New Jersey, G-H, 1796-1949, Undated

j The telephone in the

be Pluckemin barracks of the

New Jersey State Police

rang at 3:55 p.m., on the

cold, windswept afternoon of December

18th. Captain Robert Hamilton, in

command of the station, lifted the re-
ceiver.

His caller was Charles Higgins, man-
ager of the Bound Brook Crushed Stone
Company, on Chimney Rock Road, and
he sounded worried.

“A couple of disreputable looking
characters have been eyeing the plant
all day,” Higgins said, “and I’m worried.
It’s pay day here, and I’ve more than
$6,000 lying around.”

“You think they’re casing the place?”
asked Hamilton.

“It certainly looks like it, Captain,
I’d feel a lot better if I had a trooper
or two around when we pay off the men
at 5 o’clock.”

Five minutes later Troopers Robert
Coyle and John Gregovesir were headed
for the sprawling rock plant on the out-
skirts of Bound Brook, New Jersey. As
they drove, the fields around them were
a panorama of white. Snow drifts lay
banked high on both sides of the road.
The scene was one of peace and tran-
quility, rather than impending tragedy.

At the plant, Higgins and the firm’s
treasurer, William Haelig, greeted them
with obvious relief. They said that they
had observed two men following them
in a red touring car both to and from
the bank in Bound Brook. When they
arrived at the plant with the payroll
money they saw the men peering at them
from their slowly moving car.

“At first we thought they might be
looking for a job,” added Haelig, “but
their actions soon dispelled that idea.”

“Any idea where they are now?” asked
Coyle.

Higgins nodded. “I spotted one of
them from an upstairs window a few
minutes ago,” he said. “He was standing
in the road, about 500 yards from here.”

Coyle buttoned his coat collar. “Okay,
Jack,” he told Gregovesir, “let’s go see
what it’s all about.”

Returning to their police car, the
troopers started down the ice-covered
road. They had traveled only a short
distance when Gregovesir applied the
brakes. A medium-statured, sullen-

mM looking man was leaning against a tele-

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phone pole, glowering at them.
The troopers alighted. “What are you
doing here?” demanded Coyle sternly.

The suspect, who was wearing a dirty
checkered cap and a frayed army coat,
shrugged. “Thought maybe I could get
a job at the rock plant.”

Coyle slipped behind the suspect and
ran his hands over his lithe frame,
searching for a weapon. He found none,
“Where’s your buddy?” he inquired.

The man stared at him bleakly. “I got
no buddy. I’m alone.”

Coyle gestured to the car. “Okay, get
in. We'll help you look for him.”

The suspect climbed wordlessly into
the back seat. The troopers resumed
their position on the front seat, with
Gregovesir behind the wheel. As the
police car rolled slowly along in the
gathering dusk, Gregovesir and Coyle
scanned the white-cloaked fields intently.
Suddenly their captive in the back seat
said harshly, “Stop the car and raise
your hands!”

The troopers stiffened with surprise.
The car slackened its speed, but did not
stop. Gregovesir, guiding the machine,
was helpless to act. Not so with Coyle,
however. His right hand dipped, snake-
like, towards his holster. “Drop that
gun, you fool,” he cried. “You can’t—”

The prisoner’s gun belched flame, .

cutting off the words in the trooper’s
throat. Coyle’s gun slipped from his
fingers and he sagged forward towards
the dashboard, a bullet in his back.

Gregovesir, momentarily stunned by
the gunplay, eased the slow rolling car
into a shallow ditch. He drew his
service revolver and turned to face the
gunman. The latter, using the butt of
his weapon as a club, smashed the
trooper a vicious blow on the temple.

Dazed, Gregovesir let the gun drop to
the floor of the car. With consciousness
ebbing, he had to think fast, or be
mowed down by the trigger-happy gun-
man. With a lurch he snapped open the
car door and sprawled headlong into the
snow. He lay still, feigning unconscious-
ness.

The gunman jumped from the car and
looked around him wildly, as if search-
ing for a means of escape. As he stood,
undecided on which way to flee, Coyle
slipped to the floor of the car with a
groan. "

Startled by the sudden movement, the
gunman turned .and sent two bullets
crashing into the back of his helpless
victim. Then he turned and contem-
plated Gregovesir, his eyes pin points
of hate. The trooper tensed, expecting
at any moment to feel the steel-jacketed

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February, 1949

slugs come tearing through his body.

Suddenly an automobile horn sounded
near by. The gunman wheeled, picked
up Gregovesir’s gun, and raced down
the road. A moment later Gregovesir
saw a red touring car emerge from a
side road and go careening south, along
Chimney Rock Road.

Gregovesir raised himself to one knee.
“A Buick,” he muttered. Making a
mental note of the license numbers, he
hurried to his stricken comrade. Coyle’s
breathing was labored and he was
bleeding profusely.

“Hold on, Bob,” he said, starting the
car. He backed onto the road and drove
to the rock plant. A white-faced group
of workers opened a lane for him as he
entered the office. His eyes fell on
William Haelig.

“Get Coyle to a hospital, quick,” he
commanded. “He’s hurt bad.”

Haelig nodded and slipped out the
door. A moment later he was on his
way to Somerset Hospital, five miles
north. Gregovesir contacted Captain
Hamilton at the Troop B barracks in
Pluckemin, by telephone. Briefly he re-
lated what had taken place after he and
Coyle arrived at the rock plant. His
report made, he hung up and returned
to the scene of the shooting.

Fifteen minutes later the death scene
was crowded with state and local police
officers. With Captain Hamilton was
Sergeant Henry Wooge, a stocky, bull-
necked man with penetrating brown
eyes. Gregovesir described the-getaway
car as a 1922, six-passenger Buick,
painted red. The license numbers were
N. J. 88-735.

“Can you describe the two men?”
Wooge asked.

“I only had a fleeting glimpse of the
gunman’s companion,” Gregovesir said,
“but the fellow who did the shooting
was about five feet seven and weighed
around 140 pounds. He was light-com-
plexioned, and wore an army overcoat
and a checkered cap.” ;

Gregovesir said he believed the gun-
man was of Italian parentage despite his
light complexion. “His companion looked
like an Italian, too,” he added.

Wooge jotted down his description of
the car and its occypants and gave it
to a trooper with instructions to return
to the barracks and sound the alarm. It
was necessary in those days of 1924 to
contact the police of adjoining counties
by telephone. Once informed on the
details, they were then required to pass


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jumped into the car, saying he was ina hurry, and sped out.”

Again the sandy-haired companion of the killer!

Tes LOOKED LIKE THE HOTTEST thing in a lead the police
had run across in their tireless investigation. They
determined to follow it through, but again that
heartbreaking twist of a dead end confronted the
officers, and the discovery of the blue Buick
coupe only resulted in its recovery by a grate-

ful young Manhattan lady. :

Suspects were still being groynd through the
machinery of the relentless police search that
ranged all over New Jersey and into surround-
ing states, and each suspect was viewed by Trooper
Gregovesir. He, too, by this time had combed through
some 20,000 Rogue’s Gallery photos, without once en-
countering the dark, shifty-eyed killer’s countenance in
the files,

The New Year arrived. The public clamor, as it al-
ways does in such cases, had died down. Only the police
—who never forget—kept at their task of tracking the
killer of Trooper Coyle. ,

On January 6, 1925, Governor Silzer made a nation-
wide appeal to all public-spirited citizens having any in-
formation regarding Coyle’s killer to come forward and
give it to police. The State Executive promised the citizenry
absolute protection and promised also, that the identity of
any person coming forward would.be kept a strict secret.

The Governor then followed up his appeal by appointing
Lieutenants Harry Walsh (now Police Chief) and Charles
Wilson, ace undercover investigators, of Jersey City, to the
task of assisting in tracking the killer.

“Devote every minute of your time to this case,” Gov-
ernor Silzer ordered. “I want this man brought to justice.”

T= DETECTIVES, BOTH OF WHOM were veterans, knew
every nook and cranny of the underworld, its habitants,
and the habits of its crawling element; were fully aware of
the Coyle killing and all the points.

Walsh and Wilson knew, as a starter, that the killer and
his companion, were not novices. They knew, from the set-
up, from the cold-blooded killing of Coyle, back to the steal-
ing of the blue Buick from the Manhattan garage and the
fictitious plates used on the red getaway Buick, that the men
had cased the quarry job, had planned their methods of ap-
proach, and more important, their escape.

Men who operate like that are not novices.
hardened criminals.

It takes veteran detectives to land hardened criminals.

Walsh and Wilson answered that call to a “T.”

* “You know, Harry,” Wilson said, lighting a cigar thought-
fully, “‘there’s one angle on these heistmen. They had that
job planned for the daytime. They must have had a tipoff
from inside that quarry shop, or someplace, the bank, maybe,
on the payroll delivery.”

“I think you’ve hit the nail on the head, Charlie,” Walsh
agreed. ‘“Let’s start from there, eh?”

With this method of attack in mind the officers ordered a
detective-trooper assigned to tail each of the seventy-five
employes of the stone quarry. It’s an old police procedure,
but one that pays dividends when it works,

They are

"A FTER SEVENTEEN DAYS OF SUCH mass trailing of “possible

suspects,” only one remained that looked good. The
detectives learned that the suspect’s sister was staying at
her brother’s home. She was estranged from her husband,
one Daniel Genese. This man had been in police custody on

Major Mark O.

Kimberling (above)

was determined to see

the slaying of the young officer

avenged. He lent every available

assistance to this end, and saw justice
triumph,

numerous occasions and he interested Walsh and Wilson no
little.

Was the wear-worn process of elimination again going to
pan gold? It looked very good to the two detectives.

Walsh and Wilson made an exhaustive check on their
possible “‘suspect,” whose wife was living at the home of
her brother-in-law, a quarry worker. A description of the
“suspect” made their blood race with anticipation.

“Five feet seven, one hundred and eighty pounds, dark
hair, shifty black eyes . . .”

“It’s over to this quarry worker’s house for us,” Wilson
cried eagerly.

When they arrived at their destination they were greeted
by an attractive young woman who was the wife of their
“suspect.” The “suspect” wasn’t home. Would the detec-
tives wait?

“Sometimes we wait for months, lady,” Walsh said, tak-
ing a seat near the door.

“And sometimes,” Wilson added, sitting on the end of
the divan facing the door, “it pays to wait, eh, Harry?”

Steps thumped on the stairway that led to the apartment.
The pretty young wife looked at the door apprehensively.
Walsh and Wilson edged forward in their seats ready for
anything. The young wife crossed the room, threw open
the door, and a man stepped into the room. The young
woman sighed with relief. It was her brother-in-law, the
quarry worker, not her husband.

BE 3, DETECTIVES, HOWEVER, WERE glad to see him. There
were some things they wanted to iron out before the
pretty young wife’s husband did show up, if he ever would.

“Sit down,” Walsh ordered the quarry worker.

The man, palpably nervous, sat down. Then Wilson asked:

“Did you give Danny any information about the quarry?
About the day and the hour the payroll arrived?”

The man rubbed the palms of his hands together slowly
and stared at the worn patterns of flowers in the rug.

“T guess I must have,” he confessed. “He asked me a lot
of questions about the quarry. I didn’t suspect that he had
anything like holding it up in mind, though.”

“Nevertheless, you gave him all (Continued on page 68)

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HE PROBLEM, THEN, became one of pho-

tography. Through her microscope she
photographed the bits of cloth, toiling for
hours with her instruments, late into the
night. When at last she had finished her
microphotographs, she blew them up to
giant size until they resembled huge pic-
tures of burlap.

Then came the hardest job of all. Each
of the threads running lengthwise (warp
threads) on each bit of cloth, as well as all
those running in other directions (filler
threads) had to be counted and numbered,
and these numbers must be carefully
checked back and compared with one an-
other,

Meantime, she left her microscope and
went to the tape manufacturing plant of
Bauer & Black, where she obtained from
their chemist first-hand information on
the various sorts of tape and the kinds of
material used in them.

An indication of how she labored to
identify the tiny cloth clues is found in
the following excerpt from her technical
report:

the same dies, the two men were again ar-
rested.

Their companion, the young Italian, who
shall be nameless here, was found in De-
troit and brought back to Illinois. He
told Smith and Dr. Keeler that Robert-
son and McDonald had talked to him
about their various dynamiting “jobs”, and
had discussed with him the contemplated
bombing of the Valier Mine.

“They told me,” he said, “that each of
the bombings netted them $300. ‘When
we've pulled enough of these jobs,’ Mc-’
Donald once said to me, ‘I’m going to buy
me a road house.’”

General Otto Kerner. Attorneys S. M.
Ward and Nobel Y. Dowell appeared for
the defendants.

The State’s chief exhibits were displayed
on a twelve-foot easel set up in the court-
room before the judge and jury. Upon this
easel were duplicate prints of the enlarged
microphotographs made by Katharine
Keeler in her laboratory.

iB Baie JURORS WERE permitted to take them
into the jury room and examine them at
their leisure, and see for themselves that
the scraps of tape found in the ruins of the
dynamited mine had been torn from the

3

1. The suspected tape had 322 torn (which
filler threads and frayed warp threads at Hitite
the loose left-hand end, where several ee te
filler threads had been pulled out. The night,
clock tape had 324 filler threads at the Most

left-hand end. The 324th was a long
filler thread extending in such a direction
as to suggest it was one of the missing
filler threads frayed from the loose end
of the suspected tape. The 323d thread
was an incomplete fragment, with both
ends cut.

2. There were 27 warp threads miss-
ing from the suspected tape in the lower
crucial area and 27 warp threads at that
end of the clock tape.

3. Wherever the torn warp threads on
the suspected tape were long, those at the
corresponding end of the clock tape were
correspondingly short, and vice versa.

4. The lower edge of the suspected
tape and the upper edge of the clock tape
were correspondingly frayed, and the fac-
tory-cut edge of the suspected tape was
continued in the similarly-cut lower edge
of the clock tape.

Thread for thread, the 322 torn filler
threads of the suspected tape matched in
relative size the corresponding 322 torn
filler threads of the clock tape.

( Setaixey A HARD and unemotional re-
port! Quite unlike the romantic-look-

The findings of beauitful Katharine Keeler

(above) resulted in the conviction of the two

dynamite terrorists. Mrs. Keeler is the wife

of Dr. Leonarde Keeler, head of the Scien-

tific Crime Detective Laboratory of North-
western University.

Ryconats AND RosERTSON, under arrest
were also brought to Chicago, but no
amount of questioning could make them

tape found in the home of the two defen-
dants.

They had heard Katharine Keeler de-
scribe on the witness stand, how she had
made the photographs, and now they care-
fully studied them.

When they filed back into the courtroom
their verdict was “Guilty!”

McDonald and Robertson were sentenced
to twenty-five years each in State’s Prison.

A motion for a rehearing was denied,

ing young woman who wrote it. But the talk. They would neither admit nor deny and they were taken to the Illinois State Cay
main point is, Katharine Keeler proved con- anything, but sat in stolid silence staring Penitentiary at Joliet. They are confined ooo
clusively that the shred of soiled tape at-  stonily at their questioners. there today. fronts.
tached to the alarm clock found in the ruins Nevertheless, they were indicted by the When they are released, a four-year sen- and wi
of the bombed Valier Mine, had been torn Franklin County Grand Jury and were tence to Federal prison awaits them. Gevcun

from the tape found in the shanty of Mc-
Donald and Robertson.

With the submission of her report, and
that of Ballistics Expert Wilson, who found
that all the wires had been drawn through

RIVER RAT SLAYER

the dope he needed,” Walsh added grimly.

“When did you see him last?”

The man scratched his head. He was
confused and upset now. “About Christ-
mas time, I think it was,” he replied.

“Do you think he’s tied up with Coyle’s
murder?” Walsh asked bluntly.

The man paled.

“T asked him about it,” he said. “He got
sore as hell with me. He said a pack of

brought to trial before Judge W. Joseph
Hill of the Circuit Court.

State’s Attorney Marion Hart, assisted
by A. B. Dennis and J. C. Smith conducted
a vigorous prosecution, backed by Attorney

The telephone rang.

“T'll take it,” Wilson said, and he hur-
ried to the telephone. It might be Genese,
and he could trace the call, flash word to
Headquarters, spread out a dragnet and land
the suspect before he could move a mile.

It wasn’t the suspect. It was word from
Headquarters that the Hoboken police had
Genese’s picture and record on file there,
and that the picture was being copied and

The conviction of these ruthless dyna-
miters—a conviction brought about by a
slim, blue-eyed young woman peering
through her microscope—ended Illinois’
red reign of terror.

From page 43

Walsh handed him the picture which had
arrived by motorcycle dispatch from Ho-
boken,

The trooper’s hands trembled with sup-
pressed excitement as he studied the sallow
features of the picture of Genese. He swal-
lowed hard and then looked up, and his
voice seemed tired, like a man who had run
a marathon and won.

“That’s the guy that shot Coyle,” he said,

devote:

ome

bungling bums had handled the job and sent over to Walsh and Wilson af once'for and slumped down into a chair.
knocked off a cop. He said he hadn’t had Gregovesir to identify. 2 It was hard for him, for any of the
anything to do with it.” Gregovesir was called immediately and police, to believe that now, at last, after

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weeks of exhausting searches from one end
of the state to another, they at last had a
definite suspect.

Over the teletypes now flashed Genese’s
name, description, and his record of arrests.
Photos of his fingerprints were run off in
machines at Headquarters and distributed to
police agencies throughout New Jersey,
New York, and Pennsylvania.

A_ swift raid was launched against Ge-
nese’s Hoboken home, in conjunction with
Hoboken officers, but the suspect had fled
that lair and no incriminating evidence was
found in the house.

After staking men out in the house in
the event the search for the killer might
drive him back to it, a series of raids were
conducted in cooperation with local police
agencies at all his known underworld
haunts.

Genese was a river rat. He had been
arrested a score of times for river piracy.
He was a tough nut, a street fighter par
excellence, and an expert in the art of
gouging, biting, kneeing, and shooting in
the back.

Still the vigil remained at the home of
his brother-in-law. It was there that his
pretty young wife remained. Human nature,
the detectives knew, was a powerful force.
Maybe his love for his wife would draw
him back there—and into their net.

N Fesruary 25, 1925, a black roadster
swung into the gravel driveway at the
house where Genese’s wife was staying.
The detectives didn’t stir from behind their
posts in the shadows of the ells of the
house, until a jaunty, stocky figure had
alighted from the car, looked about fur-
tively, and started for the front steps. They
let him enter the house, then they moved in.
Genese was chatting with his trembling
wife, unaware, even from her chalky ap-

RUNAWAY MOLLS

under threats of instant death they dashed
out and disappeared in the early gloom.
The description of the robbers furnished
by Parker seemed to correspond with that
sent from Sweetwater.

a NEXT AFTERNOON the desk sergeant

at Police Headquarters in Chattanooga
listened to the excited voice of Mrs. C. C.
Hennessee, while she reported a daring
daylight robbery of the Farrar Dry Goods
Store, of which she was the manager, at
2202 McCallie Avenue.

Two desperadoes had rushed in and, at
the point of automatics, had forced her
and Harry Pierce, a youthful customer,
to lie flat behind the counter while they
emptied the cash drawer and selected their
choice of shirts, ties and socks. Careful
not to overlook anything, one of the rob-
bers compelled young Pierce to surrender
a five dollar bill he was in the act of pas-
sing to Mrs. Hennessee when they entered.

Again the description furnished by the
victims tallied closely with that of the
Christmas Day robbers.

Forty-four minutes later another flash
came to Headquarters with the disquieting
news of another robbery. This time it was
a liquor store at 2337 South Broad Street.
Walter Perry, the clerk, had been beaten
and thrown into a back room where he re-
mained under the menace of the robbers’
weapons while they scooped up $90, a .45-
calibre pistol and several bottles of
whisky. ,

Perry limped out of his place of im-
prisonment in time to see the men speeding
south in a large black sedan. He identified
the robbers as customers who, early that

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pearance, that detectives were at that very
moment standing in the open doorway, their
fingers to their lips warning her to
silence.

With swift strides Walsh and Wilson
crossed the room, seized the suspect,
snapped handcuffs onto both wrists, and de-
spite the fact Genese struggled, and fumed,
and raged, and put up a fight, he was led
out of the house and into a police car and
hurried off to Headquarters.

Once at Pluckemin the prisoner grew
sullen and defiant and refused to talk. Then
he was brought face to face with the one
man who could brand him as Coyle’s killer.

It was a tense moment, filled with melo-
drama as the trooper faced Genese.

Gregovesir’s face was taut with strain.
Sleepless nights, the horror of having seen
his best friend killed, the elusiveness of the
killer—and now here was a man that they
thought had pulled the trigger on his part-
ner.

The trooper walked to within two feet of
where Genese sat, his chin buried in his
chest.

“Look up at me!” Gregovesir said, and
the metallic ring of his words filled the
room.

Seowes GENESE lifted his dark, sullen
face and stared boldly into the trooper’s
face, but his eyes shifted and the trooper
sighed, and looked at Walsh and Wilson
and said:

“He killed my pal, Coyle!”

“Yeah,” Genese added almost laconically.
“I killed the copper that was with him all
right. I thought he was dead, too, or I’da
bumped him.”

“Who was the man who was with you?”
Walsh asked.

“John Anderson,” Genese said. “Gimme
a cigarette.”

“Where does Anderson live?” Wilson

morning, had purchased a quart of whisky.
At Headquarters it was readily admitted
that these were the same men that had kept
the police on the jump for the last two
days.

Three armed robberies in the heart of the
city in less than twenty-four hours follow-
ing close upon the alarm sent out from
Sweetwater Christmas morning, set the
Chattanooga police to work in earnest.
Chief C. R. Bryan took active charge of the
manhunt.

AX AVAILABLE MEN from both the uni-
formed and detective departments were
put on special assignment to get the thugs.
No quarter was to be allowed. The police
radio was worked overtime in sending out
more detailed description of the men as it
was obtained from the robbery victims.
Hundreds of private citizens appeared on
the streets armed and ready to respond to
any call.

Merchants, filling station employes and
liquor store proprietors kept armed watch
over their property all during the tense
afternoon. But the bandits failed to strike
again.

By five o’clock the police had to admit
that their determined efforts to locate them
had failed. It had been more than three
hours since the last holdup—time enough
for the fugitives to be far away.

Then came what looked like a break. A
private citizen who, by his good sense and
loyalty to organized society set a fine ex-
ample of good citizenship, spoke the word
that set the machinery of the law at work
in the right direction.

Claude Brown, Chief Deputy under

asked, ignoring the killer’s plea for a cig-
arette.

Genese told them his pal’s address, and
within an hour Anderson was in police toils
and back at Pluckemin station.

Anderson tearfully denied any com-
plicity in the murder of Trooper Coyle.
Two hours of relentless hammering, tying
him up with the theft of the blue Buick
roadster in Manhattan, broke him down. He
confessed he and Genese had planned to
hold up the stone quarry paymaster.

He, however, refused to admit that he
knew anything about the murder of Coyle.
He signed a confession. Genese, too,
signed one that linked him definitely with
the planned holdup and the murder of
the state trooper.

Now justice moved with record-breaking
speed.

On March thirtieth, the killer went on
trial charged with murder. Anderson was
put on trial as an accessory after the fact
of the murder, before Justice Charles W.
Parker in Somerset County Court.

Prosecutor A. M. Beekman had com-
pleted an ironclad case against Genese,
thanks to the astute detective work of Wil-
son and Walsh, and the entire New Jersey
State Police force.

HE TRIAL LASTED a week. In less than
one hour the jury returned a verdict
of first-degree guilt against Danny Genese,
the Jersey river rat, and he took the verdict
standing, a sickly smile on his sallow face.
Anderson, who pleaded guilty to being an
accessory after the fact, was dealt with
lightly. He was sentenced to one year at
hard labor in Trenton State Prison.

On the night of December 15, 1925, Dan-
ny Genese, product of the Hoboken water-
fronts, took the short cut to Eternity at
the Trenton State Prison.

From page 15

County Sheriff Frank J. Burns, answered
the telephone in the jail office.

“That you, Chief?” a quiet voice inquired.

¥ag:”*

“This is Bill Raper, out here at Rock
Castle.”

HAT WAS a well-known road house on

the Will Cummings Highway about ten
miles west of Chattanooga. Recently, the
proprietor, Pete Hines, had constructed an
attractive group of tourist cabins on a hill
near by which he operated from the road
house office. Chief Brown did not know
his caller, but assumed that it was some
routine call like that which ordinarily came
from the numerous road houses over the
country.

“All right, Bill. What is it?” the chief
inquired, ready to receive some minor
complaint.

“I think them robbers are out here in
one of our cabins.”

The chief suddenly became tense. Like
all other local law officers, he was des-
perately anxious to get a tip that might
lead to the capture of the outlaws. In fact,
he and his men had been working feverishly
all afternoon in conjunction with the police
in an effort to bring them in.

“How do you know, Bill? We want to
be sure. Tell me what you know about
them.”

Only experienced officers know how often
false tips based on wild rumors are turned
in even by honest citizens—especially is
this true during the excitement of the
chase. This was a bit of information that,
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tomers in the shop and his wallet at that moment
contained most, of his savings, which he had drawn
an hour before to pay for furniture he had bought.
He saw the stranger's ugly lips move, but he was
deaf and couldn’t hear what the man said.

“You'll have to speak a little louder,” he said
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curt order, and the hand whipped out of the pocket,
holding a snub-nosed, steel-blue automatic’ pistol. :

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the detectives as he strode out. Daly clenched his fists as
he stared after him.

' “There he goes to commit more crimes!” he ejaculated.
“And we're powerless to prevent it because everyone’s afraid
to identify him.” '

Meanwhile, the Killer had run lightly down the gray stone
steps of Police Headquarters. He strode to the corner and
turned inta a side street where a Hudson sedan was parked.
Opening the door, he slid under the driving wheel, said
“hello” to the diminutive, red-haired girl who sat waiting in
the car, and started the engine. The girl snuggled against
his shoulder as he headed the machine uptown.

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Ignoring the remark, he squinted his eyes on the street
ahead. A scar under his right eye stood out sharply, and
his: mouth and voice were hard:

“What have you been doing while I’ve been gone, Babe?”

She looked at him through long lashes: ,

“What would I be doing except waiting for you to come
out?” she demanded. '

He glanced sidewise at her. Deliberately she made a face
at him. He didn’t smile as he said tonelessly:

“I couldn’t have heard anything about you going out with
Googoo Knox, could I?” :

“You're crazy!” she told him, but the rouge stood out
sharply as her face paled. -

They both lapsed into silence after that. He sent the ma-
chine to the curb before an apartment building in the West
Sixties. Leaning across her, he opened the door. With a
jerk of his head, he ordered:

“Get out!”

‘ She didn’t move. “I’m going to the meeting,” she announced
atly.

Cuniffe looked at her with eyes that showed he liked her
nerve, but he gripped her roughly by the arm and shoved her,
kicking and fighting, from the car. Then, banging the door
shut, he drove off. —

Leaving his sedan a block away he strolled to a speakeasy
on Third Avenue in the Bronx, nodded to the red-faced bar-
tender, and crossed the restaurant to a flight of stairs at the
rear. At a door on the second floor, he scratched softly with
his fingernails. Almost instantly it swung open and he en-
tered a small, smoke-filled room where five ha'rd-faced men

sat around a table. They rose and crowded around to shake

his hand, congratulating him upon his release.

He grinned: “The cops’ll never get you if you outsmart
’em,” he said, settling himself in the vacant chair at the head
of the table.

His henchmen resumed their places, leaning forward, their
eyes fixed confidently on him. His bushy brows contracted as
he swept them with a swift look. They were men he had
picked for their unusual reckless viciousness—all had police
records. There was Ice Wagon Crowley, his chief lieutenant ;
Jacko Moore, only second in toughness to the leader himself ‘
Tom Downey, the redheaded one who called himself Red
McKenna, after another notorious mobster,’ to confuse the
police; Googoo Knox, who had the reputation of being popu-
lar with women; and Ed Neary, a former policeman who had
been admitted to the New York force during the war when
men were badly needed to safeguard Manhattan, but who
had been promptly dismissed when his record was examined.
Neary had kept his uniforms, and it was because of that fact
that the wily Cuniffe had taken him into his gang.

At that time, the police authorities were not aware of the
existence of the Secret Six, as they were later to be known.
Cuniffe took pains that his men should not be seen together.
These young criminals who had thrown in their lot with him,
knew that his brains were superior to theirs, that his trigger
finger worked faster, and because of this they obeyed him.
Tilting his chair back, the blond leader now put his feet on
the table and announced:

“To. be successful today, you’ve got to specialize. And
we're goin’ to specialize on payrolls.”

Jacko Moore spoke up: “Ali right. When do we start mak-
ing the hauls?”

“Keep your face shut!” thundered Cuniffe, with a look
that made the others shift uneasily in their chairs. “We ain’t
goin’ into business in a big way until we know what we’re
doing down to the last detail. That’s the trouble with mugs
like you guys. You don’t work crime like a business.”’

With the last remark, he pushed back his chair and stood
up. His bowed legs spread, he glared down at the upturned
faces. Moore’s wore a surly expression.

