.

64 having been held at Sing Sing and missioners in which he held that if a

'17 at Dannemora prisons. Electrician | man owning a farm adjacent to the

n line in one town, purchased an
farm, across the line, in an-
‘other town, to add to it, and cultivated
‘the whole tract as one, both farms
‘became taxable in the first town, in

‘which the owner lives and has his
dwelling house.

Davis told me that the head-harness | tow
and forehead than the others although
for no special reason. In electrocu-
tions, the first contact of one minute
is usually sufficient. In Scott’s case,
three seconds more were added be-
cause of his unusual ~ physical

Powers Thinks Work Stiff.

enough electricity through the body

lead him to where the body was, he
could fix things with the sheriff sO
that Scott would have a chance io e€s-
cape. Scott bit.

Manacled to Mr. Harrington and ac-
companied by Sher‘ff Beardsley and
Deputy Sheriff Charles Robbins, Scott
started out. The officers were left
pehind at the entrance of the woods,
as Scott-thought. Scott led Harring-
ton to where the body lay only to
‘find himself trapped by the officers.
The key Harrington had would not
; unlock the handcuffs which bound the
together. On the trip
| through the woods, Scoit talked freely
‘with Harrington. He had shot the
“woman from behind, he A
iwound in the back of her neck cor-
‘roborated this statement. He had Jur
ed her into the woods on the prevext

jtwo men

said.

} ws 4
| that he wanted to pick up some chest- '

had, a few months before ihe murder
was comniitied. from
the Elmira refcrmatory, where he had
served a term for grand larceny° in
the second degree. While in tbat in
stitution he had said that he
ing back home and

been released

tAa
was

“do the old lady”

Summer Dances at Club.

A series of informal dances, ine!lnud-

ing one hop in each of July, August,
‘Sepienrber and October, has been a}
iranged at the Norwich club. The first
‘of the series wil] be given Friday ev
‘ening, July 2.

.

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' Lasker Played 23 Games at Once.

} New York. June 14.—Pr, Enianiel

world’s cham
fret

Lasker of New York,

| pion at chess, who returied

apr 7
on the first coniact to ‘expel all the; Edward E, Powers of Oxford has re-j nuts, he claimed. scien aie oe 4 ae 8) eis eal ; eke
air from the lungs. Electrician Davis turned home after taking his sopho-} Scott was brought back to Norwich | Rice Ches : oh i. His aphin _ os.
has patents covering the death chair, more examinations at ihe Medical de- and afier exnmination before Justice cluded the clasts hi mpion, ou Rhos
and electrodes and receives large sums partment of the University of Buffalo.: of the Peace George A. Thomas was: ©8 the former New Yo fat
in royaliies from the various states He says that while the work is hard held te await the action of the vrand fon, Otta Rose hing, and te 6S
using electricity as. a means of excc ut-'and the examinations stiff, the result: jury which convened in January, Pius Span: 5 sk ROS ie
ing prisoners convicted of capital af giyes-a fecksg of canfidence in the; That bedy found an indictment ter aS tees Sy oiee A es Toa
, lense knowleds, ae trom enthusiastic murder in the first degrée and his thea | ho albnepintecenne a ceadbrne Pe AG 4
AMS E beac! was taken up ai the Apri term of) omy a_ewantt AD. -—s

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When everything was in readipess Rey. John Robotii: n :
Electrician Davis stepped ra ows fttle Please send these letters to ce : j
; 1room which contains’ the switches dear, Joving friends for n I th = ?
i land upon a signal from Warden Ben-{>°" for your kindness to my dead t
i é ’ ham threw over the lever that sent a entsday God’ bidss you: wan } ‘
f current of 1,810 volis at $14 amperes, ‘meet you up in heaven. From e 4
‘ine through Scott's body. With the Very iruly yours, ‘ c 2 ile
first contact the body stiffened and WILLIAM SCOTT. rhree days atter the crime Seat :
} lunged, forward against the straps : jMicted, Scott came to jail and had | ‘
F While Deld iin: thetchair.2 Phe: Cureton: oe ee ee eee ee ————= fa talk with Sueriff Eeardsit He, :
3 rent was kept at 1,840 volis for 15 sec. & eee that he didn’t know where his} '
: onds, then reduced to 250 volts for 20 Y mother wag and wished the sheriff .o} i
seconds, after which it was sent back : investigate. The next day Scott was
to the maximum for 18 seconds. One arrested and thar night S. Elias Har- | }
minute and three seconds after the ringion, an older man whom he had | i
first contact, the current was turned ‘ known all his life visited the bey in | \
off and after a stethoscopic nae, |his cell and learned enough to con. i
" tion, Prison Physician John Derin de-! _ |vince him that Scott knew more than
Aire é clared that life was not extinct. At he was telling, The next morning un- oe ee ween eaneemennercimeramanie ia ameter f
é 2 6:06 o’clock Evectrician Davis again der the kind words and sympathy of | JAMES, SCOTT
MRS. DELIA SCOTT, sent 1,840 volts through the body for Herrington, Scott broke down and; Father of the Murderer and Husband
The Murdered Woman. _|10 seconds. The test of conjunction }’ gave himself away. of the Victim. ‘
was then given by Dr. Derin and an Harrington with the consent of the Panes a. :
Holy Family church in this city. Scott | attendant. Scott was officially declar- District Atiorney and Sheriff, worked | aes beng tears oe the trial i
arose early this morning, receiving|ed dead at 6:10:40 afier examination a clever ruse on Scott and in that] “@S brought out that his eyes had
Holy Communion at 4:20 o'clock and, by all the physicians ‘present. way the body was found. He told | aways been weak ia hat he had
spending his last hour and a half of} The witnesses then returned to the Scott that he thought if the boy would | NEYSr gat Sie AL ge oe
life in prayer with hisé@religious in-|warden’s office where the usual cer- lead him to where the body was, eee oe pee say Bee best. He
structors tificate of death was signed by allj THE HORSE AND WAGON. could fix things with the sheriff so ee ona eaeTS mee a gee le
The weather in this city was beau-| present. In which Scott and His Victim Drove Away From Norwich. that Scott would have a chance to es- 4 ee gt eee e eee Cs
tiful. The dewn came with all the{ Frank R. Marvin, the officer who cape. Scott bit. oe ey) ee ee
sunshine and freshness of a mid-sum- brought Scott to Auburn, said after ~i Manacled to Mr. Harrington and ac- Bey Ye haters tee sane teeny in
mer morn. Shortly after 5:30 o'clock, the electrocution that Scott had chang. Davis ‘has sent to death since electric: Of inker eS ‘to Assessors, companied by Sher‘ff Beardsley and ae ao. ws se oo es UE
the witnesses began. to gather in| ed considerably and that he had gain_|ity was adopted in New York state as! ‘ Deputy Sheriff Charles Robbins, Scott | °°!" ie ee a . es that he was go:
Warden Benham’s offices. At 5:58/ed at least 40 pounds. Undersheriff a means of executing condemned men.|. Albany, June 14 .(Special.)—Attor-|started out. The officers were left uae HEE Sore See do bee er
o'clock, the group was completed and| Page, who was sheriff of Chenango ; Thig execution wag the 33d at Auburn, iney General O’Malley ‘has rendered an! behind at the entrance of the woods, eS ihey Dine ee
the Warden gave the order to move, county at the time the young man was 6E fisting bos held at Sing Sing ad eae to the state board of tax com.|as Scott thought. Scott led Harring- , Seo ge ee ieee
to the chamber of death. The wit-:sent to Elmira reformatory, said that : 2 missioners in which he held that if a;ton to where the body lay only to! ee
Be Waendd asics Ror the | Scott had ceriainly undergone a re- 17 at Dannemora prisons. Electri ician man owning a farm adjacent to-:the find himself trapped by a officers. | | A pics of int mal dances, includ-
march but instead of passing through , markab'e change and was in excellent ; Davis told me that the head-harness , town line in one town. purchased an ' The key Harrington had would not , PS ee xOv a July, August,
the prison corridors walked a dis-| ' physical conditicn jused at Auburn is wider on the chin adjoining farm, across the line, in an-! unlock the handcuffs nae bound the ; Sepiember ais ; SS SeCn Ars
tance of 75 yards through the pone The autcpsy was held in the prison bes forehead than the others although ‘ other town, to add to it, and cultiv ated | two men together. On the trip | Tansed at- the ies c bs rb. 2 e first
ful prison court yard. In the verdant, at 9:30 o'clock this morning. It was, for no special reason. In electrocu- | the whole tract as one, both farms! ; through the woods, Scoit talked freely |? ae re. Will be given Friday ev-
trees. birds were singing. Tittle dia expected that Dr. Paul B. Brooks of , tions, the first contact of one minute became taxable in the first town, in! with Harrington. He had shot mer July _2.
they dream as they were sweetly sing. Norwich, who was connected with the | is usually sufficient. In Scott's case, which the owner lives and has his. woman from behind. he — said. Al 7 —<
fug that a voung man from Norwich | case as an alienist, would be present; three seconds more were added be-; dwelling house. lwound in the back of her neck cor.) [Lasker Played 23 Games at Once.
had put a few. seconds more to live.) at the autopsy, but fe could not come. cause of his unusual “physical | ppomernted this statement. He had lur_! New Yock. June 14-—-fr, Ex el
; Y the cath. plambel the: ‘iIn view of the fact that Scott’s near Strength. Mr. Davis tries to send: Powers Thinks Work Stiff. led her into the woods en the preiext | ork, world’s cha
eS re realatives are poor, Father Hickey of enough electricity through~the body = : j that he wanted to pick up some chest. wag reared :
ed factne th sunt pe’atives are poor, Father Hic on the first contact to expel all the: Edward E. Powers of Oxford has re-i mits, he claimed : er aoe
; ( Ge e. Auburn, will take charge of ‘air from the Jungs. Electrician Davis turned Heine after taking his sopho-; Scott was brought bac! ich | < ae
of Greene, 1 heriff of, preper burial in St. Joseph's Roman ‘has paten’s covering the death chair, more examinations at the Medical de-: and after examination before ice d the clad's ch O t Ros
Useneo couly. Krank Wo Marvin of Catholié cemetery on thé Shores of the ‘and electrodes and receives large sums partment of the University of Buffalo.; of the Peace George A. Thomas was! em; the forme: York state cham
= deputy sheriff of Chen-, beautiful Owasco lake. qndertaker ‘in royalties from the various siatcs He says that while the work fs Hard held to await the action of the grand PIOW. Otto” Ros Ning and” the
; e Dr. Roscoe C. Tarbell of | W. H. Meagher will have, of . An: ectric as a mica ns One and the examinations stiff, the result | jury which convened in January, 1908 bern _ ” Banyan, u : : =
C, Sehoof of Albany: the burial, which will ta key 1s fF ne. Pp! if onvicted of cap! Gl gives a fe@ling of confidence in the; That body found an ind ictment for) sett “eee eee fc on vi aE ee


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ILLIAM SCOTT, towering, 25-year-old farmer’s
W 5. pulled his horse to a halt and dropped the reins
carelessly over the edge of the dashboard.

He was a big, heavy man, six feet, one inch tall, bronzed
by the wind and toughened by long hours of hard farm. work.
But despite his size, he stepped lightly from the rig. He
walked over to where his father, James Scott, stood working
beside a shed in the rear of their Waite Street home in Nor-
wich, New York.

The young man seemed happy. “I got it, dad,” he said,
pointing to a cast-iron stove in the back of the rig. “It’s a
bargain, too.”

- The farmer looked up from his work, glanced at his son's
purchase, and grunted: ‘“Where’s your mother ?”

“Dropped her off at Barlow’s,” the younger man replied.
“They've got a gang from her lodge over there tonight, and
she’s going to stay and help Mrs. Barlow get things ready.”

“Is she going to be very late?” the elder Scott asked. There
was a trace of annoyance in his voice.

William shook his head. ‘Don’t know,” he replied. ‘She
might stay all night, especially if the party breaks up kind of
late and there’s much cleaning to do.”

Scott dropped a pair of pruning shears with which he had
been trimming a row of hedges, lit a battered corn-cob pipe,
and glared angrily at the distant, purple-crowned hills of Che-

SCOTT, William, white, elec. Auburn (Sing Sing) 6-1-1909.

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nango County.

“That’s got to stop,” he muttered, more to himself than to
the young man who stood by respectfully silent. “It’s been
twice this month that she’s been away overnight. That darn
lodge is the cause of it, and I’m just the man to put an end
to it.”

He seemed to reach an immediate decision, stepped over to
the rig, and was about to climb in when his son touched his
arm.

“Hold on a second, dad,” the boy urged. “You know
mother. If you go over there she’ll feel humiliated. Let her
stay this tinie and maybe we can talk to her when she comes
home.”

The date was October 18, 1907, and social activities in the
little Chenango County community were in full swing.

It was Saturday night, and somewhat grudgingly, the elder
Scott prepared the evening meal for himself and_ his: son.
They ate in silence, and after bringing in the new stove that
the young man had just bought, and installing it in his second
floor bachelor quarters, the father settled down in a chair to
read.. The younger man went out to spend the evening with
friends.

By Sunday morning, James Scott’s annoyance over his
wife’s absence had increased. He prepared breakfast grimly,
went to church, came home, and busied himself about his small


eluctan

ms
tly

OR WAS HER ABSENCE MORE SINISTER THAN THAT?

farm for the remaindér of the day.

At dusk that night the father and son sat alone at the
supper table for their third meal together.

“Delia’s going a little too far,” the older man said. “But
if she thinks I’m going to chase after her, she’s crazy.”

At seven o’clock, the farmer lost his patience. Slipping into
a jacket, he beckoned to his son.

“Come on, Willie,” he said, “we’re going over after her.”

The young man, fearful of the scene that he knew was
about to. come, followed the father out to the barn and hitched
up the roan. They drove in silence to the home of Warren
Barlow.

“You go on in,” the father said. ‘‘And tell Delia to come
and be quick about it. I'll wait here. I don’t want to go to
the door because I might say something out of the way.”

The boy nodded. “All right, dad,” he said, jumping from
the rig.

He walked to the door and rapped. Barlow, a handsome,
distinguished-looking man of middle age, answered the door
and looked questioningly at the young man.

“Well?” he asked, not too cordially.

William spoke in a whisper. “Better tell my mother to
come out,” he said. ‘‘Dad,” indicating his father with a nod,
“is pretty peeved.”

Barlow. was astonished. “Your mother?” he cried. “She

isn’t here. What gave you that idea?”

Young Scott seemed relieved. “How long ago did she
leave ?” he asked.

Barlow shook his head. “Leave?” he repeated. “Why, she
hasn't even been here. We haven’t seen her for weeks.”

He turned and called his wife to the door.

“Mary,” the man asked, “how long has it been since Mrs.
Scott was here ?”

The woman twisted her apron nervously between her fin-
gers, and looked anxiously from her husband to young Scott.

“Why,” she said hesitatingly, “Delia hasn’t been over for
three weeks—not since the last lodge party we had in Septem-
ber.”

Young Scott's face flushed a fiery crimson. He turned
around, and called out to his father. “Dad,” he shouted, “come
here and listen to this.”

Scott lumbered to the door, scowling. ‘‘Well?” he asked.

“Mother hasn’t been here,” the boy replied. “Mrs. Barlow
says she hasn’t seen her for a couple of weeks.”

“Didn't you have a lodge party Saturday night?” the father
asked.

Mrs. Barlow shook her head. “No, because I’ve been away
on a visit. I just got back this morning, didn’t I, Warren ?”

Barlow nodded.

The Scotts were puzzled, but after talking a few more

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of early daybreak that seeped in through
the entrance. Guided by the sound of a
creaking bed, I dashed through the first
doorway to the right off the living-room.
Fortunately, I had borrowed a flash-light
from one of the troopers. I snapped it
on, and it lasted only long enough to dis-
close a man on a cot near the wall, reach-
ing for a gun.

With one leap, Donahue was on top of
him and the pair were engaged inp a
desperate struggle. The flash-light had also
revealed a long cord that connected with
an electric fixture hanging from the center
of the ceiling. It was the work of a sec-
ond to pull this and flood the room with
light.

Brady and Teed, who had followed us
into the room, darted to Donahue’s as-
sistance and handcuffed the furiously curs-
ing man on the bed. All this took only a
few seconds, after which my partner and
myself rushed through the living-room in
search of the second bedroom, almost
colliding with a terror-stricken young
woman clad in an elaborate negligée,

E had calculated every step by the

description given us of the interior
the day before. My collision with Mrs.
Peterson spoiled my count, and I passed
a pair of portiéres, that led into the bed-
room and found myself in the kitchen,
That blunder, as I shall explain later on,
saved my life.

Whirling round, I corrected this error;
two leaps brought me back to the
portiéres, which I brushed aside with
my right hand, at the same time firing
a shot into the black space on the other
side. The entrance was. very narrow—to
pass through it would have been suicide.

My shots: were returned with a volley
which I returned by emptying my gun in
the direction of the flashes from the un-
seen thug’s. weapon. As the last bullet
left my revolver, I felt a red-hot streak
shoot across my hand and arm, and in
an instant my hand was wet.

“He got me,” I whispered to Donahue,
“but it’s only a scratch! You keep firing
at him, and I’ll wing him through the

window.”

As I ran around the house toward the
gunman’s window, I was tying up my
hand with a handkerchief. Trooper Coburn,
who in strict obedience to orders had re-
mained at his post, whispered:

“Jeez, yowre wounded! Let me have
@ go at ’em!”

I shook my head. If anybody got out

through that back window, we were sunk,
and I could not wait to explain our
maneuvers. All this was taking place dur-
ing a fraction of a minute.
’ I grabbed his gun and gave him mine
to reload. The window-sill was about ten
inches above the heavy snow-drifts that
piled’ up against the side of the house.
Footing on the frozen crust was pre-
carious, to say the least. As I crawled
up its surface, each toe-hold sank deep
into the soft snow beneath.

The shade was up about six inches,
which gave me light enough to make out
vaguely the form of a:man who crouched
behind a bed.

At the instant I observed him, his gun
was trained plumb in line for Donahue’s
heart if my partner had remained in the

spot where I had left him. It was nip-
and-tuck between us. I emptied my gun
through the window-pane, straight at the
murderous hand. In the flashes, I saw
the body leap into the air—and then, I
fled. Once he reached the window, I
would be at his mercy unless I made good
my escape.

Less than a minute had elapsed from
the time we had first broken into the
cabin, During that time there had been
a steady fusillade of firing. In the silence
of that isolated spot, it had sounded like
a bombardment by machine guns.

When I again rushed through the shat-
tered front entrance, I was met by an
oppressive silence, broken only by the
agitated tones of a woman’s voice and the
low, murmured commands of a man.

Glancing in the direction where I had
left my partner, I could see only his face
—a dim, white splotch in the gloom—his
dark, overcoated body merged with the
blackness of the portiéres.

“Force that fellow to walk in front of
you and make him enter the back room,”
I suggested to Teed, who was standing
by the handcuffed man.

The prisoner presented a sorry figure.
Dressed only in underweas, his body
shivered in the icy-cold bedroom, while
perspiration oozed on his face, and_ his
long hair hung dank on his forehead.
Beneath heavy eyebrows, his eyes peered
out gloweringly and his lips curled back
over his teeth in an ugly snarl.

Teed dragged him out into the living-
room. So far, so good, but underwear
doesn’t give a man much of a grip, and
with a vicious wrench the gunman tore
himself loose and raised his manacled
hands jn an effort to dash out the detec-
tive’s brains.

Brady caught him in time. “Go on!” he
ordered, taking a firm grip of his shoul-
ders and attempting to shove him along.

“I will not,” the prisoner sniveled, “If
I do, Tippy will shoot me!”

“Don’t let's have any more shooting—
I'll go,” the woman volunteered in a
spunky, but rather shaking, voice, and
started to walk up the passage.

“It’s your bungalow,” I said to her as
I reached her side. “Mind if we burn
him out?”

“No,” she whispered. “Do anything you
like! I don’t care what happens to the
camp if only nobody gets killed!”

When we were nearing the room, I saw
Donahue .drop down on the floor.

“If he won’t come out, I’m going to
set fire to the place,” I said loud enough
for anyone inside to hear. Then, address-
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out, or get smoked out!”

O answer. So dead was the silence,
then, that we could hear the clock
ticking inside.

Mrs. Peterson thrust her head through
the hangings, saying at the same time:
“It’s me, Tippy. Let me come in and
talk to you.” She shrank back con-
vulsively. “Oh, I can’t see him! He’s
not there. Perhaps he escaped through
the window!”

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back to the Inn, for a consultation on the
best way to break into the premises.

We finally decided that the troopers
should guard the outside to prevent any-
one from escaping. One was to station him-
self on the rear northeast corner, where
he could observe the north and east sides;
the other was to take the opposite corner,
where he could observe the south and
west. They were ordered to shoot if any-
one tried to get away.

Now to get an automobile to drive us
there. We could not engage the one we
had used that afternoon, as the driver
was a rather garrulous fellow who might
put two and two together and wonder aloud
to his friends about what “them city
slickers” were after. ,

In scouting around, we came “across an
old Ford coupe and a driver“ who seemed
to fill the bill, We ordered him to pick
us up at the inn at 5 o'clock the following
morning.

E had had a strenuous day of it,

and the strong, cold air had made

us desperately sleepy. After we had gone

over every move we intended to make, it
was nearly 12 o'clock.