“T’ve got a bunch of places lined up as possibilities, but
first we've got to case ’em and find out when the payrolls are
brought, what day of the week, what time of day, who brings
‘em, if there’s a guard, what bank they get ’em from, and
most important of all, if they always follow the same rou-
tine.”

The five men nodded solemnly. He continued:

“But there’s one job we don’t have to wait on. That's the
45th Street joint.” ° ;

The eyes and mouths of his mobsters popped wide. They
stared at him in disbelief. The place he had referred to was

a café frequented by ‘rich bootleggers and underworld char-
acters. In suggesting holding it up, the Killer was openly de-

fying a number of gangs whose chiefs used it as a rendezvous.
“Well?” he demanded.

(THERE was & moment’s silence broken by Ice Wagon
Crowley: ;

“You realize, of course, that we'll have half the mobs in
town on our necks?” ©

‘. Cuniffe’s mouth wore a hard grin: “Yeah,” he said, “I
now.

_For the next two hours he outlined his plan, rehearsing
his men until they knew their parts like actors in a show.
At last, he said:

“That’s enough for today. Be at the usual place at mid-

night and we'll go over it again.” Then he strode out.

As the door closed behind him, Googoo Knox got up and

went to a telephone booth at the end of the room. He had
given his number when he saw that Ice Wagon Crowley was
standing within earshot. Quickly, he dropped the receiver

back on the hook and came out of the cubbyhole. As he
joined Crowley, he said:

“My mother must be out. No answer.”
The other gangster’s scarred face wore a sneer: “Since when

is your mother living at the same place as the Killer's girl?”

Knox ignored the remark.
“Listen you!” Crowley warned him. “You're playing with

a death warrant.”

he snarled.

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“Go ahead and do it then,” advised Ice Wagon, walking off.

Not long after this, a Hudson sedan drove up late one
evening, before the café to which the Killer had referred.
As the machine approached the entrance, a uniformed police-
man happened to be strolling by. He spoke deferentially to
the tall, blond man with bowlegs who climbed hurriedly from
the car. The officer moved swiftly over and opened the café
door for the man and his four friends to enter. The door-
man looked on‘bewilderedly, wondering who these important
customers could be.

Inside, the five men didn’t take off their hats, but brushed
by the:confused hat-check girl. As they passed her, she
caught a glimpse of a gun muzzle, and screamed a warning.
The blond man in the lead turned on her savagely:

“Shut up if you want to see your family again!” he warned
her.

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HE cowered against the wall. Inside the restaurant men

and women in evening clothes were staring in disbelief at

the five guns trained on them. The Killer grinned; he knew
many of the men.

“Hand over your rocks and cash!” he ordered. “If any one
reaches for a gat, I’ll kill him.” .

His casual tone was more threatening than any shouting
would have been. Even while he spoke, his men were moving
swiftly among the customers, relieving them of their money :
and jewelry. One powerfully built man, with a huge dia-
mond ring on one hand, half-rose, his face purple with rage.

“You upstart! You don’t know—” i

He got no further. Cuniffe leveled his gun, saying:,

“One more. word and I’ll let some air into you!”

His tone showed plainly that he meant it. The man sank


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Fear and a desire to protect his savings were working in
combination in Kotowitz’s mind. The muzzle of the gun
was against his heart. Oh, why didn’t some one come into
the store! To gain time, he pleaded:

“Please, don’t take my money!”

The gunman’s eyes hardened as his fingers groped quickly
for the wallet. With a sudden rush of courage, the unarmed
old dealer gave his assailant a shove.

“Get out of here!” he roared.

‘PE bandit’s lips drew back over his teeth. Almost cas-

ually he pulled the automatic’s trigger. There was a red
flash of gun-fire, and Kotowitz fell backwards. The robber
glanced toward the street door, then stooped and jerked
the wallet from the dealer’s inside pocket. The job finished,
he strode coolly out of the store, sliding the gun back into
his pocket as he stepped onto the pavement. Straightening
his hat and tie, he walked to the corner.

Meanwhile, the mortally wounded man had managed to
grab a chair and pull himself to his feet. Stumbling and
falling against pieces, of furniture, he struggled toward the
entrance, seeking help. He reached the door, got it open,
then pitched headlong onto the sidewalk, dead.

Passers-by stopped in their tracks. A woman’s muffled
shriek came from the shop. Two men across the street started
on a ruh for the store. No one paid any attention to the
large-nosed individual at the corner, who joined the hurrying

people, asking:

“What’s wrong?”

He didn’t stay to find out, but melted into the background
and soon faded out of sight. It wasn’t until several days later
that any one remembered having seen him. The scream had
come from the murdered man’s wife. When the police
reathed the store, they found her kneeling beside her hus-
band’s body, wringing her hands. ;

Lieutenant Clarence Daly—short, energetic, and looking
more like a business man than a police officer—in charge of
the 47th Street Station, began questioning the people who
crowded about the entrance. No one had been seen enter-
ing or leaving the shop. While the Medical Examiner worked,
and experts went over the store for fingerprints and other
evidence, Lieutenant Daly and his assistant, Detective Pat-
rick Manny, gently questioned the widow.

The elderly woman had been in the storeroom behind the
shop when she heard angry voices. Peeking through a crack
in the door, she saw the killer shoot her husband. She had
evidently fainted, for the next thing she remembered was
entering the store to see the wounded man trying to reach
the entrance. She had called to him, tried to reach him, but
he didn’t hear her. Tears welled at last into her dry eyes.
Her weeping broke the tension.

“He never harmed a soul in his life,” she whispered softly.

Daly pressed her for a description of the murderer. A
sudden expression of fear swept. the grief from her face for
an instant, ;

“TI was too far away to see him clearly,” she said.

Daly abruptly turned and went into the storeroom, stood
where'she had seen the murderer and studied the spot where
she said the man‘had stood. When he returned to her, he
insisted: ,

“You must have seen something that would help us in
identifying your husband’s slayer.”

Under his continued prodding, she finally admitted that

- the man had been tall, and that his legs had seemed “queer.”

“By queer, do you mean bow-legged?” he asked.

“Maybe,” she replied hesitantly.

He and Manny exchanged grim glances. This tall young
man with the bowed legs was not unknown to them. They
re-questioned everyone who admitted having been in the street
at the time of the holdup, but no one would admit having
seen the bow-legged man. As they left the scene, Daly shook
his head.

“It’s the same old story. No one will ever identify any
of the toughs of the neighborhood as having been in the vicin-
ity of a crime. They’ve got people so afraid of them that
they can get away with anything—even murder,”

Manny stared thoughtfully into space. At last he said:

“The tall fellow with the prominent nose and bow-legs
sounds like Cuniffe all right. You guessed he’d pull a rob-
bery to get the $10,000 bail for that henchman of his whom
we arrested the other day. You didn’t figure on a murder.”

“It was in the picture,” Daly told him. “That mobster’s
getting bolder and tougher by the minute.”

James Cuniffe was just coming into notoriety in New
York’s underworld. He had spent most of his life in this
section of the city, and both Daly and Manny knew him
well. His criminal career had started in his teens when he
was sent to Elmira Reformatory for assault. Later, he had
served two short terms in Sing Sing for robbery. Always a
leader, he had dominated the toughest of neighborhood gangs
since his childhood. Now at the age of twenty-two, he had or-
ganized a gang which older and more seasoned mobs were

ginning to fear.

All that day and the next, the shrewd Detective Lieutenant

# Eighth Avenue and 58th Street in New York City, where
m Cuniffe, from the rear seat of his slow-moving sedan,
wantonly tried to mow down the police who trailed him

directed his sleuths in a search for evidence. They unearthed
nothing, but two weeks later they learned from underworld
informants that Cuniffe had acquired a new nickname since
the Kotowitz murder. ‘He now bore the title of “Killer”
Cuniffe.

Under this title, the young gang leader was to more than
fulfil Lieutenant Daly’s predictions concerning him. He was
to become the most feared and vicious criminal New York
has ever seen.

But to go back to the evening of November 20th, 1920.
On that day, Daly and Manny had located Cuniffe in a room.
ing-house on West 52nd Street near Ninth Avenue. They
shadowed the building, waited until after dark, then went
inside and knocked on the door of his room. ©

They were surprised when Cuniffe himself opened the
door. He looked at them with an expressionless face and
made no objection to accompanying them down to Headquar-
ters where he was charged with the murder of Leon Koto-
witz. The officers had unearthed two witnesses who remem-
bered seeing the tall, bow-legged man standing on the corner
just after the shooting. Now they were brought down to
identify Cuniffe. Daly and Manny watched their faces in-
tently as they studied the suspect. The officers saw that the
witnesses were frightened, and were not astonished when both
mumbled that although they had identified his picture, they
were now convinced they had been mistaken.

Mrs. Kotowitz eyed the mobster from a fear-filled face, and
also insisted: he wasn’t the killer. The officers felt certain
the witnesses were lying, but had no alternative but to re-
lease Cuniffe. He darted a look of sneering triumph at


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knew what to do, no matter what condition suddenly faced
him. Then the Chief issued another order:
“Ice Wagon, you and Bum and me’ll get the license plates

‘tonight. We'll drive out to the Bronx and cruise around

till we see a good chance to grab them. Then we'll be all
set for the job.”

At noon on April 5th, 1924, Miss Mary Umhauer, assistant
cashier of the First National Bank of Belmore, Long Island,
sat in the teller’s cage, idly gazing through the plateglass
window at ‘the front of the bank to the stretch of sunlit
sidewalk beyond. There were no customers at the moment,
and most of the employees had gone to lunch. Beside her-
self, only Rudolph Kowalke, the bookkeeper, remained in
the building, and he was eating his lunch in a rear room.
As John Bedell, the president, had left a moment before, he
had reminded her:

“This is Whitman’s day to call on me. If he arrives while
I’m out, ask him to wait.”

She had nodded, smilingly, for Ernest Whitman’s weekly
visits were welcomed by everyone. He was a popular bond
salesman who transacted a sizable amount of business with
the bank. On his previous trip he had shown Miss Umhauer
a snapshot of his wife and two small children, saying proudly:

“They certainly make life worth living.” :

As a car drew up to the curb outside, she wondered if

that were Whitman, now, but the two men who presently

entered were strangers to her. One walked to the rear of
the large room, while his companion headed for her window
and thrust a ten-dollar bill at her:

“T’d like change for this, please.” —

His voice was strangely penetrating in the quiet room.
She took the money. Glancing at his face, she noticed the
‘scar that stood out whitely on one cheek. The eyes beneath
the turned-down hat brim watched her narrowly. She felt
an instinctive fear and, with superb presence of mind, took

_a@ step backward as she pretended to examine the ten-dollar

bill. Directly behind her was the floor burglar alarm. Out of
the corner of her eye, she saw that the: second man was
heading for the iron fencing in front of the vault.

Putting one foot behind her, she tried to locate the alarm.
At the same time she fought to control her fright and keep
her voice steady as she asked:

“Would you like some of it in change?”

The man’s voice was cold and menacing. “Don’t take that
step, lady. I got a gun trained on you. Don’t move or I'll
blow yer head off.”

She slowly raised her eyes, staring in frozen silence at the
snub-nosed automatic leveled at her. With a faint scream the
money. dropped from her nerveless hands. The second bandit,
she saw, was going up over the eight-foot steel grill at the
rear with the agility of a monkey. Dropping down on the
other side, he walked past the’ vault and disappeared into
the room where Kowalke was lunching. Still covering her,

the man at the teller’s cage swung sideways, issuing curt °

orders to three more bandits who came swiftly through the
entrance with leveled guns.

The young woman stared, wild-eyed, not daring to move.
One man took up a position before the bank’s front window,
fixed his eyes on the street and entrance, the other two ran
around’’back of the cages. The Jeader’s tone was a harsh
staccato as he said:-

“Get her out of the way!”

One gangster grabbed her roughly, and shoved her into
a chair, away from the alarm; then he covered. her with his

un.
“ Miss Umhauer sat paralyzed with fear. It wasn’t merely
the guns that frightened her but the shock of seeing the
killer-look in the bandits’ intent faces. At a noise from the
rear, she turned slightly and saw the bookkeeper being
pushed toward her at the point of a gun. His frightened
eyes showed relief when he saw she was unharmed. He was
marched up beside her and shoved into another chair close by.

M FANWHILE, the other two robbers were systematically
picking up every bag and pile of currency they could
find, pulling open drawers, reaching into cubby-holes. She
tried to send Rudolph a reassuring smile, but it froze on her
pale lips. The gangster moved the gun-muzzle threateningly
at the seated pair.

At every moment she expected the thugs to demand the
safe combination. The vault contained a large amount of
money and negotiable bonds. “I won’t give it to them,” she
decided. “They can’t make me!” Her mouth set itself in a
firm line, but her knees shook so that the tightly clasped
hands in her lap moved noticeably. The bandits swiftly

scooped up all the money in less time than it takes to tell .

about it.

“Stick those two in the cellar!” the leader shouted.

Miss Umhauer was hauled roughly to her feet, and given
such a shove that she almost fell. The bookkeeper was
pushed after her. Stumblingly, they: went toward the base-
ment door. One of the gang marched them down the pitch-
dark stairs; she could feel the gun-muzzle pressing into her
back. She wondered if he were taking them down into the
blackness to shoot them. But half-way down, the bandit
whirled and ran back up the steps, banging and locking the
door. She and Rudolph stood alone in the  drontany clutch-
ing one another. At that moment, they heard a shot and
the crashing of glass. She remained perfectly still.

“Come on,” urged Rudolph, grasping her arm, “we’ve got
to try to find a way out of here.” :

The two employees crept as swiftly as they could through
the unfamiliar blackness. The girl whispered:

“Do you think they killed some one?”

Ignoring the question, the bookkeeper guided her across
the basement toward a.door which he thought opened into
an alley. They stopped in their tracks as four more shots
rang out overhead. Clutching him, Miss Umhauer ‘whispered:

“It’s Mr. Whitman’s hour for calling.”

She was right. The first shot and crashing of glass had
come from a signal fired by the robber on guard at the win-
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It was now past midnight and the mob-
sters had been inside for more than a
half-hour. The minutes dragged by with
painful slowness. Sheehan’s husky body
was poised for instant action, his right
hand held his service revolver in a tight
grip. Once he took off his hat to mop
his brow, but his alert eyes never left the
entrance; his ears listened acutely for the
least sound. What if the gangsters had
found another way out of the building
which he had not discovered!

At 12:30 he sent a swift glance at his
comrades. He saw that they, too, had
heard the rapid footsteps approaching from
within the building. The officers stood
motionless, their guns trained on the spot
where the men must emerge into the
street. : A

The footsteps became louder. As four
dark figures appeared, the officers sprang
into a semi-circle about the entrance. With
drawn guns, they forced the men back into
the hallway, °

“Stick ’em up!” Sheehan ordered.

A® the mobsters raised their heads, he
recognized Cuniffe. The desperate
killer’s eyes moved uneasily. For perhaps
five seconds he and the detective faced
each other, then the criminal’s right hand
shot into his coat pocket.

The sleuth had been expecting the
move, and leaped beside the gangster. Still
covering him with his gun, Sheehan
reached out his left hand to grasp the
Killer’s right in the pocket. The latter
was desperately jerking at his gun, but
the trigger had caught in the lining of
his coat-pocket. With a foul oath he
fought off the detective. Sheehan heard
the cloth tear as the mob leader jerked
his weapon.

As agreed upon, the other detectives
paid no heed. Their eyes and guns were
fixed on the three other men. Sheehan’s
left fingers closed over Cuniffe’s on the
gun-handle, held on grimly. The silent
struggle between the two seemed to go on
for minutes. Then all at once the officer
heard a dull thud and felt the Killer’s
hold relax.

He gave a quick look upward, saw that
Foley had brought his gun-butt down on
the mob chief’s head. As the gangster
sank slowly onto the floor, Sheehan
snapped handcuffs on him. The three
other captives stared in disbelief. They
had not dreamed Cuniffe would really be
taken.

Foley and Leef marched the men around
to the station house, sending a taxi to pick
up Sheehan and the Killer, who was still
unconscious. When they finally got him
to Headquarters, it was discovered that
he was the only one of the four who
carried a gun. The others were kept for
a few days while the police sought wit-
nesses who would identify them in some
of the Cuniffe gang crimes. But, at the
end of three days, the authorities were
forced to release them for lack of any
evidence on which to detain them.

Lyons and other . officials questioned

Cuniffe who, of course, denied. all the ,

crimes attributed to him. Dozens of wit-
nesses viewed him and shook their heads.
No, he was not the man they had seen.
The New York police felt hopeful, how-
ever, that the Philadelphia witnesses
would substantiate their earlier identifica-
tion in the robbery and killing with which
he was charged in that city, but they were
doomed to disappointment. Although the
Philadelphia authorities brought over a
woman who had been positive in her iden-
tification of the Killer, she paled when she
gazed at his cruel face and said he wasn’t
the man she had seen.

The officers felt convinced she was not
telling the truth, but they could not hold

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the gangster on a murder count. ‘The only
sentence they could hand to the most
vicious killer New York has ever known
was on the gun-toting charge. They sent
him to Blackwell’s Island for an indeter-
minate sentence. When, on August 13th,
1924, he had been locked up, the police
congratulated themselves that he was out
of the way for a time, at least, and be-
lieved that the mob’ would gradually dis-
integrate without his leadership.

They were partially right, for no jobs
bearing the Cuniffe stamp were committed
while he was in custody. Ice Wagon was
tough, and as wily as the chief in staying
out of the law’s clutches, but he lacked
generalship. He went off on his own, pull-
Ing several petty crimes. One evening not
long after the chief's incarceration, his first

Ambrose Ross, whose connection with
the “Secret Six” brought him death in
the electric chair

lieutenant strolled up Tenth Avenue in
Manhattan, sending darting glances down
each side street he crossed.

At 52nd Street, he saw a taxi parked
near the corner, waiting for customers.
Turning down the street, he strolled up to
it. The driver, thinking he was a pros-
pective customer, leaned over and pulled
open the door for him to get inside. But
Ice Wagon didn’t climb in. He came up
beside the astonished chauffeur, put one
foot on the running board and thrust his
face close to the man’s, saying:

“The rod in my pocket’s trained on ya.
Don’t move or make a sound! Hand
over the cash!”

The jaw of the stunned driver fell open.
His eyes, traveling downward, saw the gun
protruding from the man’s right pocket.
Without a protest, he fished into his
pockets, brought out what small amount
of money he had. It wasn’t much of a
haul and Ice Wagon’s expression was not
pleasant as he took it. While he stuffed it
into his pocket with a curse, the taximan
sent a quick look over his head. Then,
without warning, he suddenly shrieked:

“Robbers!”

Patrolman Thomas was only a few feet
away at the corner. He came on the run.
The bandit whirled, eyed the policeman
coldly and said:

“This taxi-driver has overcharged me.
He’s calling me a robber because I refuse
to_pay his exorbitant price.”

Bolstered by the presence of Patrolman

Thomas, the driver shouted:
“That’s a lie! Search him! He’s just
taken all my money.”

Pedestrians, hearing the commotion,
stopped to glance down the deserted side
sbreet at the quarreling men. ‘The officer
did not recognize Ice Wagon Crowley.
He now put his hand on the mobster’s
shoulder, saying sternly:

“We'll settle this at Headquarters.
You’re under arrest. Get in the cab!”

The officer didn’t notice the man’s right
hand slip into his pocket. The gangster’s
fingers groped for the trigger of his gun.
Thomas gave him a shove. Ice Wagon
shook himself loose, wheeled to face the
patrolman. Too late, the taximan yelled:

“Look out! He’s got a gun!”

The mobster fired pointblank., Although
hit, Thomas desperately yanked at his own
revolver. A second bullet struck him be-
fore he could free his weapon, and he
sank to the sidewalk. Hearing the shots,
pedestrians became panicky; men shouted,
women shrieked. A few of the braver
ones approached Thomas’ prone body.
The officer was dead.

The murderer menaced the crowd with
his gun as‘ he backed down 52nd Street
toward Ninth Avenue. Suddenly, he
turned about and ran for the corner. No
one made any attempt to stop him. Leap-
ing into a second taxi, he ordered the driv-
er to take him uptown. He held his gun
against the back of the chauffeur’s head
to insure obedience to instructions.

By the time the police were summoned
and took up the chase, the gangster was
far away from the scene of the crime. As
the cab reached the Bronx, he jumped out
and disappeared down a side street. Wit-
nesses identified his photograph and a
dragnet was set to catch him. But Ice
Wagon Crowley had completely dis-
appeared.

EANWHILE, over on Blackwell’s

Island, just across the river from
Manhattan, Cuniffe and Bum Rogers, be-
having like model prisoners, were assigned
to hospital duty which gave them more
liberty than the other convicts. With his
native cunning, the Killer dominated the
men working with him, including the
trusties. It was only a matter of weeks
before he managed to send word to Ice
Wagon to round up the gang and follow
instructions, for the wily bandit leader
had concocted a plan of escape.

On the night of January 19th, stillness
prevailed throughout the hospital building.
There were no very sick patients in the
ward and, as both Cuniffe and Bum had
proved themselves trustworthy in looking
after the sick men, the orderlies and nurses
on duty were dozing at their stations be-
side the doors at either end of the long
room. No one noticed that Bum’s eyes
rarely left the figure of the other prisoner,

It was toward one o’clock in the morn-
ing that Cuniffe glanced meaningly across
a cot to give Bum and a second prisqner
on duty the signal. The henchman
straightened, walked to the locker door at
one end and whispered to the guard that
he wished to get some supplies from the
adjoining supply-room. The sleepy guard
got up and unlocked the door. Before he
realized what had happened the three
prisoners had slipped past him and through
the door. He stared after them not know-
ing what to do. They were out of sight
before he turned to give the alarm. Even
then, the hospital attendants believed the
three men would return and didn’t fully
take in the significance of what had hap-
pened.

The three convicts gained the side door
leading down to the river. They came up
so silently toward the guard on duty there
that he didn’t see them until they were on
him. With one leap, Cuniffe had him
down and had tied a gag over his mouth,
while the other two quickly trussed him

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crime. Detectives examined it for finger-
prints and clues but found none. The
bandits had made a clean getaway. How-
ever, Ross was picked up before long, and
positively identified as one of the men.
He was tried for murder, convicted ‘and
sent to the electric chair.

After Ross had been captured, the
Killer, fearing his new member might
talk, had moved over to Philadelphia to
be out of the way. He hadn’t been in
that city long before he was wanted for a
murder and robbery there, and once more
descended upon New York, where he went
into hiding. ¥

Ed Purtell had meanwhile been con-
victed of the Fitzer. shooting and given
twenty years to life. He was granted a
new trial, however, and again convicted.
He was let out on bail while the case was
being appealed and was never again tried.

Captain Lyons had discovered that
Bum Rogers was now a member of the
mob and made a shrewd prediction:

“We'll get him sooner or later, for he
has neither the speed of movement nor
the craftiness of Cuniffe.”

This was exactly what happened. Bum
was arrested not long afterward, and sent
over to Blackwell’s Island for having a
gun in his possession.

At this period, Cuniffe decided to go
into a new line of business. It was at the
time of nation-wide strikes, and he set up
an office in a building on 33rd Street,
where he hired out strike-breakers to big
companies for fabulous sums of money.

“IT’S better’n bootlegging,” he explained
to his men. “Bigger prices and not so
much overhead.”

His men were the toughest that could
be hired. He rarely visited, the agency
himself, and then only after dark when
the building and streets in that section
were deserted. Of course, the New York
police were constantly searching for him;
never for a moment did they relax their
vigorous hunt. .

It was on the night of June 4th, just
two months after the bank holdup, that
Detective Edward Sheehan of the West
30th Street Station spied four men enter-
ing a building on 33rd Street, between
Sixth and Seventh Avenues. He was too
far away to see their faces, but even in the
dark street he recognized the bowed legs
of the man in the lead. He had known
Cuniffe throughout his boyhood, and had
often been present when the youth was
arrested and questioned. He now turned
to Detective Foley, who was with him, and

said:

“Get to the nearest phone and call Leef.
We're going to need help—that’s the
Cuniffe’ mob.”

He kept his eyes narrowed on. the build-
ing entrance while Foley ran off to put in
the call. When he rejoined his partner,
he announced:

“Leef’ll be right over. Are they still in-
side?” ;

The other nodded. While they waited
for the third officer, they studied the
building and its position on the block.
They walked toward the doorway as si-
lently as possible. Sheehan went inside to
reconnoiter and make sure there was no
back entrance the gangsters could use.
Satisfied that there was no other means
cf exit, he went back to Foley and whis-
pered his plan. Leef presently joined them,
and Sheehan explained the situation.

“We'll bottle them up in the entrance.
You two take the three henchmen. I'll
concentrate on Cuniffe. This time we’re
going to capture him,” he concluded,

Tis two associates nodded assent and
moved into positions on either side of the
doorway, flattening themselves against the
building.

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flaunted her name, the young wife de-
plored notoriety. No statements from her
were published for shé shunned interviews,
which fact was not only due to personal
distaste but to an official mandate.
Failure of Adolph Stopper and Charles
Walton to identify Lawrence McCarty as
the mysterious assassin, brought to an end
Round No. 1 in this tilt between the law
and lawless. Unquestionably, the side of
lawlessness had thus far been favored, but
official developments forecast a turning
of the tide. We had seen numerous crimes
cent to solution on much less evi-
ence.

HYSICALLY and mentally fatigued

from incessant cross-questioning, Mc-
Carty was allowed to rest. Meanwhile,
our attempts went on to link him more
definitely with murder. We interrogated
the man who had been with McCarty at
the time of the arrest—Homer Jester, a
truck driver, under probation on an auto-
mobile stealing charge. On the subject of
murder, Jester had little to say, but when
“hot car” racketeers were mentioned he
confided helpful information. He was sub-
sequently released.

Upon being informed that McCarty fre-
quented an underworld resort near Berrien
Springs, Michigan, we asked authorities
there to find out about his associates.
Three South Bend women, whom the sus-
pect had been known to visit, also were
interviewed. Thus, from scraps of knowl-
edge gathered here and there, it appeared
evident that McCarty originally hailed
from Anderson, Indiana, that he was once
known under the name of Hughes, and
that his most recent crony had been an
ex-convict, George “Toughy” Kominecz,
twenty-four, well-known member of the
underworld fraternity in and around South
Bend and Chicago.

No sooner had a search been launched
for Kominecz than we ran into another
peculiar incident—an ugly puzzle to which
McCarty was, as usual, linked by sinister
sets of circumstances. Toughy Kominecz
had vanished. He had left no word with
relatives, friends, associates, nor had he
packed for ‘an extended trip. Intimate
friends believed him a victim of foul play.

Before Toughy dropped from sight, a
month or so previously, Lawrence Mc-
Carty had been his inseparable companion.

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thing valuable he possessed? Could mur-
der have climaxed a quarrel between
them?

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ments were conducted in our South Bend
offices by Expert Borkenstein, assisted by
State Detective Meredith Stewart. Be-
sides McCarty, eight persons, including
two women, had been rounded up for
questioning in connection with shady au-
tomobile transactions. One member of
this group had been brought from Niles,
Michigan, by Sheriff Hosinski and Deputy
Lackey.

Desperately hoping to shed light on at
least one phase of the evidence, we put
McCarty under preliminary quizzing. To
some questions he made no answer, others
brought cagey replies. After insisting that
Toughy. Kominecz had gone to an un-
revealed destination in Texas, he made
no further comment on the matter. Not
until the procedure had concluded and
charts of all eleven participants were ex-
amined, did Expert Borkenstein make
known his findings. He announced that
tests given Lawrence McCarty had failed,
no registrations of value having been re-
corded.

The fact that he remained fatigued
from previous grillings, had hindered fa-
vorable respiratory reactions to the lie
detector.

Tests given Mrs. Hawkins as she de-

scribed a reign of fear to which McCarty
had subjected her, turned out exception-
ally well. Mxpert Borkenstein declared
that he had never seen a chart so clear,
so free of wavy lines denoting falsehoods,
as that belonging to our star witness.

Try as we might to definitely implicate
McCarty with one or all of the three mys-
teries—the Melba Moore shooting, the
Reuben Feferman slaying, and the George
Kominecz . disappearance—only such cir-
cumstantial evidence as has been described
could be produced.

During the next few days, many persons
who had innocently figured in automobile
deals with McCarty or his underlings,
vouchsafed information. We decided to
delve more extensively into this angle,
hoping that new murder clues might de-
velop from the mass of evidence gathered.

gr oc! of officers participated in the
probe, but those who played outstanding
roles were Troopers Dixon and Woodward,
Officers Lucius La Fortune and William
McMahon of the stolen car detail, South
Bend Police Department. Sheriff Hosin-
ski placed me in supervision of this work.

As the trail led to other towns in In-
diana and Illinois, scores of witnesses fell
into police dragnets and stolen automobiles

. were tecovered in wholesale lots.

Since no substantial proof against this
enigmatic personality, Lawrence McCarty,
can be uncovered in the Melba Moore
murder, since every conceivable means has
failed to break the provoking self-assur-
ance that characterizes him, the tragic
slaying on Bittersweet Road remains un-
solved.

HE automobile ring has been smashed.

Yet much work remains before our
criminal roundup is completed. Of six men
who have thus far been definitely charged
with vehicle taking, all have confessed.
McCarty pleaded guilty in St. Joseph
County courts and was sentenced to serve
one to ten years in the Indiana State
Prison at Michigan City. Since this convic-
tion in itself constitutes a parole violation,
it is expected that he will be returned to
San Quentin at the completion of his
Indiana term.

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cerned, three fictitious names have been used
in the foregoing story, namely George Allen,
Frances Allen, and Homer Jester.

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coupé drive up and park just ahead of the
bandit-car. Hearing the shot, the bond
salesman had leaped from his automobile.
People up and down the street were peer-
ing cautiously from behind doors and
windows, afraid to venture into the open.

Unarmed though he was, Whitman
didn’t hesitate but made straight for the
bank where his friends were in trouble.
In the entrance, five men trained guns
on him, and a voice ordered:

“Kill him!”

Four bullets struck the defenseless man.
With almost no sound he fell headlong
onto the marble floor, dead.

The murderers ran on into the street.
The sixth bandit, who had remained in
the car, backed the sedan to meet them,
and they piled inside. As the machine
leaped away from the curb, two men
darted from the garage up the street and
tried to take the license number. Glass
crashed as the robbers poked a gun
through the rear window and fired. The
two men dodged indoors as bullets rained
— their heads. Luckilv. thev weren’t

it.

(Continued from page 61)

Unmolested, the car tore on, and dis-
appeared around a corner.

Back in the bank cellar, the two em-
ployees found themselves trapped. The
doors were both locked, and they prowled
desperately around in the dark, hoping to
find an exit. It wasn’t until after the po-
lice had reached the scene that they. were
discovered and liberated.

A quick examination by Dr. M. N.
Skau showed that Whitman had met al-
most instant death, his body having been
riddled by four shots.

While detectives searched the bank for
fingerprints and ,other possible clues, a
gigantic manhunt got underway. The
license plate of the escaping Buick had
been noticed by a toy salesman in the cigar
shop across from the bank, and he had
called out the numbers while the pro-
priector of the store took them down.
These were telephoned and wired to all
parts of Long Island, and state troopers
and other officers quickly formed groups
which went in chase of the murdering men.

News of the cold-blooded murder and
robbery spread like wild-fire, and hysteri-

cal citizens kept the police wires hot with
messages that the bandits had been seen
here, there or the other place.

All railroad stations were watched in
case the fugitives tried to board a train
for New York, and the maze of roads on
Long Island were dotted with detectives
trying to capture the mobsters. The li-
cense plates were found to have been
issued to a Ford truck in the Bronx, and
had been ripped off the truck and stolen
two nights previous to the hold-up.

When she had recovered sufficiently
from the shock, Miss Umhauer described
the holdup in detail, as did Rudolph
Kowalke, but their descriptions of the
men were too vague to be of any value.
However, they both picked Ambrose Ross’
photograph from the rogue’s gallery as one
of the bandits. His connection with
_Cuniffe’s mob was unknown to the police
at that time and, as the robbery did not
resemble the Killer’s usual payroll hold-
ups, he was not under serious suspicion
until a much later date.

At five o’clock that afternoon, the Buick
was found abandoned near the scene of the

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Dear Mr. Espy,

I have just finished going through everything on local history that I have
here in the house and have gathered the following information that may be
of some interest to you.

Here in New Jersey, the old law provided that a murderer should be executed
in the county in which the crime was committed. Warren County was created
in 1825, and from then on through the 1800's there were quite a number of
trials for murder, but most of them resulted in imprisonment. There seems
to have been only five men executed by hanging in Belvidere, before the
State took full charge of executions shortly before the turn of the century.

The five were:

Peter W. Parke and Joseph Carter, Jr. = hung in 1845 for the murders
of the Castner family in Changewater, NeJ. in 1843.

Reverend Jacob S. Harden — hung in 1860 for poisoning his wife in 1859.
Michael Bolack, for a murder in Oxford, Ned. in 1889.

Ps col ay Andrews, a negro, for the murder of his wife in Washington, NJ.
in 1895.

I already have quite a bit of information on the Parke and Carter hangings.
Every so often, one of our newspapers runs the whole story over again and
I am sending you a copy which was done a few years ago. There is no hurry,
but I would appreciate having it returned when you are finished.

My great aunt is 95.years old and was born in Changewater in 1881. Her
grandmother (my great, great. grandmother) was a Castner and a cousin to
the murdered man.

The graves of the murderers are still there and you can still see the mound
by the bridge. The house is still there, also, but is quite different now.
The large frame sechion in front had not yet been built in 1843. The stone
house was the main section with a smaller, two-story frame section at the
rear. This frame section is still in existence, but stands down the lane
and is an entirely separate house. This is the part where the murders took
place and the people living there now say you can still see bioéd on the
floor. I realize you are not interested in all these little details, but

I do get carried away.

I also have quite a bit on the Rev. Harden story. I have another article
printed in the paper in 1963, which tells it all and I will try to make

a copy of it and send it along to you. There was a booklet published in
1860, after the hanging, titled "Life, Confession and Letters of Courtship
of Jacob S. Harden’ I have one of these, framed and hanging on my living
room wall. It was done with the approval of his father, so I consider

it to be quite accurate.

The old newspaper account states he was buried outside the wall of the
Blairstown Methodist Church cemetery, but the book states his body was taken
home by his family and buried on the family farm in sight of the house so
they could keep an eye on the grave. Some elderly friends in Blairstown
said their grandparents told them that back then people wanted to dig up the

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January 18, 1977

Enclosed are the copies of the newspaper articles I told you about and I
am very sorry, but they are just terrible. The new copy machine in the
Court House was out of order and I had to use the old one. The Castner
murder one is the worst, but since you already have the article, it is no
great loss. The copies of the Harden and Andrews stories can be read
with a magnifying glass, so I hope you will be able to make them out.
They are rather long to type up, but if necessary, I can do so.

I believe the article I sent you on the Castner murders tells you every-
thing you need, so I won't go into that further. I went to the Court
House yesterday and looked up the rest of them in the old newspapers on
file, so everything I found follows.

Jacob Harden: The article enclosed pretty much tells the whole story,

if you can make it out, but I jotted down the following that might be of
interest to yous. The Warren Journal devoted 24 pages to the trial, which
lasted 14 days. They listed all the testimony, letters of courtship,
letters to his family and the summations. He was sentenced to hang on
June 28, 1860. The June 10 issue states that Harden's counsel made app-
lication for a writ of error to take the case before the Court of Errors
and Appeals. They listed eight objections, but the Chancellors denied
the application. The June 22 issue states the Court of Pardons in Trenton
was to decide upon the application for a commutation of sentence to life
imprisonment. Petitions in favor of commutation were presented carrying
1200 signatures gathered in the county. The Court of Pardons refused to
commute the sentence. Harden then confessed to poisoning his wife with
arsenic on apples, a little at a time. During the trial there was much
testimony to try to prove she had committed suicide by taking the poison,
because she refused to have a doctor while she was ill. He was then
sentenced to hang on July 6, 1860 and he asked the choir of the First
Presbyterian Church of Belvidere to sing hymns in the hall to the jail on
the preceding Sunday.

Michael Bolak: The Warren Journal from October, 1888 to July, 1889. His
real name was Michael Bolak, but he was known around Oxford as Michael
Jemmae He was 30 years old, well built, medium size, dark complexioned,
intelligent and had a wife and three week old daughter. He murdered his
friend, Michael Bollenscher (another: spelling, Bollingshire) on Sept. 28,
1888. Bollenscher was 5 ft. 3 in. tall and 22 years old. They were boys
together and came to Oxford a few years before, from the same village in
Hungary. They worked together at a mill in Oxford and were seen walking
home from work the night before the murder. The next morning, the body
of Bollenscher was found along the tracks of the Delaware, Lackawanna and
Western Railroad, 3/4 of a mile from the Oxford Tunnel. There were four
bullets (32 calibre) in the body and wounds in the head from stones being
thrown at it. Bolak was arrested because he was the last person seen with
Bollenscher. He was later identified as having purchased a pistol of
English Bulldog pattern, which shot a 32 center=fire cartridge, at the
Oxford Iron Company store on July 27. The gun was later found in a garden
near his home. He was indicted and trial was set for February 5, then
postponed to April 25. He was sentenced to hang and he was, on July 16,
1889, and was buried in Washington, N.eJ. He claimed he was not guilty to
the very end. The paper states this was the first hanging in Belvidere
in 29 years (since Harden in 1860).

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George Andrews: Again, the enclosed article tells the whole story. It
was taken from the Belvidere Apollo, June 14, 1895 issue. It states that
his confession was released to the newSpaper after he was hung, but the
letter was actually written to his counsel. He apologized for not being
truthful with him and confessed he killed her because he was drunk and
thought she had another man. Several photos were taken of Andrews before
and during the execution, although none appeared in the paper. The article
paves that Andrews was the 5th. man and the last man to be hung in Warren
ounty.

There was another little interesting tid-bit tacked on the end of that
story in the 1895 paper concerning the hangman. His name was Van Hise
and he was called the official hangman. I don't know if that means he
worked for the state or was in business for himself. I know he hung
Bolak and Andrews, but I doubt if he did Harden, since it was 29 years
before. But, at any rate, it said that Andrews was the 42nde man to be
hung by Van Hise, and the gallows and all the apparatus belonged to him.
That's really a weird way to make a living. I wonder if he had business
cards that read, “Have Noose — Will Travel"?

Our local paper, today, runs a "100 Years Ago" column with information
taken from the old newspapers in the Court House. A few years ago I read
that a lady in Belvidere had died and her claim to fame was that she was
the seamstress that made the black hoods to cover the heads of men to be
hunge Well, I suppose somebody had to do it and anything for a buck, as
they say.

Following are a couple of articles I happened to spot as I was working
my way through the newspapers yesterday. They might help you in your
research in other places.

From Warren Journal — April 6, 1860 issue. George Acker murdered Isaac H.
Gordon at Montville on Oct. 18, 1859. He was hung last Thursday at the
Morris County Court House at Morristown, NJ.

From Warren Journal - Dec. 21, 1888 issue. John Meyers Doremus was hung
Wednesday morning in the corridor of the Bergen County Jail at Hackensack
for the murder of his son, John Bogert Doremus on June 16, 1888. Doremus
waS 52'years old, hads a wife, Hester, and 13 year old daughter, Fanny.
It states the wife and daughter came from Elkhart, Indiana to visit him
before he died.

That*’s all I have to send you and I hope some of it will be helpful to you.
I have asked around, but can find no one who remembers anyone from Warren
County being electrocuted by the State, so I wish you luck with your letter
to the State Prison. Hope to hear from you soon.

fatty a

ai fr Mog
ReDe#1l Box #231
Belvidere, Ned. 07823

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bodies of murderers and burn them. So, to prevent this, Rév. Harden's
parents had a four horse team pull in enough large stones to cover the grave.
I have walked all over this farm and can find no sign of the grave, except
in a field across from the front door of the house there is a big circle of
big stones or boulders. There doesn't seem to be any reason for them being
there, and if they ever covered the grave, they have been rolled back some-
howe It just looks very strange. But no one really knows where the grave
is and I guess it doesn't really matter. Again, I've rattled off into
useless details.

I also have an article on the George Andrews hanging and will try to make
a copy to send youe I will also check the old newspapers in the Court
House basement to try to get more information on Andrews and Michael Bolack.

The Belvider Apollo:was the first newspaper in Belvidere, started in 1825.
The first twenty+five years are missing, but from 1850 on they are there,
along with other newspapers that have come and gone through the years. I,

at first, thought I would work my way through these papers to get information
on hangings, but that would take weeks. .The court records are also there,
but that also would be a long, long job. I called the Prosecutor's office
and they don't know a thing about hangings or anyone from Warren County
being electrocuted by the state. I was hoping there was one, separate

record for executions, but that would have been too easy.

At any rate, the Prosecutor's office suggested you write to the following
address and ask them for the information you need.

New Jersey State Prison
Superintendent Alan Hoffman
3rd. Street. Trenton, NeJ. 08606

That's all I have to send you right now, but I will try to get to the Court
House one day next week to check the old newspapers and to .make copies of
the articles I have on Harden and Andrews. I hope some of this will be
helpful to you and I will be quite anxious to see your book when ready.

Sincerely,
f hee in

ReDe#1 Box #231
Belvidere, NeJ.e 07823

guy named John Wheeler.”

“Where does Wheeler cab out of?” Captain Hamilton
asked eagerly.

“The depot here,” the caller replied.

“Who is this speaking?” Hamilton queried.

There was a light click. The line was dead. The mys-
terious tipster, fact, or phony, had gone.

Hamilton issued curt orders.

“Get over to the Bound Brook depot. Pick up the trail
of a cab driven by a man named John Wheeler. This tip
might be from a crackpot, but we can’t chance it.” As the
officers bounced to their feet and started for the door, Hamil-
ton added:

“Bring Coyle’s killer back here dead or alive!”

When six burly State Troopers piled out of the state police
car at the depot they found Wheeler sitting in his cab,
blandly unaware that he was the point of their interest.

E NEARLY FAINTED WHEN the officers told him he had
been driving the killer of Coyle around in his cab.

“Describe him ?”’ Wheeler asked in answer to a demand for
just that. “Well, there were two of them. They were both
young, fairly short, and heavy set. One was blond, and the
other guy had black hair and shifty black eyes.”

A thrill ran through every one of the troopers that heard
that description of the last man. Shifty black eyes. That
tallied identically with Trooper Gregovesir’s description of
the killer!

“What were they talking about ?” a trooper pressed.

The brutal killer and his pal after even bagged them. The slayer of

State Trooper Robert Coyle (right) paid the supreme penalty for
his godless act.

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“One of them says somethin’ about goin’ over to New
Brunswick. He said they had to get there right away.”

“Where did you dump them?” a trooper questioned.

“At the edge of town here,” Wheeler said. “That’s what
I can’t figure, see. They say they’re in a hurry to get to
New Brunswick, and they drop me at the edge of town.”

“Sure,” a trooper smirked grimly. “They’re not leaving
any single trails, that’s all.”

Immediate connections were made with the police at New
Brunswick, to watch all roads leading into that city from
Bound Brook, in the hopes of nabbing the two men.

Minutes ticked by and the hopes of the troopers, waiting
for word of the killer’s arrest in New Brunswick, rode high.
Then the minutes melted into hours. Finally night came, and
the New Brunswick police, who had stopped more than 300
cars, had to report that the killers had not come into their
city.

H” THEY SAID New Brunswick out loud, figuring the
cab driver might be checked by the vigilant police?
Was it a bum steer done with deliberate intent? Whatever
the purpose the fact remained that the killer and his com-
panion had once again eluded the dragnets set for him by
the police.

On the following day the Somerset County Board of
Freeholders offered a reward of $1,500 for the capture of
the killer. A Somerville councilman offered a: personal $500
reward for his capture. Public indignation was at fever-
pitch, and the hue and cry for an arrest reached a crescendo
tollowing revelations of the taxicab incident.

As a last resort Major Kimberling ordered that Gregove-
sir, the only man who had seen the killer face-to-face, go
through the State Police Rogue’s Gallery, picture by picture,
until he had exhausted every possible hope.

It was playing a 100,000 to one shot, but Kimberling knew,
now, that just such a shot would have to come up, if they
hoped to bag the elusive, black-eyed killer.

Countless tips poured into Pluckemin barracks and every
state police patrol station, and city and town police agencies
throughout the state. Some of them were well-intended.
The police, anxiously doing a thorough job, investigated
each and every “tip,” no matter how hare-brained it sounded.
They weren’t missing a bet.

Certain that the killer was a member of the underworld,
and that a healthy reward might unseal the lips of a “stool”
or some disgruntled member of the killer’s mob, Governor
George S. Silzer added an additional reward of $1,000 to
that already posted.

HIS HOPE FADED AS THE DAYS slipped by. There was no

letup in the intensity of the manhunt, but it was a heart-
breaking task . . . chasing will-o’-the-wisp leads that led
nowhere.

In a routine check police located a garage in Plainfield,
that housed a blue Buick coupe of the same year and model
as that used by the killer in his getaway.

“Tt’s been in here since the day that trooper was killed,”
the garage owner related. “The man that left it here, a short,
stocky, sandy-haired fellow said he’d be back.”

That sounded like the description of the killer’s pal. The
license plates on the blue Buick were checked and traced
to New York City. Detectives there were notified, and an
immediate hunt for the owner of the plates, and car, was
instituted to no avail. The car was dusted for fingerprints.
This, too, failed to produce anything resembling a solid
lead.

Then an hour after this disappointing news, a flash from
the New York City police revealed that the blue Buick had
been on their missing car lists since the day of the murder of
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he slipped into the seat next to Gregovesir, who took the
wheel.

“And maybe they’re lookin’ for trouble,” Gregovesir re-
plied, a little grimly, as he shot the car out of the quarry
parking place onto the highway.

It was perilous driving. The highways were a sheen of
snow-covered iciness. The troopers rolled along slowly,
their eyes alert for any sign of the two men the quarry
superintendent and paymaster had seen “looking the office
shack over.”

“Hey!” Coyle shouted. “A guy just ducked behind that
row of trees ahead. Pull over, Jack!”

Gregovesir turned the State Police patrol car over to
the shoulder of the highway and stopped. “Pull your gun,”
he warned Coyle as they alighted. “We're not takin’ chances.”

The man who had ducked behind the bushes knew he had
been spotted. He straightened up as the officers approached,
their service revolvers leveled at his mid-section.

He was a short, dark man with furtive black eyes, and
his hands twitched at his sides as the officers approached
him.

“Where’s your pal?” Coyle asked.

HE SUSPECT SHRUGGED. “He took a walk down the road,”
he said. ‘“Whatsa matter?”

“Get in the car—in the rear seat,” Coyle ordered, sliding
his revolver back into his holster.

The suspect hesitated momentarily.

“Get in!” Gregovesir barked.

The suspect got into the rear seat. Gregovesir slipped in
behind the wheel and Coyle got in next to him.

“How far down the road is your pal?” Coyle asked over
his shoulder as the police car started down the snow-swept
highway.

There was an electric moment of silence—an ominous
silence that caused Coyle to turn and face the suspect be-
hind them.

He looked straight into the barrel of a revolver !

“Stop this car and get out !” the suspect gritted.

“Drop that gun you—”

Trooper Coyle never finished that command. His right
hand, that went for his holstered gun, froze in its motion.
A small lead slug—sudden death—struck him right between
the eyes, and he pitched sideways against Gregovesir.

Gregovesir acted quickly. His mental agility saved his
life. He threw the wheel of the car
over hard to the left side of the road,
This threw the gun-crazy killer be-
hind him to the floor of the car.

Raging, curses pouring from his
lips, the killer clawed the tonneau
floor to regain his balance. The
trooper shot the car headlong down
the offside embankment. It bounced
hard, rolled over on its side, and
settled in the new fallen snow.

As the car rolled over Gregovesir
dived clear of the wreckage. Then
he feigned unconsciousness. He lay
sprawled in the snow, limp, but from
underneath his near-closed eyelids
he watched the killer crawl, dazed,
from the overturned police car and
walk up to where he lay.

Fo A LONG MOMENT the killer stood
there, his trigger-finger tense on
the gun with which he had killed
Trooper Coyle. His eyes blazed like
tiny fires and his lips were drawn
across bared teeth. He cursed and

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kicked Gregovesir and walked over to the police car. He
reached in and took Coyle’s gun off the floor, looked once
more at Gregovesir and walked off down the highway
swiftly.

Cautiously Gregovesir scrambled to his feet, crawled up
the embankment, and looked down the road. The killer was
running now and the trooper saw him dart down a side-
road, and disappear. Gregovesir was about to step out onto
the highway himself when a big red sedan shot out of the
sideroad. It sped south at daredevil speed.

“A red Buick sedan,” Gregovesir made a mental note. He
jotted down the license numerals in his notebook.

Gregovesir wasted no more time. He hastened back to
the quarry office.

“Get Bob to a hospital quick,” he shouted at the bewildered
superintendent, as he bounded up the stairs of the quarry
shack and seized the nearest telephone.

Within twenty minutes the spot where Coyle’s shooting
had occurred swarmed with uniformed State Police officers.
Gregovesir explained in minute detail just what had hap-
pened. He handed to Sergeant Henry Wooge, the descrip-
tion and license numbers of the red Buick sedan.

Darkness ended the hunt for further clues at the scene
of the shooting, and the spot where the trooper’s car had
overturned deliberately.

The Pluckemin patrol station, from which Coyle and
Gregovesir had been assigned to investigate the complaint
two strange men were “casing” the quarry office, became the
headquarters for the officers enlisted in the manhunt.

StaTE Trooper had been killed!

Every patrolman in the state of New Jersey worked
that night to spot that red Buick sedan. Every detective in
the state, and city police agencies dived into thé under-
world and tapped the “grapevine” with the hopes they might
come up with the names of the two men who had planned
to stick up the quarry paymaster.

A manhunt was on that wouldn’t stop until the man who
killed Coyle was behind bars!

Then came a flash. The police at Elizabeth had seen a
red Buick. Carloads of State Troopers and detectives raced
over icy highways to that city. Garages, sidestreets, every-
thing and every place a car might be hidden was checked to
no avail.

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trates how the suspect actually pulled
the trigger while the car was in motion.
Bottom, Trooper Gregovesir crouches
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murderer to leave.

oped. The killer in the red sedan
had vanished as if from the face
of the earth. The officers were
red-eyed from lack of sleep, and
their legs ached like ulcerated
teeth, but still they kept on, and
on—driving into the core of the
mystery, hoping for that ever-
present hope of a break tha!
would lead them on the killer’:
trail.

Early on the morning of the
third day, due to widespread in-
dignation at the brutal slaying ot
Trooper Coyle, Colonel Norman
H. Schwarzkopf, commander of
the State Police, and Major Mark
O. Kimberling, then second in
command, took personal charge
of the hunt for the ‘kill from be-
hind” slayer.

From that moment the hunt re-
doubled in effort. Underworld
haunts were raided all over the
state. Suspect after suspect was
ground into the inexorable net of
the police machinery and spewed
to freedom after his alibi had
been checked and re-checked.

| raion WITHIN the bounds
of human effort was being
done—and still not an inkling of
a clue as to the identity of the
black-eyed killer.

At ten o’clock on the third
morning after the killing a mys-
terious and anxious voice came
over the wire into the Pluckemin
patrol station. The man on the
desk heard a metallic voice say:

“T want to talk to Captain Ro-
bert G. Hamilton.”

“He’s very busy,” the deskman
said. “He’s busy on a ”

“T know, I know,” the voice in-
terrupted. “You tell him to get
on the wire if he wants informa-
tion. Real information!”

Captain Hamilton, when told of
the caller’s insistence, got on the

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“T’m calling from Bound
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New Jersey State Trooper Robert Coyle
was shot in cold blood—in the back. His partner

vowed that he would avenge the cruel slaying. It looked
hopeless, however, for a time. Then two of the shrewdest
sleuths in this country took over the manhunt. Chief of Police
Harry Walsh and Deputy Charles Wilson (opposite) shown with
Commissioner of Public Safery Daniel Casey, made the dra-
matic arrest. The officers likened their culprit to a river rat.

F THOSE GUYS GAVE this place the Double-O the way you
say they did maybe they were casing the place,” New
Jersey State Trooper Robert Coyle speculated.

He looked knowingly at his partner, State Trooper John
Gregovesir. Gregovesir turned to face the superintendent
of the Chimney Rock Stone Quarry, and the quarry pay-
master whose hands rested protectively on the black leather
satchel containing the $6,500 payroll.

“How long ago,” Gregovesir queried, “did those two men
go by here?”

The superintendent looked at the paymaster, then said,
“Oh, about a half-hour ago, I guess. They looked the
place over pretty thoroughly. That’s why we called the
Pluckemin Barracks.”

The State Troopers nodded and turned to look out the
sleet-lashed windows of the quarry office and down the
snow-swept highway

stickup men” had vanished.

It was cold outside, brutally cold, and a driving north-
west gale pirouetted the fallen snow into ranges of drifts
across the the broad highway. Those are the kind of storms
they have up in the Watchung Mountain country near Bound
Brook. Sleet that cuts into your face and a wind that’s
like cold driven steel.

Trooper Coyle buttoned his leather coat about his neck
protectively and rolled the fur collar about his ears. “C’mon,
Jack,” he said, “we'll see if we can pick up those guys.
They'll have a few questions to answer anyway.”

“Be careful,” the superintendent admonished fearfully.
“They might be dangerous men!”

Be: HOWL OF THE WIND as the troopers threw open the
shack door and plunged out into the storm drowned out
this warning. -

That warning was something beyond the prescient feel-
ing that the black wings of Death were beating over that
snow-swept valley on this day of December 18, 1924. It
was more than a prophecy.

It was real!

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The Story Thus Far:

henchmen, criticizes: the division of loot, whereupon Cuniffe,

night, the bandit chief, walking to his parked ‘car, hears
stealthy footsteps and turns just as Jacko viciously lunges
with a knife. . .

The Story Continues:
Part THREE

HE blade swished downward. With an incredibly quick,
cat-like leap, Cuniffe dodged. Unarmed, he narrowed
angry eyes on his troublesome henchman. As Jacko
came at him again, the bandit leader side-stepped, but
the knife grazed his shoulder. Through clenched teeth, he
snarled: “Get out of here, you half-wit!”’ =

Jacko ignored the command. Hunched over like a wrestler,
he feinted with the razor-sharp weapon. Twisting this way
and that to avoid the blade, Cuniffe’s darting eyes followed
the gangster’s slightest. movement. Suddenly, Jacko lunged.
This time, as Cuniffe sprang back, his assailant tripped him.
Before he had measured his length on the sidewalk, his
lieutenant had stabbed him.

Cuniffe lay motionless. As automobile lights appeared in
the deserted street, Jacko dashed for the protection of a
building. Keeping close to the dark wall, he ran around the
corner, and stepped quickly into the car he had parked there.

he drove off into the night, his ugly face wore a grin
of satisfaction.

Meanwhile, the oncoming car passed the prone body on
the sidewalk without slackening speed. As its lights faded
into the distance, Cuniffe raised his head. He was badly
wounded but still conscious, and somehow managed to drag
himself painfully over the concrete sidewalk an inch at a
time. It seemed hours before he finally reached his car and
pulled himself up under the driver’s wheel. Like a man in a
trance, he headed for his nearest hideout,

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Cuniffe’s incarceration at the penitentiary on Black-
well’s Island, New York City (below), threatened
to dissolve the “Secret Six.” (Right below) The
ruthless bandit leader (in bandages) and his lieu-
tenant, Ice Wagon Crowle » Pose for a photograph’

His nurse-wife was immediately summoned to care for him.
By this time she was aware that he was a- much-wanted
criminal, but she also knew that there was no way out for
her now, and that any attempt on her part to break with
him would mean instant death. Crushed by the knowledge
that escape was impossible, she‘settled into a kind of inertia,
rarely leaving her rooms or seeing any one. Her once vibrant
face had become expressionless, :

Day by day, the gang leader improved until, at the end
of a week, he was well on the road to recovery. One night,
his two principal lieutenants, Ice Wagon and Tom Downey,
slipped into the hideout. Standing at the foot of the wounded
man’s bed, they stared at him in, agitation. Finally, he asked:

“Well? What’s eating you guys?” :

“Listen, Chief,” said Tom, “Jacko thinks he killed you.
He’s boasting about it all over the place, and trying to take
the mob over himself. Ice Wagon and me figures we'd
better take care of him.” :

Cuniffe’s cruel mouth twisted. :

“Thanks fellas,” he said slowly, “but I’m planning. that
pleasure for myself.”

His mobsters looked disappointed, but didn’t argue.

It was dawn when a sharp knock sounded on the door.
The Killer and Frank Keikert, a recent addition to the gang,
were alone in the place. The latter crossed the room, de-
manding to know who the visitor was before: letting him in.
Ice Wagon’s voice answered. The minute he entered, the

_ chief knew that something had happened.

“What is it, Ice?” he asked calmly, sitting up in bed.
-His henchman stood just inside, leaning back against the


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‘serving many sentences for burglary. The latter was a slug- -

gish-minded youth with neither the speed nor brains of
Cuniffe, but he could be counted on to obey orders to the
letter.' From time to time the membership in the mob varied,
but the number of men used in a crime remained the

same—six.
The police had been searching everywhere for Jacko Moore,
ted for the slaying of Patrolmen Romanelli and Reynolds.

Death and the Law
ended the “Secret Six”
memberships of Tom

murdered by one of his
Sangster pals; Bum
Rogers (below, center),
arrested and sent to
Blackwell’s Island; and
Ed Purtell (below,
right), convicted of a
ruthless shooting. On
Opposite page (left to
right) are Pictured
Frank Keikert, alias
“The Ghost”; Miss
Mary Umhauer, who
valiantly tried to ring
the alarm when Cuniffe
and his mob held up the
Bellmore, Long Island,
bank, of which she was
Assistant Cashier; and
Ernest _Whitman, who
was slain when he went
to the aid of his friends

Downey (lett), who was’

one would risk identifying him, for fear of gang retaliation.
Detective Cordes spent hours studying the building, the
situation of the cashier's office, and all details concerning the

A half-hour. went by, then an hour. He remained on guard
throughout the entire day, but no attempt was made to

idea.