“We want’.to be sure to break in just

after daylight,” I said to the other fellows,

“and if that Ford chauffeur doesn’t turn

up, we'll have to hoof the two miles over ~

the snow! So I’m going downstairs to’,
put in a call for five sharp.”

The steps were thickly carpeted, and I
heard a low murmur of voices ascending
from the office.

This surprised me, for in that part of
the country, folks usually are in bed and
asleep by 9 o'clock unless an_ exciting
game of pinochle is going on. Around the
great, log-burning fireplace, I saw a group
of guests surrounding the proprietor, all
engaged in what appeared to be a very
engrossing conversation. As I approached
nearer, I saw that the proprietor’s wife and
mother were also in the gravely concerned
little crowd.

Suddenly all turned and looked in my
direction, and the conversation ceased
abruptly. It took no detective training to
enable me to figure out that we had been
the subject they were discussing.

“What are you all sitting around here
for at this time of night?” I asked Van
Auken,

He answered with a twinkle in his eye,
while the others regarded me with un-
certain, embarrassed smiles:

“We're not going to bed until we know
what you fellows are up to!”

I took him aside and told him that we
were up there on a mission connected with
the New York Police Department, but
that I could not then go into more detail.
He could explain to his family and guests
that they would find out all about it next
day.

While I was talking to him, I grinned
at their natural curiosity, and they looked
a bit sheepish. The news that we had
come to pick up a couple of murderers
with orders to bring them back dead or
alive, would have kept them awake the
whole night.

“What I came down here for,” I said
aloud, “is to ask you if you would have
your clerk call us at five o'clock.”

“The clerk that'll call you,” the pro-

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clock! That’s what the bear hunters use!”

We got up at 5. It was pitch-dark, and
cold as the grave, outside on the porch
where we waited for the automobile, which
didn’t show up until 5:30. The driver was
sleepy and incurious. We might have been
just so many logs for all he cared.

Even when we ordered him to stop half-
way between Thendara and Old Forge
and wait until daybreak, he obeyed with all
the indifference of an automaton. In-
deed, he was just about to snuggle his
nose down into his deep, well-worn
astrakhan collar for another snooze, when
we jerked him to attention and insisted
that he should listen carefully to our
instructions.

I told him who we were and what we
were about to do. All I received in reply
was a grunt, so we let him go back to
sleep while we waited for the dawn. ©

) was mighty cold sitting there, and we
were just about frozen stiff before the
first gray clouds changed to crimson that
swiftly streaked across the crests of the
snow-covered mountain tops,

We woke our drowsy chauffeur and or-
dered him to drive along the road until
he reached the steep incline that led to
Camp Utica. He started his engine with
a racket that sounded loud enough to
awaken the dead, and then proceeded slow-
ly along the crusty highway to the point
below the camp, where he stopped.

“Now, wait here for exactly ten min-:

utes,’ Donahue ordered. “At the end of
that time, drive like the devil up to the
lodge!”

“Uh-huh!” he agreed indifferently. “Ten
minutes be long enough?”

“Quite,” my partner said grimly. “At
the end of ten minutes, we'll all be very
happy—or else. . . .”

As-we stepped from the coupe, Frankie
Teed drew his revolver and, jokingly
shouldering it as if it were a musket,
chuckled :

“Lafayette, we come!”

This struck us as rather funny. We
had been sitting with the marrow freezing
to our bones and nothing to think about
but the desperate encounter we knew faced

us at the top of the hill, and the sight |
of that grotesque, cocky little figure strut- |

ting along in front of us, sent the whole
bunch into a fit of laughter,

We hadn’t dared to drive up the hill for
fear the noise of the rattling flivver would
herald our arrival, so we scrambled up the
icy slope as best we could.

Careful as we were, it was so quiet that
early Monday morning that it was impos-
sible to deaden altogether the sound of
our footsteps. On each side of the narrow
road there were hillocks of snow three
and a half feet high which obliged us to
keep on the hard, traveled path.

As prearranged, the troopers took their
positions at opposite corners of thie
bungalow. i

Everything from that moment ‘eobiad

at top speed.

We tore open the screen door, aad with

one concerted’ lunge smashed the ° innet
door off its hinges,
It fell inward with a deafening crash.
Indoors, we were faced with dense
darkness, relieved only by the faint light

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I see him. He’s got blood all over his
face, and his eyes are staring, wide open.”

Detectives Brady and Teed had come
up by this time, dragging their prisoner
with them.

“Let's go!” I said.

In a leap, Donahue was on his feet,
and together we swooped down on the
—man, or the body of the man, known
as Walter Tipping, alias, Tippy Murray,
otherwise dubbed Whitey.”

It was stretched out alongside the bed.
In the right hand, a revolver was clasped.

Ot of the men switched on the light,
and it required no doctor to tell us
that Tippy was dead. The fatal bullet
had entered the side of the head which
was turned toward the window as_ he
aimed his bullet straight at Donahue’s
heart. My first bullet must have struck
his arm, and the unexpected flank attack
had, obviously, caused him to spring to
his feet, the second bullet entering his
temple.

While we waited: for our chauffeur to
show up, Mrs. Peterson put on some
coffee and dressed my hand, and Donahue
got in touch with the authorities.

The man in Teed’s custody was Peter
Seiler, alias Oo-La Taylor. In struggling
with Detective Teed while the handciffs
were being secured about his wrists, he
had knocked a revolver off a hook at the
back of his bed. This was picked up from
the floor. Upon examination, it proved
to be the one which had been torn out
of the dead policeman’s holster as he lay
dying on the floor of the speak-easy back
in New York!

We were all seated in the kitchen, just
about to raise cups of steaming coffee to
our lips, when we heard someone dash-
ing through the living-room.

We sprang to our feet and confronted
our phlegmatic chauffeur, his eyes bulging
with excitement and his mouth gaping
open,

“Jeez,” he drawled, “I’ve read a lot of
stuff in the papers about the doin’s in Noo
York, but hearin’ and readin’s somepin
different. I thought hell’d broke loose!”

Let's give him a hand for not quitting
his post, for over his coffee he admitted
that he had expected an army of gunmen
to come tearing down the hill and com-
mandeer his car for a getaway in proper
gangland fashion!

When the authorities arrived, we were
all arrested on a_ technical charge of
homicide and held under nominal bond.

In searching the bungalow, we found
that the two bullets which had not found
a resting-place in Murray’s body, had
ricocheted off the bed-post and continued
through the thin, rock-plaster walls of
the room, through the kitchen, and spent
themselves in the bathroom wall. Donahue
had been in danger not only from the
gunman’s bullets, but also from mine.

There was a gun hanging on the frame-
work of the closet at the entrance to
Murray’s room. Had we wasted more
than half a minute between the time we
crashed in the doer and reached the por-
tiéres that served us so well, he would
have had the drep on us and there would
have been another ending to the story.

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We discovered half the jewelry taken
at the stick-up on 103rd Street secreted
in the phonograph, secured by adhesive
tape to the top board above the highest
record shelf. The rest was concealed ‘in
the same way in different places through-
out the bungalow.

The doctor arrived, and officially pro-
nounced Tippy dead. Incidentally, he
washed out my wound and gave it the
necessary attention.

Now, here is what I meant when I
spoke of my luck in blundering past the
portiéres and entering the kitchen by mis-
take: Had I known that the portiéres led
into the bedroom, my natural action would
have been to sweep them back with my
left hand and fire with my right. This
would have offered the concealed gunman
my heart as an excellent target. As it
was, I swept aside the curtains with my
right hand, which held the gun, and the
hand received the shot. I had another
equally miraculous escape that trip, but I
didn’t learn of that until some time later.

HE coroner, a wonderful fellow named

Doctor James W. Graves, of Herki-
mer County, not only released us immedi-
ately, but after performing the autopsy,
gave us permission to ship the body to
New York at the expense of the New
York Police Department. This cost the
City'of New York only about $75, whereas
had Doctor Graves been one of those chaps

The end of the Jong road for “Tippy.” This
is how he looked when the detectives
switched on the light after the desperate
gun battle in the Camp Utica bungalow

out for publicity, he might have insisted on
our having all our witnesses brought up
there for the trial. It can easily be figured
up how big the bill for their traveling and
living expenses would have been.

Doctor Graves was very enthusiastic
over the way the capture was made, and
wanted one of the revolvers found in
the cabin for a souvenir. We told him we
could not give him that, but that we would
see that he had a souvenir of the case
later ons This we presented in the form
of a special .38 Smith & Wesson, on which
we had engraved: “Presented to Doctor
James W. Graves, 1928, by the New York
Detective Bureau.”

Well, that was a pretty stiff battle, and
we had some uncomfortable moments—
but we faced worse when we returned
to New York.

The case of the speak-easy stick-up was
reopened in the newspapers, of course, and
the story of the Adirondack battle widely
featured.

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I forget which, found out that Mr.
Peterson was a horse trainer and was at
Miami, Florida, for the winter. He had
left home shortly after Thanksgiving and
was not expected back until spring.

And, just as Trixie had been carefully
led to discuss Pete Seiler and Mrs. Grace

Peterson, so someone well up in Peterson’s
affairs down in Florida found himself menw

tioning the Peterson lodge in Old Forge,

“New York. «4°

O we now knew the address of the |

camp, but as yet had no certain knowl-
edge that the fugitives were there.

Late on Wednesday night, a car tore
up to the front gate of the Peterson home
in Forest Hills and carried off the lady
of the house.

To have sent anyone prowling around
the Adirondack camp at that time would
have risked ruining our chances of sur-
prising our men if they were, as we
guessed, taking sanctuary there. The
slightest breath of suspicion would send
them flying off before we arrived.

And we did not want to travel up there
on a wild-goose chase without having
definite proof that someone was occupying
the cabin,

Besides, many other leads cropped up
that appeared to be just as important as
the one pointing toward Mrs. Peterson.
I cannot go into all these here, but they
kept us constantly occupied.

On Thursday, February 3rd, 1927,
Patrolman Masterson was buried. The
services were held at St. Thomas's Church,
and were attended by all the department
officials, headed by Police Commissioner
McLaughlin.

After paying our last respects there, we
resumed the trail of his murderers, but
it was not until Saturday afternoon that
we got a definite lead. This came from
the men at Forest Hills, who telephoned
that a servant from the Peterson home had
been followed to an outlying post-office,
where she had approached the parcel post
window. She did not notice the pleasant-
faced young man who stood by her elbow
and read the address:

Mrs. Grace Peterson,
Camp Utica,
5 West Shore Road,
Old Forge, New York.

He heard her explain to the clerk that
the parcel contained a fur coat.

That was enough! |

Donahue and I, accompanied by Detec-
tives Brady and Teed of the Twenty-
Fourth and Thirtieth squads, left on the
midnight train that night and arrived in
Thendara, the first station this side of
Old Forge, around noon the following day,
which was a Sunday.

That momentous shifting of scenes was
to signal the final stirring act of the ex-
citing man-hunt.

The temperature was many degrees be-
low zero, but it was a dry cold, and the
snow-covered country looked magnificently
beautiful that Sunday when we arrived

-in-the mountains. It was just six days after

Masterson’s murder.

We found a comfortable, small hotel
for our headquarters, and then considered
the problem of how to find State troopers
to assist us without letting the community

-know who we were and what our mission

was.
There were no telephone booths in the

‘hotel. It was the dead season, the only

guests at that time being permanent
boarders who were employed in the offices

-of a large lumber concern. Later on I

found the proprietor, Harold Van Auken,
to be a swell fellow, and I was favorably
impressed with, him from the start, - but
too much Was at stake then to trust snap
judgments. As is always the case in such
communities, ‘there would be, we knew,
much speculation as to our identity. As a
sop to the curiosity of the local inhabi-
tants, we gave it out that we were there to
shoot bear!

So, immediately after midday dinner,
we went for a stroll, scouting around for
‘a place to telephone from. We decided that
the best thing to do was to appeal to the
postmaster of the village, whom, through
the window of the little general store, we
saw sorting mail.

We let him assume that we were Fed-
eral agents, and he willingly enough went
out and closed the door, leaving us in
possession.

I immediately telephoned the State
troopers in Herkimer, and the commander
promised to send two of his men, Cor-
poral George Whitwer and George Coburn,
right over to our hotel.

Now, when they arrived at 3 o'clock,
the six of*us made quite a little party.
Though the troopers were in private
clothes, they looked as if they meant busi-
ness—and scarcely carried out our fiction
that we were sportsmen there with the
sole purpose of hunting bear.

We knew that Whitey and Taylor—or,
to give them their other names, Tip
Murray and Pete Seiler—were vicious,
dangerous men. To attempt to arrest them
in the open meant that they would surely
shoot it out with us, and in the battle
some innocent bystander might be killed.

There was only one hope of capturing
them without endangering any other lives.

That was, to crash into their retreat.

HAT afternoon we drove over to Old

Forge and made inquiries of an offi-
cial known to the State troopers, about
the occupants of Camp Utica, which was
the name of the Peterson camp. He told
us that a woman and two men were living
there.

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the lodge. It was a comfortable, one-story
building, as can be seen in the photograph
on page 35. It appeared to have a living-
room, kitchen, bathroom and three bed-
rooms. To make sure—absolutely—of the
arrangement of these rooms, we were
obliged to consult again the official men-
tioned before.

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icy roads was dangerous, but he had to

risk it. é

Brady, close behind in the second car,
hung on and cursed. “That blonde’s either
drunk or crazy!” he told his companions.
Lurching from side to side, skidding

. into drifts and ploughing out again, the

two squad :cars roared northward for
five hourse At last they reached Utica,
some 150 miles from New York. City.

Still they failed to overtake the sedan
*in which Nina Scott was fleeing. From
Utica they pushed the remaining 50 miles
to Old Forge. Finally, just before dawn,
they reached the historic little village
high in the Adirondacks.

They drew up in front of the com-
_ bined general store and postoffice. Mar-
tin and Brady knocked heavily on the
door until the proprietor-postmaster, who
lived upstairs, came to the window. Seeing
the officers, he hastened down in his
flannel nightshirt and opened the door.

“Does, anyone named Scott own a bun-
galow here?” Martin demanded.

“Yep,” replied the postmaster. “N an
and. woman by that name from New
York have a summer place out east a
couple of miles. They call it Camp Utica.
_But the house is closed for the winter.
They ain't been here since September.”

“We'll soon see about that,” growled

’ Brady.

Obtaining directions from the ‘store-
keeper, the detectives headed for Camp
Utica. They drew up a half a mile down
the road from the bungalow and advanced
on foot.

“Be careful,” warned Martin. “These
men are trigger-happy killers. Spread out

and circle the place. Then we'll close.

in slowly.”
The four detectives split up—Martin

-and Brady approaching the front of the

bungalow, while Steven Donahue and

“Frank Teed crept up from the rear. All

held guns ready. ase?

“Come on out!” Martin shouted. “Or
we'll blast you out!”

A gun barked from a: front window in
answer, and a slug ploughed through the
Officer’s left forearm. All four detectives
returned the fire. Keeping up a steady
barrage, the officers retired to the shelter
of the surrounding trees.

“I’m going to rush them alone from
the side,” Martin told the others. “You
men keep. them busy from the front.”

As the other detectives traded shots with
their quarry in the bungalow, Martin
crept through the underbrush and circled
to the side of the building. Crawling on
hands and knees to a window, he raised
his gun to the pane, took aim and fired.

The firing from within stopped abruptly,

and a woman’s shrill scream cut the

cold air.

“Come on, men!” Martin shouted.

“We're going in!”

Running through the deep snow, the

three detectives rushed toward the house.
Teed and Donahue kicked in the .front
door while Brady joined Martin to break
in the back door.

In the kitchen Brady ran into a man

who grappled with him. Wrenching his
right arm free, the detective clipped his
foe on the chin, dropping him to the floor.

Bending over’ the unconscious man,

Brady saw he was tall and thin—answering
the description of one of Masterson’s kill-
ers. He was bleeding from a wound in
the left shoulder. The sleuth snapped hand-
cuffs on his wrists. ‘

In the living room the detectives found

the body of a second tall, thin man
sprawled on the floor in front of the stone

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fireplace. Blood vozed from an ugly hole
in his right temple. He was dead. cy

puriveae WAS Nina Scott; the

blonde? Thére was one room left—| i

- the bedroom. There Martin flung
open the door of the single closet. Crouch-
ed in one corner, half undressed, was the
former shimmy dancer.

Pe pcsic under arrest,” the detective
said.
The blonde struggled to her feet and

came out of the closet. “What for?” she AY) /

asked in a quavering voice.

“Complicity in the murder of Patrol-
man Masterson,” Martin snapped.

The \curvaceous blonde was shivering
from cold and fright. When she heard
the charge against her, she broke into
tears. -

“I don’t know anything about it!” she
sobbed.

“We'll find out about that,” Martin said.
“Get dressed. You and your boy friends—
dead and alive—are going back to New
York.”

A search of the house turned up three
of five watches stolen from the night club
patrons.

From the wounded man and from the
dead one, the detectives took, two .38
caliber Colt automatics. ;

“The right size,” observed Martin. “The
same as the slugs that killed Masterson.
We'll turn these over to the ballistics
lab. If they match, there'll be two dead
killers instead of one!”

The officers revived the wounded gun-
man with a bucket of cold water. He
was sullen at. first, then gave his name
as Peter A. Seiler, Jr., 21, of New York
City. He said he had no regular job.

“Is that his real name?” Brady de-
manded of the blonde.

“Yes,” she replied petulantly. “The
other one was Walter Tipping Murray.”

The detectives drove the handcuffed
prisoner and the shivering blonde back
to the village, with Teed following in the
Lincoln, which was found parked in the
garage. They made arrangements for an
undertaker to ship the body of. Murray
back to the city. Then they started out
for New York.

While the dramatic gun battle was
taking place near Old Forge, detectives
back at the Forest Hills home of Nina
Scott had’ made another arrest. When
Sally Rogers, the blonde’s friend, arrived
from Boston, they took her into custody as
a_ material witness.

From Sally the detectives wrung the
story of the relationship between Nina,
the ex-dancer, and the two gunmen.

The husbands of both Nina and Sally
had little interest, in dancing and drink-
ing. Seeking companionship, the two
former showgirls had met Seiler and Mur-
ray.in a speakeasy. For more than a year
the married women had been meeting
the two young ne’er-do-wells whenever
their husbands were away.

Seiler and Murray had fallen into crime
for two reasons—easy money and thrills.
It was for thrills that the women had
tagged along with them on holdups.

Confronted with Sally’s testimony in the
office of Police Commissioner George V.
McLoughlin in New -York, Seiler broke
down and confessed. -

“Sure, we robbed that night club,” he
babbled. “Nina but the finger-on the
place and gave us the signal. Sally was
going to drive the getaway car, but she
didn’t get down ffom Boston in time. So
we’ left Nina’s parked with the motor
running.

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door and turned on the lights in -the

kitchen. As she did so the detectives

slipped in through the unlocked door and
confronted her. : :

Whirling, -her- eyes blazed as she de-
manded, “What are you doing here?”

The sleuths showed their badges, and
the blonde frowned. “We want to ask
you some questions, Mrs. Scott,” Martin
said. He reached into his pocket and
withdrew the gold mesh bag. “Is this
yours?”

The woman’s face fell. “Yes,” she ad-
mitted with some hesitation. “Where did
you find it?” : ed

“In a certain night club,” Martin snap-
ped. “A policeman was shot down there
tonight by a couple of gunmen.”

“IT know,” the blonde nodded, her face
paling. “It was horrible! | got out as
fast'as I could when the shooting started.
I guess I must have dropped the bag in
my haste.” She managed a smile. “It was
nice of you to return it to me. But how
did you know my name? How did you
know where I live?”

“There’s a letter inside,” the detective
replied. “But we didn’t come all the way
out here just to return your bag. Did
you know either of the robbers?”

“Why—!” gasped the woman. “Why do
you think I know them?” >»

Martin motioned Mrs. Scott to a kitchen
chair. “Now, let’s be frank,” he said
persuasively as he took a new tack. “If
you tell us everything you know about
this affair, you’ll save yourself a lot of
trouble.” f

The blonde lighted a cigarette and in-

haled deeply before. speaking. “I don’t
Know what you mean.”
_. “All right, T'll tell you what I mean.
If you had been just a frightened patron
in that night club, do you suppose the.
killers would have let you escape? They
could have plugged you. Yet they made
no effort to keep you from running out
and giving an alarm. Why not? Was*it
because you were a pal of theirs?”

She smiled sardonically. “Come, come,
detective,” she chided. “That's pretty far-
fetched, isn't it? You'll have to do better
than that.”

“We'll get back to that later,” Martin
said. “First, we have some other matters
.to clear up. What’s your husband’s busi-

. hess, and where is he?”

“Oh, don’t you know Joe?” Mrs. Scott
bantered. “I thought you cops knew
everything. Well, for your information, -
he’s a horse owner and trainer. Right
now. he’s in Miami.”

“With Don, perhaps?” ;

“Why, yes—but' how did you know?”
The blonde pondered a moment. “Of
course—the letter from Sally.”

“And who’s Sally?” Hate

“Sally Rogers. ‘Her husband’s a: horse-
man, too.” i “4

AIT A MINUTE,” interrupted Brady.
“Mrs. Rogers used to be Sally Carter,
the sensational flame dancer, didn’t
' she?”
The blonde: winked slyly. “The hottest
redhéad on Broadway. I didn’t do so bad
myself. Don’t tell ‘me you don’t remem-
ber Nina Adams, the only gal who could
outdo. Gilda Gray?”