While the detective was shadowing the Fox Film Company,
the man he sought to capture was holding a meeting at a
new hangout in Long Island City, a cheap speakeasy called

“That’s why we're going to do it now,” announced the
leader. “All you mugs have gotta do is follow orders.”
Dead silence greeted this remark. Taking a Piece of paper

clockwork. Occasionally, Cuniffe’s voice would rise:
“But the teller isn’t re-acting like I said he would. He’s
stepped on the alarm. What are you guys to do then?”
Each man would then re-enact the instructions he’d been
given in case anything went wrong. This went on for two
weeks. At the end of that time, every gangster in the mob

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inted
it for
with
‘ledge
ertia,
ibrant

e end
night,
whey,
unded
isked:

{ you.
» take
we'd

zg, that

» door.
’ pang,
in, de-
lim in.
id, the

ed.
ust the

closed door, his face white and taut. There was no,

answer, and the gang leader repeated his question.

Then in a dull monotone, Crowley announced:
“Jacko got Tom after we left here last night.

He’s dead.”

- Cuniffe, weak though he was, flung off the bed-
clothes and staggered to his feet. Gripping the
back of a chair for support, he demanded:

“Where? How?” ;

“Up in front of Muldoon’s saloon at Third Ave-
nue and 125th Street. He shot Tom as he was
leaving the hangout.”

The muscles of the Killer’s jaw twitched spas-
modically as he ordered:

“Go bring the car here!”

“Gee, Chief, you ain’t strong enough to stand
up,” objected Keikert, but the other mobster knew
better than to protest and left the place to do as
he had been told.

It was broad daylight when Ice Wagon returned.
He and Keikert helped the wounded man into the
sedan, where he sat rigidly beside Ice Wagon, who
drove. They sped crosstown to the Queensborough
Bridge, picked their way through the early morn-
ing traffic and headed for the neighborhood in
Long Island City where Jacko Moore was living.
As they neared the street, Cuniffe leaned forward,
his gun held lightly on his lap, his eyes squinting
at the road ahead.

As the car turned down the block where the

mobster’s house stood, the Killer gave a surprised exclama-
tion, for Jacko was just emerging from the front door, lead-
ing his new German police dog. Obviously, he had come out
to walk the animal. The leader gripped his automatic tighter,
and Ice Wagon slowed down the car.

As the car neared him, Jacko halted. Catching sight of

Ice Wagon on the side closest to him, his right hand slipped

swiftly down into his pocket, a look of defiance on his tough’.

face. Then, suddenly, he saw Cuniffe and his eyes flickered
from defiance to fright. He had thought the Killer was dead!

A deathly pallor overspread his dark features. The car
was barely moving. Jacko jerked out his gun, but the leader’s
trigger-finger worked like lightning. By the time the sedan
had passed him, the aspiring mobster was sprawled on the
sidewalk, dead.

The Killer’s expression did not change as he calmly put
away his weapon. He did not refer to the slain man again.
Police officers, who encountered Cuniffe through his long
career of crime, never ceased to be shocked by the non-
chalance with which he murdered. Human life simply meant
nothing to this criminal rat.

Two new bandits soon replaced those the gang had lost—
one a petty thief named Ambrose Ross; another named Bum
Rogers, who had begun his. criminal career in his teens,

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4s car. Gently
nded men and

iearsby Flower

‘d, without re-
moment after

out to all po-
and, within a
olicemen and
ig for the yel-
»n its number.
an identified
is that of one
side the eab
ire light. He
girl. The pur-
the taxi went
of the night
trace of either

nder cover in
His face wore
ved his throat
related the
nost mobsters
‘e officers, and
ing would see
tougher than
zer be shoved
told to obey
uembers were
show it, for
‘ously,
re Jacko was,
iled murderer
grabbed him
with his su-
The Killer’s
sear stood out
eves as he
3 hench-
clenched

like all the
‘ne that get
it a brain be-
irs, and you
to some one
or ya. Now
i’t use you

The next
vours, make
» do it.”
rom Jacko’s
nothing,

ng to solve
killings, and
‘en another
he morning
ir-old John
enpoint for
nternational
4th Street.
to get the
New York
int at Bor-
-ong Island

he climbed
‘ter Farley,
ut of sight
‘d the bag

‘Casurer as

paymaster
1 amiably
River to

» highway
et when a
foward it
swerved,
he truck,
Fitzner’s
driver
uffeur,
ved at

the two men who jumped from the cab
and came running toward them with
leveled guns.

Fitzner tried to shove the payroll fur-
ther under the seat with his feet. He sat
calmly erect, staring unblinkingly into the
gun-muzzles. The bow-legged man in the
lead leaped onto the truck, commanding:

“Up with your hands!”

Farley gazed at his menacing face and
the gleaming weapon and obeyed, but
Fitzner fixed determined eyes on the
bandits and ordered sternly:

“Get off this truck!”

With no change of expression, the bow-
legged man fired pointblank, at the old
man. Fitzner doubled over, holding his
abdomen. The bandits quickly reached
under the seat, grabbed the payroll bag
and streaked back to the taxi which had
swung around. As it tore off down the
road, Fitzner tumbled onto the truck’s
floor at Farley’s feet.

HE truck driver’s only thought was to
get the desperately wounded man to
a hospital. He didn’t take the taxi’s num-
ber, but thrust his car into gear and sent it
careening toward St. John’s Hospital in
Long Island City, where orderlies carried
the courageous Fitzner inside. Because of
his age, doctors believed he had slight
chance of recovery. He was in no con-
dition for days to be questioned by the
olice, but later, when shown photographs,
ne tentatively identified Cuniffe and posi-
tively identified Ed Purtell as the holdup
men. After weeks of suffering, he finally
recovered.

Now, Lyons and Cordes redoubled their
efforts to apprehend the members of the
Killer’s mob during a crime. More detec-
tives were put to work, dozens of under-
world characters were brought in and ques-
tioned, and it was at this point that
Cordes discovered the Greenpoint speak-
easy where the mobsters had held their
meetings.

Pulling a slouch hat over his eyes and
looking as much like a workman of the
district as possible, Cordes visited the
place. As he engaged the beady-eyed bar-
tender in conversation, his sharp eyes
roamed about the room, searching for
members of the Cuniffe gang. He didn’t
know whether or not they knew him by
sight as a detective, but was taking a
chance that they didn’t. The killings of
Romanello and Reynolds showed all too
clearly that the mob had _ slight respect
for the lives of police officers, but the
knowledge that he was in personal danger
didn’t trouble Cordes. His concern was
lest they recognize him and not show up
so he could tail them.

One evening, Ed Purtell sauntered in
with another man the sleuth didn’t know.
He recognized Purtell at once from police
photos he had studied, but he went on
talking casually to the man behind the
bar, pretending not to see the gangster.
When Purtell left, he followed him at a
distance. Toward morning he managed
to get Lyons on the telephone and the
Captain ordered him to bring in the
Cuniffe mobster. Cordes had hoped Pur-
stell would lead him to Cuniffe, for the
Killer had slipped into hiding and not
been near his wife’s 65th Street apartment,

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which other detectives were shadowing.

It was early the following morning be-
fore the henchman emerged from the
house he had entered the night before
when Cordes had called Lyons for in-
structions. Purtell seemed to be saunter-
ing aimlessly down the block when Cordes
saw him heading for a crowd of people in
the street ahead. Intent on finding out
what was wrong, the gangster didn’t no-
tice that he was being followed. On the
outskirts of the group, he stopped and
Cordes sneaked up behind him. The peo-
ple were gathered around a broken-down
Borden’s milk wagon. He was peering
over the heads of the people in front: of
him when Cordes came quietly up beside
him and tapped him on the shoulder,
saying:

“Better come along quietly, Purtell.
There’s w hand on the gun in my right
pocket.”

With a startled look, Purtell turned to
stare into the detective’s cold blue eyes.
Without any show of remonstrance, he ac-
companied the sleuth.

Lyons grilled the mobster for hours, but
he vehemently denied that he was in any
way connected with the Cuniffe outfit or
that he had been in the International
Motors payroll holdup. Farley identified
him as one of the bandits, so did Fitzner
when he was well enough, and Purtell was
held charged with felonious assault and
robbery with firearms. The police officers
working on the case felt encouraged. At
last, a member of the toughest gang in
existence had been identified by witnesses.

Meanwhile, within the gang, Cuniffe had
relegated Jacko Moore to an unimportant
position, partly to put him in his place,
and partly because Jacko was too thor-
oughly sought for the police-slayings to be
of any assistance in the next few jobs. The
killings had not had the effect on the gang
members which Jacko had pictured. He
saw he would never be able to take over
the mob with Cuniffe alive, and now defi-
nitely decided to murder him.

E learned that Cuniffe, Tom Downey

and Ice Wagon were holding secret
meetings in a small café down in Green-
wich Village. Since Purtell’s capture,
Cuniffe kept least important members of
the gang hanging around the Greenpoint
place to make the authorities believe it
was still the hangout, but he had changed
headquarters to the Village.

It was three o’clock in the morning
when he emerged alone from one of the
Greenwich Village meetings and walked
toward his car, which he had left in a side
street a block away. The streets were de-
serted at this late hour. He was unarmed;
it was too soon after the Fitzner shooting
to be caught with a gun on him. He had
almost reached his car when his acute
ears picked up the sound of footsteps be-
hind him. He whirled. A knife gleamed

‘under a pale, street light as Jacko Moore

sprang at him.

Will this be the end of the Killer? Or
will he escape with his life? What will be
the fate of Jacko Moore? Be sure to read
the next installment in the April issue of
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was afraid be would kil] her. He
Justice Stilsing to remain away
wife, as be called ber, and to stop molesting

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is about eighth by twelve f
coasttted ofa ted tro canal

he was bors in
March 7 Paick's day, 1807

though he often urged
bad two children while

living wth him, both of whom: survive.
After he began to drink bard she left bim,
ted herself
r _1890

washing.
she yed in oa
a rear tenement
near Monmouth.

but she did
second week. She had
geason,
it from‘

ra short time before the birth of tho
child. He beat ber seore

because sbe
to live with him. After

the baby was born, Mary { b ith
a colored family panied i saat at 818 BL

Street. Thomas MoCaul was employed ia
tho United States Express stables, ¢

Mary in out of charity, AftersMar
able to resume work ba es? Me

cCaul at 818 Sixth

took
was

paid Mre. McCea)

and expense she bad caused.
On March 15 Hallinger “calledon her,
@ qverrel, beat her savagely.
caused bis arrest on thet occasion, and he was
held four days in the G

and,
She
y Btreet ste tion.

begged that
She said she

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to. prison,

‘on the following

» and tried to loduce ber to fevarn to
Kings meats hicks. Soe araic rotten
angr vo 5
On March 2 Mary hifed-e secu at OL Third

wing

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who rented the basement. She hoped to live
in peace there b memge hereon ebony

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moustache and beard bad grown during bis
incarceration... He wore a sciled suit, a clean
white collar and a white satin tie.

There was nothing more elicited during thi

| examination except the attempt of the pris

oner to deny premeditation. He said the
whole affair appeared like a dream to him
from tho time the crazy fit came over bim,
Connsel Collins made a plaumble plea fos a
finding in the second degree. He showed the
aemi-satage in search of bis children and
filled witb sudden rage when the woman de-
nied him admission to the house, and showed
the frenzy of the crime was due to momeot-
ary passion and not to premeditation. Prose~
cutor Winfield suamed up briefly and causti-

sanity and cee a verdict for marder jn. the
first ‘he bearing occupied the whole
bea and Hallinger was remanded at its

THE SENTENCE.

On Tuesday, May 12, a little before noon
Hallinger was again taken into court. Judzes
Knapp and Lippincott were on the bench
and each bora trace of emotion. . They were
about to perform one of the most trving of
judicial acts. Hallinger wore his usual capa-
cious smile as he eutered the cost, but some-
thing in Judge Knapp’s expression sobered
the. er, and from the moment hs looked
at the judge until the close of the scene he

ope Did gnned Set Upon Oe ee Feat
ben the prisoner, had reac the space
within ths bar J Knapp said, “Edward
W. |Hallinger, the dsfendant, was {ndicted by
the’ o ury. for the murder, on
April 5, of eterson, alias Hallingsss
whe had been ving with him as his. wife.
The defendant pleaded guilty, when arraigned,
The court beard witnesses, to determine the

degree of the crime. The

clined to find the lesser degree, ‘and

id~" itp pronounce

destrous of ascertainin there existed arF,
the crime, finds ite!f constraine
this crime wurder in the first

~ fearon, the penalty of which fs death.” fae
time Hallinger wes on bis feet, star- | jail,

At the i thing

iwa ; ve you any
Fear peti poe a dr be

say, judge,” said Hallinger
0, ‘is that I want Rega

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cally. He ridiculed the idea of spasmodic in--

from tbe orntral abeave, and bad ap
rotected by a spring spap.

the rope tb oa
foor of the
On

hung
iron hook on. it,

weight raised
boxe sacd. It was beld in that

a wmall catch on the upright of the sce fold.
A caxple arrangermect With a treadio attach-
ment enablei tbe executioner to press
treadle and liberate the rope-»
| aavcatition bas made Friday
An ancient su tion has r
known as ban * s day. Itis believed to
have i in a tradition which fixed
in which Judas Iscariot
banded up the ill-gotten silver aod his life.

er was to bavo bung ons

PRIOR EXECUTIONS.
There have been four executions in Hudecn
County since it was set of from Betzee balf
Jacob Mechella was first.
. Bte udsca

January 9, 187
Sheriff Jobn Rein it


aed
ant
qin!

and photographed before: being sent to the
conoty jail, in onder to provide bis pictare for
the rogues’ gallery. Ife made a written con-
fession in the presence of Chief Murphy -be-
fore his exatnination,  Itowae written lin a
legible, round hand: and signed by Hallinger,
He never varied bis story, 2
THE INQUEST.
The case went to the grand jurv at ones
} and an indictment was Tound, but Coroner
orsiow. bad impanelet a jory and the in-
vest was held at Hocha’s Hnrll on Monday,
rs pribld. The jurymen, two of whom were
colored \ men, consumed = but) ap bour
and achsal{ io tus whole proc~ding. County
Poyesicisn Converse, who mads tha ANOPpsY,
} anid there were twenty wound and «they. re-
; Sainbled the result of s railway smasbup.
| The verdict was found in loss than five min-
j utes. Itwas, $s We find that Mary. Peterson

4 Caine to her death at the bands, of Edward
iW. Hallingerson the morning of Apribds ate

1317 Third Street." The »jury_ consisted of
Cornelius O'Connor, foreman. W.- Kidd,
A. H. Engelke, William) Cammisky, Jobn
Robbins, Walter Durose, Petor Daly, George
Kid ter, Christian Bauchle, William Gernannt,
James Merri:t and Isaac Walker, the two
latter being the colored membprs: ;
HER. FUNERAL.

The remains of the mard ‘red woman were
taken to Speer's morgue and remained there
until) Thursday, April 9, when the funeral
took place. Rey. Fillmore, Smith. of the

mony in the chapel of the morgus, ~ A’dozen
arquaintances were present and joined in the
hymn which followed the prayer. “The body
war placad in a silver trimmed casket, and
smilax was used to hide the wounds which
caused death, ~The hearse was not followed
by carriages. The mourners went to New
York Bay Cemetery in a horse car, and the
hearse followed the car. The funeral expenses

were defrayod by subscription.

<)>) (TTIE) ARRAIGNMENT:
lesdé: morni

‘ le were attending the charter election,
er and presented an indictment agalnee
inger for murder. Court officers

Masker and Corrigan escorted him from the
}jail.< Prosecutor Winfleld read the indict:
4ment and asked Hallinger what he would

“Guilty,” replied the prisoner.

*‘What do you say!” raid the prosecutor.

“Guilty!” replied the prisoncr witbout a
change iu the tone or any appearance of feel-

ing.
at Hare you retained counsel #” asked Judge

app.:

ne pare not.” answered Hallinger.

Judge Knapp then Bppoinie ex-Mayor
Gilbert Colligs to defend the prisoner, and
Haliinger was remanded to tue county jail. .

ade - THE TRIAL. :

Judge Knapp asa humane man, as wellasa
Waren jurist, and he decided that Hallinger
was entitled to a bearing in spite of bis: plea
of guilty made before he had counsel. There»
fore, on Tuesday, April 24. the prisoner was
agatn taken into court and Judges Knapp aud
Lippincott beard the testimony of the’ wit-
The object of the hearing was to ‘fix
the dezree of tho crime. Prosecutor Winfield
conjJacted the cass aa carefull
fenss bad bees conducted under the: plea of
not guilty. Hehad an engineer prepare A
1'plan of the room where the tragedy occurred,
aod had photograpbs made. The blood-
stained hatchet, clothing aod bedding formed
| a pile under his desk, and the witnesses: were

all in: attendance. é d
- Hallinger sat beside bis mn. His : big
bapds—twice the. size of inary bands—
were clasped on his knees. His lips appeared
more protruding. than ever, since & small
mo shdbeatd bad grown: during bis
incarceration, He wore a soiled suit, a clean
white collar and a white satin tie.
Toere was nothing more elicited during thi
examination except the attempt of the pris.
oner to deny premeditation. said the
whole affair epreeres like a dream to bim
from tbe time the crazy fit cae over bin.
Counsel Collins made a plaumble plea foe
finding in the second desree. He showed the
semi-satage in-search of bis children and
filled witb sudden rage when the woman de-
nied him admission to cbe house, and showed
the frenzy of the crime wasdue to momeot-
‘ary passion and not to premeditation. . Prose

Zion.A. M. E. Church. conducted tbe ‘cere-,

ng, April 14, while the}
grand jury filed into the oyer and termin=

fan,

eircuilecourt until too day befure tne execu—.
tion was io have taken place. On the writ
an eppoal was taken tothe sopreme. court of
the United Rtatess the writ acted as a stay

and Hallioger’s neck was saved for tne time
being. The writ wis diyinieet by the su.

prema court on Nov. 2, 1801, because tt was

net prosecuted,

On Weineadsy, January. Inst, Hallineer
was again sentenced to be hangol, the day:
fixixt being Weluesiay, Febrvary 10, Oo
the day bsfora that ou which Hallingor was
to bave been hangeJ, Mr.- Peshail flied
audtber patition in the United Btates circuit
court fora writof baboas corpus, and -Hal-
ling2r mida afidivit that ho was without
money to defend bis life and aske.t the general
goverument to pay the costs of court — At-
torney (ieneral Miller statod that taere was
no appropriation out of which the costs could
be paid. Tbe application wasdismiased, but
the appeal acted asa stay and gave Hallinger
a further lease of lite.

Oo Thuredsy, May 5, Hallinger was again
sentenced and tbedate forexecution was fized
tor Monoay, May:3J.- Airc. Pesball auaip ap-
plied for a writ ot babeas corpus, and when
reCused appealed fom the order of the cir-
cuit court. ‘Ibe aporal acted as a stay end
for tte third tire Halliozer was saved, The
case was sub:nitted on briefs on November 7,
and Judze Sbiras gave bis decision oo No-
vember 28, H3xuffirmed the decision of the
Hudson County oyer and terminer. The
ahi an belisvei. that: this Clete was

val; but Mr. Peaball still bopetts ve bis

WHERE HALLINGER WAS HANGED,
The first story of the. county jail is» bigh
one. ‘The cells are built ia the middle and
face outward. Between tbe celis aud the
walls of the building thero is @ broad, bighb,
open . The floor is stone, and the
second story tier of cells has a narrow gallery
extending the entire length. Thus the first
story s really a double story. The second
stary is similar except #s_ to the floor, which
is of wood. ‘The prisoners were
all’ removed from tbe ¢
corridor of the second floor yesterday.
corridor is known as ward 6. It is quite long,
and about eight feet wide. It is lighted by
five windows in the west wall, too a above
the floor to be reached witbout a ladder, The
iat or balcony. is protected by a railing.
be walls are whitewashed, the cell doors and
all iron work is painted hlack, and tbe bot-
tom of the gallery is painted a dark green.
The corridor> was scrupulously clean,
showed evidence of recent painting. Tbe
gallows was erected near the south end of the
corridor on the same spot that it occupied
during preceding executions. It is too wide
for the corridor and: was placed
instead of across,
| “9 WHAT THE SCAFFOLD LOOKS LIKE.
The scaffold isa very simple contrivance.
It is practically two seoriabe *beame with a
cross bar on the top. is bar is braced by
tro short, stout: beams set in under it like
brackets, forming’ * triangle in each coroer
of the square made by the uprights and
cross beams. In the middie of cross
beam there is a well ciled sheave, near one
end of the cross beam just within the line of

lengtb- wise

hemp. rope was rove. The © pocee
bung from the central sheave, aod ‘bad ap
iron book on it, protected by a spring spap.

‘The other ond the rope passed throug’ a
small opening. in the floor to. the Soor of the
first. story of the west corridor. On
the. floor lower story a

of
la box, filled: with sand.
cr, directly under the opening.
b eatch the weight. The weight isco

was
was

r large iron disos with boles in their ceatres.
‘Enough of them are attached. to the rope to
t 400 nds. The - was al-

the upright. there is another sheave, |-
Tnrougu these. two sheaves an iach

ymont of the requisitions of all muntc
boards, so that the city’s employes ¢, uld en
for their Christmas with fuller pockets, a's>
a donation of 6250 to Mt. Mars’s Hospital
aod $J00 to. the Memorial Day Nursery.
Tiese suggestious were both carriv) out, tha

lice board getting 87.796, lvrary trustees

500, school’ board $8,000, bealto board
$050, Bre board. 4,464. This > Jatter
requisition contained au item of 8)

for Contractor Clayton, in payment for tae
Hudsou Btreat fire house extension: Counsil-
man Stegman agein opened ita payment,
but an opinion from” Corporation Attoriey
Minturn on the subject was read. It deciared
the fire board. the sole disbursing agepis of
their appropriations, mitvout inwerference na
the part of the council, except to sea that the
apprcpriations were pot overdrawn, Areb!
tects Bever & McUeno reported the now
police sub-station ready for inspection. Or-
dipences for street: improvermsnts piss!
their floal reading: Monrce, from Fourta to
Eighth; Jefferson, between Third . and
Fourth; Grand, between bixth and seventh,
repaviog, Newark; from Fist to
River; oe Avenue, between Ninth and
Eleventh: Gerden, be ween” Ninth aod
Elevaptb: Medison, from Ferry to First.
Much of this work is already done iu antici
pation of the cold weatber. The board pre-
vented ex-Mavor Steotun with bis ofl
badge asa. souvenir, The bird Street im-
provement between Adams and Monroe. was
ordered
ipgs, fre houses apd police station! wero di-
rected to be ‘insured at the rats of
80 cents per $1,000, to» run ‘three
years. Thecouncil adjourned for two woeks.
The police had as guests yesterday a woman
acd twa young children in desiitute circuin-
stances, who for; tbe past week bav= be
weodering bepelessly about the D.; L. & W.
Ke steamsbip docks. .- Micbael
je, A Polish mecansnic, caay> totais
igh Vears ago, and in Sepiembor jase
ots ane He met tnem on their,
party stopped at th: Nethere
onoakie fouod bat little work

Hotel

bere, and @ few dave ago weat to Eimira in

seerch cf. work. His wife waited unt! ail
her money was gone, and then pououd

the depots in a. torment of — Bup--
less apxiety until © Policeman  D=ticrs
noticed ber- esterday. The Little

party was well nigh starvet and vagerly ite
voured the food provided by) Janitor Grr
mann at the police station. Poorm s.r ‘tik
ler contributed money exvouzh to s-7 1 a tere.
grem to Elmira, and iate inthe alteriicou a
money order came, sufficient to pay tue fares

almost broke down as sbe tried to express
ber gratitude to the police. ~

. fbe ninth acnual report of the  Meuwor'al
Day Nursery, a broad, true cbarity of wiict
Hoboken 1s justly proud, has jast beeu i-stied?
Tre financial affairs vt the iustitutiog area
a flourishing conditions Tbe bow of mud
gers, inacard to the poblic, exteod ineir
thanks for tbe many liberal douatious of
cash aud supplies sent them.

Corover Parslow bas decided tbat aa in-
quest in the case of Jos*ph Ritiler, who stot
himself Mundiy while insane from drink,
‘will not be necessary. :

Judge Daly was confined to his bom aysia
yesterday by bis old enemy, rheumatism.

BAYONNE.

Firemen’s Cosveation — Election of
- Officers of the Depariment—tHop of
Bavonee Rowing Associa‘ioa—so-
clety Elections. :

The firemeu's coavention for the nomna-
thon of candidates for the several! offic: of
the deparim-st wag beld last night ip the
bouse of Columbia Hoox ead Ladder Coni-

ay, No, 3 lt was called to orrier oy Citet

rry, Thomas Faress, of Hope bose, was
chosen chairman, and Ailen Beuuy, of lnde-
pendence steamer, wacretary. Ex-\diels Mc
Quillan, sill, Gilb o aud Melieo cz were

ot The ttee oa orédea.itis were

. J. Kerley, otection; Al. Varian; of
“and O: Brands, of Eatorprire;

=H. Mghokep, of Iod-peadcnce; -J.

aseessed; and the vew public build: :

of the wile and babes to Bimira. ‘ite woinan

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‘VOL. IX-—NO. 2744,

eR aa es 5 ate

EXECU TION or HARDIN.

SCENES AND INCIDENTS AT THB SCAFFOLD.

eet ee nemeeill

Parting Interviews—Ls “sat Words,
Acts, and Moments. |

LE a

THE WRITTEN CONFESSION.

Senienet

Festerday was the day conaiged by the Gover.
menet New-Jersey for the execution of the sentence
upon Jacep S, Hanpaw fer the murder of
Mawar Doa.any Haawin, his wife. ‘The feets con-
Ser ted with the death, arrest, trial and cenviction,
have, in full details, been given to our readers, and it
mew retogine for usta present th: laet derk picture
ia the trag¥lty, and leave thecrest tobe setticdbe
tween the musderer ‘and his Maher.
is a pretty - country itl at he further end of the
State of Jarecy, nestled snugly and sweetly in the |
Valley of Pequest. 3+ is the shire fown of the County
of Warren, and the, place where Hagpan was tried,
convicted and se perced. For m2sy a long month
there has been no, such crowd of gaily-dressed, merry-

i blood are feund.

| my poor, poor boy.
Jacos; but ob, hew hard, how hard. Good bye, my.

hearted, though’ Mess people, as were gathered there
yesterday. At #he Warren House, the proprietor was |

eompelled to - put thrae and four ima room, besides '

sending fifty e:-sixty into his spaeious barn, where

they slept lik tops on the freshly gathered hay, and ,
were woke! yy the cocks in the morping. The bar~
room was f Jed with noisy, brawling fellows—some |
discussing ‘religion, others politics, some the desired .

execution ; and others the propriety of all hands |
takinga dink. One thing ted to another, and the |
liveliest’ @mece-house on Mercer-street couldn’, boast |
ofa wil fer scene of bacchanalian revel than was |
presente & there and elsewhere in that qniet
Mttle ‘ mwa of Belvidere. From the bar-room
an@ ite turmoil we went into the ‘ Ladies’ Parlo-.”
There s/c hoped to find quiet and a change of topics.
Seme twenty women, old and young, were busily en-
gaged jin eonversation, and it needed mo impertinent
ear t' p- discover that the single them® wae the ap-
pres ghing execution. Many of them had come thirty
or! ertty miles, hoping to witness the spectacie, Some
We pe relatives of the late Mrs. Hanpes, and supposed,
fre gn that fact, that they were entitled to admission.
T pc-small-size of the yard was a source of great re. |
f ret, and one picasant-featured woman, who said
' @e had ridden ‘‘ twenty-three miles to see Maapxn
ewing,” told the writer ‘‘ that theze wouldn't be much
fon in seeing it, for the yard was so small they would |
be dreadfully crowded,” besides, she added, “for my |
-part 1 can’t see how we are all to get in.”
! THE DaY
“Was a fitting one ; the weather appropriate--chilty, |
~chcerless, sad and sombre, Black clouds threatened |
‘yain, and the cold, biting wind made all luckless,
ervercoatiess chaps shiver and squirm. At ear
gnorn, say 7 o’clook, the whole towa was up, dressed,

break fasted, and on foot. One direction served them
oti- onstaniinntsa.alil oafis. datareninatiaon ah-

| toriety, as well as of his passion.