Brady’s brows: raised. “Sure!” he ex-
claimed. “I thought I’d seen you before
somewhere.” .

Martin grinned. “So both you girls
got yourselves married to good, substantial
husbands and settled down to nice, quiet
lives, didn’t you?”

“That’s right.”

“Have you a picture of your husband—
a recent one?” the detective pressed.

“You’re causing me an awful lot of
trouble,” the blonde complained. “And, I

want to get to bed. But Ill show you the
picture if you'll leave me alone after that.”

“Mrs. Scott,” snapped Martin, “this is
no time for nonsense. We're here on a
serious matter, and we'll leave only when
we've got all the information we want.”

-~ blonde went into the living room
an
heavy-set, middle-aged man with graying
hair. The detectives saw at a glance that
Scott couldn’t have been one of the gun-
men.

Martin motioned for Mrs. Scott to take
the picture away. “One more question,”
he continued. “Where is Sally?” :

“I don’t know,” the blonde replied.
“She wrote me—as you know—that she
was arriving yesterday to visit me. But
she never called and sent no word. She
must have been delayed. She'll probably
blow into town tomorrow and wake me |
up out of a sound sleep’ %

The detectives exchanged a quick look
as they pondered their next move... What
else could they ask Mrs. Scott? Except
for the circumstance. the she had escaped
from the holdup, scene in full view of the
gunmen without being shot, there was
nothing. to link her with the crime. And
yet, even Patrolman Masterson had been
suspicious of her nervous manner and
the fact that she had been sitting near
the door. :

Martin’ decided to make a last attempt
to get some useful information from her.
“Mrs. Scott,” he asked, “what were you
doing in the night club alone?” :

The blonde hesitated a moment. © Then
she replied, “I’ve been so lonesome since
Joe went down South. I just couldn't
stand it any longer, so tonight I decided
to go out—all. by myself. I didn’t want
a man’ to escort me because Joe is so
jealous.” .

The detectives saw they were getting rio-
where with this clever woman. “Well,”

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son dies. Then it will be murder!”

_ The blonde’s eyes widened at the last
word. Then she asked quickly, “May*I
‘have my bag?” ‘

“Sorry,- lady,” the detective refused,
slipping the bag into his pocket. “We’re
not through with it yet.”

With this the officers left the big house
and went out to their car.

“I think,” observed Brady, “that she’s
guilty as the devil.”

“So do I,” declared Martin, as_ his
partner swung the machine out into the
street. “But we’ve got to prove it. Only
then can we get to the gunmen who shot
Masterson.”

They drove back over the bridge to
Manhattan and to the stationhouse. There

they telephoned the hospital to check on~

the condition of Masterson. The wounded
patrolman, they were told, still was on
the critical list. Then the officers went
home for a few hours of sleep.

ARLY NEXT DAY they met at the

station to plot a course of action.

Masterson still was clinging to life
by a thread, but little hope was held for
his recovery, Descriptiqns of the two
gunmen and of the stolen jewelry had gone
out to all precincts in the city and all
departments in the metropolitan area. But
no trace of either had been. reported.

“We’ve got to watch Nina Scott’s house,”
Martin declared. “I’m convinced that
sooner or later the gunmen ‘will try to
contact her.”

“It “might be a good idea,” Brady
suggested, “if we had her telephone line
tapped. The crooks would be likely to
phone first to see if the coast was clear
before visiting her. If we could intercept
the call, we might be able to grab them.”

Martin enthusiastically agreed with his

' partner’s plan. The detectives drove at

once to headquarters. There they arranged
for a 24-hour guard to be thrown around
‘the Forest Hills house and obtained de-
partmental permission to tap Mrs. Scott’s
telephone. wires.

This accomplished, the two sleuths
drove out to Forest Hills to join the
Queens detectives who already had been
posted there. An expert police wiretapper
had preceded them. When they arrived, a

| concealed line was strung from outside

the Scott house to a deserted shack in a
vacant lot nearby. . W

Martin and Brady took up.their posts at
the shack, alternating at wearing the tele-
phone headset which was connected with
Nina Scott’s line.

During the remainder of the day the
ex-dancer received no visitors and only
two phone calls. One was from her grocer
demanding payment of an overdue bill.

The other was from her hairdresser con-

firming an appointment for the next day.

Meanwhile other detectives assigned to
the case had been making inquiries in the
neighborhood about Mrs. Scott’s charac-
ter, habits and activities. But they learned
‘little. To her neighbors, she was almost
as much of a mystery as she was to the
police.

The only two facts about her. which
seemed to stand out were that her hus-
band was absent for long intervals and
during his absences a number of young
men visited the house.

At six o’clock that evening, after the
deep winter darkness had fallen, Brady
walked to a nearby drugstore and tele-
phoned the hospital. He heard the news
that all had feared—Patrolman Masterson
had died of his wounds only a few minutes
earlier. ; }

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we're hunting a pair of killers.”

The silence that followed suddenly was
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who wore the headset. He raised a finger
to his lips. Another call was coming
through!

Taking a pencil from his vest pocket,
the officer wrote carefully in his note-
book. Soon he stripped off the headset.

“Look, men!” he said, extending the
opened notebook. “The blonde just got
a long-distance call from a man named
Pete. It was placed at Old Forge, New
York, up in the Adirondacks. Pete told
her he was at the bungalow with another
man named Walt, and that they would
wait there for her to come. She said she’d
leave late tonight in her car!”

“Those two must be the muggs
who killed Masterson,” Brady declared.
“They’re probably hiding out up there.”

“We'll wait for her in two squad cars,”
Martin said, “one at each end of the
block. Then, whichever way she gots,
we can tail her. She'll lead us to the
hideout.”

_For four hours the detectives kept their
vigil—Martin and Brady each in .charge
of a detail in a squad car, while two other
officers remained at the shack to. inter-
cept any-further phone calls,

Suddenly the big house went dark, and
the blonde, bundied in a heavy fur coat,
emerged and hurried out to the garage.

The Lincoln sedan slid out, backed into
the street and paused momentarily. The
drivers of both squadecars started their
motors.

Whirling abruptly toward Queens Boule-
vard, the Lincoln roared .off down the
avenue. The nearest squad car pulled
away after it,- with the other machine
following close behind.

INA SCOTT drove like a madwoman.

With complete disregard for traffic

lights and regulations, she plunged
the powerful sedan straight into the heavy
traffic of the boulevard, heading for Man-
hattan. ‘

Time after time she cut off other drivers
by a matter of inches, narrowly missing
head-on Collisions with other autos.

Cold sweat stood out on the brows of
the detectives at the wheels of the ‘two
squad cars. To halt the fleeing Lincoln,
all they had to do was to hit their siren
buttons. At the wail of these alarms,
traffic policemen would block the inter-
sections. But the detectives had no other
course than to follow the rocketing sedan;
the blonde was leading them, they hoped,
to the hideout of the pair who had killed
their comrade. ;

The chase led over the Queénsborough
Bridge, across midtown Manhattan past
the lower boundary of Central Park, into
the northbound park boulevard to West
72nd : Street, across to Broadway and
north toward’Yonkers and the highway
to Albany and upstate New York.

The Lincoln was still in sight as the
calvacade roared uptown, but in Wash-
ington Heights the blonde’s sedan swerved
sharply in front of a truck that shot cross- -
wise into traffic, snarling it at a busy in-
tersection. The two squad cars couldn't

‘ get through. The officers swore vainly

until a patrolman finally untangled traffic.

When the detectives finally got under
way again, Nina Scott’s car was nowhere
in sight. ‘

“She’s a long way ahead of us by now,”:
Martin said, “on her way to Old Forge.
The best we can do is try to catch up
with her.” _-

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or us. Afterward we Yan’ out and jumpe
in. Nina’s car. She dropped us in Times”

“Which one of you fired the shots that
killed Masterson?” demanded McLoughlin.

-“Murray!” Seiler blurted, trying to place
the blame on his dead companion.

But the ballistics report showed Seiler.
was lying. The lethal slugs had been fired
from his gun.

After Seiler was led away to a cell.
in the Tombs, Commissioner McLoughlin
promoted Detectives Teed and Brady to

_ first-grade detectives in recognition of their

ve work.
ahue,. already first-grade men, were strong-
ly commended. eS
Within a week Seiler was indicted by a
New York County grand jury on a charge
of first-degree murder. Because they.
agreed to testify for the state, Nina Scott
and Sally Rogers faced no charges. They
were released on bail as material witnesses.

Late in April, Seiler went on trial in
General Sessions. before Judge George L.
Donnellan and a jury. Assistant District
Attorney .James E. McDonald-introduced
the ballistics evidence to show that the
fatal shots had been fired from Seiler’s

gun. Defense

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A GIRL, A GUN AND MURDER
Continued from page 13 J

Gene pronounced grimly, but with delight.
Even if anybody had been around at
that time of night, there wasn’t a chance
in the world that the shot could have been
heard 50 feet from the house.. Gene
Adams knew he was safe on that score.
ey figure what to do with Gin’s body
ater. .
He stood the rifle against the wall and
started to get back into bed. But he knew
suddenly that he couldn’t. That body
wasn’t Gin anymore. It was just a thing.
He couldn’t crawl into bed with a thing.

He dressed and went out to the kitchen
and cooked himself some ham and a
couple of eggs and made coffee. It tasted
good. He was hungrier than he had real-.
ized. After he had washed up the dishes
he got the rifle again and cleaned it care-
fully, making sure that he burned all the
cleaning rags. He didn’t have any idea
what he was going to do with Gin’s body,
but there wasn’t any use tipping off the
law with a dirty gun in case they came
snooping around. :

He put the gun away and listened to
the radio until seven. Then he went out
and got into the pick-up truck and drove
up to Tunica to see Delia. She made
some cracks about Gin, but he didn’t tell
her a thing. Instead, he made a date to
take her to the show again that night,
then drove back down to Rosedale. He
had plenty of heavy thinking to do, about
what to do with Gin’s body.”

A couple .of fellows he talked to in
Rosedale gave him the idea. Both of them
had been out deer hunting the day before.

‘

“And the way some of these fellows _,

handle. a gun,” one of them complained,
“it’s a wonder somebody ain’t been killed
yet. They just up and blaze away at any-
thing. Somebody’s bullet cut brush not
six feet from my head yesterday after-:
noon!” : ,

“And tomorrow bein’ Thanksgivin’,” the .

other added, “everybody and his dog will
be out. The undertakers ought to have a.
big day.”

Gene Adams didn’t have the zest for
his date with,.Delia that night that he’d
had the previous evening. But by the
time he got home at 11, he was feeling
a lot more comfortable in his own mind
than he’d felt all day. For one thing, he
knew nobody had found Gin’s body, or

there’d have been all kinds of whoop-and- »

holler in town. For another, he knew just
— he was going to do, and it couldn’t
ail.

Gin’s body was still on the bed, stiff as-
a board. Gene didn’t have too much
trouble getting. shoes on his feet. Lugging
the corpse out to the pick-up truck was’
something else, but he managed that, too,
by wrapping the body in ‘an old blanket
and sliding it in over the end-gate. Then

he got his brother’s jacket and stuffed a
half a dozen shotgun shells into the pocket
and threw it and the .410 gauge into the
truck. ;

Making sure that nobody had seen him,
he started the car and drove down the levee
without lights for more than a mile until
he came to an open spot with neither a
“tree nor a bush within a hundred feet.
There he stopped and carefully deposited
Gin’s body on the ground. , He laid the
shotgun and Gin’s jumper beside it.

“Perfect,” he muttered to himself. “They
can’t miss findin’ him here, and they can’t
’ make anything out of it except that some
deer hunter shot him accidentally.

Feeling rather proud of himself, Gene
Adams drove back home, stopping a quar-
ter‘of a mile from his home to set fire to
the bloodstained blanket a few paces off
the road.

HANKSGIVING DAY, November 23,
1950, was one of those golden autumn
days that, in the Deep South, seem

somehow left over from late summer.
But it lost its beauty at mid-morning for
Frank England, the boys’ grandfather,
when Gene Adams drove up to the Eng-
land home in Rosedale with a worried look
on his face and asked if Gin was there.
England walked out to the pick-up, his
responsibility for the brothers during the
-absence of Mr. and Mrs. McCreary weigh-
ing heavily on his conscience. ,

-“Gin hasn’t been around here in several
days,” he replied uneasily. “What’s the
matter? Anything happened?”

Gene Adams sat for a moment, tight-
faced, biting his lip. :

“I’m afraid so,” he said. “Gin went off
huntin’ Tuesday evenin’, and I haven't
‘seen or heard of him since.”

England caught his breath. “We better
start huntin’ for him fast! Any idea where
he. went?”

“He always hunts along the levee. He
was figurin’ to get himself a deer.”

England thought fast. “Then you get
home as fast as you can’go!” he snapped.
“Get on your papa’s tractor and start
bustin’ back and forth through the brush
until you find him. I mean don’t waste any
time! I’ll call the law and get down there
as fast ag, I can!”

Gene Adams started the truck with a
roar and swung it around with a great
‘show of urgency. He had to admit he
was playing it smart. A half a block
down the street he picked up another 16-
year-old boy. '

“What’s all the trouble?” the youth de-

“Gin!” young Adams replied tersely.
“He's disappeared. I need you to help me
bunt for his body with the tractor!” .

Bolivar County, Mississippi, has two

: figure
was Murray who had killed Masterson - ' That
and that Seiler was too drunk at the @ too, Ju
time to know what he was doing. e: inquest

On May 5, 1927, the case was given — et
to the jury. The verdict was returned HE »
in the record time of 15 minutes—guilty fey,
of first-degree ‘murder. by
Three months later young Peter Seiler ~. Realizin
paid with his life in the Sing Sing electric and its
chair for the coldbloodéd- murder of a—~ could qi
policeman. . hu
Epiror’s- NOTE: The names Nina Scott, “Satis!
Sally Rogers, Joe Scott and Don Rogers « “Are
are fictitious. j The {
Satisfied
“But a
have for
skull. If
enough {
Pa im.”
“I thin
sn
county seats, a situation that grew up in oma
the days when the river towns were the gun ‘is ly
important ones and mud made ten miles me. Let’s
a day’s travel by team and wagon. Rose- On the
dale is one county seat, and sharp-eyed, and neck
wiry Deputy Ray Caffey, who has lived places. (
there for 20 years, holds down the sheriff's and Gin |
office. The other is at Cleveland, 20 miles
east on the highway. tained th
As quickly as he could get indoors to ; : Swindall’s
the telephone, England called Caffey’s wm Se moved off
home. Caffey was deer hunting for the, . B-~ - “Those
day nearly 15 miles south of Rosedale. eg made afte
Mrs. Caffey took the call.and sent their didn’t ble
son to find his father. At the same time, being drag
she telephoned Cleveland. Unable to © wasn't
reach Sheriff J. T. Robinson, she appealed Questior
for help to Police Chief W. C. Dempsey, no further
a former deputy sheriff. Within 30 minutes knew, he
Dempsey ~arrived in Rosedale, accom- had been
panied by Justice of the Peace E. V. Reams walked aw
and Inspector H. R. Swindall and Trooper afternoon
C. M.. Thatch of the Mississippi State All righ
Safety Patrol. go on hom
Meantime word of Gin Adams’ dis- up if we \
appearance had spread through the town, He wait
and although the officers were unacquaint- bered off
ed with the locality, they found excited Officers.
and sympathetic citizens ready to guide “Any su
them out to the Arthur McCreary home. “The blo.
From there it was easy to follow the on might sti
marks of the- tractor wheels south along trail,” Swin,
the road ‘that topped the levee. twenty-five
Although less than an hour behind the “We'll tal
start of the search, the officers found that . Turning to t
two deer hunters, Spate Crawford, super- in five minu
intendant of the local cotton mill, and his ant inspectc
nephew, young Van Chaney, had already slope to his
stumbled across Gin Adams’ body. . Not to the priso:
five minutes later, Gene Adams and his dogs to the
companion had barged out of the woods At best. ;
with their tractor at the spot. Other citi- - hour before
zens who had joined in the hunt had sad-eyed bru
- also gathered, divided between sympathy the killer mi
for pale, sobbing young Gene Adams and tween the h.
hot anger toward the unknown person and the spot
who had slain the youth’s brother. been found, (
So far as the offcers could learn in ers to drive t
y pacing & the crowd, however, Gin themse
Adams had been a youth practically with- ide for ;
out an enemy. Gene’s asseftions that his Only a quar
brother had- not cared for girls crossed Caffey tted
off the possibility of jealousy as a motive the road. Sea
for murder. ; 3 a fragment of
“Unless,” Chief Dempsey suggested, dams had w
“somebody mistook Gin for you, Gene, Te Was no
and shot him by mistake. Have you been charred edges ;
mixed up with a girl?” were unmistal
Gene Adams wagged his head em- doubt in the 1p
phatically. “The only girl I’m datin’, its use. What
chief,” he replied, “is Delia Frost up at the killer had a
Tunica. And I haven’t had a single cross dumping the bx
word with anybody about her.” : . “He was he
“It looks to-me,” one farmer spoke up, aa the house a
“as if some deer hunter just wasn’t lookin’ - - smapped. “Do}
where he was shootin’ and that Gin got. blanket came ou
be. off his own

in the way of the bullet. But the way I


SHEA, Bartholomew, white, elec. New York (Rennselser Co,) 2-11-1896,

"FOUR TIMES RESPITED. BUT ALL ARRANGEMENTS ARE COMPLETED FOR SHRA'S
ELECTROCUTION TODAY. - Dannemora, N. Y., Feb. 10. - The prison officials
have completed every arrangement for the electrocution of “°artholomew

Shea at noon tomorrow but before everybody here looms up the significant
fact that Shea four distinct times has been equally as far beneath the
shadow of death, and the yawning arms of the electric chair have seen

the victim snatched from them just as many times. It is a singular and
rather horrible fact that Shea will be executed by his friends. Warden
Thayer, who read the death warrant to-him tonight, has known him from KA&¥X
boyhood, living in the same city with him. Deputy “arden McKenna, who
will lead the procession of death as a guardto the prisoner, is also

from troy and knew the convicted man well. These were mere incidents
only, leading up to the more dramatic fact that in another part of the
prison is a man who, in the presence. of witnesses, under oath and in his
own handwriting, has declared himself the murderer of the man for whose
death Bartholomew Shew will to-morrow morning atone. Whether or not Shea
really killed McGough, the confessed murderer and Shea alone know, In all
thehistory of crime in this “tate it is doubtful. if. there was ever a more
seriou s situation, or one that had in it elements of such dramatic na-
ture." COURIERZJOURNAL, Louisville, Ky., Feb. 11, 1896.

"Dannemora, N, Y., Feb, 11 - Bartholomew Shea, better known as 'Bat! Shea,
died in the electrical chair to-day, payine the penalty for the murder of
Robert Ross, at Troy, in March, 189). He was attended by a clergyman from

his home and by 9 priest from the Roman Catholic church of this place. After

receiving the last sacrament, Shea said: 'I am innocent, Father, innocent,’
an K asserthon which he repeated during the rite of KKK anointment. When
he was conducted into the death chamber at BXKK 9:55 o'clock this morning
he started as he came in sight of the electrical chair, but said nothing.

The straps being adjusted, the priests in low tones read the service of the

dead. While the priests read the first voltage was turned on. The current
sent the body tightly against the straps and the neck and bared legs.

grew purple. For thirty-one seconds the contact was maintained and re-

duced to a light voltage for thirty-one seconds. When the current was ¥HX

turned off, there was an escape of air from the filled lungs, and Dr,

Ransom ordered the current on again. A contact of twenty-seven seconds

was maintained, and then the stethescope failed to show any life. The

escape of sir from the lungs sounded like a prolonged sigh, and made some

people think that there was life, but the puhysicians said’ that death was

instantaneous." COURIER-JOURNAL, Louisville, Ky., Feb. 12, 1896.


\
i


minded mersrymakers in down-
town streets . y. a gun-toting
drunk staggering through’ the
crowd, firing his revolver in all
directions. :

Summoned to the scene is a
beat-pounding policeman, The
terrified crowd scatters and the
drunk lurches Into a darkened
State Street doorway followed by
the patrolman ... Seconds later
there is the crash of a revolver
... the thud of a falling body.
... A policeman lies dead. ~

That was in 1876—on the eve of
the Fourth of July—and when
Policeman Louls Gomenginger

sagged to the floor with a buliet _

through his heart he became
first of martyrs to have his name

inscribed on the Pollce Depart-, ....

ment Honor Roll of those who
died violent deaths in the line of
duty.

, Under the one-word headline,
“MURDER,” the city's press the
next day told Rochesterians the
details of the first police killing
{in the town’s history. Gomen-
ginger, 35 year old, was the father
of three children; his slayer, Al-
den C. Fairbanks, the drunk, was
sentenced to spend the rest of his

_ life in Auburn Prison.

Gomenginger was one of half
a dozen local bluecoata to lay

down his life in pursuance of

duty.
So humdrum and mechanical

‘has much of their service become

in Rochester that seldom do
people think of: the dangers that
lie before the wearers of the

badge. Crime in any degree Is °

dangerous—both to the perpetra-
tor and investigator.

Officer William P, O'Neil was
a typical “copper.” When the
husky, good natured Irishman
pounded his beat, the neighbor-
hood kids tagged along after him,
taking turns carrying his “billy.”
He was a part of the everyday
life of the people whose doors he
passed daily.