Nan

~qtiafinepentile cme Oc ey a nie

ce ee te a re te

tone, manger and ‘ean that one would who was

‘ débating the , pleasure of a day’s fishing, and conslu-

ded to wait till he saw how he felt te-morrow. He
was atterly devoid of sensibility ot delicacy of feel-
ing n any regard, and it has been a source of wonder
with me, that the blergymen could sit quietly with
him, so near to the eternal shore, and submit to his
bombast, selfconcelt and atrogance.
higher than: human will gave then the requiat‘e
amount of patience and forbearance,

THE PARTING SCENE
with his father was not se tender a one as one would
expect—the oki gentleman had. bsen a kind fatuer to
Jacos, he had faithfully attended to his education—
had fairly launched kis youthful bark upon the sea
of life—had heard of his wreck—had hastened to him,
and with that love which has no equel on the face of
the earth, had stoed by him when all else forsook

-him—had impoverished himself literahy, that his |

son should have every legal defence provided him—

pant { Gy |
had witnessed his convigtion—had heard his sentence, — by the Sheriff, he

and now had come to take a long, last farewell. O:!

how hard it was for the geod old man, to belleve that |

his son, his pride, his darling, should be dooined to a
felon’s grave—should even now be preparing to
swing off from the plank on which np

murderers and those who shed their bro

gon, my son, would that I could die for thee,
Tis right that you sheald die

dear boy ; keep up your courage; trust in him who
has pawer to sustain, who alone can save you from
that second death, from which there is no waking, no

, happy resurrection. into His hands | commit thy

, Spirit. God bless you, dear, dear, boy. God bless
and keep you forever.” Hampew was not grea'ly
moved. He seemed at first a little non-

plussed for appropriate action, but soon recovered

_ his infernal equanimity, and bade his father a quiet,

unconstrained, anfeeling farewell, adding that he
‘*hopea and trusted they should moet in Heaven."
We echo the “ hope,” but cannot lndasee the “ trust.”
There must be a great change, either in Haanen, o1
in our ideas of the inhabitants of Heaven, before we
cap think of him as an occupant of that bilsafu! abode,
where “ Saints in Glory shine, bright, bright aaday,’,
aod whert nope but the ' pure tn heart can see Go J,’
and the meek and lowlyftojiowe:s of the Saviour
are wel¢omed—not of thelr own merit, but through

| the mercy and love of him who died that they might

live.

Afier his father had gone, Maapen sent for hls bro-
tirer, had some conversation with hin on tautually ta
teresting topics, and gave him

HIS CONFRSBION,
Which he was immediately to take to bis father, and
who istodo with ites esems best te hia and hit
fnends. Itis along, full and entire confeasion. {i
enters into the details of hie @ariter life, revealing
transactions debled with lmpurtty and steeped ia
iniquity. Nemes are givem, and dates and ipiacee
specificd, s@ that people now unsuspected of rime or
taint, will find themselves eeon-the sharers of his me
Itis to be beoped
that those having charge of the document wil net

aliow it to go forth to the public tn it preseat shape.
No good cana come of It, while the dragging to iigh:
of indisc: etions lqng since forgetien can be produr
tive only of trouble, ecandal and im jpartcus tatile.
Haspan's fathe. te poor, Wast lite means Be ba:
he freely gave for the benefit of hia wayward Sey.
apd it is estimated Uist be bas spent someting
like $1.50@ since his sun's arrest, To recompense

Doubtless a 4

but |

“Oh! Jacon, Jacos, Jacon, my.

ata

ae A AEST ger wg
~

" quent inauisy prowed it to |
‘immense eher

4 %6e8, OD w
le bas foolisn}’y pere hed, |
sir view. Several were le
legs were broken, another
tle @ great number rece
ble momeasit to then, thou;
interest to the public.

At th(s moment a messng
Doanann, the father of
an desire to witnens the exe
The Sheriff asked Hannay
Harven dectined—saylog,
no man of earth or earth's

At twenty-nine minutes
fron door creaked on its ru

HARDEN |

He was about five feet |
full chest and stocky bulld
ruffled shirt, blie cust, bla
leather shoes. He hau sid
tache or onder beard. Hb
behind him, his head beat

oxen 8 glanced furfively nor
of those who were gatiere:

ABCENDED TI

His head wos as firm as ev
gg deportment celm.
ewers. Day, Kink and M
Mapisos, Baagetay and |
the platform, tianpss &k
and he prayed, “On, Lor
be with ine in this hour of
est moment of my life, Oh
He then rose, the Sherif
immediately
STEPPED UP

48 he stood there, silent a
of that vast goa he was (o
nota quiver was obeerv al:
The Knertf attached the 2
from the puiley, and streak

woll grasp. Haapan'a vot
If, good bee ; vou have
Dlerayou'’ The Sheriff

in Haapaa's hand, tear
he might cut the rene, p
sonedy end to ihe unftert
have bern the

wWOoST THY:

of bia life, During the t
'@ the Sherif ip prepara
bomoved, but comstent
lous vulee, which ccid
the foilde of Bie black ca;
cy, bt Lord Jetus, wa
hour hear me  ilelp

rua, precfouse demas." A
ottdde was tatenen, ike
pushing, banllog aml F
Aliweuty Ave miantes

HE ORorreD &

‘The Byeni@, with we
hetfe, cot the rope,
MAR SOR
Curtepa, for the sabe
wale the Bendy At &
and (he lege érew ve
et, While etvang! me
seve wae beard,
comebing ilewed the’
the aly swing gently ©
wea thobeutiy Cw leted af
Loci ® wheat Be had
YHE ian TOSS
oral preaounre preg t emp Plage
thine the c@ck ter gene @
a varie thay @ aw! ares
f PR vb lees Ge Bheme

po toteertaned ect
tint FO

‘The berly terep rer © +4
Berg Ube fal) gee parent)

ws on & teh De. bd cet Ghee

fua in seeing it, for the yard was so small they would\!

swing,” told the writer ‘‘ that there wouldn’t be rauch V

be dreadfully crowded,” besides, she added, “ for my
part | can’t see how we are all to get in,”
THE DAY
“Wes a fitting one ; the weather appropmate—chilly,
~ebceriess, sad and sombre. Black clouds threatened
‘vain, and the cold, biting wind made a!! luckless,
vercoatiess chaps shiver and squirm. At early
morn, say 7 o'clock, the whole towa was up, dressed,
break fasted, and on foot. One direction served them
all. one object anlimated all, one determination ab-
sorbed them ai]. The direction was tawards the
Court House ; the object was to * see the sight ;” the
determivation to get in if possible, and at any price
or hazard. Well-dressed, substantial-looking far.
mers; overdressed, brainlesstooking fopc; the
adjoining county sheriff, the nearby town con-
@tabie, the village pastor, the scholar, the
» the “stage Yankee,” ,the Pennsylvania
P apd troops af open-mouthed short
‘rowsered little boys, with gingerbread cards in
Gaels hands, might be seen wending their several
ways toward one general object—the Court-house .

i

|

iniquity. Names are given, and dates and [piaces'
specified, soe that people now unsuspected of crime or
taint, will find themselves soon.the sharers of his no-|
Itis to be hoped’
| that those having charge of the document will not
a}low it to go forth to the public in it present shape.

toriety, as well as of his passion.

No good can come of it, while the dragging to light
of indiscretions long since forgotten can be produc-
tive only of trouble, scandal and injurious tattle.
Hazpen’s fathe. is poor. What little means be had
he freely gave for the benefit of his wayward boy,
and it is estimated that he has spent something
like $1,50@ since his son’s arrest. To recompense
his father, Haapsw wiote the above confession and
placed it im his hands. A Philadelphia lisher of-
fered $1,500 tor the copyright of it, would un-
doubdtedly be able to sei] thousands of copies, bat we
understand that old Mr. Hagprw is uneilling to allow
his name to be still more disgraced, and hesitates

about parting with the paper. It is un:
doubtedly a hard case, and the tempta;
tion may be strong, but we ho for the sake
- not only of his son’s reputation, but for the sake of

aia ladies with antiquated bonnets, green um)rellas |
ma satchels ; young ladies with broad flats, calico |

dresses, black silk mits, flashing eyes and stella
shawls; thin-visaged, sharpnesed, go-ahead, hoop-
compressed lips and
little blue-eyed girls»
hot haste pushed toward the one great objec! as
‘above—the Court-house. “But what went: they
out for to see!” A cattle-show, a fair-greund,
a pic-nic, a boat race, or parade, or fes-
tival? Oh, no. They were.all bent on accomplish-

cea ne tee a en a ly, AR tre

ing a feat~wwhich should serve as a feast of fat things

in future gossips, anda tale of horror which could:

hereafter be told in their fire-side cormers, in a
cold Wintég’s night, when the wind weirdly whistlés
down the chimney and ghost stories are in demand.

Whatever the motive might be, these are the facts:

and as such they are simply terrible.

On Thuraday afternoon the rain poured in torrents,
the streets were filled with mud and puddles of dirty
water ; all Nature seemed melancholy, and every-
body looked as if the next day was hanginan’s day
to the whole community, instead of to the wretched
man whose last hours we are now chronicling. The

‘Court house was fairly besieged, in spite of the in- ,

clemency of the weather, by hundreds of men, and,
we regret to write it, by many women, al! anxious to
obtain a look at the platform on which the prisener

“was to make his last stand ; and. failing in that, catch

a glimpse:of the yard in which the scaffold was
erected ;jand, if unsuccessful in this, also, then they
“would be content only when they had seen the door
which kept all of these other sights from them.
"Whole families seemed actuated by this morbid cu-

viesity ; fathers and mothers, with thetr little ones, |

. elder brothers, with younger, and servants innumera-
ble, having, in severa! instances, babes in their arms,
_joined the motley, curious crowd, and thronged the
corridors of the jail with a pertimacity and a dogged
. perseverance worthy of a better cause,
Great efforts were made to induce Sheriff Swranxy
40 execute Harpen in public, The fine for so doing
would have been $200, wlich the citizens of Belvi-
. dere offered to make up on condition of his ao doing.
The reasons given were, that tnousands of peopte
‘from the surrounding townships and villages woul’
<ome to witness the execution, and thelr comiug
would benefit Belvidere, pecuniarily speaking, very
largely. and it wes also thought that as tlarnss was
ao very well known there, that his public execution
would have @ grand inoral effect upon the young
mep, meny of whom are inclined to be fast and to en-
joy the g'easures Of this life, even if it be but for a
season. At one time it Was reported that the Sheriff
had received the @-00, and had consented to make
‘the ceremoay a public ope, but the report was un.
founded in fact, for the Sherif hac not @r a moment
entertaine@ the idea of such @ change.

those who are mentioned in the con‘ession. (not to
speak of matters which it seems to us should occu
to a person of any delicacy’ whatever,) that it wil
not be published at all—and if at all, that it will be
theroughly purged of names, dates or places, which
may have a tendency to plunge m3iny now happy
families into disgrace, troubie and misery.

Sheriff Swramgy gave us a ticket of admittance,

which read as follows:
Brrvipang Jan, July 6, 1860,

Admit the bearey, Mr. :

to witness the

EXECUTION OF JACOB SB. HaRDEN.
|: Wa. Sweeney, Sheriff.

Armed with this, we pressed our wa Rhrouah fhe
hundieds of pushing, striving, mre curloaity-
seekers, and approachetl e stern, military men at the
door. After a cateful examination of both sides of
the ticket, a scrutinizing, searching, spy-detectin
glance and a wholesale review .from the said obi
lain, we were permitted toenter. As we did so, we
saw Harpsn pass from his cell to the yard, he having
expressed a desire to have a

PRELAMINARY VIEW OF THE APPARATUS.

He ascended the steps lightly, with the Sheriff by
his side, and said, ‘* Let's go up and on, now, just as
we shall bye-and-bye ; yougo onthe outside, I on the

inside ; whea you want me to step on the trap, you | pelvea by thelr untimely, unwiee, |

must step down with me, so--there, that’s the way,”
and 80 on.
the yard, diagonally oppostte his cell, at his request,
so that he could see it while in course of erection.
His manner with the Sheriff wae very; kind and
triendly, indeed he could feel no other than kindly
towards Mr. Swaangy and ail his family,as he fh
been the recipient of constant and unremitting ktad-
ness from them tince bis first confinement until the
megeest of his execution.

aving reéntered hie cell, he desired to say a few
parting

WORDS WITH THR PHERIFE'S FaMILy

Taey went to the door of his room and In great ap
parent grief. with sobbings and cries, they @ bigs
farewell, Hanpan's voice trembled as he bieased
them, and when the Ilittle child of Mr. Swaawar cat
up his lips to kiss him, the prisoner buat into tears.
The Sheriff, who is « kind-hearted nan, was affec ted
to teara and his little boy said, ° Why , Pape,
he's crying too, What manee gou cry, Papa?” At
this moment

HIS COFFIN

was prong inte the eae | room. It was made of
back walnut. The top and sides were ornamental
with oliver tinsel orald, contrasting strangely +! th
one's idea of propriety, The rough plate had the
name of the prisoner scratched upon It in ecript, and

the impression produced in our minds was anything
but pleasant, by the evident aiming at eddity and offen.
Harpar desired to have it taken inte his cell, that he
might know all abort tt. He « to have ne *
heart, no anything, » hich belenge BA copt
the gift of gab. and that he po & fomarts
ble degree, His ministerial friends, eoumee|. the
Sherif, all who ever knew him, agree be was
cool, clear-headed, heartless fetiow, love of

notoriety would sistain hin even at such @ time 6<
this. His counee! remarked that aething would
please Haaprs more. and he would be tp bie very
Clement, if his frends woul! allow Bim to edi: ome
{be immense throng of people who had gathered fo
witness his execution,

The *"heriff had taken the precaution lo onde: out
two military companies, one of which hept guar ja
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Fi ne ee me

by COL. MARK O. KIMBERLING

Superintendent, New Jersey State Police

as told to

JOSEPH A. BLAZE AND LARS ANDERSON

were on the alert, each carefully scanning his side of the road for a sign of
human life.

Abruptly the car swerved sharply to the left and stopped.

“Looks like one of our men,” Gregovesir said softly. ‘Let’s go.”

Guns drawn, the troopers alighted. The suspect crouched at the road-
side, black eyes narrowing nervously at their approach. He was a short,
dark man dressed in a uniform as deseribed by the quarry superintendent,

“What're you doing here?” snapped Gregovesir,

The suspect shrugged. “Looking for work,” he said shortly. His gaze
scanned the bleak hillside as though looking for an avenue of escape. He

remained still while Coyle shook him down for a weapon. No gun was
found.

“Where’s your friend ?”

Again the man shrugged. “He took a walk down the road somewhere,”
he replied evasively.

“Come along,” said Gregovesir, “and we'll look him up. You fellows
have some questions to answer.”

The suspect was sullen and silent as he climbed into the rear of the car,
the troopers resuming their positions in the front seat. As the sedan rolled
slowly along through the gathering twilight both officers watched the

TUES SN OE Clr siislliten on

The trigger-mad
gunman holds a
revolver on the
troopers in a
further reenact-
ment of the
crime, left, at ex-
act spot where
the murder oc-
curred. The car
‘shown is the
one used in the
getaway. Col.
Mark O. Kim-
berling, below,
co-author of this
story, and su-
perintendent of
New Jersey
state police,
headed the long
and thrilling
manhunt.


roadside intently. Nothing stirred in the
wintry silence, Then came sudden action.

It happened with startling suddenness.
One instant the suspect was lounging
upon the rear cushions. The next, he
was lunging forward, a wicked-looking
revolver in his hand.

“Stop the car and get your hands up,”
he gritted viciously.

For an instant the tableau held as as-
tonishment gripped the troopers. Then
without thought of personal safety both
officers went for their holstered guns.

Coyle, whirling in his seat, pumped a
warning shot over the gunman’s head.

“Drop that gun, you fool,” he cried.
“Vou’re—”

The words choked off in his throat as
the prisoner’s gun barked. A quick spurt
of flame stabbed into Coyle’s eyes. His
gun clattered to the floor as he clapped
both hands to his face and writhed in
‘agony.

“Jack,” he gasped, “T can’t see! I’m
blinded !”

Gregovesir was trying to brake the
sedan safely on the ice-coated road. At
the same time he whipped out his service
gun and aimed it backward over his

Trooper Matthew Daly. taking the
slain Trooper Coyle’s place, shows
how Coyle lay on the front seat of
the car after having been shot three
times by the murderer, above. Left,

‘the killer, wearing fur collar, and his

accomplice, are shown after brilliant
police work effected their capture.

shoulder, simultaneously watching the
road ahead.

Swiftly, the gunman dropped his own
weapon and grabbed the trooper’s gun
by the barrel. With a frantic lunge he
wrenched it from Gregovesir’s grasp. It
came free and the momentum sent the
gunman to his knees on the rear flooring.
He cursed luridly.

With the state trooper, to think was to
act. Gregovesir sent the slow-rolling
sedan head-on into a telephone pole on
the left of the road. As the car crashed
to a halt, he snapped open the front door
and dove headlong into a roadside ditch.
He lay there limply, feigning uncon-
sciousness.

The gunman pulled himself together
and looked about. For a moment, which
seemed like an eternity to the uninjured
trooper, he eyed Gregovesir malevolently.
Then he started to get out of the sedan.
At that moment Trooper Coyle, semi-
conscious, keeled over sideways in the

front seat, completely senseless. Alarmed
by the movement the gunman snarled an
oath, raised Gregovesir’s gun and sent
two slugs ripping into the back of the
defenseless officer. .

The man was jittery. He reached into
the front of the car, grabbed Coyle’s
revolver and, with a police gun in each
hand, fled wildly down the road. He ran
about 50 yards, darted into a side road.

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pen the front door
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ovesir malevolently.
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vesir’s gun and _
into the back of t

ry. He reached into
ae grabbed Coyle’s

a police gun each
wwn the road. He ie
ited into a side road.

DYNAMIC

Trooper John Gregovesir, above, shows how he

helped solve the baffling case.

Seconds later a‘huge red touring car roared out of the side road,
speeding south. Two khaki-uniformed men, fear etched on their faces,
crouched in the front seat of the hurtling machine.

Raising up, Trooper Gregovesir stared after the flee

“A Buick,” he muttered,
down the license numerals |
man’s car,

Gregovesir examined Coyle

“Hold on, old man,’

Ove ing red car.
fishing out pencil and paper. He jotted
he thought he had made out on the gun-

and saw that he was in bad shape.
* he murmured, as he backed the sedan from

‘ the telephone pole and edged it into the road. “T’ll have you out of

here ina jiffy. I'm going to get that guy who shot you, too.”
Search Murder Scene

tc; REGOVESIR drove back to the quarry office. The superintendent

and a group of workers ran outside, speechless with awe, as the
trooper brought the blood-spattered police car to a standstill. Alight-
ing, the trooper saw an acquaintance among the crowd.

“Get Bob in to the hospital, quick,” he called. “He’s in bad shape.”

Within minutes the man was speeding north toward Somerset hos-
pital in a frantic five-mile race with death.

Gregovesir did not waste time answering the throng’s
questions. He went to the phone and related the details of
the shooting to the state police station at Pluckemin, six miles
north, from where he and Coyle had been assigned to investi-
gate the quarry company’s complaint that afternoon. Leav-
ing the phone, the trooper jumped into a car and sped down
the road to the scene of the shooting.

Minutes later a score of state police officers swarmed about
the field office and the scene of the crime. Gregovesir de-
tailed the particulars of the ruthless shooting. He handed
Sergt. Henry Wooge the jotted notation of the car license
numerals and ended his account.

In the gathering darkness the officers inspected the vicin-
ity for clues. Besides some. indistinguishable tire markings
in the side road they found nothing tangible to the case.

[Continued on page 51]

DETECTIVE

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saving his life. Capt. Robert Hamilton, below right, of the
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[Continued from page 17]

While this was going on the man who had
taken the wounded oflicer to the hospital
returned in the police car. He correctly
read the interrogation in Jack Greg-
ovesir’s eyes, and shook his head.

“Coyle is dead,” he announced sadly.

Rob Coyle’s fellow officers bared their
heads in silent tribute to the first New
Jersey state police officer to be slain in the
line of duty.

The man who drove the police car
broke the tight silence with: “There’s a
gun on the floor in the back of the sedan.
I didn’t touch it.”

A trooper retrieved the killer’s weapon,
handing it to Wooge. The sergeant
wrapped it carefully and placed it in his
pocket.

“We can’t do much here in the dark,”
he said, striding to his car. “Let’s get
back and spread the alarm.”

The cavalcade moved away in the dark-
Ness,

The Pluckemin station, under command
of Capt. Robert G. Hamilton, boiled with
activity that night. A fellow officer had
been brutally slain without reason. The
wheels of the law Coyle had upheld were
grinding grimly in search of the man who
had killed him. There being no broad-
casting system to expedite matters at this
time, troopers were using the telephone,
contacting one state police station after
another, supplying all details of the crime
and bidding each station to notify others
immediately,

Within three hours every available state
police officer, and cooperating city offi-
cers, in New Jersey, Pennsylvania and
New York had been thrown into the
widening manhunt. The killer’s descrip-
tion—age 24, height 5 fect 6 inches,
weight 130 pounds, round-faced and dark-
complexioned—was known by every offi-
cer engaged in the search,

The companion of the trigger man was
of about the same. size. His eyes and
complexion were thought to be unusually
light. The license numbers of the red
getaway car were included in these tele-
phonic broadcasts.

A confusing report came in when sev-
eral quarry workers reported they had
seen two men in civilian clothes cruising
about the quarry shortly before the shoot.
ing. ‘These men were said to be driving a
blue Buick coupe. Their descriptions
fitted closely those of the wanted des-
peradoes and a note on the blue Buick was
circulated widely.

At 10 o’clock that night, Serget. H.C.
Thompson of the Chatham, N. J., state
police station phoned Trooper Gregovesir
during an idle moment, asking for any
new developments in the case,

“Nothing yet,” Gregovesir told his
friend wearily. “But watch out for that
red Buick touring car. It’s our best bet,
I believe.”

There was an exclamation from the
other end of the line. “A red Buick tour-
ing car? Why, one just passed through
here heading for Elizabeth. No, we didn't
stop her. A local police department told
us to watch for a red sport roadster. I'll
take care of this immediately.”

After rectifying the error, Thompson
and other troopers sped to Elizabeth.
There they enlisted the aid of the local
police. Minutes later the city was covered
with a complete dragnet.

Working like big game hunters the of-
ficers began their painstaking hunt from
the center of Elizabeth, moving outward
toward the edges of town. No street was
overlooked. Garage doors were opened,
back yards scanned carefully and scores
of residents were questioned. On the out-
skirts a tight cordon of police cars waited
hopefully in the dark. But no red Buick
was to be found. The phantom killers had
vanished without trace.

No state police station in New Jersey
was darkened that cold December night.
Through the weary hours the relentless
search went on, officers checking every
angle of the case. ‘he death of one of
their own fellow officers was an incentive
that permitted no rest. The slightest clue
was scanned intensively in the fervent
hope that it might prove of importance,

It was early the morning after the
crime when Col. Norman Tl. Schwartz
kopfand T began piecing: the murder to
gether in our office at the State house in
Trenton, N. J. Col. Schwartzkopf was
then commander of the New Jersey state
police and I, then a major, was second in
command,

We were both well-acquainted with
every fact of the case, having followed it
closely since shortly-after the shooting
of young Coyle. On the colonel’s desk
Was a lengthy report covering the results
of the investigation up to 5 o’clock that
morning. I had the killer’s gun, retrieved
by Sergt. Wooge from the police sedan.

We had discussed the case from every
angle. Everything possible was being
done, but it seemed the elusive murderers
of the young trooper were getting all the
breaks. Questioning suspects, raiding un-
derworld haunts, this was the most con-
centrated manhunt in Jersey annals up to
that time.

“We'll follow the same methods that
have been used up to now,” said the
Colonel, “Dull, routine police work will
break this case when all else fails. If we
get a break—” He spread his hands ¢lo-
quently.

“Pi check this gun myself,” I com-
mented, picking up the weapon from my
desk and looking it over again. “It might
furnish a lead.”

Examines Gun

WALKED over to the research labo-

ratory and concentrated on the exami-
nation of the killer’s gun. As I had feared,
Twas doomed to disappointment. Shallow
finger smudges were discernible on the
gun handle, but satisfactory prints were
not to be had,

The weapon was of a cheap make, man-
ufactured in 1917. [ ordered the gun taken
back to Capt. Hamilton at Pluckemin,
suggesting that he detail a man to make
a thorough canvass of firearms shops in
New Jersey and try to find the original
purchaser of the weapon.

It was about 10 o’clock that morning
When a soft voice on the telephone asked
a trooper at Pluckemin station for Capt.
Hamilton.

“The captain’s busy,” said the trooper.
“What do you want?”

“T want Hamilton,” insisted the caller.
“Tf I can’t talk to him, I’ll just let it go.”
Capt. Hamilton was called to the phone.
“Ti speaking from Bound Brook,” the

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HEAVY carpet of now
near Bound Brook, Ne jerse
wind flicked vagrant part les Of 'gnow
of leafless trees. State Troopers R@QMEE Moyle and hr
vesir were grousing amiably as their pa car bounced
narrow, slush-rutted road. :
“So we're to play nursemaid to a payroll Gregovesir Ct
mented. ‘“‘Anyway, a job like that should be a lood way to sta’
in out of the cold.”
The trooper was referring to the task assigned to them just
ten minutes earlier when the superintendant of the Chimney
Rock stone quarry phoned in to ask protection for the com-

a payroll.

police car rolled to a stop beside a cluster of low, flat-
roofed buildings and the two troopers entered the paymaster’s
office of the stone quarry. They were immediately greeted by
the plant superintendant who made no effort to hide his un-
easiness over the company’s money. He pointed to a black leather
satchel, “There’s $6,500 in that bag,” he informed them. “And

_ with that character prowling around here I haven't been able

to rest easy all afternoon. What’s more, he went by here again
just before you arrived.”

“Which way did he go?” Coyle asked.

“Toward the Mountain Road. Should be easy to spot him,
he’s wearing a cap and a long army overcoat.”

The two officers moved toward the door. “We'll round him
up,” Coyle promised confidently. “Then you won’t have any-
thing to worry about.”

Outside, the troopers buttoned their coats against the wb
freezing weather. The shadows of an early winter twilight had
already begun to gather as the police car swung in a tight arc
and gradually gained momentum,

“It may be that the guy was just ee for work,” Grego-
vesir suggested.

Coyle shook his head. “I doubt that a job hunter would hang

. around all afternoon in this kind of weather. Besides, it’s odd

that anyone would be way out here on f

They had gone less than a quarter of a mile when they spotted
the dark figure of a man hurrying along in the snow. As the
troopers approached, they noticed that the man was wearing a
cap and a long army overcoat.

“That’s our man, all right,” Gregovesir said, braking the car
to a,stop at the side of the road. Drawing their guns, the troop-
ers quickly alighted and confronted the suspect.

“What's your hurry?” Gregovesir snapped.

DETECT

of his trot nd reappeared

“Stop the coppers, and gi

Unmindful of ‘his own safety, Tro 4 i
for his gun. He got it up just as the thy ‘g!guy roar
was a spurt of orange flame and. Coyle stumped down,
gushing from the side of his face. Gregovesir wagctrying to stons
the car on the icy pavement: while getting his ‘own gun into
action. But the car skidded crazily, slid off the road and rammed
a telephone pole. The crash snapped open the front door and,
hurled Gregovesir against the door frame and out into a snow
bank. He lay still, ere stunned, while the thug scanned ©
the quiet countryside,

All was still save for the swaying wind-whipped trees, From
the ‘front seat a painful groan escaped Coyle’s lips. The sound
startled the gunman. He reached over, grasped Coyle'’s gun and |
fired two more shots into the, wounded merge’? back at point’ ©
blank range.

With the smoking gun still in his hand the Vine flung open
the door and fled wildly down the road. About fifty yards farther
on, he disappeared into a Side road,

1) hepa later Gregovesir, still dazed, was pulling himself
to a sitting position when a large red touring car roared
out of the side road and sped past. At the wheel was the trigger
happy gunman. The trooper struggled to his feet, fished out a
pencil and pad, and jotted down the license number of the red
car.
Gregovesir made his way to the blood-spattered police car
where a quick glance told him that his partner was in critical |
condition. He backed the car onto the road and sped back to |
the stone quarry office. He was met by the wide-eyed superin-
tendant. “Coyle'’s been shot,” Gregovesir. exclaimed. “Get him
to the hospital quick.”
The trooper then hurried to the office phone while the su-

TIVE (wor ll

we -

oad and rammed
front door and,
out into a snow
1¢ thug scanned

oed trees. From .

lips. The sound
Coyle’s gun and
s back at point”

thug flung open
ty yards farther

(

pulling himself
‘ring car roared
' was the trigger
et, fished out a
mber of the ‘red

tered police car
rc was in critical
id sped back to
je-eyed superin-
med. “Get him

e while the su-

About to heist a payroll, the killer (left)
was picked up by two cops; he drew a
gun and mortally wounded one of them.

perintendant sped off toward Somerset
Hospital. “i

Within ten minutes the stone quarry
and the scene of the crime were bustling
with activity. Police cars roaring in from
Pluckemin and Somerville substations dis-
gorged a score of troopers. Dusk had al-
ready settled over the countryside as Set-
geant Henry Wooge took charge of the
investigation. It was Thursday, December
18, 1924, and the fastest method of po-
lice communication then .was the tele-
phone. The sergeant had already ordered
all stations contacted by phone to be
on the lookout for the big red touring
car. Details were then organized to patrol
the roads and highways.

. “Cover every lane and side road,”
Wooge directed. “And remember, this
punk we're after is armed and danger-
ous.”