So on a December day in 1888
when O'Nei) dashed down the
_atreet in pursuit of Willlam Man-
(ey, an habitual offender wanted
for disorderly conduct, entire
families poured from their homes
and stores to join in the chase.

The patrolman was within a
few yards of grabbing the fugi-
tive when Manley suddenly

wheeled, pointed a revolver at
O'Neill's chest. Beneath the gun-
man’s open coat two long-bladed
knives showed.

Manley, it was rumosed in the
neighborhood, was on the verge

of insanity, and as O'Neil] ap-.

proached, he attempted to quiet
the quivering man by speaking
calmly and quietly. It didn’t work.
A step away from his quarry.
O'Neil received a bullet through
the stomach, doubled up and fell
to the ground,

Then followed a scene which
proves “the stuff such men are

would be in grave danger should
Manley run amusk, O'Neil lunged
forward and tackled the gunmdn,
knocking the revolver from his
hand. In spite of his wound, the
_* policeman wrestled with the man
until he pinned him to the ground.
So vicious was the encounter that
Manley’s leg was fractured, yet it
took four men to hold him after
he had beerf subdued.

During the evening an operation
was performed with seven doc-
tors: attending. It was the first
operation of its kind in the city.
O'Nell died the following morn-
ing, and Manley later was com-
mitted to an asylum.

A telephone call to the Frank-
lin Street police station on a
night in May, 1912, smmoned help

made of." Realizing the crowd —

AS fg
aes.
,

to a North Street house where a
man had reportedly fired a shot

‘at a woman. Patrolman Frank

Ford, first. officer to reach the
scene, was warned by neighbors
that Nelson Sharpe, a boarder,
was in the house armed with a
pistol. He had come home intoxi-

, cated, they said, and shagged the

landlady from her home.

Ford entered and started to
search the rooms. As he stepped
into the unlighted kitchen where
Sharpe was waiting, he walked
directly into the gun muzzle
pressed against his chin. In the
same instant there was a blinding
flash and a_ bullet ploughed
through his jaw, lodging in the
back of his neck.

The policeman toppled to the
floor, his cries bringing Mason
Braman, a passerby, to his aid.
Again a shot rang out and Bra-
man found himself with a flesh-
wound in his arm. But he threw

himself upon Sharpe, disarmed |
him and finally’ gave him a ~*

thorough beating. before other
police arrived.

All three men were taken to the |

hospital, the gunman and Bra-
man were treated and released;
11 days after the episode, Ford
died, Nelson Sharpe paid for his
crime with his life in the electric
e@hair on Dee. 11, 1918.

“Men prowling around a store
en Plymouth. Avenue”’—a report

sfmilar to many sent out today—-

sent Policeman James H. Upton
on his Jast assignment on the
night of Mar, 19, 1919.

Arriving with a fellow officer;
Upton saw three men fleeing

‘from! the’ store. Two were over-

taken, overpowered and disarmed
of .38 caliber revolvers. Leaving
them with the other policeman,
Upton started after the third,
He raced down an alley into

- which the culprit had fled, and
‘ as he turned a corner at the far

end, was met with a pistol blast

- at close range. He slumped to

the pavement—dead.
After a prolonged search,

, Luigi Guadiagino,. a shoemaker,
" recognized. by a young woman
who had seen him running away

from the scene of the shoot-
ing, was taken into custody. The
trial following revealed an arson
plot when five gallons of gasoline
were found in the doorway of the
building which was occupied by
several families living in suites
over the store...

Guadiagino was tried, pleaded
guilty to murder in the second de-
gree, and served 14 years of a 20
year sentence in Auburn Prison
after which he was paroled.

Policeman William A. O’Brien,
victim of “The Thirty-Five Dollar
Murderer,” sat at his desk in
University Avenue station on the

_ night of May 2, 1919, awaiting

results from a police net that
had: been thrown around the
Garson Avenue sector where resi-
dents had been bothered for sev-
eral weeks by prowlers. |

When the phone rang and an
excited voice reported “a burglar
‘in a house on Garson Avenue,”
O'Brien sped to the address. He
ran to the rear of the home, en-
countered a youth jumping from
the porch and commanded him to
throw up his hands. In answer
the boy turned and pumped four
shots inte O’Brien from a few
feet. O'Brien dropped with the
first shot but managed to fire
his own gun twice from the

ground, one buNet wounding t Y xi
fleeing bandit. bs
Other officers heard the shoot}:
ing and arrived in time to collatne*:
the fugitive. He was 18-year-olg@ ja’
Elmer Hyatt. Besides his gun nit :
carried a bayonet in hia belt. HisJ; a id
loot consisted of a box of cigaresiaiy s27€.
and a few pieces of jewelry. ibs alee
mitting previous house “jobs,” h¢, :
revealed that the entire proceed}
from his short career of crim

- had netted him exactly $35.

During the night the 29-year-olgi:
officer, father of three children bar)
died. He was the second policess 323) :¢.
man to die in less than a mont Poh 4
and a half. Hyatt “equalized” Re
being electrocuted, . $e

§
fi

of a criminal was Detective Vi ee

.tor Woodhead on: Nov. 12, 19823.

The cigar counter in the Chamiitg7
ber of Commerce had been robhe¢ # pee ee
of $500 and police were. on thip #3"
look for Joseph (Doll Facets
Grant, Syracusan, suspected offs hye:
the crime. Detectives Woodheac'{3
and Sharpe were assigned to thé
case, peel “hi
They finally trailed Grant. ance
another man from the Centra>:
YMCA to a Stillson Street ramy%
garage. When Woodhead ap;
proached to seize Grant, . thé; ah if
‘dapper, 23-year-old crimjna.; eo.
backed toward the door ance
emptied four bullets into thiigt¢
detective’s body. Woodhead livecis7:
for five days. E

Grant, captured eight hours
later, pleaded gullty to seconds
degree murder and was sentenced."
to life in Attica Prison. He wat:
transferred later to Dannemoxa. 4

That was the last time a Roch iii
ester police officer paid with hic ae
life in line of duty. But forgery
those who would belittle thegs bes
hazards and dangers that gé.swits
along with a police force jobXae titi
don’t forget the line in the Bluey hake
Book—"“Remember, eltisens, defers.
dies for you.” : a

cn arte


AwweurbesssUUBAAPOwuyD >»

— SHARPE, Nelson, white, 40, electrocuted >,’
‘~ SXWeXATNX (Monroe) December 10, 1913.

ny
» aaa

: _glicemen s Badges

D.&C. DEC 28 1969. ~ 2% we

When a Rochester police-

‘pao retires or dies, his badge
* gsually is returned to head-

quarters.
Eventually it {s Issued toa
newcomer to the force.
But there are exceptions.
Ten badges hang in an
honor roll display in the Pub-
lic Safety Building, never

_again to be worn.

They are the badges of the
10 Rochester policemen killed
in line of duty.

Police Bureau officials say

neither the badges nor the
badge numbers ever again

Auburn

teil Else Can

will be issued to members of
the force. .
The honor roll:

Paltrolman Locis Gommen- ~
ginger, 35, of three; fa-

tally shot — 3, 1876, im a
State Stree ouse
when he tried to arrest a man
who had ied a shot toward a
erowd in the streef. His slayer
was . sentenced to life in

ison. ——_—_
Prtrolman William P.

O’Neil, 47, father of four; fa-
tally shot Dec. 29, 1888, on

Adams Street by a man he

had arrested on a warrant in- ©

j in Garson Avenue.

Wear

volving a family dispute. The
slayer was committed to a
mental hospital.

Patrolman Frank. Ford, 36;
fafally — May 18, 1912, ina
North Stree™OUartme House

as he attempted to arrest a
man accused of threatening a

- woman witha gun. The slayer

was electrocuted.

=,

Patrolman James H. Upton,
30; shot to death March 19,
1919, as he was pursuing a
‘ian from a store in Plymouth
Avenue South. Police said an
attempt had been made to set

‘fire to the store in a climax to

a business rivalry. A suspect,
arrested in 1921 following a
gun battle between bootleg-
gers, served 14 years in
prison.

tee Y

Patrolman William A.
rien, of two; shot in
the heart May 2, 1919, by a
burglar flee ouse

year-old was cnvicted of
murder and electrocuted.

ose,
Iman John T. Mallett,

30, fath@x of two; injured fa-
tally June 1931, in a 2-car
collision at t Avenue and

driving a police
scene of an auto a
Barton Street.

Detective Victor Woodhead,
40, father of’one; fatally shot

Nov, 12,1932, in a Stillson |
treet garage as he was trying |

to arrest a suspect in a $500
the the Chamber of Com-
merce. A 23-year-old man was
sentenced to life in prisgn.

trolman James T. Volz,
43, fther of two; killed Sept.
1573-49 when he was struck

acciderc a car while di- ¢
recting tMaffic at Main Street
East and ince Street as an

audience wa leaving the Au-
ditorium Theater following a
stage performance of “The
Moon Is Down.”

atrolman Harold V. Shaw,
Res Ud two; fatally shot
Dec. 11, 1959, as he investi-
gated a Bu Tory at an oil
company office in Ambrose
Street. Two men are serving
life terms in prison for the
crime.
PatNolman Leo Kerber, 65,
father two; killed Dec. 10,

dentally by wo cars at Good-
man Street North and Hay-

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Cattinge Down Appropriations,

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the interests
ire the introduction «

Lecisiature

warn the !
tive in their acti
ubtiess if
will meet execut

e expenses must

The government receives for its. $100,-
006.000 of bonds GUuhesats 07 This
makes the average rate ¢ : est atout
three and three-eighths, (2 gale had

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4 conta tow a : bus b reset ot che cone np ret pCbg, esieiiay.< ane CORGCHE ">
Fe ee xte nbawrenct  VANOR., SHARIR. Gaeaee cs man appeared, resigned,
; sw donsinntt athe wens pee, nm cunt egnatl- kev. Pather Swift, agrived in’ Platts-
tone of thir nye wie ‘ehia’ tal ie st | burgh this gHOrning, but "said: he would
weather with 1 afternose, am ana bi 2, eal not <o to Dannemora.s until: he Was
here ; Abliged to-—meaning that he would see
“dane 1 w falling in the Tames see Apa On- Shea thiscafternocon and be. with Rim
ae w modogage tem PORREE ET, new until the exeaution,
: vied Patddle ATM AtIC. se@a+ The wind here ts blowidge about forty
ma watores vine Boted Le bbe teeone | or fifty miles an hour an@ huge drifts of
N wot the igke; epeseaey show have been driven against the
AY'S TEMPER ATURE. IN TT ged a i prison walls:
x, oS : a ee aid 88 dearees Preparations Completed,
PROBARILATERS The imprasion'in Pannémora is that
rrouthe New York Herald ph the mines rl Shea wi fio to the fasal chair with the
anh ee ee he Fenty ee ot Remmerntare’ penne composure that has characterized
ig the inte han sect lon, |p ae men WH a5 duet» during the case. Every-
. nb Aerreh tite ae hae veowe evow ipetne moked thing fs in) readiness for the electrocu-
ren . VW eh ere set) fale owenther, with | tinh, ahd. providing no order to the con-
slight t : iat | trary. be» received: by Warden Thaver,
‘ re Au wn he OP Shea will be electrocuted, about. 11:45
: LO Mi ky M A. : 4 Jus. Fehon to-morrow morning.
gti Py: To Confer This Afternoon.
City Norn ; tt: wae stated ‘this morning that
will be & pry gunna? i Messrs; Norton. and Hitt,.counsel for
th Dai ra aera ti ie. ar Shea, would confer thts afternoon at the
: a a Oe | Hotel Kehmorée, Albany, and. that. it
4 ke to the Pough- | wos possible that the counsel would re-
. | consider their determination not to make
- vanee of Lincoln’s futther efforts in behalf of Shea. «It was
rs i held Wednesday, €ve- reported that Mr. Hitt “and Mr. Norton
walt 6. AR waned - | had decided that it was possible to ap-
5 ; yearn as oP, peal to the Appellate Division of the Su-
je ‘na Character of preme Court from the decision of Justice
: Mayham, denying the motion for a new
i Ghaairy* teraporaty ‘Te- trial on the ground of newly discovered
m of Jessup’ & Goeppner evidence,
s and effects of the firm at Will Not Interfere.
ward M, Jessup for At 1 o’clock this afternoon Galen R.
> een who with mil } ditt, one af. the counsel for “Bat” Shea,
a ot j firm, will now called upon Governor Morton at the ex-
business. a e ecutive chamber and asked for a com-
— cate Comstock heard this morn mutation of sentence to imprisonment
ne proc nes int sitest over, the | for life.
: f-this-city. The He admitted that the Court of Appeats
st < rea Rt about $5,000. he | had virtually decided against him, but
: : « James Dalty of New Yark, | said that previous rulings of.courts in
ne ~« toatator. The hearing | this state required that deHberation and
. next week. premeditation should be shown in. mur-
ca sa'to the top-of | der in the first degrec; he claimed that
r the ice went | the time within whith the human. mind
. +s was sustained. | could act could not.be measured. He
r » island without | declared that the tragedy occurred in a
rm toned freshet was | brawl or riot in-the thirteenth ward, and
r the Broadway'| at bést the intention to, kill had’ never

fox pounds

ere running.

adie fri ih the “so

for a moment entered the mind of Shea

wr Dera r an early hour} before the fetal skot was fired.

r morning an ‘oOntinued near Mr. "FLitt hold * that commutation of
ing +t ground to a | sentené> to impriscnment for. life would
4x inches. The storm | 6f itself be°a terrible punishment and

t had been pre~ | that it would amply meet the require-
Ris \dieations Satur- | ménts of justice.
, ac to roofs and trees tiovernor Morton’s Repty.
im beautiful ap- In reply to the appeal made in behalf
of white, of the prisoner Governor. Morton said
inet the origi- that the matter had teen most carefully
twill engage in | considered by him, in an its. various
{ re sinegs in the | stages) that it had. been given greater
; 1 iby 1. W. Bourh- |-considetation by the courts of this state
aS | i nleo bel eceu- | than almost ‘any other case within his
/ re who will syc- | knowledge; that the courts had all been
4 & Mr. Frank~ }unanimous in their decisions adverse to
t ye “of the | {he prisoner, and therefore he thought
of the most }qnd felt that there was no sufficient
% and? com- | reason existing why he should.tnte
4 v friends ie 4 with the exccution of the law.
, ¢ i the Weetnibester pels
Kore held in New)” York ( Obituary.
Petr lwige a most inders]  \.he funeral of Michael. J. Coffey, aon
i ’ inion of caninet Thi year) of Comptroller James. W., Coffey, took
— y to many TRIAS, 4 place Meer i. Francis's ehirch this
17 w of fast that three entries Wt) mornia ‘There was @ large attend.

BNC isthiden ts of the tua Bale si

pdt dlils, sbtiainaiishton bes sadilaba ity sal il

Siiisn Stanaupoine | OnE Cauda casuy Tee
mi the reaction. means misery. ‘He | be no protection @
Who lives & Christian life,” said Mr.|1f he kills a a
Murrny, “‘livés' an unselfish life and | caught by any o!
: i divide uy A
must’ necessarily live a happy life.” | 2 relia
¥ mud as e@ other
Continuing the speaker said the only ) viating Ar dang
Way to live A Useful life was to follow | “Clviding up’ is
te +} as the writer
the teachings of Christianity. Mr. Mur- | egain. very few
ray referred to the influences of en- | quarrel with thet
4 : ‘1 ;} that is of no pé@l
v ronment and the force of a father’s | to them, though |
éxXampic on his children of ine game, or €
A Life's Le Poeete ane %
" ABO, ; for Various reasor
Mr. Murray related the remarkable be anxious to giv
tny rh ale ‘ i tion,win case of
stéry of his Hfe in a manne which | their complatnt
awakencd intense interest and crented a if deer in the A
; 1 tected, my exper
profound impression, When a ! he ; me to think Rat
With companions had formed t} rabbit } BY your correepor
of running away from school . KO | ly and forever pda
SWimming, and one day he found a} en thay ne ie
\uable dog which he took to his home. In | selence. With has
a. few days he went out with the dog | every probable ‘
and was approached by a man Ww ho | man with a ep
wanted to buy the animal He sold the | for escape are vy
dog, saying that his brother owned It peice ead yb sit
Shortly afterward his companions told the titers aad
him, that the police were about to arrest | row,’ and the
him: for Stealing the Gog, and then he | day after day, If
determined to leave home: When he Those who und
reached Chicago he entered the news- men ere RNa,
boys’ home and became a bootblack and piste phic a in |
newsboy. Then he followed the races, | ti after a few d
picked pockets and gambled until he de- | cluded, unlooked
veloped into a professional thigf. In the |} remain for some
summer of 1884.in Upper Sandusky, | This hounding t
Ohio, there was a county fair and Mur-] joe OBE on
ray with others: “put in’ two or three | as to star utd
places there, ‘Tne marshal was notified] in the Adirondac
and he organized a posse to purstre the | do nat! ut F
robbers. Just as the pursuere Appeared -.q@pen feasot wit
the robbers boerded a freight train, | umber that one
. would go fur
The crowd shouted to the trainmen, and Mi Dame ly 4
one of the brakemen called ta the men | protector in ©
to get off. They refused and told the | tector |
brakeman they would shoot him if he | defined lon
molested them. The brakeman hurled | #worn and held
coal at them and was shot. The robbers bap vb vba So sueel
held possession of the train for several] in hi fe doh path
miles and escaped. would hav: e
For seven or eight months Murray {| ber 1 to Decemhbs
was followed, and was finally caught | -with the fine #9
an lodged in the Ohio state prison, He oh to take che:
was confined jn a little cel, where he | qoge should also
discovered a bible. He read the book, | ridges, and esp
but becoming perplexed threw it into @ | twenty or .twent
corner, where it. remained three or four | to fifty ‘birds’ ¢
months. Then he opened to the New be found now
Testament and read the story of the life ero, S ne:
of Jesus, and when he came to the cruct- of the past
fixion he became a eonverted man. He
prayed for his release, and was pardoned
in about thirty days, since which time Miss May
he has labored in ‘the Christian cause. sono iggaas
In telling the story Mr. Murray said | 4* her home
that there never was a time that he did | evening
not prefer to do right, but his assocta- —A part
tions were of the kind to develop the ba na ty
évil element. ‘‘When you look at me,” Troy will
said Mr.. Murray, in. conclusion, “you | to Gabler’s
look at'a man with whom God has) ning.
walked and lived, who has been given a -It is nd
beuutiful home and blessed in every ’ i
way.” Lyceum of St
After his release Mr. Murray visited | week's retreat
the prison with evangelist Milis and | port of L
addressed the inmates, . R :
Ley ©
ma ae
can ord rea
Anniversary Exercises. duis Mi :
M mon on :
The thirteenth anniversary of the; . 4 .
i} church vest
Bethany Presbyterian Sunday School | ‘ype
A. gar 1
was observed yesterday afternoon with ; ue
| cribbage
interesting exercisés. Despite. the in-| . i
aay eve
clement wenther there was a good at ke Mah: 500. }
Smith 500, M
tendance. The superintendent, D. G,} ies i
; The la
Buchanan,. presided. A review the | ‘that t)
+ ‘ 1 Club at th
Westminster shorter catechism was ar- | i t }
recently w
ranged for the classe@, and the scholars | de
: ae uncing art
showed a famillarity with that work. Z
, ‘ |} mania ha rid
There was singing by the primary class, | re ‘
4 ; pool TVG ¢
Miss Nettie Thompson and Mrs. Wi : ‘
hurch’ last «
Ham Paterson, teachers, and the anthem k A
LR i . j Mre. Me#¢kit
Pray For the Peace of Jerusalem P .
« or the Offe
Knox, was effectively sung bs puAT -
tette--Misa Marlu Gelser, soprano: Miss it a
. eae + ; ihe Sunaas
Sarah Thompson, alto; William Camp. | fR nd
4 , ; hey \ ‘
hell, tenor, and John Campbell dase. Dp. ¥ Vall
, Van Valke
Geotge Rpende, the retiring septetary. |
el the Lous at the
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‘Grou meds

Rupaonr AFTER N, FEB. 1, 1896.
The Leseon of ragedtes.

To-day at Dannemora prison Bar
tholomew, Shea pave up ‘the life which
the a#tate had. declared forfeited, The |
law took his Hfe begause h had: put «a
ellowman to. deaths The one tragedy
Jollo wed the other in the natural, order
Fihat prevails where common rights ar

arded . and Justice — is enforced

sentence. earried@ into cffect af

Mnnemera was. the vindication: of the

i aw's majesty, the assertion of the fact

" that Truth and Justice miust be supreme
if orranhized society) 1s to be maintained
and sound government’ upheld

Por the poor vieting Of circumstances
who died in ‘the electric chait ‘to-day al)
have ‘the fullest pity; for hts family
there ‘s profound sympathy. In_ not
single human heart in this mmunity
do we believe there fs any feeling of
vindictiveness; or any desire to rejoic
over the untimely. fate that has over-
taken @a:thelomew Shea.