The sergeant then made a_ careful
search ef the crime scene but found
nothing of value. On the narrow side
rcad where the gunman had’ apparently
parked his car, the flashlights of Wooge
and Gregovesir picked out distinct tire
markings perfectly preserved in thé, crust-
ed snow. Wooge ordered photographs
made of the prints then he returned to
the stone quarry office.

The superintendant arrived a few, min-


76

TELEPHONE TIP-OFF

(Continued from page 58) the outset that
these men are not amateurs. The fact that
they were smart enough to use stolen
license plates, as well as to switch cars after
leaving the scene of the shooting, indicates
that they are experienced criminals.”

Walsh concurred as he opened a fresh
pack of cigarettes and lit one. “Only an
accomplished criminal could commit mur-
der and then vanish without leaving a
trace,” he said. “And here’s another thing.
The fact that he committed murder rather
than be taken in for questioning proves
he has a record.”

Wilson paced the floor thoughtfully. “Ace

cording to preconceived theories,” he said,
“those men intended to rob the quarry
office. Now, it’s my opinion that ex-
perienced heisters don’t go into a job like
that unless they know all about it. They
have to have information in advance, and
it has to be inside information they can
rely upon. To pull such a job success-
fully, expert timing is required. They
have to know when and where the money
is kept, how and when it will be paid, and
so forth.”

“Then you believe that somebody em-
ployed by the quarry people tipped them
off?” Wooge inquired, interested.

Wirson nodded. “Absolutely. Here’s what
we'll do. I want the employees of the firm
screened. Delve into their backgrounds,
find out who their friends are, what they
do after working hours. Everything. It
will take time, of course, but I’m sure it
will pay dividends.”

The names and addresses of the firm’s
seventy-odd employees were distributed
among a squad of hand-picked men. Dur-
ing the ensuing weeks the background and
daily habits of all the quarry workers
were microscopically examined. Their
activities after working hours were es-
pecially scrutinized in case they should
have some tie-in, however remote, with the
abortive holdup.

The task took two weeks to complete,
but resulted in an excellent possibility.
His name was Mike Colandrea, whose
sister, Florence, was the estranged wife
of Daniel Genese, a waterfront hoodlum.
Genese was known to both Walsh and
Wilson by reputation only. Like the
Coyle slayer, he was of medium height
and weight, and light complexioned. Also,
significantly enough, he was of Italian
parentage.

Genese, it was learned, was the Jean
Lafitte of the underworld. His lair was
the Hoboken waterfront, and his vocation,

river piracy. He had been questioned sev-
eral times regarding the theft of motor
launches which were later used in robbing
tug boats and other craft along the Hud-
son. Genese was considered big time in his
Hoboken bailiwick.

Trooper Gregovesir accompanied Walsh
and Wilson to Hoboken where he posi-
tively identified Genese’s picture as that of
the killer of his partner, Bob Coyle.

Genese’s last known address, a rooming
house on the Hoboken waterfront, was
searched from cellar to garret without un-
covering anything that would furnish a
lead to Genese’s present whereabouts. Nor
did his landlady, a_ stout, disreputable
looking woman in her late fifties, know
where he was. She swore that she hadn't
seen the suspect in several months.

The trio drove back to the Pluckemin
barracks, picking up Mike Colandrea on
the way. A huge, swarthy complexioned
man, Colandrea was visibly nervous as
detectives questioned him on his brother-
in-law’s whereabouts.

“I haven’t seen Danny in months,” he
said worriedly. “Last time I heard he was
working in New York.”

“Whereabouts in New York?” pressed
Wilson. i .

Colandrea said he didn’t know. He was
stunned to hear that Genese was the
number one suspect in the murder of
Trooper Coyle. .

“Didn’t he pump you for data -concern-
ing the quarry?” Wilson ‘asked sharply.

Colandrea paled and nodded. Clasping
and unclasping his hands, he said, “Yes,
but so help me, I didn’t know what he
was up to. People often ask me about
the kind of work we do there. That’s why
I didn’t think anything of Dan’s questions.
Later, when I read in the papers about
the cops looking for a light complexioned
suspect with a police record, I got worried.
I remembered Danny’s interest in the
quarry, and got to wondering if I talked too
much,

“You sure did,” Wilson said grimly. -

“Where is Genese now?”

“I don’t know, I swear it.”

“When did you see him last?”

Colandrea pondered a moment. “It was
around last Christmas, I think. He drops
in every once in a while to see Florence.
We live out at Mt. Horab.”

Several hours of questioning failed to
make Colandrea admit having knowledge
of Genese’s whereabouts. Nor could the
quarry employee recognize his brother-in-
law’s dark complexioned companion from
the sketchy description furnished by
Trooper Gregovesir.

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Colandrea was eventually released with
a warning not to leave -the state. The in-
vestigators were unanimous in believing
him entirely innocent of any wrongdoing.
He had unwittingly played into Genese’s
hands by divulging information about the
quarry payroll.

Meanwhile, the entire Hoboken water-
front was turned inside out in an effort to
apprehend the cop killer. Detectives, dis-
guised as river characters, roamed Genese’s
known haunts hoping to pick up a clue to
his hideout. It availed them nothing, how-
ever. Genese had vanished as completely
as chalk rubbed off a blackboard.

Weeks passed with no word of the fugi-
tive. Working discreetly, Wilson and Walsh
secured permission from a neighbor of the
Colandreas in Mt. Horab to secrete them-
selves in his home. From a room on the
second floor they had an excellent view
of the two-story Colandrea home. During
the long, dreary winter nights, the two
Jersey City detectives kept their vigil. They
were frequently relieved by Sergeant
Wooge and Trooper Gregovesir.

Then, shortly after midnight on Febru-
ary 5th, 1925, a sleek looking black road-
ster pulled into the dirt driveway of the
Colandrea home. Wooge, who was watch-
ing the premises while his partner slept,
stiffened as a medium height, well-dressed
figure slipped unobtrusively from the car
and entered the house.

The house, which had been in total
darkness, suddenly became alive. Lights
appeared on the lower floor and shades
were hastily drawn.

Wooge awakened Gregovesir and ex-
plained what he had seen. “I’ll bet my
stripes against a plugged nickel that that
was Danny Genese,” he said. “Get your
gun ready and let’s go!”

Noiselessly, the two men covered the
intervening space between the two houses.
With drawn guns Gregovesir covered the
rear, while Wooge climbed the porch steps
and tried the front door. It was unlocked.
Slipping inside without a sound, he could
hear a babble of excited voices coming
from a room at the far end of the hall.
The kitchen, he reasoned.

Tiptoeing quietly, Wooge edged slowly
along the dimly-lit hall towards the voices.
He prayed that no creaking floorboard
would give his presence away. Two feet
from the kitchen door he heard a woman’s
voice address somebody in the room as
“Danny.” ' His hunch was right. Danny
Genese, cop killer, was in the next room.

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While reaching in his pocket
for his pencil, Philip Ochokofsky,
of Los Angeles, California, dis-
covered instead a diamond ring.
He gave it to his wife. A few days
later she took it to a jeweler for
cleaning. She was nearly floored
when she was told the ring was
worth at least $12,000.

When Mr. Ochokofsky heard of
it he took the ring to the sheriff’s
office to be claimed by its owner.
However, he had one complaint to
make: whoever left the ring in
his pocket took his pencil and it
was his favorite one.

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young man who was leaning against the
wall, drinking a glass of vino, The three
people in the room blinked at him with
surprise.

“Okay, Danny,” he said crisply, “raise
your hands, and don’t try any tricks!”

Genese, a defiant sneer on his face, slowly
complied. His wife, Florence, screamed and
threw herself into her brother’s arms,
sobbing. Trooper Gregovesir entered a
moment later and snapped the handcuffs on
Genese’s wrists. He was carefully frisked
for a gun, but none was found.

Taken to the Pluckemin barracks, hours
of questioning failed to shake Genese into
a confession. Major Kimberling, who had
rushed from Trenton, tried a ruse.

“Listen, Genese,” he said, “you haven’t
a chance. We not only have Trooper
Gregovesir’s positive identification of you
as the man who shot Coyle, but what’s more
important, we have a silent witness which
places you definitely at the scene of the
murder.”

Genese measured Kimberling with .a
quick glance but said nothing.

Kimberling continued, “We found your
gun where you had dropped it, and for-
tunately for us, your prints were all over
it: With them we have an open and shut
case against you.”

Genese studied Kimberling for several

moments, then nodded. “Yes, I shot
Coyle,” he said calmly. “I didn’t mean to,
but I got excited when he went for his
gun. He missed the gun I had taped to my
left leg when he searched me a few minutes
earlier. That’s how I got the drop on him.”

The theory of the shoulder holster there-
fore had been wrong.

Genese named John Anderson, who lived
in Jersey City, as his accomplice. Several
hours later a party of detectives, led by
Lieutenant Walsh, raided a rooming house
at 37 Essex Street. Anderson, who was
dressing to go out, offered nc resistance.

Brought before Colonel Schwartzkopf,
the two men admitted that they intended
to rob the quarry payroll on the day of
the murder. At first they planned to use
the blue Buick while pulling the job, but
changed their minds and used Anderson’s
red touring car instead. After switching
cars in Plainfield, they continued on to
Staten Island, and thence to New York City
via South Ferry. The red Buick, they said,
was at present in a Pearl Street garage.

A thorough investigation into the lives
of Florence Genese and her brother, Mike
Colandrea, was made. It resulted in both
being cleared of any connection with the
slaying of Trooper Coyle.

The cop killer, Daniel Genese, went on
trial for his life before Judge Charles W.
Parker in the Somerset County Court on
March 30th, 1925. Prosecutor A. M. Beek-
man prepared the case against Genese. The
trial came to a close several days later
with a verdict of murder in the first degree
without recommendation of mercy. John
Anderson, turning state’s evidence, pleaded
guilty to a charge of accessory before and
after the fact. He was given a year in the
penitentiary at hard labor.

Genese walked the last mile on the night
of December 15th, 1925, paying with his
life for slaying a heroic police officer.

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The name Mike Colandrea, used in
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petrators, Daniel Genese and John An-

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back into his chair. The Killer jerked a thumb at the ring.
“Be sure you get the headlight,” he ordered one of the men.

He whirled sideways. The hand of another man was travel-
ing stealthily toward his hip pocket. Thrusting his gun
against the man’s right eye, Cuniffe barked:

“Don’t think you're tough just because you're that guy’s
bodyguard.”

Ice Wagon Crowley quickly reached into the man’s pocket
and relieved him of the gun. They worked with incredible
speed, each mobster doing his job methodically. In less time
than it takes to tell it, they were backing out of the restaurant
with a small fortune in money and gems.

Outside, the man in police uniform jumped forward, shoved
the doorman out of the way, swung open the car door and
leaped under the steering. wheel. The engine had been left
running. The others piled in and he sent the sedan leaping
away from the curb. As it swerved into Sixth Avenue, a
police siren sounded in the distance. But by the time the
detectives arrived, the bandit car had made a clean getaway.

bt home DALY and Manny sprang from their car and
dashed into the café with drawn guns. They had been
summoned by a waiter who had used the kitchen telephone.
One glance told them that most of the customers had hur-
riedly slipped out; only a few stragglers remained. The big
bootleggers didn’t care to be asked questions by the police.
The detectives felt certain that the people in the speakeasy
undoubtedly knew who the bandits were, but all insisted they
had never seen the men before. From the waiter’s descrip-
tion, however, they had no difficulty recognizing Cuniffe.
Later that night, Captain John A. Lyons of the 3rd De-
tective Division, with headquarters at 67th Street, between
Third and Lexington Avenues, received news of the holdup.
The tall, tanned officer, with the shock of gray hair
above his young face, stared at his desk thoughtfully
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underworld, it didn’t take him along to link Killer Cuniffe’s
name with the robbery, but no one would identify the new
gangleader. The waiter stared in frightened confusion at his
picture and shook his head. “That’s not him,” he insisted.

The Captain put detectives to work to discover who the
men were who formed the Killer’s gang, and to locate Cuniffe
and keep him under surveillance.

“We can’t hold him for anything yet,” Lyons said, “but
unless I’m mistaken he’s just beginning. We've got to be
able to put our hands on him the moment he commits a crime
we can pin on him.”

That night began a long battle of wits between the Killer.
and the resourceful, and uncannily shrewd Captain. The
police officer didn’t underestimate his adversary; he knew
that the quality of bravado displayed by Cuniffe, in holding
up the 45th Street café, was that of a powerful gang leader.

His sleuths soon discovered that the Killer was spending a
lot of time with a red-haired girl named Irene on West 65th
Street. They kept this address under surveillance for several
weeks, and the redhead continued to go in and come out at
intervals, but Cuniffe rarely visited the place after the first
few days.

The Captain guessed that the mobster had become aware
that the, police were on his track and had slipped into another
hideout, while still visiting the place often enough during the
first few days to make it seem as though he were living there.
Other detectives learned that he paid frequent visits to a
speakeasy on upper Third Avenue in the Bronx, and: sleuths
were watching this place, too. They still couldn’t be sure who
his confederates were, as he was rarely seen in the company
of any one but the girl, Irene.

They visited the home of his mother, a pathetic figure, who
was completely bewildered and horrified by the criminal
actions of her wayward son. She kept repeating tearfully:

“He never comes home any more. If only his father hadn’t
died when he was little! I could (Continued on page 113)

The interior of the Ninth Avenue Elevated
station at 42nd Street, scene of the show-
down between police and the “Secret Six.”
(Below) Detective John Cordes, whom
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his weapon. With one of those lightning-
like movements for which he was noted,
the Killer sprang. At the same time he
dropped his own gun into his pocket. His
left hand caught Knox’s gun-hand, his
right fist caught the gangster hard and
flush on the chin. Knox went down like
a sack of meal,

“You bum!” snapped Cuniffe.

He stooped, picked the man’s gun from
his pocket. Straightening, he faced the
girl. She was flushed with excitement.

“You sure pack a longshoreman’s wal-
lop,” she said admiringly, a hard smile
in her eyes.

“Yeah,” he agreed, smashing a fist into .

her small face. The punch carried her
against the wall. Thrusting his face close
to hers, he bellowed: “Get this! No
dame’s givin’ me the air for one of my
men!”

Her mouth moved jerkily,- but she
didn’t answer.

Cuniffe dragged Knox to his feet, hauled
him into the apartment hallway where
he threw him over his shoulder. No one
saw him carry the limp form down the
stairs and out of the building. Outside, a
shadowy figure came swiftly forward.
It was Ice Wagon Crowley. Together they
dragged the unconscious gangster to a
parked sedan and threw him into the
rear. The Killer climbed in after him,
and Crowley took the wheel.

HEY cruised around for a time, and

Knox began to revive. It was four
o’clock in the morning when they turned
down Ninth Avenue and into 52nd Street,
slowing as they neared the Greck Catholic
Church. No one was on the streets at
that hour. During the ride none of the
three had spoken; Knox had regained
consciousness and was nursing his chin.
Now as the sedan came to a stop, Cuniffe
ordered:

“Get out!” and gave Knox a savage
shove.

Googoo stumbled from the car, onto the
pavement. The Killer let him walk a
few steps befqre whisking his gun into
position and firing. His bullet spun the
mobster half around and dropped him
backwards, dead. As windows went up
along the street, the sedan speeded up,
turned the corner and disappeared. No
one had seen the license number,

When he reached his hideout, Irene
was there. She asked no questions and
he behaved as if nothing had happened.
The following morning, she read in the
papers that the body of Googoo Knox
had been found lying in front of the Greek
Catholic Church, and that the police had
no clue as to the identity of his slayer.

It wasn’t until some time later that
the detectives working on the case learned
what had happened. “Even when they
did, there was no real evidence to link
Cuniffe with the murder. The detectives
who had been shadowing the Third Ave-
nue hangout, recognized Knox as one
of the men who had visited the place
when Cuniffe was inside, and knew he
must have been one of the gang.

Lyons now redoubled his efforts to
keep an eye on the Killer, but this proved
increasingly difficult, as Cuniffe, sensing
that the authorities were closing in on
him, moved rapidly. from one hideout to
another.. As the Captain predicted, it
wasn’t long before he and his gang struck
again. This time it was the Mathews
Soda’ Water Company on First Avenue,
Manhattan.

Pedestrians passing the Mathews Com-
pany at noon saw a sedan drive up to
the door and four men step out. On the
sidewalk a man in police uniform hap-
pened to be strolling by. He paid no
heed to the four men who entered the

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building, hands stuffed in their overcout
pockets. A block away, a traffic cop
noticed the policeman and assumed he
Was in officer on the beat.

When the men were inside, the one
in the fend pulled out a gun and) ad-
vanced to a rear’ office, where the pay-
master and two other employees were
busily counting out the payroll and put-
ting it into envelopes. They stopped
working as the four armed men pushed
into the room and closed the hall door.
In a flat ‘tone, the bow-legged one an-
nounced :

“It’s a holdup. Hand over the cash?

As he spoke, he waved his automatic
to cover the three employees. The lat-
ter were unarmed and couldn’t reach the
gun in a drawer behind them. The pay-
master stared into the four muazles and
the vicious faces of the bandits, and de-
cided to obey the command. With un-
canny swiftness, the tall man scooped the
money into a small sack, and, in less than
two minutes, the gangsters were backing
through the door with more than $13,000.

ACKNOWLEDGMENT of ERROR

An article was published in the
October, 1934, issue of this magazine
concerning the circumstances surround-
ing the death of Susan, Mummy in
Ringtown Valley, Pennsylvania. The
murderer, Albert Shinsky, was appre-
hended, found insane and incarcerated
in an institution.

At that time, it was stated in this
magazine that Mrs. Mummy had the
reputation of being a witchwoman,
versed in “hexcraft’” and that her son-
in-law, Stanley Keres, had been “hexed”
by her, and that there had been ill
feeling between the two.

Investigation shows that Mrs. Mummy
was a respected member of the com-
munity, was not versed in “witch-
craft”, did not practice the black arts,
and that her relations with her son-in-
law were friendly and normal at all
times.—The Editors, 2

So swiftly and silently had the rob-
bery been staged, that the other cmployees
in the building were completely unaware
of what had happened. The mobsters
were in the hall, making for the entrance,
when a muffled shot came from the street,
Instantly, they broke into a run, dashed
for the sidewalk where the man in police-
man’s uniform had already Jeaped behind
the wheel of the car. The others piled in.

The driver had the sedan under way
before the leader, the last to leave the
building, reached it. “Get going!” the
latter ordered, and jumped on the run-
ning board. His sharp eyes had seen the
traffic cop running up from the corner.
Now he leveled his pistol at the officer.
While one of his men held him onto the
car, he showered lead at, the policeman.

Passers-by ducked into doorways, women
screamed, employees poured out of build-
ings. The gang car tore on, ignoring all
traffic signals. The man at the wheel
drove coolly, skilfully, as he dodged in and
out, finally sending the sedan around
a corner where it disappeared from sight.

An alarm was telephoned, and, within
a, few minutes, police sirens sounded and

’ detectives began to arrive, Luckily the

traffic officer had not been hurt. Detectives
went speeding in pursuit of the bandit
car, picked up the trail, then lost it again,
Other sleuths questioned the | terror-
stricken employees. Irom their descrip-
tions of the robbery, Lyons, Jater in the
day, recognized the Cuniffe trademark.

His eyes coritracted in deep concen-
tration. He sat for some time, staring
at his desk. Then, at last, he sent for
one of his young detectives, John Cordes,:
and said:

‘Z want you to find out who the six men
are who make up the Cuniffe mob. Locate
their hangouts and mecting places. Don't
make any arrests.”

A shrewd plan was forming in_ his
mind. Cordes regarded his superior; he
oer Lyons wasn’t underestimating the
job.

The Captain was silent for a moment,
then said slowly:

“Cuniffe staged this last holdup like a
general in wartime might plan a surprise
attack. It was carried out with unusual
precision, Obviously, each man had been
trained to do a particular part. We've
got to find out where they got the police-
man’s uniform they’re using for their out-
side guard. One thing is certain—we're
up_against a gang leader with brains.”

Cordes nodded: “Not many mobs turn
their guns loose on police officers,” he
said. He was thinking of the way the
leader had fired pointblank at the traffic
officer.

“That's just it,” agreed Lyons. “This
fellow Cuniffe is a killer at heart. Human
life means nothing to him. He’s kill-crazy.”

That day, Detective Cordes began his
work of tracking down New York’s tough-
est mob. Other detectives were examin-
ing the witnesses, trying to get them to
identify photographs from the rogues’
gallery in the hope of discovering who
Cuniffe’s ‘five mobsters were. But. all
those present at the holdup insisted they
hadn’t taken in the details of the men’s
appearances. The authorities realized
that once more they were up against the
same problem—people were so afraid of
Cuniffe and his gang that they wouldn't
identify them. One or two hesitantly
picked out the leader’s photograph, and
several told about the bow-legs and
scarred face of the blond gunman, but
stated emphatically that they - probably
wouldn’t be able to recognize him if they
were confronted with him. °

N° one had taken the license number
of the holdup car, Detectives dis-
covered a man in the Bronx who owned
a small truck, and he told them that two
men had come up behind him, the day
before, when he was parked on a deserted
side street. Stepping on the running
board beside him, one had engaged him
in conversation while a second had _ hit
him over the head with a crowbar, knock-
ing him senseless. When he regained
consciousness, his license plates had been
stolen.

The police shrewdly guessed that these
were the plates used in the robbery, for
the man identified the picture of Guniffe
as the one who had approached him and
climbed on his running board. All
through Manhattan and environs, the
police were searching for a: car bearing
those plates. Roads and bridges leading
out of the city had been watched from
the first few minutes after the robbery.
but a week later no new evidence had
been unearthed.

* * *

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what was happening within the mob.
which later was revealed in detail. Cuniffe
considered the midtown section of New
York his, and would brook no interference
from other gangs: His face hardened
into a hideous grimace when he received
news that a new mob had formed in
the section, and that they intended to
wipe him out. With several of his gun-
men, he stepped into his sedan shortly

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As Jacko Moore, at the wheel, started
the engine, Irene came dashing out of
the apartment house. With a leap she
sprang nimbly onto the running board.

“I’m coming, too. You promised I
could,” she said breathlessly.

“Oh, all right,” said Cuniffe, opening
the door and pulling her into the back
seat beside him.

“Where are we going?” she demanded.

“Oh just riding around,’ he replied
vaguely.

Jacko Moore drove slowly up one street
and down another in the western part of
the midtown section. The Killer and Ice
Wagon Crowley kept peering intently up
each street.. They had drawn their guns
and held them relaxed in their laps. They
didn’t seem to notice that the girl had
quietly slipped one small hand into her
purse and taken out a snub-nosed revolver.
They were cruising on Ninth Avenue when
Cuniffe, glancing down 58th Street, sud-
denly sat more erect.

HERE’S Tom Downey signaling to
us. They must be walking along 58th.
Shove the bus down there, Jacko.”

Moore turned and steered slowly down
58th toward Eighth Avenue. At that
moment Detectives Davis and Baker hap-
pened to be walking up 58th Street. They
had been detailed to keep a sharp lookout
in the neighborhood for Cuniffe and his
henchmen. They noticed the sedan mov-
ing slowly toward them, then saw two
men dodge across the street. A _ third
— was waving his arms about. Baker
said:

“T wonder what that fellow’s doing?”

The words had scarcely left his mouth
when’ a volley of shots rang out. With a
bound the sleuths went leaping forward.
The firing was coming from the slow-
moving sedan. Jerking his gun out, Baker
shouted:

“Keep your eyes on that fellow in the
doorway! I’ll take the car!”

The machine was coming toward them,
spraying bullets in its path. The wild
cries of frightened pedestrians mingled
with the sound of gun-fire and shattering
glass. The two detectives were returning
the shots. As the sedan cime nearer, a
figure leaned out of a rear window, sent
several shots crashing about the officers’
heads.

“Tt’s a woman!” yelled Baker as the car
raced toward them.

Baker made a dash for the building
into which the signaling man had van-
ished, and turned to fire once more as the
car came abreast. An arc light showed the
detectives the face of a girl leaning out
of the rear window. “It’s coppers!” she
yelled and fired pointblank at them. Baker
whirled. He and Davis emptied their
guns, while bullets rained around them.

A man near by tumbled, twisting as
he fell.

The car tore on, turned the corner and
passed from view. Davis darted for a tele-
phone, sent in a riot call. Soon police
sirens added their wailing to the hectic
scene.

Baker was guarding the building en-
trance. when Davis ran into the street
once more. The terror-stricken people
were picking themselves up from the side-
walk where they had thrown themselves.
The crowd realized that the shooting was
over, and the tension relaxed. Near him,
Davis heard a low moan. He ran for-
ward, saw that it came from a man lying
motionless, his face resting on his forearm.

Dropping on one knee, he found that
the man was barely conscious. On the
sidewalk not far away, a violin lay -“
tered. The man was Paul Micheled.
musician who played in a theatre. He

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had been walking to his home at 344
West 58th Street after a performance.
Davis, seeing that he was badly hurt,
sent some one to call an ambulance. No
one else seemed to have been wounded.
From the distance came the noise of more
firing.

A police car came tearing up the street
with Detectives Cronin and Lawless in it.
Davis and Baker pointed:

“It went that way! Still shooting!”

The police car didn’t slacken speed but
went dashing in pursuit of the gangsters.
Ordering people to stay with the wounded
man, Davis joined his partner in the
building entrance. A few feet to one
side, his eyes caught a glint of steel. He
stooped to pick up an automatic pistol,
and quickly slipped it into his pocket.

“We've got that fellow bottled up in
here,” said Baker. “I know this build-
ing and there’s no rear entrance.”

It was an old four-story house which
had been turned into an office building.
_ “Come on! Let’s get him!” Davis
said.

It was dark inside and they couldn’t find
the light switch. They knew they were
open targets, but both turned on their
flashlights. While’ Baker mounted the
stairs, Davis swiftly went through the
rooms on the first floor. At a shout from
above, he leaped up the steps to join
his artner,

e’s heading for the roof!” called
Baker.

They took the last flight of steps three
at a time. On the top landing, their
electric torches played full in the face of
a red-haired man who stood quietly wait-
ing for them to reach him. His voice
was calm as he asked nonchalantly:

“What's all the excitement?”

Without answering, Baker grabbed him,
pinioned his arms while Davis frisked him.
He had no weapon on him. He refused
to give his name, saying he was an honest
citizen calling on some one in the neigh-
borhood, and that when the shooting
started, he had run into the building. In
spite of his protestations, they took him
back to Headquarters, where it was dis-
covered that he was Tom Downey, who
the police had now discovered was one
of Cuniffe’s mobsters. They suspected
that the gun found near the building’s en-
trance had been one he had thrown there
when he saw the detectives had spotted
him. However, he disclaimed ‘all knowl-
edge of it, and insisted he hadn’t known
the people in the car.

EANWHILE, Cronin and Lawless had

‘chased the sedan, but lost it at 53rd
and Ninth Avenue. The occupants had
done their best to mow down a _ police
officer who tried to stop them two blocks
beyond the 58th Street fight. The latter
had stepped boldly into the path of the es-
caping Hudson sedan, and, leveling his re-
volver, had shouted ‘for it to stop. The
driver had sent. the car swerving skilfully
around him while the gangsters poured
lead from its windows. He returned their
fire. Luckily, they didn’t hit him.

The seriously wounded musician had
been removed to Roosevelt Hospital where
he hovered between life and death for
several days. He later recovered, how-
ever.

That night, a look of concern swept
across Captain Lyons’ face as he received
news of the street gun-battle. As the
machine came abreast of them, Baker and
Davis believed they had seen Cuniffe in
the rear. Several of the people who had
been in the street picked out his photo-
graph as one of the men in the car. The
boldness of the Killer and his men in
firing on the police officers, bore out

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in which -he
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told Oscar he
of girls about
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behind a bush.

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I had a couplin’ pin, a rope, and a picce
of rubber hose to use as one of them
there siphon things. Ike had give me his
25 caliber automatic. I slipped off my
shoes and tiptoed up to the car when
Ike and Oscar drove up.

“T throwed the gun on Oscar an’ told
him to put his hands up. He wouldn’t do
it and went to squawking. I hit him over
the head to make him quit yelling; hit
him with the coupling pin. Then I had
the rope with the loop tied on one end
and I hooked: it over the latch of the
left door. I handed it to Ike and Ike
tied Oscar’s arms behind him.

“But Oscar was so strong he got one
arm loose and got out of the car on us,
and I hit him again with the couplin’ pin.
I knocked him to his knees. Ike and

‘me then took the rope and put one end

around his neck and choked him to death.
Then we took the rope loose, carried him
around and put him in the back seat.

“ E drove him to where the car was
found and-we drawed some gasoline
out of the tank into a syrup bucket and
throwed it on the body. First Ike drawed
some gasoline, and then I drawed some.
We drawed out all the gasoline we could
get and throwed it on and then I struck
a match, with Ike .watchin’ me as I
throwed it into the car. It blew the top
off the car. Then we turned north, both
of us crossed the wire fence, ran across
the woods pretty close to the Brenner’s
house and up the road to where Ike’s
truck was. Then we went home. I’m
shore bothered about it all now.”
Massie arrested Dawson and, when the

' latter was brought into Braden’s presence,

the pair locked themselves in each other’s
arms and sobbed and blubbered over the
“boob” parts they had played in the plot
conceived by Edwards.

‘““Would you believe it, ‘Luck,’” Daw-
son sobbed, “I was figgerin’ to kill you.”

“Yes, I know,” Braden blubbered, “but
I can’t hold that against you. Rufe was
makin’ boobs of both of us.”

Edwards’ arrest followed. He was told
that Braden and‘ Dawson had confessed.
His confession promptly followed. Later,
after admitting the plot to kill his step-

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son, Mdwards sought to justify his act. He
contended that it was Bushart, not he,
who killed Johnson near Mount’ Vernon,
Indiana. He said it was Bushart, not
Ross, who had killed Claibourne, an al-
leged accomplice in the Johnson murder.

Thus, Edwards claimed that Bushart
was a murderer and should be killed. He
denied that the boy was slain so that
$4,000 life insurance could be collected.

“The reason he was killed was because
he wouldn’t work and was a drag on me,”
the stepfather stated.

Braden and Dawson were held in the
Oregon County jail at Alton. Edwards
was taken to Poplar Bluff for safe-keeping
after Dawson admitted the realtor had
hired him to kill Braden.

Dawson’s case was transferred to But-
ler County, where on April Ist, 1935, he
entered a plea of guilty to first degree
murder and was sentenced to life imprison-
ment. He was held in jail, however, as
a witness against his accomplices.

Braden and Edwards obtained a change
of venue to the Howell County court.
Braden pleaded guilty when his case was
called, and Judge H. D. Green delayed
sentence until after Edwards’ trial.

A jury of Ozark hillfolkk heard the
realtor’s accomplices testify against him.
The jury found him guilty June 15th,
1935, but he was saved from the. gallows
when his punishment was fixed at life im-
prisonment.

Two days later, Judge Green sentenced
both him and Braden.

“Your crime,” the Judge told them
“ig beyond comprehension. Neither of you
deserves any mercy, and you may thank
your stars the jury gave you life instead
of death—though I think your punish-
ment behind bars will be worse than
death.”

The Judge denounced Edwards for
“taking advantage of the ignorance of
the two actual slayers.’ Braden, he
pointed out, was unable to read or write
and’ Dawson was. virtually without
education.

With Dawson, Edwards and Braden
were taken to the state penitentiary at
Jefferson City immediately after they
were sentenced.

Smashing New York’s “Secret Six”

(Continued from page 48)

never do anything with him.”

The officers felt sorry for her. They
shadowed her home, but, as she said, the
Killer never went near her.

As Lyons had surmised, Cuniffe was
living in another apartment, as yet un-
known to the police. The redhead was
with him. Her eyes had. glittered when
he described ‘the 45th Street holdup.

“Gee,” she murmured regretfully, “I
wished you’d let me go along.”

“You sure are tough,” said the Killer
and grinned.

He was crazy about her; she.was the
toughest girl he had ever encountered.
He had taught her to use a gun, and
she could shoot as well as most men. The
members of his mob didn’t like having
a girl around so much,.but put up with
it because they had confidence that by
sticking with Cuniffe, they’d eventually
become the most powerful gang in’ the
East, and, at the same time, succeed in
keeping out of jail.

One night,. the leader sent word to his
men that he’d be out of town for a few
days. He kept under cover the next
day, and, at midnight, slipped quietly
around to the old 65th Street house, which
the police had now ceased to shadow. He

climbed softly to the second floor, and
put his ear against the door of his for-
mer apartment. A low murmur of voices
came from within, but he couldn’t dis-
tinguish the words. ;

Cautiously he inserted his key, unlocked
the door and, quick as an eel, slipped
inside. His red-haired sweetheart was
standing on the other side of the room.
She was in the arms of Googoo Knox. She
looked across, said “hello” in a frightened
sort of way, while Knox’s arms dropped
to his sides.

UNIFFE didn’t speak. He stood with |

his bowed legs spread, regarding the
couple with a look of savage hate. IKnox’s
right hand moved stealthily toward his
hip pocket. Cuniffe whipped his auto-
matic into position. Irene shrugged, a
flush of anger sagas with the red of
her hair. If the Killer had expected her
to cower at the sight of the gun, he was
disappointed. Her white teeth came down
hard over her lower lip. Then she
shouted: ;
“What do you mean spying on me?”
The leader ignored her, keeping his
eyes on Knox who had gone gray to
the lips. Now the henchman dove for

rashes, athlete’s foot, eruptions, or other externally

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“BY HUBERT DAIL
and D. A. HARRISON

. The Story Thus Far:

HANG preyed upon New York City for several years,
viciously robbing and murdering in“open contempt of
the Law, James “Killer” Cuniffe, leader of the group of
bandits known as the “Secret Six,” is arrested and given
an indefinite sentence to Blackwell’s Island for gun-toting
when the authorities are unable to hold him on more serious
charges. After a short time in the island penitentiary,
Cuniffe escapes, and decides to transfer the scene of his
nefarious activities to New Jersey. While lying low in
Elizabeth, New Jersey, until the faces of the gang are some-
what dimmed in the memories of the police, new recruits
are added to pull off minor jobs to supply the gang with
money. One of their victims is James Gallagher of the Perth
Amboy Trust Company, robbed while en route with the
$14,000 payroll for the Stillman, Delehanty and Ferris Con-
struction Company.

While biding his time in Elizabeth, Ice Wagon Crowley
meets and falls in love with a local girl, Frances Harris, and
casts all caution to the winds in order to be with her. He is
finally recognized, arrested and tried for the murder of
Patrolman Thomas whom he shot and killed during the
holdup of a New York taxi driver. Cuniffe goes to the aid
of his henchman and effectively intimidates the State’s chief
witness. .

The latter thereupon repudiates his testimony, and Ice
Wagon is acquitted.

Sergeant Michael Manning, now Cap-
tain of the Elizabeth, New Jersey,
Police, inspects the sub-machine gun
found in the Pierce Arrow which was
abandoned by Cuniffe and Crowley

Cuniffe, deciding that for Ice Wagon’s own good the girl
must be sent away, seeks out Frances, arranges that she
leave Elizabeth for Newark, then falls in love with her
himself.

He continues to meet her and on one of their supposedly
secret dates at an Atlantic City roadhouse, the outraged
Ice Wagon suddenly appears, gun in hand.

There is a showdown, and though Ice Wagon throws his
gun on the table, there is bad blood between the two gun-
men from that time on.

Cuniffe, when not visiting Frances, busies himself with
plans for the most spectacular crime of his career—the hold-
P of the huge Merck Chemical Company near Rahway,

ew Jersey. After months of preparation, he and eleven
aides enter the 200-acre grounds, late one night, break into
several buildings and take $80,000 worth of drugs and $2,000
in cash. He and the gang then hide out in a large house
on the outskirts of South Plainfield. Chief Cornelius C. Mc-
Carthy learns of their presence and has the place watched.
At midnight, when he is certain that the gangsters are
within, he and officers from near-by towns break into the
house. “»

The lower floor is empty.

“They must be here,” McCarthy whispers. “They’re
probably waiting for us to mount the stairs. They can get
us easy as we go up.” Then, in massed formation, with guns
gripped firmly, the officers start to ascend to the second

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from the hospital stores.

Before a minute had elapsed they were
outside, with only the stretch of river
between them and the glittering sky-
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Killer flattened himself against the build-
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helped deaden their footsteps and hide
their escape. Swiftly, they ran alqng beside
the building for a moment, then the Killer
turned abruptly and headed for the river,
the two others at his heels.

As they reached the water, they could
hear voices and running footsteps behind
them, but the falling snow completely
obscured the pursuers. Bum_ shivered as
he stared down at the fast-flowing river,
but Cuniffe pulled off his shoes and with-
out a word, let himself silently into the
freezing water. Bum followed; so did the
third man named McCormack. They
swam for the pier a few yards away.

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They couldn’t see it because of the
blanket of mist, but the leader knew
where it ought to be. Lifting his head,
Cuniffe strained his eyes, finally saw the
pilings, but the launch which should have
been waiting for them, wasn’t there. They
couldn’t turn back. Already lights were
penetrating the blackness behind them.
Shouts came muffled through the snow-
storm. But they couldn’t stay long in this
icy water and live. For the first time in
his criminal career, Cuniffe didn’t know
the next move. :

Has Ice Wagon failed his chief? Will
Cuniffe and his two companions make
good their escape, or will the icy water
force them to surrender? For further de-
tails regarding this elusive band of vicious
criminals, be sure to read the next install-
ment in the May issue of TRUE DETECTIVE,
which will be on sale at all news stands
April 5th.

Crushing the Fantastic Nazi Spy Plot

’ (Continued from page 39)

eagerly enough. Profession? Piano tuner.
What were these negatives? Pictures for
some German aviation magazines for

which he wrote as a sideline. What’s the:

name of one of them? The magazine
Luftreise, meaning “Air T'ravel.”

Roberts thumbed through the papers,
which appeared to be letters describing
the subject matter of the negatives. He
saw that some of them were signed “Sex.”
That, Lonkowski explained, was the name
he used to sign cables—to save money.

LTHOUGH Roberts had no inkling of
his prisoner’s importance, he was
thorough. He didn’t believe there had
been any customs violation, but thought
the Army Intelligence Service should take
a look at the negatives, inasmuch as they
concerned aviation.

He let Lonkowski cool his toes in cus-
tody that night and the next day he was
questioned again in the presence of Major
Stanley Grogan of “G-2”, the Army In-
telligence.

Lonkowski was humility personified.
Ach yes, said the ex-flying ace. He was
a piano tuner, but'he took a keen interest
in aviation, and hoped to learn to fly
some day.

Grogan squinted at a negative. “That
plane’s landing gear,” he said, “makes me
think it’s an Army ship.”

“Oh, yes,” said Lonkowski. “But noth-
ing secret, I assure you. I copied that
out of Popular Mechanics, or maybe it
was the magazine Aviation. I do not
remember; I copy from so many American
magazines.”

Grogan read aloud one of the_letters
which had been translated into English,
and tried to make sense of its jumbled
phrases. “With reference to a previous re-
port about velocity ammunition,” it
stated, “I was to have received from an
officer, the officer has already contacted
Von Papen.”

“Who is Von Papen? Are you sure he
is not the German ambassador to Aus-
tria, the same Von Papen who was ex-
pelled from this country, just before we
went into the World War, for espionage
and sabotage activities?”

“JT don’t know,” said Lonkowski. “Maybe
there are many men named Von Papen.
T am not a soldier. I don’t know.”

“Do you work for the German Govern-
ment?” Grogan shot at him.

Tonkowski seemed unable to under-
stand, “Lam not a Government employee,”
he said, apparently bewildered. “I am a

piano tuner. Right now, I should be
tuning an old lady’s piano. May I go
now, please?”

He seemed so simple! And there had
been nothing to indicate German espi-
onage in this country.

Lonkowski’s failure to come home on
the night of the 28th caused Mrs. Lon-
kowski to rush into her young landlady’s
bedroom the next morning, crying:

“George was not home all night. He
said he was going to sec some friends on
the Europa. I’m afraid he’s in trouble.”

Still this girl did not suspect. She
thought Lonkowski had been arrested for
intoxication or had been run over by an
auto. She urged Mrs. Lonkowski to phone
the Hempstead police and have them in-
vestigate.

But Mrs. Lonkowski instead telephoned
Dr. Griebl.

“No, I’ve heard-nothing,” he said. “Keep
calm. Remain quiet. I will check.”

An hour later, the telephone -rang and
Mrs. Lonkowski jumped to it. From her
eager responses, it was obvious that she
was talking to her husband.

She bustled off, calling out: “It’s all
right. I’ve got to get some things out
of the bank.”

HORTLY after noon, while Senta was
home from her shop for lunch, Lon-
kowski rushed in, upset and nervous. He
said breathlessly: “I was arrested on the
dock by Customs people. They found
some films in my pocket. I finally talked
myself out of it. They told me to come
back in three days. Now I’ve got to get
out of here.”

He shoved a roll of bills into the wo-
man’s hand. “Here’s a thousand dollars.
Keep it until my wife sends for it. And
try to sell my car, will you?”

When she returned to her home at
five, Lonkowski had finished packing his
trunks and suitcases, and was sending them
away.

The bewildered woman saw him run
out and hail a taxi.

The shadowy Dr. Griebl, meanwhile,
had responded to Lonkowski’s telephoned
“SO. S.” and was waiting in his auto-
mobile, five blocks away.

Lonkowski sped up in the taxi and en-
tered Griebl’s car. And then, sometimes
at eighty-five miles an hour, they drove
to Griebl’s summer home near Peekskill,
New York.

Here, Lonkowski chartered an private
airplane and was soon winging his way

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Six,” was vigorously sought by the authorities of two states.
(Left) Police search every nook and corner of the luxurious
apartment in the popular Highland Park suburb of Detroit,
after the three occupants and an officer met death there

The Story Concludesi

Part Five

All were acquainted with the ruthless tactics of the
Secret Six, and knew that at any moment, instant
and merciless death might sweep down upon them.

They reached the upper landing safely, and snapped on
the lights. The house was empty; not a soul was hiding
in it! :

A careful examination showed that the bandits had made
a hurried getaway, leaving money and their extra weapons
behind. Somehow, they had managed to slip out without
being seen. by the detective, who had been keeping the
place under surveillance all evening. They must have
crawled out rear windows and made their way through
the dense underbrush and trees. Their car was still in
the garage.

Definite evidence connecting the mob with both the Merck
and Perth Amboy crimes was found. Wrappers taken from
the money Gallagher was carrying to the construction com-
pany’s employees, bearing the name of the Perth Amboy
Trust Company, were discovered in one room. In another,
bottles which had contained some of the valuable drugs
stolen from the Merck’s. safes, lay scattered on the floor.

Ten automatics were unearthed and the two revolvers
taken from the watchmen during the Merck holdup were

wun, 1939

A’ every step, the officers expected a fusillade of bullets.

found, as well as large quantities of nitroglycerin and dyna-
mite.

The raiding officers stared at each other in grim disap-
pointment; they had obviously only missed the gang by
minutes.

* *

Robert Blauvelt, chief mechanic of the United States air-
mail field at Stelton, New Jersey, lit a cigarette, leaned back
against the small office building and cast an experienced eye
at the darkening skies. A tough night for flying, he thought,
what with the penetrating cold and drizzling rain.

It was October 4th, 1926.

The pilot who was to fly, the mail was due at any minute
now, and Blauvelt involuntarily watched the road. That was
how he happened to notice again the big, low, gray-green
car that cruised slowly by.

He called to his companion, Charles Devoe, who was
checking weather charts inside the. office:

“Charlie, there’s that machine!”

Devoe stepped outside, and the two men watched as it
went past. Every night for the past week, it had appeared.
Sometimes it’ came at seven o’clock, sometimes earlier, but
it had never once failed to show up.

“There’s something phoney about that car,” Blauvelt re-
marked. “The next time it circles around, I’m going to find
out what they want.”

. i ne Devoe exclaimed in a low tone. “It’s coming
ack.’

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Blauvelt ground his cigarette under his heel and started
down the drive, but the car suddenly gathered speed and
shot. away.

“That gets my goat,” the chief mechanic growled.

“Oh, it’s undoubtedly some flying bug, getting a thrill out
of watching the mail go out,” Devoe replied.

Presently, the pilot arrived. In a moment, Uncle Sam’s
mail took off into a rainy, misty night.

A! about 9:30 that same evening, John Struys, Tally Vinik

and Sambo Ellis gave their old Ford sedan “all she
had” and headed for Fellowship Farm near Stelton, where
they were students. The boys had been in New Brunswick
for the evening. As they chugged along the road past the
air-mail field and on toward Hunt’s Corner, their headlights
picked out a big gray-green touring car standing lopsided
on the dirt shoulder of the road.

John applied his brakes. ;

“Looks like an accident,” he said.

The Ford came to a grinding stop and the boys peered
out. As they did so, a tall, thin man stepped out of the
darkness near the car and approached them. He wore a
gray topcoat, a gray felt hat, and suéde gloves which he did
not remove. ;

“I ran into the ditch,” he informed them briefly. “How
about lending a hand to pull me out?”

John hesitated. “Well, I don’t know,” he said. “My car’s

pretty’ light.. What do you think, fellows?”

“Sure, we can do it,” Vinik replied, and Ellis nodded his

agreement. ,

Another man now emerged from the shadows alongside
the road, passing a gloved hand over his face. He seemed
unsteady on his feet. “Are you hurt?” John asked.
“Hurt?” he -repeated thickly. “No!” .

Vinik whispered in John’s ear, “They’re drunk!”
The man with the suéde gloves motioned to the boys to

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‘remark. One of them pulled

swing their machine in front
of his car. He directed the
entire operation, adjusting a
tow line and: signaling when
all was ready. :

The Ford shivered and
groaned, and_ refused to

noisy effort, it dragged the
touring car back on the road.
- “Pretty good little bus, I’ll
say,” John remarked proudly
as he returned. to the other
car.

The strangers ignored this

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thanks,” he replied. “We
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ately sent men to Elizabeth. Scores of
eye-witnesses were hurriedly — rounded
up, interviewed and shown photographs
of suspects. The majority identified two
mugs and confirmed the opinion of the
authorities—the ringleaders were the same
pair who had murdered the Kearneys!

Fliers were sent. out all over the coun-
try asking for the arrest of the two mur-
derers. An extensive hunt was organized
with orders from Washington to spare
neither time nor expense in bringing them
to justice.

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On October 17th, two men and a wo-
man drove up in a new, black Chrysler
sedan to the fashionable apartment build-
ing at 257 Highland Park Avenue, High-
land Park, Michigan, just outside of De-
troit. The three were well dressed, and
their luggage was impressive—large bags
of expensive leather.

Ts superintendent of the building, flat-
tering himself that he could size up
people at first glance, prepared to show the
newcomers the finest apartment.

They introduced themselves as Mr. and
Mrs. James Quinn and Mr. W. J. Olson,
Mrs. Quinn’s brother,

“We'd like a large apartment,” Quinn
explained, “because my wife’s brother will
be with us for a few days, and we want
to put him up here.”

“T’ve got the very thing,’ the superin-
tendent said.

He took them up to No. 20 on the
second floor and flung open the door with
a flourish. The apartment was entered
through a small foyer which led to a liv-
ing-room, bedroom, dining-room, kitchen
and bath.

“There’s a Murphy bed in the living-
room which the gentleman can use,” the
superintendent informed them.

“That'll do,” replied Quinn. “Can we
move in at once?”

“Yes, sir.”

Quinn paid a month’s rent in advance,
and the baggage was brought up.

In the days that followed the three lived
so quietly that no one was aware of their
presence in the building—that is, until
Saturday, October 30th. That night, a
tenant named Smith, who lived across
the hall, smelled smoke and, upon inves-
tigation, was certain that it came from
No. 20. He stepped over and rapped at
the door. It was opened by Quinn.

“IT couldn’t help noticing the smoke,”
Smith said. “Can I.do anything for you?”

“Come in,” replied the man in the
doorway. “My brother-in-law was smok-
ing, dropped a match on the Murphy bed
and set fire to the mattress. We threw
water on it. There’s no real damage
done.” .

As Smith entered the foyer, he was
blinded by the smoke. It hung heavily
in the still air of the living-room. From
the blackened, mattress, a thin spiral of
smoke still rose. Olson was standing
over it with a pitcher of water in his
hand. He looked up, glowering.

“This,” Quinn remarked sarcastically,
nodding toward Olson, “is my bright rel-
ative who tried to burn himself up.”

Olson said nothing.

“You were lucky, all right,” Smith com-
mented. “From the smell in the hall, I
thought the whole building was on fire.”

Outside were excited voices. The jan-
itor pounded on the door. Quinn went
out to talk to him, returning with a
grim face.

“Just a few folks,” he said, through
set teeth to Olson. “Just a few interested
souls wondering if you were going to burn
the place down.”

“Well,” Smith announced uncomfort-
ably, “as the fire’s out, I’ll get along.”

“Wait a minute,” suggested Quinn.
“Wave a drink before you go,” and he
waved his hand toward an array of whis-
ky and champagne bottles on the table.

“No, thanks,” replied Smith, and left.

Then, shortly before midnight, the oc-
cupants of Apartment: No. 22 were
roused by several shots fired in quick
succession. No. 22 was occupied by Mr.
and Mrs. Earl Burns, their two children
and Mrs. Burns’ mother.

Father and youngsters were out for the
evening, arriving home ten minutes after
the shooting. The frightened women met
them at the door. Mrs. Burns took her
husband aside and told him what had
happened, but he smiled.

“It’s Hallowe’en,” he said. “Somebody’s
firing blank cartridges.”

“It’s nothing of the kind,” his mother-
in-law replied. “Look at that wall!”

Burns stepped to the bedroom door
and scanned the wall above the bed.

“Why, they’re bullet holes!” he ex-
claimed.

He grabbed his hat. “Keep the door
locked,” he cautioned his wife. “TI’ll go
get a policeman.”

There was no telephone in the apart-
ment, so he hurried down to the street.
The officer usually on duty at the corner
was not there. Burns retutned to the
apartment where his wife, white-faced,
met him.

“Harl,” she whispered, “I tell you some-
thing dreadful is going on next door. An-
other shot was just fired!”

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Sergeant William Earnshaw, on duty
at Police Headquarters, smiled as he spoke
into the telephonc.

“T think you'll find,” he said, “that the
shots were fired in the street by Hallow-
e’en celebraters. A lot of young men
around town fire off blanks.”

“That’s what I thought, too,” replied
Burns, “until I saw the bullet holes over
my bed!”

“What's that?” Marnshaw asked) sharp-
ly. “Are you sure?”

“T certainly am!”

HE Sergeant detailed Officers Ernest

Jones and Ephraim Rancour to inves-
tigate. City Constable Elmer Redmond,
who was in the office at the time, re-
quested permission to accompany them.
When asked whether he had a gun,, he
replied, “It’s probably some drunk. I
bet we won’t need one.”

Burns was waiting for them in the lob-
by of the apartment house, and_ told,
briefly, what had occurred, while the police
regarded him with some skepticism.

“Do you mind coming along with us?”
asked Jones.

, “Certainly, I'll go with you,” Burns re-
plied. “It’s an outrage having decent peo-
ple annoyed and endangered this way.”

“Well, we’ll soon see what it’s all about,”
Jones smiled.

As they climbed the stairs to the second
floor, the whole building was strangely
silent. Their footsteps were lost in the
heavy carpet of the hall.

At the door of Apartment No. 20, Burns
stopped.

“This is it,” he whispered.

Officer Jones stepped forward and rap-
ped sharply on the door: The sound
echoed along the corridor. There was no
answer. The policeman turned question-
ing eyes to Burns, glanced at the others,
and shrugged his shoulders.

“There must be somebody in there,”
Burns said.

Jones raised his hand and was just about
to knock again, when the door slowly
opened.

A young man stood on the threshold,

silhouetted against the dim light that
came from the apartment. Te was in his
stirt-sleeves, his collar open at the neck,
necktie hanging loose. His left hand held
the door-knob, blocking any entrance;
his right hand was behind him. It was
Olson. He said ‘nothing—just stood
there, waiting.

Burns had the uncomfortable feeling
that Olson had been on the other side
of that door, listening, from the moment
of their approach.

“Well, what’s going on here, Buddy?”
asked Jones briskly.

“Nothing,” Olson replied, hoarsely, as
he brought his right hand into view.

Too late, the officers saw the automatic.
There was a flash, and a bullet entered
Jones’ forehead. He dropped without a
sound.

“And that goes for all of you,” Olson
snarled, and pulled the trigger again and
again.

The second bullet caught Burns in the
right cheek and passed through his neck.
The third shot struck Rancour in the
right shoulder, shattering the bone.

“You country cops—busting in
here where you don’t belong! I'll show
you!” .

The gunman’s eyes glittered with
hatred. He tried to fire again, but the
automatic jammed. He tugged at the
trigger, swearing through clenched teeth,
and then, suddenly, he made a dash for
the bedroom for another gun.

FFICER Rancour, in spite of his

wound, managed to draw his service
revolver. He steadied himself in the door-
way, raised the weapon and fired just as
Olson plunged away.

The bullet found its mark between the
gunman’s shoulders. He wavered, stiff-
ened, staggered headlong into the room.
Rancour, with everything spinning be-
fore his eyes and a strange humming in
his ears, followed. Had that one shot
finished the madman?

The officer stumbled into the bedroom.
Olson was on the floor, propped on his
hands and knees, clutching the still-smok-
ing gun as he tried vainly to rise.

Rancour lifted his revolver, slowly. He
was swaying on his feet now, but. this
was a job that had to be done. Theie
was only one way to treat a mad dog—
finish him quickly before he could do any
more damage.

Olson was a wavering target, and the
officer put up a hand to brush away the
mist before his eyes. Then he aimed,
as best he could, and pressed the trigger.
The man on the floor went prone. Ran-
cour bent over him. The gunman was
dead.

Constable Redmond, who had gone to
the aid of the wounded Burns, now ap-
peared in the doorway.

“T’ll get a doctor,” he said.

People were clamoring in the hall. The
apartment house was alive now with men
and women awakened from sleep by the
shooting.

“Lock that door!” Rancour ordered
hoarsely.

He walked unsteadily across the room,
eyes suddenly widening at what he now
saw for the first time.

On the bed lay a man, flat on his back,

‘staring at the ceiling. Sprawled near by

was a woman, a single bullet hole in her
head. It was Quinn and his wife—dead.

“Go out and phone Headquarters for an
ambulance,” Rancour told the Constable.
“Don’t let any one‘in until our detectives
get here. Hurry!”

“You're badly hurt. Tet me—”

“Do as I tell you!” Rancour inter-
rupted curtly.

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budget without this essential asset.

In government; in its law-enforcement,
administrative, and executive agencies,
few things tend to destroy this valuable
asset as much as adherence to beliefs dan-
gerous to the welfare of this nation. Com-
munism and Nazism, most dangerous of
all, must be guarded against constantly.

Of course, the individual’s aid in un-
selfish service for the general good is sel-
dom given directly to the State, but the
vital effect is, nevertheless, present.

The man who -discovered that boys
would rather work at helping the police
in their spare time than breaking windows
or committing other petty depredations,
never said anything to the Governor of
his state about it. He went ahead quietly
and his idea, because it wofked so well,
spread to other towns. near by.

I could multiply such examples of the
spirit of public service, but you are all
acquainted with them through the acts of
people you know personally, and through

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available trooper was detailed to comb
the State for the killers.

It was shortly learned that the gray-
green Pierce Arrow car had been stolen
that summer from James Burkitt, a resi-
dent of Jersey City. It was examined
thoroughly for telltale fingerprints of the
killers, but without success. This was
disappointing, but not surprising. since
John Struys and Mr. Nugent both re-
membered clearly that the men had worn
gloves. Neither were marks found on
the Kearney machine, nor on the -Beloff
car after it was located in a back street
in Elizabeth.

A checkup with the Elizabeth Police
revealed the telephone report of the hos-
pital clerk, O’Brien, regarding the strange
behavior of. the man who applied for med-
ical treatment several hours after the
ruthless shooting.

‘And then, from the Stelton  air-mail
field to the United States Post Office De-
partment, went a report of the nightly
visits for the past week, of a_gray-green,
Pierce Arrow, touring car. The Federal
Government immediately stepped in, for
now the whole plot was clear. The two
=e were obviously planning to hold up the
Mia!

The Bureau of Post Office Inspectors
sent their own representatives to join in
the search for the dangerous bandits.

* ok *

At 9:20 on the morning of October
14th, 1926, a United States mail truck
wound slowly through traffic at Sixth and
Elizabeth Avenue, one of the busiest cor-
ners of Elizabeth, New Jersey.

At the wheel was John T. Enz, a Fed-
eral employee. Patrick I. Quinn, an
armed: postal clerk, was on the seat be-
side him. As added protection, Jacob
Christman, a motorcycle officer, preceded
them.

The truck contained a huge sum of
money. The figure is withheld here at
the request of the Bureau of Post Office
Inspectors.

The streets were crowded—scores of
office workers were on their way to busi-
ness; traffic was particularly heavy at
that corner—and yet, through all the
throng, a big touring car suddenly ap-
peared directly in. the path of the truck,

ing spun his wheel to avoid a collision

JUNK, 1939

the effect of some good act performed by
yourself without thought of personal gain.

Now we have: finally come to the real-
ization that prisons and punishment do
not cure crime. They do not even lessen
the umount of crime. Some other way
had to be found.

Many individuals in far separated spots
throughout our country, unheralded and
unsung, are today quietly showing us the
way. We don’t hear so much about them
because they are not self-advertisers.
These men and women of action are
devotees of the spirit of public service.
You find them in both public office and in
civil life. Some of them are not even
aware of the fact that they are helping—
and very effectively—to put down crime.
All of them are unselfish.

If their number increases sufficiently,
as I sincerely hope will be the case as
the years pass, crime as we know it today
in this country will be reduced to a mini-
mum.

New York’s “Secret Six”

(Continued from page 64)

and jammed his foot on the brakes. As
he did so, a man with a rifle leaned from
the back seat of the touring car, and took
deliberate aim. Then he pressed the trig-
ger and a spurt of flame burst from the
gun with a roar. Enz sarlk over the wheel

of the truck. He had been shot between.

the eyes.