It canna be denied that Shea had a
wie -rema rka ble for its ‘fairness, Into

- feeliag of) political animosity
i to entersuOn the contrary,

consklieratians had d
advantage would have. been

mi-

n his side.) ‘The counse! for, the
om were eminent Democrats,
a: by’ @ Democratic . gov
vf the state. The jury
convicted Shea was composed

of men of different political creeds, who
were” vivanirmous in their belief as to his
guilt. A. Democrat governor refused
to commute his gentence, The highest
court in the state upheld ‘the finding of
the lower tribunal, unanimously con-
curring in the opiniom prepared by Judge

ot the civil
one! ‘Elmer E. Bliaworth fell be-
fore ah assassin) in Alexandria, the
country was aroused, to ah intensity «of

Be 4

hy
%

from
when 1
young
of the
leas b&
fihe m

President Krueger of the Boer republic
déclines to visit England on the invita-
tion of the government unless it is speci-
fied in advance what subjects shall be
discussed... The old Dutchman does not,

A

fceling hardly wecond to that, whiett fol« | propose to have any surprises sprung | ».,
lowedethe fring ’on Fort Suinter: In.md- } on him. ) Wetine
dition to theepop ular sorrow at: the une i Sy et Ye eoclal
Mimely end ete beffiant and, able HOME “MATTERS, ii
iwe r " r Pe . thy ¢ ah i ; eonage |
young soldier was the patrioth wratn x red From ‘Third P age.) | tle nn
ited by the traitorous deed, Colonel Rila- |= : - = | edihies 7
: ial Ye
| worth, like the men of the Sixth Massa- NOTE S FROM OUT OF Tow a deg te
l‘chusetts Régiment who ‘were: Killed. by MATLAN fe - reg ee tay, ag
; J ; ATLAS > ha # s seater -
| the Baitimorermob, was a pioneer mar- i he irm of Streeter | was h
| tyr to the cause of Libe Uni peda ge: rietors of the Berkeley, | 2nd Ww
4 ‘4 Be 0 as Y ary nic +. > ry ’
} yr ? Wibérty and t n. + : te hots Susiness will | ° 7
| | Robert Ross, who was killed in. this | pe ed by W. A. Dennison sabia
| i . m » hoe Ae AE :
hcity. while defending the punty, of the G NW i—It Is reported that John
ballot ‘box,..was of the game mold ae RB Greenwich is a candidate for
Colonel ENisworth and the brave Massa- | 8! ft s Larmon of Salem,--The
| chusetta boys ‘In blue, and like them he ; tow! ; s wit bela. fm the Unique
ffered Bete a sacrifice on the altar of |‘ se Sa lay afternoon ; ey
his COMMER. He is as deserving of MILIER.~-A party .ef merry give a
honor Qs: APLY, oO the patricts wh have m shy £ lio were redentiy i epera
fallen a Spatth: fields‘ where great prin- rn j ; Hotel Huds Mise Carré | Raymod
‘ } : oe iG 8 t i fc M lay for! ver, Col. Bhe | meet
cinles Wete fovght out) He sto HOSUR
w at bo two mnths Mra. M
(¥#he liberties of the people as. truly as ! Sits ny +i
; CHARLTON "he leventh annual meet- | Murph
‘William Tell, or Winkelried, or Robert | , ‘ . ye Cn tual TRON oomph
EK - Jol ‘ ‘ ne ft 4 ariton Agric iiturnal Awsocta- | placed
ik e - : trowr ym the :)
‘“mmet, or. John Brown, ¢ th {j ies bie: mbberctad Supervisor W. | for ke
Eastin Of. . Nistory wees) patnes Ore I vert was elected president and George | ! »} LA
| Sarratiae to us. He may not have fll bHeok: « ary d treasurer for the] » inal
| $0 Gonspieucus a place as these men, but ; Next ar | polige
phe lived and died as they €id, for great | LAGULE BRIDGE.- Mrs, Adelbert Stewart, bware, |
| principles. who was thrown from her wagon Friday | just b
{ eee be ila Nilelan te co ee | 7H
| the young Trojan. exemplified the |~. & by a collision, ts confined to her hea. | Wh \.
: ; | ) ed we of Pai Te “i i
i spirit 6f Ameri anism—the spit that |, a 4 james of Baird, Texas... 1s | ,
, . q ‘ tin ¥ \t the Democratic caucus Batur :
tolerates no ' interference Wit st | ‘K Allen, Thomas lowe, Edward
| rights ‘and which ‘protects the ballot- | } Dell Brown and Michael Curtis | towne
, 4 by
box, because only through preserving its 1 : : delegdtes.—W. W. Thomas is | Hadley
sanctity can trie American liberty be | + Rev. A. 1, Ehle ls at Johne- ‘
assured He was no election -brawler wn.-Ha Cottrell has sold his farm of,
: # acres to Supervisor HM, R, Perty for\y
He went to his duty with the purest ani 1 $6,000. ~ 1 W. R. Hebbie was itn ‘town
dg of ‘motives, and.‘ his) life | Tuceday id
as given up not only for his own rights, KEESEVILLE.—J. H. A, Bond is visiting ~ o
. a0 4s

tit for the rights of every — Ameri-
can voter.

This is the thought that must be in
many minds ‘to-day, and stimulate a

his parents in Sandy Hilll.--The heavy. fall
of snow yesterday, followed by, ish wind
‘Today, ig Griftiniy tie” road: pan
‘yas been issued for the Repablicin town
cavers Bebruary 16 at Fir ‘ps ‘hall, to
officers fdr the March

Peckham. one of the feremost Demo- } tender and reverent regard for the In- | nominate town
cratic jurists in this commonwealth, and jtrepid youth who 60 bravely guarded | election,_James Dolan, an old and re- ay
since transfém@ed: to the bench : of the.| American citizenship. The Times in giv- gpected citizen, died at the home ‘of his itt
United States Supreme Court, A Demo- | ing It expression |voites the sentiment da ghter at the Commercial on Tasty) nd
; : ‘ “ seta , -. | Seturday. The funeral was held to-day ym
atin 4 tins Q ~ oe ry ‘ 7 eT) i ad
cratic justice. of the Supreme Court of | of théeigreat body of reputable citizenship | trom the church of the Immaculate Con-
this stsie denied a motion. for a new } of Troy. Good people, hére and .else- ‘een i
trial, and later refused to ¢rant a stay | where appreciate the: sacrifice made by y ARRENSBURGH.—Hezckiah larber, |
of executiom To @allvef these: Nemo- | Robert Ross and firmly uphold the | pics eighty-five years, started for Jake Ey
atic authorities the proof of Shea's | principles, to which .he dedicated ji aose Saturday about p. m., ‘with «
cullt scems to have! been so overwhelm- | his life. All honor to him, “and | horse and sl¢eizh. In passing the stag
% P 4 ate 4 e ~ ,
z g as to convinee #hém that there was {may the remembrance ‘of his action sate ra ne vi, rae pethidine sig ea pu
of i 4 is ; j | Caus njurte rom which ws fe
gz d reason. for invpertefing with the prove effective in strengt thening the pur- | Causing 8 or , . ;
i} he cannot recover. He was badly t ;
of the law ose of every American voter to do his |
a‘ : , px 33) P ‘: ere jan the face, and was brougiit home uncg
son wher hand, a Republican: gov- | share in making impossible such condi-:|gcious.~Bnow commenced railing about 7°
unted .Shea thus respites and | tions as existed at the time Robert Ross | o'tlock Sunday and about eleven inches ee ae
rded his counsel the fullest opportu- |was (killed. -A monument te to Be. few Im. twelve hours. Businces men Dies os eee
y aie th a fr * } ) , /; Joe jobbers are hopeful of a run of sleigh~{ ad
§ 3 hisinnoctnee. Thesefacts | raised to him: but @ still better testi- |4nge to eemplete the winter's work.—Com- F Wile
monstrate tha there has bees’ | monial will be the demonstrated fact | munion was celebrated At sie Presbyte- | Rutlg
b nt : . i tian chureh Sunday morning ; a
seer haste; that the prisoner | that the principles for which he died are Pigs wht ne
; GHENT,—The rinter meetin the | ana
benont of every doubt, and! still a vital force in this community, and}. + ati halo porelegae - tne | and
ea tans’.) htt i j hed theit Young People’s Society of Christian En- | ¢ajr
Tia 1a HO | that: th crimes which reache 5 Heavor will be held in the Reformed church ob us
' udges, jurors, | climax when he fell shale known here | ishatham, February 20.--Miss Kittle @oburn | peqm
ino more. is quite sick, also Mis& Alma Stup een, { dong
if 4th traredy of | a = mes os who has typhoid fever but is slow ims | Scie
M ippiemented by the Rays and Oscillators, proving. —-A Christian Endeavor ; pra‘se "
to~day i G8. one that cannot Professor Pupin of Colambia College says | #er vice was held in the Lutheran) chureh@ ,,,
¢ Ps fhat there is a great production of ozone | Bunday night.—Ashel Hardin ad’ family
2] » rrotte <a s % 2 he 7 4 c choEh
" Fe Soren it teaches about the machines “where Roentgen photo- have moved to Philmont.--A ya in’s
y of American citi4] graphs being takogy. One of his assist- oe ri ST eee
24 ett di topiie «ty ants W areatad up all day, all night | birt hday sociable will be he % | e-
. 11390 pk OR ae a antsene hand a Z Nday, and at Wo o'clock at formed church Wednesd eat wer
rig Ame rican voter to vole ds | night Y sh, ft room itself, Pro- | Ryan and son Willie, of EES
wand 1 y fi) iiiHie vote counted | fessorgg - emélis as sweet as the } 4 | ttion. of last week ©
' bit Af oie ole 1 EE onan te pth nder shower. ~Hartford {8h ekis. Theodore Puly
r { Shee, Ht lies at the very 5 ; . : > time, is no
, . Ts :
« ur iyietitiitions. If it I | The Ren! ata {rays are not destined ea 4 ILLE.~
" ¥ Foe 7 re ¥ 4 ¥ e ; t ney)
euipd Roper government |' roukh. too mue@h modesty in t ition
' ; 4
( Liars and : Kk jaivged merite. Already.
ta pig ture the Soon) and

ape! RE em ee Ae

Hii, Sabbiael ae a ee ll celta

5
cited. secadbeim ick ix

rec we

mab

-tmorning.

Died tn €
Prieon at 58 O'Clock This Morning—
Kate With Composnre- Last
” the Prigsen—The Witnesses—

to Thie|

y crime peat at Clifiton prison, where
Wwaa PReotroeuted at 9:58 o'clock this
He Killed Robert Ross March
& i8%, and after a legal battle almost
i =n). in
i Rieetrocution.

je the thirtleth

uke place in the state. The
have died. tn the chair at
Cal.. Wood, executed
Kernal Loth, January 6,

were:
R92 -

Met Death Unmoved.
iea, met his end quietly, being sup-
xted by Vicar General Swift, pastor of
St Zap atrick’s Church, Troy, of which
shea TR @ communicant. There
i wes the.) customary assembly of
| witpesses ba iAhe electrocution room, all
Of Sen Gm zswere impressed with the sig-
sifrance of the proceeding. Shea was
apparently unmoved and walked to the
nassisted.
Gave the Signal. '
strapping took but a brief instant
after a short but thorough inspec-
J. B. Ransom, the prison physi-
ped back and gave the signal.
Shea Dead.
urned the lever and

‘ter
ian Davis t
released leaped into
current was turned ehed and
the yus form.
signal was given, and
turned off nothing
formal examination remained.
Ra and other, physicians ap-
the stethoscope and Warden Thayer
inced that Shea wae dead.
“et Death With Composure.
om died at 9:58 o'clock this morning.
the chair in a quiet man-
ed himself with com-

unconscic

P Current Was

anson

olta were Riven and
was-extinct, accord-
statement of Dr.
tage was reduced .to
w seconds when it
It was reduced a
Ransom applied a
t to dete
He

cane

rmine
Ay peared
but as

W at

‘ ra
Emi Oi ae “d of
: aiethosend

6 thie

A eo oa Hen.

Shea's”

| the

urging us

; Was
| whieh
the
with apy

aaae ag long ®
wi take® te
church.

Pratibha: =~

. s
som, the prion phy ¥ieian. The, rusults
the examination was rather startling %

that it showed that Shea would have,
The’

died of consumption within a year.
physicians found that the left lung was
affected with acute tuberculosis and t hat
the spleen and liver contained indica-
tions of the same diseas>. Dr. Ransom
stated. that had Shea been granted @&
new trial he. would haye died. before &
verdict wotfld have been rendered. All
the other organs were normal.

The brain was not examined, owing *
the. fact that the family had claimed the
body, and in such a contingency the 4aw
forbids a mutilation of the remains ¢x*
cept In case of absolute necessity.

Stopped Work.

During the morning. every + convict
with the exception of. those working in
the offices remained in their cells, At
12:49 th: prison whistle blew and at 1
o'clock the convicts returned to work.
It is the first time in the prison’s his-
tory that the convicts have’ suspended
work during a “killing,” as it fs termed
here. When Davis and Smith were elec-
trocuted October 29 the convicts were
working in the shops and - were. just
“minning in’? when Davis's last moments
were passed, :

Shea's Statement.

Shea selected the Troy Press as the

medium through which to make a ‘jast

statement; The letter handed. to Warden |

Thayer just before the execution is a8

follows:
“Dannemora, N. ¥., Feb,_ 11.
“To the Editor of the Troy Press:

“As I am about to leave this world, I
think it is.my duty to express my feel-
ings In regard to my trial and convice
tion. To my attorneys, Mr. Norton and
Mr. Hitt, I wish to say that IT am very
thankful to them’ for their earnest and
untirine efforts in my behalf. I wish to
say, also, that I dg not think that I had
a fair trial, and the people used extra-
ordinary means to bring about my con-
vietion, through the pre Radi “of the
Committee of Pubtk:

“And as to som in fihonnes that
testified against me: That one Lansing’s
testimdmy, in regard to the way I shot
Robert Ross was false. And also Mrs.
who swore that she saw, six men
standing near a barn with a: gman, who
to be a politician; who was
rhead and eart@ioney,
fala¢é, as nothing of the
place

Titus,

‘yy claimed

to go

that Aliso

kind took
“Ae to shooting Hobert Rosa, aa awor

to by witneseacd Zeainst meé,-the evidk ace

falex iD ent of the 4

i ai aes. 0 1 never.

Skt day of Mas

was

BVOGF

polls one

arta ete VY Oa

was Robert Rows, a strong,
man, grappling with and at-
o disarm Bhea. 3

2 Wiltem Bose Shot.

proach, lifted his weapon andi’ fired.

he bullet struck William in the head
Vand he pitched forward to the ground.

The Murder. :

“Robert, seeing his brother fall, threw
off Shea and started in pursuit of Me~-
Gough. The latter turned and fired, but
retreated
|; of a hollow or gully on the west side and
opposite the polling place. Robert
immediately behind, and they
down the bank nearly together,
the gully they ran, McGough a little
ativance. Aa they reached the _ rising
ground on the north McGough fell,
Robert tumbied almost upon him.
ran, too, and. came up on the’
ground west of where the two men, lay,
He fired a shot at them, which either
did’ not take effect or else wounded Mc-
Gough. The latter squirmed yp from
the. ground and darted off. Robert was
slower in rising, and was just getting to

fired at the pack 6f Robert's head. This
was the fatal shot. The body: “Of Robert
straightened up, and Shea; {urhing to
‘look, either believed that: His “work had
not been done,
figain in front of Robert. The bullet
tore its way through the overcoat and
, undercoat, but did not pentrate the

vbody.
Shea and McGouch.

Shea ran to the east and passed ‘by
Boland, who ran) to Robert's pieces.

Fran. to Robert and found ¢

| head covered with blood. He called upon
‘} American citizens to arrest the murder-
ers. “I’m with you, Jack,” cries Boland,
_and he started again for McGough. The
‘Jatter fired, and Boland returned the

‘plank cartridges only. ‘“Tom” Keefe,

of Boland with a brick in his hand:

Boland faced him and
shoot. Keefgg brother ran

knocked the / out of “Tom”
} onstration
nd he oe by run

up
Keefe’s
; i cave
Gough a fe
ning to Nort Hj ae

othen citizens

| ow WX. > him
ran\up Orr streé
ll Stanie 3
laney. . They
saloon, - He,

¢ ts TTRORT

ih

know whi
killed BR
that the had
Re
Shea’a 00
Stephen L.
edteainred a
the people
trial should
District J
county req
him of the
the order,

across the street to the edge |

and}
Shea,
rising?

charge of A
later Georg

| who had t
wre. |

went) -¢
Across: }:
in-

his feet, whens Shea ran “past him and |

turned back and fired |.
6 a

execti
weeks
| afternoon
decision de

fire, but his revolver was loaded with |
one }

of the gang, came up on the other side | oy

| joyrnmen Cf
| The chat
| committees
tions wer
Mr. Ken

threatened to }
and |

Me- i

peeuie baie 4


toop, across from the prison; wetched |
+ the signal that would indicate: that |
Shea was dead
A more dreary or desolate place than

Clinton prison cannot well be imagined | 1894, nearly two years ago, Rabert Rossa

. winter Picture A lone, gray wall en snd hia brothers, John H. Boland and

wz a number buildings, all of | other reputable and determined citizens

ick and atone The enly stan of life | of the third district of the thirteenth

ie the guard, who in the daytime wv eae ward went to th polls, prepared t) Te-
the wall with gun in hand The wind | sist any attempts at fraudulent voting,

‘ howls ami? the show whitens the land which they had good ground to believe
| scape until the inhabitants retreat with- would be made. The thirteenth ward

e we | in deors
+. Calline the Witneeses,
4 ; The witneesce assembled in ‘the hotel
offiee and eyed the prison across
h 2» the way with curious feelings. © M
Ss * Couehlin Warden Thayer's private
secretary, was in charge. of the wit
: neases. and came across to the hotel
t ~ | shortly after 9 o'clock this morning. He
> examined the invitations,.and when the
ui yo was rendy said Gentlemen, fol
ses . it was a serious Igoking body
ie men that left the hotel and walked
through Warden Yhayer's private
t erounds to the door. of the electro-
‘ution room.
The party halted in an outside room,
and Warden Thayer caused to be read
he pames of the witnesses. As each

called’ he walked
fnto an ordinary

person's name was
from a corridor and
sized room.

The floor is asphalt and flag and ‘a
i wumber of benches occupy ane efid: In
the farther end is the death chair, and
just behind is the closet wherein is the
lever that controls the current,

Bhe Warden's Statement.

When she witnesses were seated the
warden stepped forward ‘and stated
that every arrangement had been made
wn ry precaution taken to carry out
the se@htence in the manner provided by
Aw Hat no matter what happened the

witnesses were to keep their seats, as
r had been: provided

ntingency

for, He also stated that before leaving
a 4 witnesses would have to sign the
ath certificate, which would be. in
rea ess in the anteroom.
q Tt was just $:55 o’clock when the pro-
seiom entered the room. First came
ar Warden Thayer and Deputy McKenna
h' and immediately behing them was Shea,
nL Vicar General Swift of Troy
. nd ather Belanger of Dannemora.
Shea was dressed in black and wore no
g ¢ iar
Passed the Morming In Frayer.
: P ther Belanger told the Times re-
; porter thet Shea had been totally re-
* Re signed to hie fate and had passed the
morning in prayer with Fathers Swift
and Belanger. The last rites of the
aay ehurth had been administered to him by
‘tie the priests. It consisted of absolving
ered bim of hie sine, administering to him
rs for the sacrament of the holy eucharist and
met 8 reading the offices of the church, recom-
wn mending hira to the mercy of his God.
hor pe Will Arrive To-morrow.
‘t for Com. F. Borne, who took charge of the
remains after the avtopsy, will leave
which | with the body for Troy on the train de-
ae parting from Dannemora at 6:03 o'clock
finel 4

nn e..
inform |e. m. The arrangeroenta for the funeral,

| ism on the other.

| McGough and others of ‘their ilk escort-

‘te train should arrive in Troy at 2400 {!

Timea nara well acquainted with) these

facts,
The Murder.
On the morning of the 6th pf Maroh,

is known to be strongly Republican, but

by means of t
outrageous corrupt method

will of. the rity had been re.
and borus pluralittées for Demo
eratie candidates had. been rolled up.
Matters had gone so far that it had
partisan contention, and
had become a struggle’ between the bet-
ter element on the one side and rowdy-
There was every red-
son to. belicve that rowdyism would
again invoke the assistance of fraud and
anareby. This had been shown all. the
more clearly by the events of the caucus
called by the Republicans to nominate
ward officers, when Democrats and non-
residents were marshaled ‘into line to
vote, and when the citizens protested re-
volvers were pulled, shots fired and the
ballot box was stolen. Chief among the
thugs were Shea, McGough and Cleary.
Tronble Threatened,

And so the citizens Who went to the’
polis on election day went there prepared
to face the woret. Throughout the morn-
ing, except forvone event, quiet prevatiled.
In the other districts of the ward répeat-
ing of the grossest descripticn was being
carried on, but the men who led the re-
peaters hesitated to visit the third dis-
trict, as they had previous knowledge of
the mettle of some of the citizens there
assembléad. Twice they went over to’
look over the ground, and on the sec-
ond occasion they endeavored to start a
fight.

for two years previous,

most and
the

versed

maj

ed to be a

cea

4

: The First Blow. ’
Owen Judge, one of the gang, struck a
man named Cairns, knocking him down,
and when William Ross attempted to
jnterfere he, ico, was struck” his assaii-
ant being Bartholomew Shea,
The invasion of Repeaters. ‘s
The men left the polls, but they did
not abandon their evil plans. On the
contrary, they waited until the * nooif
hour, when they expected that many of
the workers would have gone*to din-
her. Then it was that they determined
to protect the repeaters in thefr yefari-
ous work in this district. Shea, Cleary,

ed a squad of repeaters to Orr street,

they approached the cry (wert up,
“There come the repeaters!” The gang
entered the polling place, and the re-
peaters voted on the names of legal
voters., Bkea, Cleary, McGough? and
others stood in the hallwa'y of the house
to prevent the workers.and ¢itizens out-
side from gaining access. One of the
workers, Ell! Hayner, sterted to go in,
but was pushed out by the #ang.
Revolvers Oat,

When. outside, Hayntr was struck by
| Cleary and Shea. McGough drew a re-
volver, and then Hayner pulled out a

a eal Burns eid, were not pertebted,
TRA yould probably take place

?

" es

where the polling place was Idcated. As‘

Henry Williams, farmer, Defreestviiie. | pcseberg

Schuyler A. Bink, farmer, Centre Nas- Bronk,) W
Bau. Sha a
Lemuel Durfee, farmer, Johnsonville. | specton,
Russell MH. Satterlee, farmer, Berlin. | 8, Fassett

Alvin H. Cipperley, farmer, West Sand
Lake TT
John Hoffman, farmer, Bast Poesten- | The Ver
kil | Army wil
Oneaime Belhumer, carpenter, ninth | Grand A
ward | Wedneasds
James Waldron, farmer, Reynolds, i Rutland f
David Phillips, farmer, Nassau i commandé
Matthew Book, farmer, Stephentown. | Sons of ¥
The Trial, pat the; sa
The detaile of this trial are familiar | Towo Me
to Troy: Times readers The jury re-~ Theke w
turned the only verdict It could in the town met
face of the overwhelming testimony of | ;,
unimpeached witnesses, “guilty of mur- drifted rec

der in the first degree, as charged in the | gam thy:
indictment.’’

To the Court of Appeals, A Siren in

Shea's counsel prepared a case for the |

Court of Appeals, and that body after a
careful and thorough revision of the evi-
dence affirmed the decision of the trial |
court. f

™
-

(Leealtev

.
Judge Peckham of the Court of |

Appeals wrote the opinion of that body |
and took occasion to especially. condemn

William f

morrow fift

} Width sprit
and deplore the work of the repeater and | sa se La
thug’ at the polls. Jpoeeipgiapent

The decision of this court was hailed | ” Lae

by the prées’ of the country as one in ic ate
KeepNig With the idea of ‘maintaining |
Américan Hberty and elt{zetishtp, — i De

hes Mesesteaced, ” para
Shea was brought to this city and re- a oi i
hy ow n

sentenced to die at Clintorf prison dur-
ing the week commencing December 23.
Governor Morton later reprieved Shea
until January 7.

The Mctiough * Confession.” ;

It was supposed that Shea woul die |
on that date, as Governor Morton re- |
fused to commute the sentence to life im- |
prisonment. Then came the “confession” |
of John McGough, who swore in Clinton |
prison that he and not his pal, Shea, |,
killed Robert Ross. ;

Governor Morton granted a: month’s |
stay, pending an investigation of the al- |
leged confession, making the new date |
February 4.

The * Machine” Baffled.

Hon. Bugene Burlingame, district at-
torney of Albany. county, and Deputy At-
torney General Hasbrouck were depu-
tized to examitie McGough at Clinton
prison.

Galen R. Hitt and John T. Norton,
Shee’s counsel, and a number, of news-
paper representatives went to the prison
also that morning.

Mr. Burlingame exercised a. preroga-
tive given him by Governor Morton and
de pite objections of Messra. Hitt and |
Norton interviewed McGough alone.

Stenographer Loeb was present and |
reported all McGough said

The Maes Meeting.

‘The “confession” was generally re-
 frarded as falee, a last desperate trick
to defeat fustice. A large mane meet-
ing was held in the Second Presbyterian
eHureh of ‘Troy, whet an address dis
crediting the “conf®asion” was upant-
mously adopted.

Work ness of the Confession.
The result of that investigation has
* publahed, end it wilt be remem.

are 25 pile

worth 37 1-

red that MoGough, cunning and bold

Nios


removal to DProy: to-nignt,
The Witnesses,

xt There Were twenty seven witnesses

: eo presents inginding «the > wanhien phyeal-
aw ians, officers and newspaper mien: :
The witnesses were Frank Ea Ives,
is M. 2).. Plattethunth:. Deputy Sherigt Ar-

f thi Atwood, Trov: Witttany a> Fer-
erent OF sell Lnited Press, Plattsburgh: Fie &.
.° DY | MoCabe, Utiea Globe? D. FL Watte,
gns Sarator, Jo WL Bord): Albeny Arrus?
SL Dr Ss artis. Round dake: ior
Palmer, Mechanicville: Wiliam. BR. Sill,
iin New York Jornal: Mv Fu Hembbeweay,
F SO") pow Budeets Dr T BL Davis; Albany:
iy To De Seton: Atbany. wournais: Gy. Gs
2 Lake Placid: Dr. J.) C, Shaw,
Falls: Dr. F) WW. Spoor, Notth

Ties Dro. Bo Streeter, -Giens

i oPalls Sherif I. Vu Thever, Albany:

: Milton Van Hoesen, Troy; M, H, Fancher,

Troy Press: Lieutenant Fy | Juaw ton,

Plattsburgh; ~W. J: Campbell, ‘Troy,

Times: Edward Maxwell, Troy Telegram;

i pine. °
The wind shrieked and tore along. the
i streéte and apparently ‘depopulated the

town,

Toward evening the gale
ed and rendered the walking less
i precarious, Shea last night occupied the
emned corridor alone, =
The Death Warrant.

| G@. BE. Graham. Associated) Press,
The Storm at Dannemora. —
Snow was blowing vesterday morning |
‘in Dannemora’s streets. when . the
‘hateaugay train arrived with the news-
paver men who were to reeord the pro-
ceedings. ‘The ee was as blue ‘as in
August, but the alr was keen and: nip-

ra

Be

which I din to die for, I never went to,
the polie on the sixth day 6f Match, 1894,
‘with any feeling
any of his friends, and’no one-feels Morac
about the death, of Robert Ross and ithe:

‘sorrow of his family and the gloom:-that
ia @aat. aver them and “Pry own farhily
than ‘myself. I wish “fo > thank. my
friends, one and all, for what they have
done In my behalf, and all who. have
aided me in my trial, Do evish to th:
Warden Thayer, Deputy Warden }
MWenha and the officers Who have }

me, especially Mr, Haggerty,

forthe kindness showh me singe miy con-

finement at Danneel I forgive ‘ail

who wronged me and I hope to he, for-

given, and bid you all 4 last farewell,

; “PARTHOLOMEW SHEA,”

ee

A Briet Mistory ée: "Whain Famous Caee—
How American Manhood Sarrifticed
Viself~—A Stabborniy Fought Battie In
the Courts,

Al resume of this setts pated ltmarder
case is In order, as there ls no doubt that
the “Bat'’ Shea case, as itis known from
the Atlantic to the Pacific, Is the most
noted not only that has ever occurred in
this city but probably in the state.
‘The great and widespread. attention
attracted at the time ofthe commission
of the crime had not died out before the
man “who Stood accused as the murderer
was. brought ‘to: trial. To the people of
this vicinity the circumstances | bf the
murder were too vividly. impressed to
cause them to forge: for years to come.
How Robert Ross; while striving te pro-
tect the purity of the ballot, which every
patriotic American holds so dear, was
shot down at the election in the third
district of the thirteenth ward on March
has been made the subject of
column upon. column ‘of newspaper arti-
éles and hour upon hour of discussion
and argument. The uprising of out-
raged citizens following the jomicide
kept the public attention riveted upon
this sad antl painful event, end brought
it Into _promir. ence all: through the nx-
“tion.

eharre. of

The Community Aroused.

When the word sped like wildfire
through Troy shortly after noon on that
fatal day that Robert Ross had been
murdered the entire community was
aroused, The reports that came from
the scene were at first conflicting, but a
thorough exposition of the facts was
had, both at the coroner's inquest and
during the trial. The readers of the
Times are well acquainted with these

facts.
The Murder.

On the morning: of the 6th of. March,
1894, nearly two years ago, Robert Ross
and Mis brothers, John H, Boland and
other ‘reputable and determined citizens
of the third district. of the thirteenth
ward went to the polls, prepared to re-
sist any attempts at fraudulent voting,
whith they had good ground to believe
would made. The thirteenth ward
is known to be strongiy Republican, but
for two vears previous, by means of the
most Outrageous and corrupt methods,
the will of the majority had been re-
versed and bornus pluralities for Demo-
eratio “andidates had been rolled up.
Matters sO far that MW. had
a. t partisan contention, and
had heron trug@le between the bet-
ha one Bide and rowdy-

he

had ep

8,

ne

Cheer He

The prisoner built High hopes on the
us sworn statement of McGough, and ° the.
ys - visit of Warden Thayer.to,say that the

BPR th penalty would iat carried out
depressed Shea,
peligtalcs ithstanding this the condemned
‘ - | man withstood the reading of the death
’ c n with composure. Warden
a “ \ ‘Thayer, armed with the document, ap-
eared before Shea "Bunday and said:
‘ Shea, tT have an unpleasant duty to per-
\ form.” Shea looked up, knowing, what
r 5 coming, and ‘waited... Warden
Thayer then read the déath warrant.
hea did not say a word.
interest In the Village.
Av! Gay yesterday and to-day the resi-
jents of Demnemora. discussed the case,
@ little knot on the Adirondack hotel
stoop, across from the prisen,, watched
for the signal that would indi¢dte that.
ea, was dead ; '
A Toore dreary or desolate place than
nt prison cannot well be imagined |
winter, Pieture @ long, gray wall en-
sing a& umber: of buildings, all of
rk and stone. The only sign of life
R e guard, who in the daytime walks
he ow with gun in hand. The wind
x and the snow whitens the land~
neat Tat eit) the tnhabitants retreat with-
yt we * OKT ew
failing the Witnoases,

The whlinesies semernbled in: the hotel

a8) aid rye tie. DRLBOTE  aorOmR

He way with « ion feelings: 7 M,

gh Wat TtHiayey # private

penny ¥y, was in charge of the wit-

Pa 1) GR Be Hi Cry Sree Ay LBS note

i « i wort Atier % ¢ M thie mornine hte
eK ed the bivitetiong: aml when the

; wee |

ete Was every ped
Uyienn

against Robert Rose or |

i had killed hie frientl, and instead of | today '
taking into custody Shea, the man whom | winter %
almost all the witnesses held responsible, | BOTS 9
they left him at Dunlop's, to be after- | “The
ward driven {n state td the polls, and TOME s
Wear out a warrant fer Boland. sbiguant iyo
Boland, hearing he was wanted, went a bel ay:
t} police headquarters and surrendered Sane bs
himself. He was refused ball and Was | Miss Ws
placed in jail, there to remain for seven- ‘lmaahe I ag
teen days. It was not until late in the | 14 shui
afternoon that the polled arrested Bhea sh wp
@nd committed him to jall also. | city, mo
MoGoureh, who made his way 6 ar | few day
@unt's house on Ida hil, was arrested deus a
several days after. Rosy te

antly exonerated. Shea was held for the | ing a a
morder of Robert Ross, and McGough | at the
for Sssault in the first degree on William | Dickson
Ross, ‘The grand jury met and found tn- ! pronoun!
Gictments against both men. The extra-| james
ordinary term ordered by the governor | ing tria
eamvened and the famous murder trial | postome
besen. a. | Deputy
sp)  Mutraordinery Term Ordered. Baileton
Wurtholomew Shea- was acctised ef no ings
ordinaty crime. It was exceedingly | i
proper that fn a case of such importance Judge
@ special effort should be made to bring | jg o'H15
out all the facts and details. For this | tne cai
purpose an extraordinary term of the} paniel
Court of Oyer and Terminer was ordered | sworn.
by Governor Flower, and Justice Pardon | plainti
C. Williams of Watertown was desig-/| J, p.
nated to hold it. The wisdom of the se- | plaintig
lection was apparent, as Justice Williams | tified t
showed himself to be impartial, careful | assaultq
and firm. : vgn
The prosecution was in charge of Hon. | stand. |

movert Hoss s pody Was in the i

time removed to a neighboring house, |

and some time afterward Superintendent | thirieent
Willard and Chief Detective Markham: Adjou
appeared upon the scene and started to |

“investigate,’’
They were told by Delaney that Baland

wom OS

Coroner's Inqpent.
At the inquest the responsibi] pty was
placed upon Shea. Boland was ttiumph- |

George Raines of Rochester and the then |
Assistant District Attorney Thomas 8.

Fagan of this city. The counsel for the |
defense were Hon. Galen R. Hitt of Al- |

bany and Hon. Jonn T. Norton 2 Troy.
The Jury. eed
The legai battle was deepix: fitterest-
ing. For nearly two wee Ks the lawyers |
struggled to secure a jury, ‘which? when? ®
finally selected, was composed as follows
Martin Stopfer, farmer, Cropsey ville
Henry A. Crehan, farmer, Couse.  /
Henry Willfams, farmer, Detreest ville#
Schuyler A. Bink, farmer, )
sau,
Lemuel Durfee, farmer, Johnsonviie.
Rusazell H. Satterlee, farmer, Berlin.
‘Alvin H. Cipperley, farmer, West Sand |
Lake.

Bt ‘ IE Sey

John Hoffman, farmer, Bast Poesten-) ©

q Arr 4

Kill. ed iis saat
Oneaime Belhumer, carpester, ninth | @-™"™
f rage

ward.
James Waldron, farmer
David Phillips, farmer, Nassau
Matthew Book, farmer, Stephentown.
The Trial, :
The detaila of this trial '
to Troy Times read
turned

the only
face of

tinimpeached
vr in the firat degree,
indictment”

La ae
a.
Sons &

Lat the

Reynolga

We ake

Yer

overwhelming Testimom
wiuiity

DATS

the
wit heseos

ae

Rate ie

Woe the Cone of Agpeaia,

FEBRUARY “11, °2896.-SIX. PAGES.

eee

nena sees

th and ‘the firing
At was seen by the
rt Ross, a strong,
pling with and at-
hea.

one Shot.
ito the assistance of

ugh, seeing. him
weapon and fired.
iiliam in the head
ad to the ground,

rder.
brother fall, threw

Mi in pursuit of Me-
Burned and fired, but
to the edge
west side and
p piace. Robert
4 and they
My together. Across
McGough a little in
Peached the rising
McGough fell,
0 t Pad Shim. Shea

So aine rising
Oo men lay.

im, Iwhich either

o else wounded Mc-
equi immed up from
hi off...Robert was
was just getting to
ran
Robert's head. This
Mthe body of Robert
turning

street

mn the

went

Shea

Gouch.

mt and passed by

mbert’s assistance.
top immediately,
the head with a
By the ; (me he

him, Jotm Ross

Gund the latter's
. He called upon

Mrest the murder-
veh es Boland
ough. The

+ irmned the

was |

and |

past him and j

to }

as he is, was made to say he did not

know which one of the shots fired had

killed Ross. “His conscience told him

that Ne had fired the fatal shot.”
Refore Justice Mayham.

Shea's counsel went before Justice
Stephen I. Mayham of Schoharie and
obtained an.order.corapelling counsel for
the people to show cause “why & new
trial should not be granted Shea.

District Attorney Kelly of Rensselaer
county requested the governor to relfeve
him of the responsibility of answering
the order, and the ease was placed in
| charge of Attorney General Hancox, and
lrater George Raines and T. 8. Fagan,
| who had been preylously engaged in the
| case, were once more representing the
| people.

The argument at Schoharie before
Justice Mayham lasted two days, and
| will be long remembered by the residents
of that place. McGough’s confession
| was riddled by counsel for the people.

No New Trial.

Justice Mayham requested additional

time from Governor Morton, in order to

| earefully review the. evidence, and the |

| executive put over the execution one
week—until to-day. Last Thursday
afternoon Justice Mayham rendered @
decision denying the motion.

THE SUPERVISORS.

a rn
To Audit Accounts—In Special Session
This Afternoon.

A special meeting of the Board of Su-
. pervisors was held tnis afternoon. Chair-
| man Derrick called the meeting to order
at 2:20 o'clock, when twenty-eight mem-
| bers answered the roll.

Mr. Winn of Greenbush presented a
| resolution for the grading of the thor-
| oughfares along the lines of the farm of
the House of Industry. The matter, was

PSD eiias: secivied that ied ‘the
board adjourn it adjourn” to méet ‘at 2
p. m. next Friday.

t Mr. Kennedy of the first ward wanted
Mo know the reason for so many ad-
jogrnments.

The chair said he understood that the
committeés on prison Jabor and corpora-
tions were not ready to report.

Mr. Kennedy—'’This is a special meet-

ig OF a board which has already gone
mut of dxistence.”’

(Hairman Derrick—‘‘I don’t know but

hat you're right, Mr. Kennedy,”

Mr. Kennedy-—’*This meeting was called

r the purpose of auditing the super-

sors’ accounts.”’

M Holmes'’s resolution

thout further objection

Gord i nie moved that
of $962.70,

was carried
an
charged to
taken off the town and
ty and other towns
explained, that in making
the error had been dis

Oe
Diyyery

eet

The motion wae vpnanimously adopted
Mr. Kennedy moved that the news
“pers that printed the oficial canvass
i805 be paid $50 each. The chai

A that he did not know whether
nabivnowis éoneent was required A,
wae taken, end Mr Feyl.of,.the
rtecnih, ward yoted in the newmative

referred to the uli and wupiion co ‘ : or

errone- |

} reqaentod

NEW ADVERTISEMENTS.

NEW ADVERTISEMENTS.

1%
Housekeepers,

Attention!

We have inaugurated a
rand February sale of
heetings, Pillow Casings,
Bleached and Un-
bleached Muslins,
Hemmed Sheets and Pil-
low Cases, all offered at
marvelously low prices—
rellable goods, such as
you always find at
Quackenbush's. One lot
of Remnants of :Sheet-
ings and Pillow Case
Ubsliie winrked very low
toclose them out Iso a
few spscinl bargains in
Towels, Napkins and
Table Cloths.

GV. 5.
QUACKENBUSH & C0.

+4)

Valentines.

A FINE-LINE at WILSON’S, cornet Fifth ave-
nue and Broadway. 2-8-6tna

For Warming Up «
AND cooking Enodor yaar coal fills the
bill perfectly. 4 GRIMM, 157 River street. c
Pineavvles.

LARGE BERMUDA PINEAPPLES just received
at JOHN ane a oOo: 8, 276 River street. c

“wit portable s-log furnished com-
plete at NT’S ezate oF and ¢ Granite’ Works, cor-

ner Fifth _avenne and Federal street. 2-11-13-2tna*

Mothers Who Make
THEIR childre clothes should see our. dress
goods remnants senda for boys’ stits and koee
munts, SCHAG TCORB WOOLEN 0O., ring
River atreet.

One Trial
ROTTLE of Stoddard’s Sure Cure for Coughs and
Colds will cute any numiber of the severest cases.
Thie old farally remedy is manufactured by STOD-
DARD, 70 Congress, street sc

It’s Not an Ordinary Tobacco.

FRUITS AND FLOWERS ta the parest and most
delightful smoking tolaceo on the market eae ut
the oklest cigar store in the city—STAUDE’S, 75
Corgrenas street. ¢

On t> Florida

NY rail or steamship; you can’t teavel better or

quieker: buy. your ticket’ at MURRAY'S ‘TICKET

AGENCY, 506 Broébdway. * Low excursion tates to
all poipts. e

Third Ward.

THE Republican electors of the third ward are
requesteil to meet at the store of Robert elt Bao
Fulton atreet, Feiday, Feb. 14, between the hours
of 12 and 1 e'clock noon, for the purpowe of #e
lecting delegates to the congresstonal and district
conventions. WILLIAM BR. LRE
ym. R bee i be

Ward Onmamittee

Republicans Bighth Ward,
Repiblican electors of tive mghih ward are
tm meer at the humber offee of C. H
itiver atreet, Friday, Feb, b4fs, 1S, from
1 o'cloek, tot the pur pone of electing dele.
the com#resatony: i and digtriot couven tions,
j W Cee) | i, ,

FALLEN ee yee

2-11-tA

THE

fireen
12 to
gatos to

“by : Sate aa Bers 4
» diiheiass Be cece cali all, Sill Melati

janie at A. M Ko
{ Mc Leen'«@ am OK
| Fult

FOR RENT.
STORE NO.

Times Building.

For terms, eto., apply tose
w. B. WILSO
TIMES COUNTING ROOM

AMUSE: MEN <i

a

Grand Fair and Bazaer
IN AID OF

ST, JOSEPH’S HO

at

(Lately totally destroyed by fire),

HARMONY HAL

SPECIAL ATTRACTIO

EACH EVENING.

Admission 15 cents, All who can should
ize the fair and aid this noble work,

~#Flarmanus Bleecker “Bail, Albany,

FEB. 14,
By 9:

LILLIAN RUSSEL

And.a Superb Opera pans Met

96 pepole: ‘oFchestra of 2. Sale
Cinet fons’, Albeny and ‘Troy

a's Opera House.

Ponta

LINCOLN'’S BIRTHDAY
TION.—Wednesiay evening
Frohmap's company, presenting
and’ B. C. Stephenson's famous me

THE FATAL C ARD.

The original Palmer's theatre
op sale Monday. Feb 10, tegu
gan « VanDevar’s,

Griswold Opera House
HICK RY. Mareger Frid
Feb. 14 and i. Saturday mat
cat anecers, the stupen ~ ue
comedy and military @at
A MILE WHET K FI AG.
G0 people in the cast a re
catchy music, a lar vethit riy ne ppb
$1.50, $1, T5c, SOe, Wc, Matinee &)

HOLIDAY
Feh

Haddox .
ino-ira ma,

pre xluct
ar prices,

S. M,
ines to}

spec lact }

New York City: Its Splendor and §
ILLUSTRATED LECTURER by

Mew. Wattert aid! ow, “EA
Asssciation | Waeoet Trot

kth, 18P6, at *& 4 with

“- PH XMICTAN OF he hye » pir

Auimiesion TO eeerre gate WV
im) Bro vil

ef New
Treas P

wstrare e

wi aM «A

eiteet
Music Ball, Troy, Ne.
PENGAGEMEN' ex + A:ORDIN ARS
Gay evenine ¥
ON DMACEEK, the Works » Rene wned 7
TYheitlirest Wagper Son cer
ISAPORE 1! STONE, Mtapihet
; at alues “Soom Mat ‘

on atreet

Pil bbc Wi

nee of Pweiconied can: joy it, ven tot

mp han bon prompry: at, 8 0° pest the next ft
raining, The < aolsted of unehing the
went the Colonel cou ef Recreate

* arms, followed Lem, * ‘chase over the hilla}

10 miles and ret
M den thea. alive. Colona | Hicks i

ere. There he was
ae gph oe bos out bei are

ani
welt athletic clothing
fof And he was ‘violen ty

. and, of course, couldn” t
Then the hour wasup he
eb aif rubbed’ down and then told that
bredkinel ‘awaited: himo: With an- appetite.
Nt for. a orny-handed son of toll he entered
nies LOO: Sining- room. -There’a hagd«bolled ecg
tand a. sice.of: dry: toant« was served: him, ft
boa Hoth dis My arcd in the twinkle of an eve,
and Colone) Hicks availed the meal. which
ae he thought was about to be brought/on, He
Wase)fot. long. in: Jearning that: héo had all
(fs the food) be was (entitled todn) tralning,
hat | Mr: ‘Muldoon‘all this time sat at an adjoin-
| ave ing table enjoying breakfast: that fairly
ry 1h. Eujones. wid, An DUES jater ee alectiig’ :
Jhloan. Waasgnt through another -+parring i
rat ot i ah me he bly bed. nis te aes tric. milli ne ‘of ‘Bhaa: hed been
‘ doen plugged him so. tha + hal ta (keep Nerer
PA hiv fists well Inofront Of Aiminorder to. pre- | Rate FE
fot vent punishment. Then. there. wi5 & 64h ground le
cat gt ergy re lank at Sig ty As eat ;
iy (URET He bills on horse Lack and a walk backs: P difestn wf RO RS PRESS ;
ing wrestling. aod several: rubdywn. W Be * prebce Poland's ‘renidence, on Steet Fourth’ :
phi vs ONS: Tame ‘yter the ve cou 4 shure Pgh 7 Bape’ Will conduct ‘this: stub.) prety dektee:.
L0UTese vtie foot affer te of her OW aoe ae, MES ¢ 4 th . . e ¥ t te SRY Rat
Teore na boll allover: That nebt. after ni and. © will: be: French. Choral: Sovters |
Mulijaonm and hls hswfatanta:? sara Cetra. ; ibe
Colonel Hicks: atattetson,: foot Tab dT alone, anorier |
APA cap of hours, later heowaswpedd tre lan To
ae railway train toward thle Bits Lie pat
been in training forone # Ay Ow as wexyagh
for Jiminy, ‘and she ips igs sern ey ay joan,
nur Bellent s since, |. M3

The man “whus yotuntarity conte Saue to the ie wie ppoerebaiv m Cultyr
arian, Co who prac tli ally: ale: tram ie Tuli Hoey at the reside hee of Mes. ay He. fi We ot hiw lod
ei! prison ehatr te tits rir nacing shade “of thin + made 6 Uy Ct ain, a ME, Laulee. Witatt) i. Germania

vi eleettical deuth, 1 John Meth usb, of Troy, wins read a paver, bain Ae Munroe sechria, % ae ores r

By is Washington now: serving & Aentened Of AY: Yeuta and hl <1 Maren, 18.
rae Pavers: moutha for whooting and atiemplinig® te iil ; aanise a
<2 Sod AV iam! Ross, & brother of Hoblrt. Rows, pe mn
who. wa supposed, {ube Phen! 4 vic tity Fn

wi the old Worl and Romy Way known ‘onty: to ‘convlots; Motouah, ,
Ga iped 3s). phat 60) trived! to keep informed’ peta hd

it TRO y LE |
LU GULL hy /: 1X7 L

a


Panta, Ws hospital corp.
\“Qus: 147; total, 3 ’

At WR MO tem teeer se Fre adeeee - 2 a eT)

ented, Wis sand. Uv deferring wo chureh ree-
Hs yl pid native parish. Lis wife died eight
ars ago. aeted ST. cud he is rempmbered to
ate tretently referred to the fact that his
AMUlyappaesest his Inarriaze with her on ac-
Mwnb ofthe vreap disparity ino their ages,

bering considered teas Vous for hin.
‘wmtynially he was small ef stature. never
ease over DS yeauels Jus exact weight
@ pouwls when he baft: for Cohoes at
he leee pf 201 years He goal hecht brown
air and blue eyes, strobes!
is if and drank what
far is aed Ger Dive
is Rife --and newer

a hk Agl
Ayia |

Ti
{Me Vy" ae 3
il ral > before
fhe n.

a
‘. Nya his age
4 hile! ere seems little

n

ns
Mie
joule Le witdeyfrobabl ork of the oldest

wersetic in the atute.

-Army and Navy Notes.

The Regachee Aris Fife und) Drum Coma
Mf Chieageo fias issuctl a circular protesting
against deinz away with the fife and dram
ia he UV. cerviee abel ated substantiating
the Gade in placecef tye time-honored in-
~trutnetits. 7

: -- ° ;
Anew ville red with comproged-air is
as in Pranee. Similar experiments
in Vala cael Ainerica. have amounted to

ur hintly”

~

Tirmdtei i-th Nivv al rozramme! of 1896 is
dahl to centeteptate the eapenditure of $/4.-
C00. OU), ; ‘ ial

To tire one tenied freatan a-ineh rifle canon
for powder aud prdectile. it cagte S164. 55;
frome oa Yeon S982.402 from w 12-inch.
S24). 00 Iryin  d2-inet wiortar, S21.65;
(rots als ‘s-Thele Jureumatic say F290; from

a Li-ineh Pyrditiatic tin S50, —
ca" i}

‘ Sap ee cae ha under discussion In
6. propgeees ab iberease of the anny
to ee OME Mig te Ce dy =: jaadtrotis. 6,170; 4
artillery, 4 hicht latttories and) Tu seucoust
batteries. 5.0755 pufaltey 15 battalions, 16.-
SLymeysanginewis, Do battalion S00: ord-
name et if geo. West Pont detach -
ents 2: 425 sifnal corps,
Tvs ordnance - 11. quarter-
* porgerauit- Hts ary, Ker:
TID. misecliane-

Tdrdiats eects
sou its

Waser “M: ue

“The Ordnance, b partinent bias devised a
pews der for pructice for the morning uid over.
gyn gases which esata a lithe les+ than half
dE that qyaw tserd.

* Essays on tabe resed before the Onficens’
PLyeccunlat Vhitt-bonh Harrachs in Febru-
wry as follows: Ist Liewt. Almen). Panner-
ter, Feb. Hon Riehimdael Canapadzen;” Det
Lieut. 1. HL Bonesteel Feb. Ps, on The
Winter Camp ut Kosebad Agency, &).,
Jove abe 2d Lient. bo M. Nuttman, Feb,
2ist on Small Calibre Amunition, Menetra-
fiew amd Elfect;” Tet Lieut Fo. Pulmer.
Feb. 25th. on Chess usa War Games) Capy
Eltonhead, Feb. 2s. on Field Works, Their
Construction und Tactical Applications.”

——= —_~7-

HIGH SCHOOL

NOTES.

Al Whe meeting of the Junto Ciyt Last Moa-
slay evenipy the question for debate was,
ReOlved, that the ballot ahould be given to
women. Thi ens were as follows:

Affinnatives Davidadu. Dissusway, sbed
dou; wesutive: Lobdell, Larkin, Rea. pe

os = & oe 17

@: in favor of the nevative, wit

- Mri. T, Woodward acted as J
some

) chosen remurks, At the next meeting

ad-club will be held a mock trial. This
protien ty tu quite an event and the mem-
hers of the ¢tub should and vo doubt will
betuy all thelr friends...

Weloesday being a legal holiday was ob-
served by the clusing of all the public achogla
This is w day which should be beartily ob-
served by all liberty loving people. Ove of
(ar xTeatrst slatcemen god the emavcdpator
of & rece certainly deserves thls bonor,

Two of the graduates of the Business De-

Bartholuinew she cl
ticity in Clinton prison, I 1}, wl. 9/56 a.
m. At the appointad'tine Shep entedl the

‘deuth chamber with his spiritual advisers.

Rev, Fathee Swift of Troy and “Rev. Father
Bellgnger of Danitinora, und was quickly
strapped to the chair. appearing cool and
collected while this was déne. © When the op-
eration was completed, and the electrical
contacts made, by a ‘belmet: pliced on the
head and an electrode upon the. ley. the cur-
rent Was tured on, und in abeQit two min-
ules he was pronounced dead. The force of
the current passed through hia body was 1sud
volts. The electfocution wags pronounced a
complete anceess in every Puspect. The re-
Inains Were given in charge of an undertaker
und shipped to Troy on the same evening for
barial. Bartholomew Shea was 25 years old,
being a molder by occupation. He was.elec-
trocuted for the murder of

Troy on the 6th of March,

bert Ross in
at/ ay election.
This is the seventh execation Ary Jelectricity

that dias taken place in-Clinton risen, E.P.
Davis of New York having served as electri-
cian at all of therm. Former executions have
been as follows: Cab Wood, August 2d, 1892 7
Kenel heath. Jannary 16. 1893; James Mar-
hell. June 6, 1805; Martin Foy, October 23,
1493, and Davis and) Smith, October 29,
[svs. i Bue
SHEA'S LAST LETTER.

The followin letter from Skea was opened
after the execution: ~

“As Pam about fo leave this world, I
think itis my duty te expresé iny feclings in
resurd teams trial and conviction, To my
attorneys, Mr. Norton and Mr. Hitt, | wish to
sav thet, Pam very thankful to them for their
eurhest aid untiring efforts inimy behalf 1
Wish teesay also that Po donot think Thad a
fair trial and the people used extraordinary
ineans to bring about my convietion, through
the prejudice of the committee of public
safety. And as te seme of the witnesses
Chat tf-titied avinst ine. That one ry
testimony in regard te the way [shot Robert
Ross was false. And alsa Nera. Titus, who
swore she saw si\ nen standing near a barn
with winan, who they claimed to be a politi-
tician, whe was arging us to go whead and
eurn money, that was ulso-falae, ua nothing
of the kind ever took place,

As to shooting Robert Rosa, us sworn to
by Withesses against me. the evidence was
false, Date innocent of the crime which Fam
to die for. Po never went tbe polla on the
Gth day March. 1s98, with any feeling
usainst Rebett Koss or any one of his friends,
and no one feels worse ubout the death of
Robert Ross andthe sorrow of bis family and
the ghoons that is cast over thei and my own
family than myself, 1 wish to thank my 4
friends, one and all. for what they have done
in my behalf, and all whe have aided me in
iny triat, J wish to thank Warden Thayer,
Deputy Warden MeKenna and the officers
who have had charge of me, especially Mr.
Hagerty, for the kindness shown me since
my confinemeat in Dannemom. TI forgive all
who wronged me, and I hope to be forgiven,
and bid you all o last farewell. -

(Signed. ) BaktioLomEw Sika.”

Following is a copy of a letter written by
shes. It was written in pencil on a sheet of
paper Dearing the prigon letter bead. The
receiver says he will always keep it usa hast
memento of his departed friend: ;

Mr. Thomas Halligan, 899 River strect,
Troy, N. Y., Rensselaer county.

Dannemors, N. ¥., Feb. 10, 1896. Friend
Thomas: Inow take the pleasure to write
you these few lines before 1 leave this world
forpser; ax it is the lust letter I will ever
write you or any one cle. J wish you would
kindly cheer up my mother and futher and

yister_ and my brother. IT wish you would
talk to my brother aud give hilum a little ad-
vice for we about who be gravels with and bis
habits and not go around drinking und not
to zo with bad company.

My health is at the present time and
my courage still stays by me, and I hope and

way fo God it will tll it la all over, Remon-

r ine to all my friends sod to all yoor own
friends and to your alsterand the Kaues
Having nu more to say, I will clowe with s

géod bye and farewell forever.. From your
jrue 5 -- . Bar Bilt.
P. 8.—Yours forever agd ever, Bar.

Shea's last request.was that he wished
Kuepers Hagerty and Johason to accompany
him to the deeth chalr and remain by his
tl all was over, which they did. He bad
become attached to them for their kiuduces
shown to him siuce he came to the prison,

Partwent have recently obtulned positions

nm # BF tr”

a Was. expeuted by elec: |

Feu. il. : i
. N. Clayton, proprietor of a restaurant in’
bklin, Mich., has been arrested) on the
ve of beating his eight-year-old duughter
thi: a .

Thirty persona were burned to death and
thotsands. Jeft homeless by a great fire ju
Guy aquil, Equador, Feb. 12; which started
in a convent. 7 :

Williams Roy and William Lates were mur-
dere{l by William Riggina In Rachel Lee's
disreputable house at Dansville, H,, Feb. 10.
nurderer eacaperd

report.
teredjand there was great consternuytion,

Rowl¢y, all married men,-with families, were
hear Milan, Ohio, Feb. 12, by the cay-

and 14 years were drewned at Bloomingbury,
W. Y.] near the school house in which they
pils Feb. 8. They were trytng the ier
d.

The) drafted men of Renaseluer county
will Begin a convention in er to-day. 4
There Will be moming and aftefnoon ses-

sions. | The chairman of thé@\etate cofnimit-
tee wilh meet with them.
Ev-shpervisor John E. Gi f Wate
was dre aie all-rare at
K

He has
inMed, Coit, last Sat-

‘rwhe
s Mad been gn a. vi it, and
¢ Yefage ig phe banand
on tire (iy heth@irAun-

tern “

The American” part of Xéucura VRAIS wef
vearly dry Feb. 10, 0 cyunt of alergat ice
gorge ap Schlosser, feel, wiles\ abose.

ym the shan
nw

was posible to wa
Island Without gett
boots wet. : ,

The whole eustern coust of Newfoundland
is Dlockaded with ice from Cape Banas ists te
Cape Race, St. John’s hurbor has been ¢
off for 10 days from the-outside world. Thére
Ix u whole fleet of shipping outside wal
chance

Prof] Max Eglau, aged 70, a te
in the Institution for Improved Ii
Deaf Mutes in New York city was found mur-
dered in the building, Feb. 10. Three of his
pupils, \deaf mutes, aged ubout 18 years were
arrestedNor the munler.

eved (o be Schlatter the healer,

was 1 for vagrancy at Red Lands,
Cal.. Feb. 7. When arrested he tuld the
sheritf hé waa doing penance, and bad riddgn
across the Yuma desert on a mule Ut af-
terwards died from exhaustion.

The Fegular Union Pucitle, Denver and

Gulf mall train from Denver Was blown froin
the tra¢k at Fish'’s Gulf, two miles bélow
Georgetown, Col, at Tao m. Feb. 9, and
was completely wrecked, No one was hurt
beyond pp few cuts and brulsea

By mpans of the Roentgen rays Profa, Ein-
erson and Frost of Dartmouth college suc-
ceeded past week In photographing‘a broken:
arm. The bone gave a distinct impression ng
the plale, and the fracture was clearly visible.
The tie of exposure was nearly, thirty min-
utes. Pn .

The Blackington Woolen com y mill at
Blackihgton, Mass., started ju fall Feb. 1st,
shut down of nearly two thonths,
The change in the situation has been broayht
about} by orders having been received fur
gould in sufficient quantity to warrant a re-
sumption of business.

Vesela to the number of 12 have been

vessels to the uumber of 113 have

been) saved by the government life saving
i Where it was impossible tou reader

re

number of 10 are reported drowned.

During the preaching in an African M. EL
church in Loulsville. Ky., last Sanday, two
men) Breckeuridge aud s companion came ip
and nade disturbance when Deacon Reed tried
po ye cae ecmauhbin
arm) an om:
who\was arrested with his companion. -

Ri Kloettke, a ter, syred 34, of
Chicago, shot his wife, h , azed 73,
his mother, aged 71, am! bis three childreg,
aged 8, 8, and 7, dead, and then alot himecif
dvad on the night of Feb. 4. He was out of
work and despondeat,. The je diswov-
ery was made next morning by « nelghbor
who called to get him to do a job.

Peter Atkins, a blacksmith of Mildletown,
N. Y., and a companjon named Maude Kel-
ley, were drowned in the Walkjil river at
the sireain, which is really swuilen by the

meent ralna, in a Ught wagon, The strong

An oil-burning Jocomotive ts ranning rpgu-
lar service between Los Angeles and: '‘Aapte
Barbara, Cal., and works perfectly and econ-
omically. The Hartforil, B.; Street Rall
road Company will put ap a telephone wire
on the trolley poles of tts subarban mada
There will be a connecting wiryand book oa
ever eighth pote, and each car will be provid-
ed with a transmitter ehich can bo atlached
tothe hook. The conductor cau Uias come
nunicate With Che cispatcher.

“One of the latest developiments jn the way
ofare chvtric lighNng is the Inclosing of the
ecarbous. which foru the ure, ta what la prac-
tically aa air-tight plobe. The carbons are
pheed inan inner globe. which a not ale
-licht, but which te plaged tn @ second larger
wdobe. titted with a valve opening outward
only. When the arg is struck the gases pre
seit expand by the beat, and are practically

expelle roach the valve. which then closes,

wud ptevedis uny bocresa of vir, thas leaving

the ure Yan inert atuosphere,

a —_
WOMEN,

~\Miss Amelia BL Falwarnds has done much to

furvher tye ietaea ft Exryptajagy. :
Mine "longe worked indefatiyra-

h Central and South

atudy-

ljst week

Ale eloRer epepl many
Ling Phe cukyoins, rulitions aud life of the |
Otbuhas gu rer Sleuaa Urileyé.
A lad&7 arm obd of ‘¢ Toland, Me.,

athed two imil¥s ta a pond to go’

ating, She -took 4 iu the sport with
grat ofst and ayilit)ffor an hour or more
ndVlitn walked bose.

Twa youns upptarried women have been
cdocdhicting a ival in Malte Bend, Mich,
duNny the pagt weck or so, and with “won-
Among the many conterts
| wen more than seventy yearns

Nuttall bas miuke a special study of
Sho tnds\ thet
mat of our published knowledge on the'sub-
et comes froin Spanish monks, who croased
the ocean about the tine of the eoaquest.
She has done much to farther the archsology
of Central America.

Mrs. James Stevenson, of Washington, bas
studied the Pueblo Tidians jn thee native
habits as has no other white woman. Mant
Cometius Stevenson, Honorary Secretary of
the Egyptian ection of the Department of
Archaolozy in the University of Pennsylvania,
should not be omitted.

Princess Beglariun of Armenia ls devoting
herself at the present time to yiving medical
advice and allention tw the patients in her
lnmediate neighborhood She is quite young,
anid most beautiful. She studied medicine at
Berne and practiced inthe cholera hospital
in Russian = Sbe bus a larse practice now,
soetiines receiving as Many as seventy pe-
tients ata time. Plans are being pewpared
for the erection of a hospital on bet father's
eatate, over which the Princess will bave ab-
solute control. 4

Miss Aunle May Abbott, the Georgia girl
Whose prodisioge# feats of strength created
auch w sensation in the coaouy a few years
acy and yuve her the name of :The Electric
Manet.” is pow io China, after baving uade
atour of Japan. In the Letter cuantry the
strongest of the wrestlens wero unable to lift
ber little body from: the floor, or even push
her over, while with the tips of ber fingers
she neutralized Uwir must vigorous efforts to
rulse other objects which auder ordinary cir-
cumstances would have beeu the mervat trifle.
When she placed ber hand apoo the ann of
the champion wrestler he was unable to if
au oniinary cune from a table. The Japan-
exe scientinta altribute ber feat to hypnotic
powers, claiming Chat it was the force of ber
wil) instead of thw sirenzth of her muscles
that interfered wilh the sctiva of Ubose who
areenguged inthe experiments Ip China
she ly creating an eve xrealet scoseboa, and
the nave echolars accuse her of receiving aid
fron superbaman aseocies. ic

“Yoo who are telling me about my beaaly,
you have no conception how ugly I was
the beginning,” saki Rachel one night ai a
dinner at Morny’a “I, who bal to play -
edy had an alsoletely comic faw. It w
have made you roar with lau hter to see my
square forehead, crooked Dose, ferrily eyes,
and grinning mouth. | beave you to imagine
the rowt. My father tovk me to the Loavre
one day. Iwas pol greatly impreesed with
the pictures, not ures Wilh the inacte scenes of
Davi to which be drew my attealion over and
anun. But the moment I yot amouy the ever
statues I became an altered being. 1 thoa.tt
it was very beauliful to be beautiful, 1 came
re teting several inches taller, and with «
kind of Sctitious dignity | managed to trans
form gpadually inte. matural gracefuinces.
Next morning I boked through a book of
engravings afer the authjue; no bese al

the Conservatoire ever proved so aseful. My

sneeese tn anpeuline to men'é eva te row af

iInbiasion


SHILITANO, Oresto, white, elec. Sing Sing (New York) 6-30-1916

Information from Van Raalte on Prison Guard killed white attempting
escape from death row.

DEATH
McCarthy, Daniel J

The brutal murder of Prison Officer Daniel McCarthy
at the hands of a condemned man in the death house
at Sing Sing last week...

Democratic Register JUly 1 1916 sat

Oreste Shillitoni awaiting execution at Sing Sing
Prison escaped last Wed after wounding 2..the officer
fell to the floor seriously, if not fatally wounden..
home is at 54 N Malcolm st..has a wife and 2 children
Democratic Register June 24 1916 Sat

June 25 aged 35 yrs 1 mo lday
Democratic Register July 1 1916

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DEATH
McCarthy, Daniel 3

The brutal murder of Prison Officer Daniel McCarthy
at the hands of a condemned man in the death house
at Sing Sing last week...

Democratic Register JUly 1 1916 Sat

Oreste Shillitoni awaiting execution at Sing Sing
Prison escaped last Wed after wounding 2..the officer
fell to the floor seriously, if not fatally wounden..
home is at 54 N Malcolm st..has a wife and 2 children
Democratic Register June 24 1916 Sat

June 25 aged 35 yrs 1 mo lday
Democratic Register July 1 1916


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Shit Job Lua

@ New York's famous State Prison at Ossining, from the death house of which Shillitan! made his amazing break”

ACK AT the turn of the Twentieth Century there was nothing
unusual in reading that there had been an escape from New York’s
most famous prison—Sing Sing. The getaways occurred at regular

intervals and little attention was paid to them by the public. Sentences
were comparatively short; discipline was lax; the institution was under-
manned; and it was expected by those in charge that there would be
successful breaks from. time to time.

Very few of the escapees enjoyed pro-
tracted “vacations.” Most of them were
New Yorkers and they eventually re-

turned to that city to be gathered in by

an alert policeman or detective. But it
was something quite different when a
man sentenced to death could find a way
to break through what were thought to
be impregnable barriers. This occurred
in June, 1916, and represents the only
escape from the death house in fifty
years.

At the time stated, a man named
Shillitani, bearing the sobriquet of “The
Paper Box Kid,’ was an inmate of the
House with the Little Green Door, so
named in his book by Roland Molineaux,
former resident, who succeeded in get-
ting a new trial and eventual freedom.
Shillitani was slated for electrocution in
July.

The writer, a former inmate, was, at
the time, employed as a clerk in the mess
hall, I had a pass that gave me the

privilege of remaining out of my cell
until midnight or later.

For several nights, prior to Shillitani’s
escape, weird noises -had been heard
coming! from the direction of the old
death house, which was located directly
behind the Principal Keeper’s office and
was connected with it by a corridor. In-
quiries elicited the reply that one of the
doomed was going loco.

On the night of the escape, having
completed my work shortly after mid-
night, I left the office and started for the
cell-block. This necessitated passing
through the Principal Keeper’s office.
There, I encountered Dean Kirchwey,
Acting Warden, and Harold ,R——, an
inmate employed in the Warden's office.
There was nobody else around, which
was most unusual. Harold asked me to
take a walk down to the death house
with the Warden and himself, Giving no
thought as to the reason, I readily
assented.

“The Paper Box Kid’’ tears open steel walls for

Sing Sing’s only death-house escape in fifty years

Passing along the whitewashed corri-
dor, which contained the isolation cells
where men were confined for serious in-
fractions of the rules, I noticed the sole
occupant of the quarters and he aroused
my curiosity. Although it was after mid-
night, he was lying on his bed, seem-
ingly fully clothed, with his legs crossed
and reading a newspaper. He paid abso-
lutely no attention to us, whjch seemed
strange. Men segregated in that manner
and left mostly to themselves are in-
variably curious when there is any break
in their monotony.

Reaching the end of the corridor, we
turned to the right and came to the door
leading into the death house. There stood
Captain Vaughn, Night Captain, and Doc
R————,, head inmate clerk. in the Prin-
cipal Keeper's office,

The Captain said, “I wouldn’t go any
farther, if I were you; Warden. There’s
a man loose in there with a gun.”

Needless to say, the advice was heeded.
We stood outside the door for a few min-
utes, then started back up the corridor.
Involuntarily, I looked into the cell
where the man was lying on the bed
reading. His disregard for our intrusion
upon his privacy remained unchanged.

After standing around the Principal
Keeper’s office for a brief spell, while
calls were being (Continued on page 6)

By
JOSEPH Y. NORTON

Master DEzcr7 Ve
Decem Bs Re [Fy af


iM fot ‘ Wide Bay wi 4 : !

-) SINDRAM DIES CANE ee em
A Bunglir.g Execution anda Scene of Horror at }

*

en the Gallows. =...
i i -[ With: Portrait. ] gira ea:
‘On Friday, the 2ist ‘nX., Willlam D. Sindram, the
murderer of Mrs, Crave, his lodging-house, keeper,
hanged in the Tombs: The condemne#t man, dart
nearly a full year of imprisonment, maintained a firm-
ness and a contempt for. death that ‘astonished every
!.one. «He was ao pronounced ‘free-thinker ‘and infidel
| and received the advances of priests and parsons with
acorn, openly repulsing them and answering their
profters of consolation with the scornful’ declaration
that the priest was as iggorant of the hereafter as: was

he, and ‘that heither was competent to foretell the customary solemn fAinesai th

future in the other world... The Rev. Dt. Morgan, an firmly a Me Sera Pa

Episcopal clergyman, who approached him fn an argu. ‘the gallo Tis she slightest emotion: “At.

mentative and speculative: way, instead af setting op. | Fead front his prayer-hook thé

for an infallible prophet, succeeded ja tnteresting him ‘ stopped finally ty av 28

and winning his respect; but while respecting the . ead and. the hung: Mie

opioions of his adviser, Sindratn declined to adopt his ) va, format tc ell

views and dicd as he had lived, a disbeliever in Chris ag tet the ee

tianity, though not ascoffer. gti MPC te ee Be ia

’ ‘There were many tliat predicted that bis courage

would give vuf when the gallows ‘Joomed up’ before

him but to the Increased astonishment of bis jailers

and the public his firmness was’ maintained and his

manner was perfectly self possessed and natural on the

Jast day of his life, His interview with his mother and

sister was Very affecting but, although Jt’ wae A great.

trialto him, he did net weaken and maintained his

stoicism throughout. He wentto bed at migpight:

after having chatted pleasantly with the visitors and |

the condemned.murderers Leighton and McUloin. Hin

aleep was gentle and calm like that of an innocent.

child and the doctors who clustered about his bed and

felt his pulse expressed great astonishment at his nerve

slecping or waking, The sleeper did not stir until Rev |

Dr. Morgan arrived at half past 6 a, mM. and touched

him lightly on the shoulder. _He sprang to his feet, |

gaily naluted his visitor and asked how he felt and |

gave achecry reception to his counsel who entered the |

celifshortly afier the announcement that’ there was

no-hope of a stay of proceedings.” Sindramy sald: that

did not surprise him, that anyhow he preferred death

to imprivonment, and then ordered his breakfast of

rolls, eggx and coffee and ate it with @ relish. “Ashe,

finished. his meal Sheriff Bowe and Under-Sberiff Ste

vens entered the Tombs, accompanied by forty de pu-

tien carrying batons, attired in black and wearing

mourning bands on their bata, © Sheriff Stevens -ap-

peared in thé cell accompanied by two deputies and.

read the death warrant, Sindram listening unmoved

and eyoing the reader keenly‘as: he. ran (brough the

Je:‘al phrases. ‘The prisoner noddcd at the. conclusion
said he was feady whenever the sheriff wae..


. anuary 25, 1811
SINCLAIR, Jon Frederick, white, hanged New York, NY on January <5),

John Frederick Sinclair, New York, 1811

mbian of 1-25-1811 (3:1)

A good account of them turns up in the New York Colu
r ”

1810. He was a boarder in the victim's house. On

& argument with his wife because she had
supposedly been unfaithful to him and brought home the clapp. Sinclair was peeling

potatoes at the time and claimed that an outraged Mrs. Hill came up behind her
husband and shoved him onto the knife that he was holding. He was not believed.


vy so much,
ctives as the

‘talking sany

few blocks
being awak-
the officers
Gettal in the

ere,” said a
vith you this
to tell us all

snapped and
ossed. “What

‘ere shot to-
ie other’s dy-
2 us or come

left them and
ater, hastily

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d no makeup
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orner at eight
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Steve here.

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d peevishly.
at each other

1 to remain
s left, taking
e man’s story
‘ persons had
en 8 and 8:30
of the shoot-

headquarters
that the sus-
ned from the
mself with a

Lieutenant
vhen he got
the boy we
sill missing,
st have had
‘ss at dinner-
iim stand up
What could
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rent did not
ae Hollywood
as clear that
1 Domie, the
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n was indeed
undoubtedly
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was still free.

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m break over
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‘ETECTIVE CASES

foe

ee Ret eel i

three o'clock. The theatres are long
dark and empty . A :

T five o'clock that Sunday morn-
ing, August 4th, D’Aula died

“without having regained conscious-

ness.

“There you are,” Meenahan

snorted angrily to Captain McGowan,

“T¢’s all over. We know the killer.

Only we can’t prove his guilt.” _
McGowan hunched his _broad

‘shoulders .and nodded, With D’Aula

dead and the witnesses close-

mouthed there was no oné to identi- .

fy the slayer. How could a charge of
murder stick? But more important,
where could Sileo be found?
Meanwhile, Domie and Happy, who
were being held in $25,000 bail each,
stubbornly refused to disclose any
knowledge of the killer. Confronted

« Kane was stumped for a while.
“Then he hurried back to the hotel to
speak to the proprietor.

The hotel owner, a sharp-witted,
observant man, recalled that Hague,
sometimes broke, had received tele-
graphed money orders. Brief investi-
gation revealed that the cash had been
wired by an Edward Robboti.

This was significant, Kane informed
New York of this lead and soon Si-
leo’s private “banker” was being
questioned. Within a few minutes,
Robboti admitted: that Hague was
really his old friend, Eddie Sileo!

The killer was shipped back to New
York. Every vestige of daring and
nerve had left him. In a_ sniveling
whisper, the desperado finally admit-
ted to Assistant District Attorney
James McGough that he was Sileo,

The plea to spare the killer's life

\

came from the lips of a man who was
very near'and yet very far from Ed-
die Sileo. Mario, his brother, recently
admitted to the bar, tried valiantly to
save the callous killer—the same Ma-
rio who had once turned, Edmund
over to the police to keep him from
“ending up in something worse than
a holdup.” »

Both the Sileo brothers lost: Mario,
an important case; Eddie, his life.

The murderer was found guilty.
And. the ex-bookmaker made the
journey to the stone rectangle that is
the death house at Sing Sing prison.

The names Lenny Turk, Chris Pam-
melo, Dominick Pammelo, Thomas
Intull, Mamie Kowler, Steve Gettal,

. Renee Moran and Edward Robboti are
’ fictitious. is

with the. innocent redhead, they de-
nied ever having seen her. ©

“That's funny,” Renee laughed
ironically to Meenahan after she had
faced the pair. “Because I’ve been in
thre Hollywood with Eddie a couple
of times.”

Meenahan turned to Buckley. “Hop
in.your car and get Mamie, the
waitress,” he ordered. “We'll see how
good her memory is.”

When the two girls faced each
other, Meenahan asked Renee: “Do
you know Mamie?”

“IT saw her in the Hollywood,” the
redhead said, “when I was there with
Eddie Sileo the night before the
shooting.”

Mamie trembled and. pressed one
clenched fist to her lips. :

“Well, are you ready to talk now?”
Meenahan asked gently.

A sob broke m the waitress’
throat. “I didn’t want to keep still,”
she cried. “I was afraid. You don’t
know him, .or you'd be afraid, too.
I didn’t know his name till this girl
‘mentioned it. But I did know he’d
been in the place four or five, times
before last night.”

“But he was there last night?”
og Si broke in eagerly. :

“ res,” . ‘

ae was the man with the gun?”

“ es,” .

“And he did the shooting?”

“Yes,”

Lieutenant Meenahan leaned back
and grinned at his fellow detectives.
Dawn ‘had broken; it was Sunday,
and another Brooklyn Saturday night
was past. And he had solved the Hol-
lywood Restaurant murder mystery.

peed picture -was_ circulated
among the police throughout the
country. But it was not until] a year
later that the brutal killer, was found
‘by Detective John Kane of New
_ Brunswick, New Jersey.

Kane made a habit of memorizing
police “wanted” handbills. He found
‘a strong resemblance between Sileo
and a William Hague who was living
in an Albany Street hotel.

Arrested, the man vigorously de-
nied he was Sileo. He produced a
draft registration card in the name of

7.

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men, They would really have some~
thing on a hop peddler, There was
just one hitch. No local dope runner
was suspected, known or remem-
bered.

“Couldn't it be someone from out-

 gide the neighborhood?” asked one of

the detectives. «= —

Meenahan shook his head, “No,
this is strictly a local tangle. That’s
why Domie and Happy aren't talk-

ing.” '
8 * # #

Each neighborhood in .Brooklyn
has its own movie house, its favorite
bar, its dance place and bowling al-
ley. As midnight sounds and these
places begin emptying, the parties
move into the streets. Laughing,
shouting couples swing down the
lighted avenues in little groups. Cars
speed by loaded with girls and boys
on their way home, or going on to a
private args A Here and there in the
apartment houses the lights shine
from every window on the floor and
noise, music, girls’ voices screaming

_spill out into the street. It’s. some-

body’s birthday, or a wedding recep-
‘tion, or a social club get-together...
and the fun will go on into the small
hours...

** @

T one o'clock Sunday morning,
£4 Meenahan, still awaiting word
from the sleuths touring hangouts,
called Harbor Hospital.

“D’Aula is still unconscious,” said
the doctor, “and I’m afraid he'll be
gone in a couple of hours.”

At 1:30, a group of detectives re-

ported on their check-up after 'visit-.

ing twenty-odd poolrooms and bars.
They had found, accounted for, and
verified the alibis of all but two
known criminals of the neighborhood.
These two were missing from their
usual haunts, :

“Palmieri — paroled from Elmira,
robbery. He went to the beach, ac-
cording to his mother,” one officer re-
vealed.

“The other kid is young Steve Get-
tal,” another reported. “He got a sus-
pended sentence last winter. He’s
supposed to have gone to a dance at
about nine o'clock with a girl named
Renee, a redhead.” ° ;

Meenahan shot out of his chair.
“You and Jacobi find out where Get-
tal is living. Wait for him. Or find out
what dance he went to and try to
pick him up there. And don’t miss
that redhead!” ;

Two other groups of plainclothes-
men were sent out: one to Gettal’s

‘favorite poolroom and the other to .

Palmieri’s home, to await the man’s

return,

The office had just calmed down
and Meenahan was drinking cold cof-
fee when the last team of detectives
walked in, Their rounds revealed that
a bookmaker named Edmund Sileo

had not been. seen at his regular -
_ haunts all evening.

“He left his home on 75th Street
this afternoon,” the sleuths reported.
“While we were waiting on his reg-
ular corner, two men came looking
for him: to pay off on bets, Fellow in

60.

a candy store also said a girl was
looking for Eddie around 8:30.”

“What kind of a girl?” Meenahan
interrupted,

“He couldn't describe her. Then
there was a dope addict who kept
ails around and crying for Ed-

ie,’

Meenahan’s pencil broke in the
sudden grip of his fingers. “Dope ad-
dict, eh?” He ordered the men to pick

up the hophead and to get a descrip-

tion of the bookie’s gir

“Now,” the lieutenant grunted
ironically to Buckley, “ we've got one
lead too many. If the redhead is
Gettal’s girl, we. go‘one way. If the
hophead is. our lead, we go that way.
It can’t be both, unless— Let me
have Sileo’s record.”

* & &

DMUND SILEO had been arrested _

several times. But he was well
known to the police for a different

- reason. ;
In 1936,. Mario Sileo, Edmund’s_.

brother, had. walked into the office
of the 62nd Squad,

“Eddie held up the Hollywood The-
ater,” said Mario, tight-lipped. “Un-
-less you put him in jail, he'll end up
in ‘something. worse than a holdup.
Please come with me. I’ll show you
his guns.”

Detectives were speechless. They
knew the theater had been robbed.
They also knew the Sileo family,

knew that Mario, a fine student, was

attending pharmacy college so that he
might work as a druggist and even-
tually study law. The parents were
dignified, reserved people. Yet they
had made this incredible decision—to
have their own son jailed!

Detectives Boyle and Hannan ac-
companied Mario to the Sileo home.
There, under a wine barrel in the
back yard, they found two guns.

Edmund Sileo was arrested, but the
manager of the theatre could not
identify him. Consequently, Edmund
was freed for lack of evidence.

Since that day, many years before
the Hollywood Restaurant shootings,
the Sileo boys had been enemies. Ma-
rio had ‘married, continued his
studies, His brother, however, was
arrested many times and occasionally
convicted, re

AHAN ordered that a watch
be set outside Sileo’s home, An-
other vigil was also being kept op-
posite Steve Gettal’s house.
“What do you fellows want from
me?” Steve whined when the detec-
tives eventually picked him up. _

“Where were you at eight o'clock .

tonight?”

“Home, eating my supper, I fin-
ished about 8:30, went down to the
corner, Then I met Renee Moran and
she didn’t have anything to do so I
took her to a dance.”

“Take us over to Renee’s house,”

the officers ordered.
. Steve balked. “What do you want
her for anyway? She’s got nothing to
~ ee that shooting at the Holly-
w ,

“How do you know so much,
Steve?” asked the. detectives as the
youth got into their car.

But Steve was not talking any
more. etic

Renee’s home was a few blocks
away. She was angry at being awak-

ened — until she saw the officers
standing behind Steve Gettal in the
dim hallway. :

“Your boy friend, here,” said a
sleuth, “claims he was with you this
evening. We want you to tell us all
about it.”

Renee’s big dark eyes snapped and
me brilliant red hair tossed. “What
or?” q

“Because two men were shot to-
night. One’s dead and the other’s dy-
ing. You want to talk to us or come
to the station house?”

“Wait.a minute.” She left them and
returned a minute later, hastily

dressed. Even in a loose coat, with.

her red hair tumbled and no makeup
on her sulky, provocative mouth, she
was beautiful.

“I went down to the corner at eight
o'clock,” Renee said. “I had'a date
but when he didn’t show up I said
I'd go to a dance with Steve here.
And we went.” |

“Who stood you up?”

“Ed Sileo,” Renee said peevishly.

The detectives looked at each other
and grinned.

_ Renee was instructed to remain
available and ‘the officers left, taking
Gettal with them. But the man’s story
checked perfectly. Three persons had
seen him at home, between 8 and 8:30
ml evening—the time of the shoot-

g. : :
Just as they reached headquarters
again, a report came in that the sus-
pect Palmieri had returned from the

ach and furnished himself with a
sound alibi,

“Never mind,” said Lieutenant
Meenahan exultantly, when he got
the reports. “Sileo is the boy we
want. He’s the only one still missing,
isn’t he? And he must have had
mighty important business at dinner-
time tonight to make him stand up
that gorgeous redhead. What could
it be, except knocking off his two pals
at the Hollywood bar?”

While Renee’s statement did not
actually place Sileo in the Hollywood
at the fatal hour, it was clear that
Happy, the waiter, and Domie, the
bartender, had good -reason to be
silent if the missing man was indeed
the killer. These two undoubtedly
knew Sileo, the neighborhood thug,
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SMITH, William, white, hanged Poughkeepsie, NY, April 24, 1778.

"4/23/1778-On Saturday last the Supreme Court of Dutchess County,
State of New York, adjourned till the 4th Tuesday in May after
passing sentence of death on the following persons: viz., William
Smith, Daniel Ackley, samuel Jenkins, Mydert Harris, Daniel
Cornell, Simkins and Morgan, who are to be executed tomorrow at
Poughkeepsie>"

New York Packet and the American Advertiser, Fishkill, NY,

April 23, 1778.

Minutes of the Dutchess County Board of Supervisors, County
Archives, Poughkeepsie, NY, entry dated June 3, 1778, states that
the sheriff was allowed his costs for hanging three felons:
William Smith, Jonathan Ackerrly and Negro Jack.

Vol. 3, ppl80-183, Public Papers of George Clinton, First Governor
of New York. Albany: State Printers, 1900, states that he was
hanged on April 24, 1778, for burglary. He was a cordwainer of
Beekman's Precinct. On November 22, 1777, he burglarized the
house of Jacob Baldwin at Rumbout's Point and on December 5, 1777,
the house of Daniel Way at Beekman's Precinct.