Another bullet grazed the
Quinn’s head.

The truck, its driver dead, ran on a
few yards before Quinn could seize the
emergency brake and stop it.

In the meantime, the motorcycle offi-
cer had drawn his service revolver. He
never had a chance to use it, however,
for, without warning, another machine
roared up on the scene and the men in
it opened fire on him. Christman was a
perfect target and the bullets, hitting him
with deadly accuracy, sent him plunging
from his cycle. The bandits then de-
liberately drove over him and cut in
front of the mail truck to protect the
first uutomobile.

side of

UINN, although dazed from the wound
in his head, had leaped from the
truck and fired blindly. A: bullet hit him
in the wrist, knocking his pistol from his
hand. Another shot struck him in the
hip. As he fell to the street, the gun-
men backed up and ran over him, break-
ing his right leg and crushing his ribs.
Passers-by screamed for help and
ducked for safety. The thugs, ignoring
the commotion on the sidewalk, piled out
of the cars, One, armed with a sub-ma-
chine gun, and another with a sawed-
off shotgun, swept the street with bul-
lets. Others got busy with a large bolt
cutter, clipped the lock off the back of

_ the truck and dragged out the registered

mail.

All this was done in a few seconds and
in full view of pedestrians. As the ban-
dits dashed back into their machines and
started off, a couple of cars attempted to
follow. But the man with the machine
gun sprayed them with bullets and drove
them back.

As the robbers disappeared, citizens ran
to the aid of the victims. Enz was dead.
Quinn and Officer Christman were rushed
to a hospital.

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much obliged.” ,

The boys swung their Ford about and retraced their tracks
to a barbecue’ stand half a mile toward New Brunswick,
where they bought sandwiches and coffee.

“Gee, that guy gave me the creeps!” Vinik exclaimed.
“Didn’t he have funny eyes? Looked right through you. He
was plenty tough.”

“And the other one certainly was plenty drunk,” remarked
John. “No wonder they got stuck in the mud.”

The boys finished their sandwiches, climbed back in the
car and, once more, headed for home. They had gone only
a few yards when a_ pair of blinding headlights drilled
through the mist, heading straight for them.

“Holy smoke!” gasped John. “Talk about a road hog!”

He quickly swerved the Ford, thereby avoiding a head-on
collision, but the wet road was skiddy. The light car slithered,
wavered, and the next moment there was a crash as the
machines came together.

For a moment, no one moved. Then, the boys piled out
and rushed over to the other car. It was the same machine
they had pulled out of the ditch, a short while before. The
touring car was standing at an angle, one lamp broken, but
otherwise undamaged. The left side of the Ford’s hood was
crumpled as though it had been paper.

“Say!” John cried, “what's the matter with you guys?
Trying to wreck us? Don’t you remember us? We did you
a darn big favor, a little while ago?”

The man in the driver’s seat was the one who had first
approached them. He opened the door now and slid out.

“Sure,” he said, hoarsely, “I remember you.”

“Some driver you are!” the boy exclaimed. “You've busted
my car. Let’s see your license.”

The man fumbled in his pocket.

“Pye got it right here—just a minute,” he replied. But,
while he groped for it, he kept looking up the road. And,
suddenly, as a machine drew near and stopped, he stepped
swiftly over to it.

“Will you take us to a hospital?” he asked.

The driver of the car waS Edward Nugent, a resident of
Plainfield.

aa he replied. “Have you had an accident?”

“ es.”

Just as the drunken pair started to climb in with Nugent,
John Struys cried out: * *

“Mister, don’t take them! They ran into us, and they
don’t want to show us their license. They aren’t hurt, and
their car isn’t damaged. But he smashed my machine and
he’s trying to run away. Please don’t take them!”

Nugent did some fast thinking. If that were the case, he
decided, he didn’t intend being a party to such a mean
trick. He glanced swiftly toward the side of the road,

noticed a large house near by, with lights gleaming from the

windows. He turned off the ignition and got out of his car.

“Wait a minute,” the pair chorused, “where are you"

going?”

“T want to look at my rear light a
minute. I think it’s gone out—just a sec-
ond,” Nugent replied. And, ducking
around the back, he dashed to the house,
the residence of William Lockwood, and
put in a call for the New Jersey State
Police at Somerville, the nearest barracks.

Tes spokesman for the two strangers
turned sharply on John Struys. His
eyes were glittering in the light of the car
lamps. He raised one hand threateningly.

“T ought to knock your head off,” he

snarled. Just then his companion grabbed
his arm, saying, “Here comes another ma-
chine.” .
Frank Kearney, forty-five, his wife and
their fourteen-year-old son, Robert, were
on their way home from a visit with an-
other son,:- Edward, a student at Rutgers
College, New Brunswick. '

The steady downpour of rain had made
driving so difficult that Kearney had al-
most run past. the scene of the smash-up
before he realized what had happened.

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Being a conscientious man, he stopped his machine at once.

“Can I do anything for you?” he asked.

The two strangers jumped on the running-board, one on
either side. Their suave manner was gone.

“Step on it!” snarled the first one.

“Wait a minute,” Kearney replied. ‘“What’s the idea? I
don’t care much for your tone!” and he tried to shove the
man off. The next instant, a revolver was thrust against
him. Without speaking, the man on the left running-board
pulled the trigger.

Kearney slumped over the wheel, his wife screamed,
and Robert leaned forward in the back seat shouting:

“Help! Help! Murder!”

The killer leveled the smoking weapon at the youth and
fired again. With a moan, Robert dropped back.

Mrs. Kearney’s cries filled the night as the man jerked open
the car door and dragged her husband out into the road.
Almost insane with fright and shock, she saw them squeeze
in, one on either side of her. She struck out at them, scream-
ing:

“Let me out! Let me out! Robert, where are you? Oh,
what have they done!”

Down the rain-swept road roared the car.

“Open that door,” snapped the man at the wheel, after
they had gone several miles. For one brief instant he slowed

down, and the hysterical, screaming woman was shoved out,

head first, into the road.

Tt was a fast car, and with the speedometer mounting
wildly, the pair raced through the rainy night, skidding
around corners, slithering dangerously close to the soft mud.
A mile farther on, a4 saw another machine: just’ coming to
a halt near a house. They jerked the Kearney car to a stand-
still and leaped out. With a, gun aimed at his head they
ordered Henry Beloff, the driver of the other auto, to get out,
then proceeded to drive off with his car. .

N' once more. .Now. the lights of a railroad. crossing

loomed before them. The gatekeeper swung his lantern
wildly to ‘signal them to stop. But they sped, crashing,
over the tracks just as the gate was lowered for an oncom-
ing express. A splinter of wood rammed across the front
seat, cutting the driver’s hand to the bone.

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(Above, left) The Packard sedan, one of the two
cars used by the bandits in the mail robbery. (Circle)
Motorcycle Officer Jacob Christman, escort for ‘the
mail truck, was seriously wounded during the holdup

Hours later, the Kearney machine was found, abandoned.
The wounded boy, Robert, was slumped in the back seat.
He was rushed to St. Peter’s Hospital, New Brunswick. His
mother, found by a passing motorist as she lay moaning and

- hysterical in the road, was taken to the same institution.

The father of the family was dead, killed instantly.

OHN J. O'BRIEN, night clerk at the General Hospital at
Elizabeth, New Jersey, stifled a yawn and tilted back in

‘his chair at the switchboard. It was 3:30 a. M. and the

hospital was very still. The steady ticking of the big clock
over the board was the only sound. In fact, everything was
so quiet that the faint noise of an opening door caused
O’Brien to look up quickly.

A young man, in a gray topcoat and gray felt hat pulled
low over his eyes, stood there, swaying a bit on his feet. His
right hand was in his pocket. His left hand was wrapped in
a stained rag.

“Had an accident,” he muttered. “How about fixing up
the mit?” ; ‘

“Sure,” O’Brien replied, and plugged into the board.

“What's the idea?” the stranger asked sharply.

O’Brien looked up in surprise. “You want a doctor, don’t

But the man left abruptly. : “3Ne

“That’s funny,” the night clerk mused. “He thought I was
going to call the cops. I guess I will, anyway!”

The New Jersey State Police began an immediate investi-
gation. From Nugent and the boys who had aided the pair
of killers—unwittingly, of course—a good description was
obtained. But it was impossible to question Mrs. Kearney
in her hysterical condition.

Half a dozen photographs of known desperadoes were se-
lected from the State Police Rogues’ Gallery. Nugent looked

_ them over carefully. Suddenly he pointed to two mugs.

“They are the men,” he said.

The police smiled grimly.

“That pair would commit just such a crime,” an officer
commented.

At seven o’clock the same morning, Robert Kearney died
without regaining consciousness. A vigorous. manhunt-im-
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cour bent down, turned Olson over and
stared at the man’s face. There was some-
thing vaguely familiar about those fea-
tures,

“Where have I seen you before?” the
officer muttered. He crossed to the bed.
“And you,” he added, gazing at the man
outstretched there. “Quinn? That’s not
right—”

Suddenly, Rancour pitched forward in
a faint.

A patrol car filled with police soon ar-
rived. The frightened janitor admitted
them to Apartment No. 20.

Rancour, unconscious, and /surns, bad-
ly wounded, were carried out and sent to
a hospital. The apartment was then thor-
oughly searched. Empty champagne
bottles littered the living-room floor, ciga-
rette butts were strewn about, half a case
of expensive whisky was in one corner,
and dirty glasses were everywhere.

N a table in the living-room was a pile

of money—mostly bills in one hun-
dred, fifty, and twenty-dollar denomina-
tions—totaling $8,011.

A pocketbook, evidently belonging . to
the dead woman, disclosed $1,100.

A new 28 Special Colt revolver, fully
loaded, lay on top of the dresser in the
bedroom. Near it was the bill. of sale
for a Chrysler automobile which had been
purchased in Olson’s name the previous
week, for $1,380 in cash.

The trembling janitor shook his head.

“They were nice folks,” he insisted.
“They never gave any trouble—espe-
ony Mr. Quinn. That’s him there on the

ed. ‘
Captain Charles E. Cook, of the Detec-
tive Bureau, pointed to the body on the
floor. “And who did you say that was?”
There was a grim note in his voice.

“Why, that’s Mr. Olson.”

Captain Cook turned: to one of his’

fingerprint experts.

“Take their fingerprints,” he ordered
quietly. “Then send the bodies to the
morgue and put a guard over them.”

The prints were taken and rushed to
Headquarters, where they were compared
by skilled men. When they reached Cap-
tain Cook’s desk, half a dozen fliers were
attached. He glanced at them, then looked
at the men crowded about him.

“Quinn and Olson, were they? Just
take a look at these reports!” he ex-
claimed.

The fliers were from the Bureau of
Post Office Inspectors at Washington,
D. C., and the Headquarters of the New
Jersey State Police at Trenton, New Jer-
sey. On them appeared the photographs
of the Quinn and Olson who were known
to the police as James “IXiller” Cuniffe
and Ice Wagon Crowley.

The fliers read:

Wanted ‘for the murder of Frank
Kearney and his son, Robert, on
October 4th, 1926, during the at-
tempted robbery of a United States
mail plane at Stelton, New Jersey.
These men are also wanted for the
murder of John T. Enz, a Federal
employee, and the wounding of Jacob
Christman, a police officer of Eliza-
beth, New Jersey, during the holdup
of the United States mail at Eliza-
beth on October 14th, 1926; and for
the murder of Ernest Whitman, during
the holdup of the First National Bank
of Bellmore, Long Island, on April
5th, 1924.

The postal authorities at Washington
were immediately notified, and the local
inspectors of Detroit were informed of
the shooting. In a few minutes, the en-

JUNK, 1939

tire force of Federal men on duty in De-
troit were on the job. Messages were
also sent to the postal authorities in New
Jersey, and to the New Jersey State
Police.

The Federal Government, upon receipt
of the information, immediately made
plans to send several persons to Detroit to
identify the killers. Mr. Nugent, who had
stopped his car outside the Lockwood
home on that rainy night after the crash
between the Pierce Arrow and John
Struys’ Ford, was selected to go. So was
Trooper M. A. Daly, of the New Jersey
State Police, who knew both gunmen by
sight. Patrick IF. Quinn, the Federal em-
ployee who had been on the mail truck at
Elizabeth when Enz was murdered and
Christman wounded, was ordered to ac-
company the party.

They arrived by: plane at Detroit at
2:30 on the morning of November 3rd,
and were met at the air-field by Detroit

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postal inspectors and local police.

The bodies lay in the city morgue, and
there Nugent, Daly, and Quinn made pos-
itive identifications. Nugent said both
men had accosted him before the Kear-
ney murder; Quinn declared that bot
had participated in the mail robbery at
Elizabeth; and Daly not only identified
them, but also recognized the woman as
Frances Harris, of Elizabeth, who, al-
though she had no criminal record, was
known to be Killer Cuniffe’s sweetheart.

The dead men had police records as
the most vicious killers of their day, and
wete wanted for half a dozen murders and
suspected of many others.

There were many conjectures about the
trio and, after checking the reports of
the various occupants of the apartment
house and the condition of the rooms in
which the killers had lived, the police
reconstructed the scenes which imme-
diately preceded their deaths, as follows:

Ever since Cuniffe had stolen his. girl

—lrances Harris—Ice Wagon had har- -

bored a strong hatred for his chief. More
and more he had resented the scorn, the
superiority and curt orders of the bandit
leader. Therefore, it was only reasonable
to assume that Crowley had resented Cun-
iffe’s sharp command to hide out in De-
troit. He must have fumed at leaving
the vicinity of New York, just when his
share of the Mlizabeth loot made it pos-
sible for him to enjoy himself at the gay
spots. He knew only too well that to
break with Cuniffe meant certain death.

Once in the Highland Park Apartments,

it had been the latter’s plan to lie low
for awhile—all they had to do was sit
tight and attract as little attention as
possible. The Killer had found this tech-
nique profitable many times before.- Un-
doubtedly this desire for obscurity was
the cause of his anger on the night Crow-
ley set fire to the Murphy bed. Never
one to hide his displeasure, Cuniffe had
hurled epithets at his henchman for his
carelessness and stupidity. When Fran-
ces also started to berate him—she who
had once been his girl—Crowley’s pent up
hatred exploded. His courage bolstered
with whisky—judging from the number of
empty bottles and dirty glasses, all three
had partaken generously of liquor that
evening—Ice Wagon had drawn his au-
tomatic, fired pointblank at the woman,
then turned the weapon on Cuniffe, pull-
ing the trigger not once but four times.

After making certain that his former
companions were dead, he had set about
making hurried preparations for a_ get-
away, filling a suitcase with the Killer’s
share of the Elizabeth’ loot. Just as he
was about to close the bag, ‘he had heard
voices in the hall, and, picking up his
gun, had crépt to the door. What quick-
ly followed has already been told.

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The murder of Frank Kearney and his
son had been committed by Cuniffe and
Crowley alone, but at least four other
men had particip#ted with them in the
Elizabeth robbery and murder. So pos-
tal inspectors and the police now bent
every effort to locate these accomplices.
From underworld sources, they finally
learned that one of the robbers was
Frank Keikert, alias “The Chink,” “Ki
Ki,” and “The Ghost.”

The postal inspectors obtained his pho-

tograph, and during July, 1927, sent 140,-
000 circulars out, containing his descrip-
tion and fingerprints. The face of that
notorious thief and killer stared down
from post offices, police stations and rail-
way depots.

Many tips were received in the ensuing
weeks, but all proved fruitless. Finally,
it was learned that Ki Ki visited a cer-
tain woman in Baltimore. Inspectors were
sent there and watched her house for
weeks. Winter came, and still, like bull-
dogs, they clung tenaciously to the hope
that some day, some night, Ki Ki would

. walk up those steps.

OX December 6th, 1927, their patience
and vigilance were rewarded and as
Keikert walked briskly along the street
leading to his friend’s house, half a dozen
men closed in on him.

Suspects in the Elizabeth robbery now
narrowed to Benjamin Haas, who was ar-
rested on January 23rd, 1928, and identi-
fied as the driver of one of the cars in
the robbery; Ed Neary; William Fann-
ing; and Daniel Grosso.

Neary had been sent, to Blackwell’s
Island to serve eighteen months for il-
legal possession of firearms. On May Ist,
1928, with the help of Cuniffe and Crowley,
he had managed to escape.

All that summer, the postal inspectors
were looking for him, as were the prison
authorities and the New York Police.

On the night of September 10th, 1928,
he was scen and recognized by Patrol-
man Jeremiah Ahearn of the West 47th
Street Station, as the gangster drove his
automobile into a truck parked at 55th
Street and 11th Avenue, New York City.
Ahearn commandeered a car and chased
him to 48th Street where Neary was forced
to the curb. He was placed under ar-
rest, searched and a .45 caliber gun found
on him. At the request of the United
States Post Office, he was held for fur-
ther investigation into his connection with

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the Elizabeth mail robbery.

Fanning was located in the New York
State Prison at Ossining. Following the
robbery, he had been arrested for ille-
gal possession of a gun and sentenced as
a second offender. On December 2nd,
1928, his term expired and he was turned
over to the Federal authorities.

The search now centered on Daniel
Grosso, and Government officers began an
intensive search for him. The “heat” was
applied to underworld sources. “Where is
Grosso?” That cry echoed across a dozen
states. Several of the mobsters partici-
pating in the Elizabeth robbery and mur-
der were dead and several were in jail,
but so long as one man was at liberty,
Hrd postal inspectors must stick to the
job.

On June 30th, 1929, the New York police
staged one of their regular roundups of
crooks. The drag-net was flung out one
night and scores of suspicious characters
were hauled in. The next morning they

Snaring

his getaway without leaving a single clue
behind him.

The technique of his robberies was al-
ways the same. Limiting his activities to
the homes of the upper middle class he
operated in Tokyo’s well-to-do suburbs.
He entered, however, only small houses
where he was certain there would be few
servants to get in his way.

Before breaking into a house he always
cut the telephone wires outside.

IS victims reported that he wore a

black mask and shabby clothes. If any

one showed the least sign of resisting him
he immediately took to his heels.

A final distinguishing, individual touch
of this burglar was that he ended each
of his visits by politely asking for some-
thing to eat and smoke. And while re-
freshing himself he would deliver a lec-
ture to the owner of the house about his
carelessness. “You have no right to own
so much property since you don’t know
how to protect it from such men as me,”
was his favorite text.

Although he was reported to be carry-
ing a huge knife which seemed to get big-
ger every time somie one reported it, he
never had been known to use it.

On August 26th, 1928, he burglarized the
home of Bukichi Kamiyama, at 1684
Ikebukuro Machi. This was very near
the home of Dr. Hoshi, and in the im-
mediate neighborhood of most of his
other robberies. The police were certain
now that the burglar must live in that
part of Tokyo, and be very familiar with
its wealthier districts and residents. By
this time, too, more than fifty robberies
were known to have been his work. And
the police .had not been able to find a
single clue to his identity!

In 1928, fingerprints were not yet given
the attention they should have received
by the Japanese Police. True, there was
a huge file of them kept at Police Head-
quarters, and in the Department of Jus-
tice building, too. But there was no cen-
tral index, and it took so long to check
a new set of prints with those on file, that

more often than not, detectives assigned |

to a case neglected to get fingerprints even
when they were obtainable. Even at that,
though, not,a single print had ever been
found after the Preaching Burglar had
left a house.

On December 9th, 1928, he entered the
house of C. Takahashi, in Zoshigaya, in
his usual district. Mr. Takahashi, a clerk
in the Bank of Formosa, was awakened

92

were placed in New York's famous “line-
up.”

A large group of detectives in the dark-
ened room saw them pass on and off the
line-up stage under the bright lights
thrown on their faeces. Suddenly an. offi-
cer whispered to his companion:

“Hold that man in the gray coat!”

He was taken out of the line-up and
placed in a cell. Later, detectives looked
him over, alone, and recognized him. It
was Grosso, wanted for the murder of
Federal employee John T. Enz.

Frank Keikert and Benjamin Haas were
sentenced on March 11th, 1929, to ten
years in the Federal Penitentiary at At-
lanta; Neary and Fanning were sentenced
on January 30th to life imprisonment at
Trenton.

On April 10th, 1931, after a long fight
for life, Grosso paid the penalty in the
electric chair at Trenton, New Jersey, for
the vicious slaying of Enz.

(Continued from page 77)

by a flashlight shining in his eyes. Brand-
ishing the celebrated knife the burglar then
sat down beside Mr. Takahashi’s bed, and
started to give him his opinions on the
benefits of sleep.

“It will do you not the slightest bit of
good to make a disturbance now,” he said.
“But if you will only relax, and have a
few hours of good, sound sleep, it will
improve your general temper, which must
be rather ruffled after this experience!
Lack of sleep, too, will interfere with your
work at the office tomorrow. You should
think of your duty to your employer.”

As usual, the Preaching Burglar seemed
in no hurry to leave.

In a drawer of a table in Mr. Taka-
hashi’s bedroom he discovered a pack of
playing-cards. “I'll just play a game or
two.of solitaire to settle my nerves,” he
announced, “while you're getting that
little nap I was talking about.”

When it began to get light. he heaved
a sigh, “Well, I guess I had better be get-
ting along.” And with six of Mr. Taka-
hashi’s hard earned dollars, he went.

“His appearance is quite ordinary,” Mr.
Takahashi told the police.

“And that’s the very reason we can’t
establish the man’s identity,” Mr. Mitsuo
Miyata, Chief of the Metropolitan Police,
complained to the press.

Toward the end of the year there is
always an epidemic of burglaries in Japan.
This is directly caused by the dire need
that every Japanese pay his outstanding
debts before the dawn of the New Year.
December is therefore the month of crime
in Japan. To-keep it} within hounds the
police mobilize all their forces to patrol
the streets every night, and the services
of all the young men’s associations are
enlisted to help in this work of protecting
the city.

In December, 1928, an extra-special pa-
trol was organized for the southwest. dis-
tricts. Members of the young men’s as-
sociations, firemen, and ordinary citizens,
walked the streets from dark to dawn in
bands of four, each band keeping always
in sight of those in front and behind.
From December 19th, the entire police
force of the whole city*and its suburbs
was engaged in a search which had only
one purpose, to catch the Preaching
Burglar.

But the rest of the month of December
passed without a single instance of burg-
lary that could be laid to the Preaching
Burglar. Tokyo was relieved, and the po-
lice were bitterly disappointed. Evidently

Thus ends’ the existence of the Secret

Six. ‘The summary below is terse and to

the point:
Killed in) gangster warfare or the cles:
tric chair:
James Killer Cuniffe
Ice Wagon Crowley
Ambrose Ross
Jacko Moore
Googoo Knox
Tom Downey
: Daniel Grosso
Serving long-term prison sentences:
Frank Keikert
Ed Neary
William Fanning
Frank Caruso
Dutch Deleano
Jackie London
Benjamin Haas
The fate of each member of the Secret
Six, as indicated in the above résumé,
should be conclusive proof that crime
does not pay.

the Elusive “Preaching Burglar”

the burglar read his daily paper to some
purpose, and had decided to avoid all the
traps the police had proudly reported
they were setting for him, by staying at
home.

But the New Year Holidays were not
yet over when the burglar struck again.

At four o’clock in the morning of Janu-
ary 4th, 1929, he broke into the dormitory
of the Japan School of Music in Nakano.
At the time there were actually 16,000
policemen and about 100,000 volunteers
looking for him, and for him only.

Entering through a window which had
been left open, he as usual woke up a
maid. There were two young boys sleep-
ing in the same room. Exhorting them to
keep cool, the burglar very politely ex-
plained that he would very much like
to have some money. One of the boys
immediately handed him a one yen note
(about 30 cents).

“That ‘isn’t what I’d call very much
money,” the burglar observed.

“But it’s all we have,” the maid
sobbed.

The burglar now went into the kitchen
where he woke an old woman, and told
her, “I am very sorry to disturb you on
such a cold night as this.”

baer old woman was terribly frightened.
and could only think of asking him if
he would like a smoke.

“No, thank you,” he replied. “I have
plenty of cigarettes. But I would like to
have a little money, if you don’t mind.”
And he opened a chest of drawers in which
he found six yen (about two dollars).

“Oh, that’s the money I have been
saving to pay my son’s school fees,” the
old woman wailed.

“That may be so,” the burglar agreed.
“but I am a great deal more in need of
cash at this moment than either you or
your son can be. Maybe though, I shall
be able to return it to you some day,
soon!”

At five o’clock he left them. But when
the police were notified they were unable
to find the slightest trace of him.

When this story was released on Jan-
uary 13th, the whole city of Tokyo was
indignant.

What was the good of the police if they
couldn’t stop the robberies .of one lone
burglar? What were they doing that they
couldn’t eatch one single, miserable man,
a criminal at that?

On January 17th, one of the great pub-
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A TRAGIC NEW JERSEY CASE. 681
A TRAGIC NEW JERSEY CASE.

Ii there are humorous things in the practice there are those which are
tragic’also. It often happens that the practitioner finds himself face to
face with a terrible tragedy in life resulting from infirmities in the law.
For illustration, take the case of a boy about twelve years of age who was
indicted for murder in the State of New Jersey about the year 1828.
That was a case of a little negro named James Guild, who was charged
with the murder of an old lady about sixty years of age. The circum-
stances of the case were substantially as follows: The old lady, who had
been left alone in her house. was found in a dying condition in one of its
rooins late one afternoon,,and her head was so battered as to make it

certain that she had been assaulted by somebody who had wielded a heavy
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yoke, which, of course, was of considerable size and weight. There was
at first great mystery as to tue perpetrator of the deed, but it developed
that in the course of the afternoon the boy Guild had been seen in the
vicinity of the louse, which was a detached one about two hundre’ yards
distant from anv other, and suspicion fastened on him. He was a
precocious boy, well developed, illiterate, profane, shrewd in worldly
matters, but had never attended Sundav-school, and was absolutely lack-
ing in education of his moral or religious qualities. So an inquisitor
went to work on this boy'and tried to pump out of him some information
about the murder. Some tlireats were made to him, as to the conse-
quences of his refusing to. adimt’ the. act, which might have produced
terror in the mind of any child of that age. lor instance, a remark was
made to him that “it would be a pity to hang so fine a boy.” fle there-
upon conféssed that he had done the deed and thereafter on muimerous
occasions repeated his story, which was to the effect that he had gone to
the house of the’old lady in the afternoon to borrow a gun, which she
refused to lend him, using abusive language to him for his in-pudence
in approaching her on such-a matter. He thereupon became incensed
and struck her with the horse yoke, which caused her to fall, and he then
became afraid that she would report the assault to his mistress and that
he would be punished severely for what he had done. [He therefore
resolved to complete the joh and returned to the prostrate form of the
woman, striking her head repeatedly, with the yoke until he thought she
was dead. These contessions were the only evidence upon which the
state could rely for conviction. Although the first confession was
excluded as having been induced by threats, the subsequent ones were
admitted in evidence. *# bite, boy, was convicted, his case was appealed to
the Supreme court of New Jersey, where the judgment was affirmed, and
he was subsequently put to death for his crime. Now let us see what tive
tragic features of this case were to the lawyers and the judges who were
‘nterested in it. In the first place, from time immemorial, the law had
presumed that all chitdrco af fender years were incapable of committing
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are innocent of the erimes with which thes
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crime. These presumption§ may be overcome by evidence showing the
precocity in the child, and there are many instances where children have
been executed for murder. . But how was the presumption of innocence
and incapacity overcome in this case? A man’s .confession of his
innocence may not be used‘in his bekalf, but his admission of his guilt
may be uscd against him iy a-erimyinal case. Nevertheless, if an adimis-
sion of guilt is superinduced by threats or the equivalent thereof, it cannot
be used against the accused. In the case under consideration it was
shown beyond doubt that such language had been used toward the boy
in the first instance as to have probably produced terror in his mind, and
it was on this ground, as above stated, that his first confession was
excluded. It was not shown that the boy ever saw a jail, that he kirew
anything about an execution, ‘that he had the remotest practical concept
of the workings of the criminal court, or that he had any comprehension
of the appalling consequences of his talking against himself. Moreover,
at that time, under the criminal law, it was not possible for a person
accused of murder to give evidence in his own behalf. While the state
could offer the admissions of the accused, made out of court, against him,
vet the accused could not take the witness stand and testify in his own
behalf. .It, therefore, happened in the case of Guid that, while :his con-
fessions were being used against .him, he had to sit mute beside his
attorney and ina certain sense-permait his life to be taken away by default.
His attorneys were powerless to ‘help him. No wonder the judges of the
Supreme court, in affirming the judgment of conviction, “under a deep
sense of responsibility,” felt the awful gravity of the burden put upon
them and expressed their lament in their decision. Here was a possible
judicial murder which must have touched the minds and hearts of all the
people who knew of it. Here was one of those awful tragedies in law
illustrating the need of enlightened legislation and showing the responsi-

bility that rests upon every man for the kind of laws which are enacted in |

the place where he lives for the protection and control of himself and
every other man. Here was doubtless one of those frightful instances of
justice, so called, which shook the conscience of the civilized world and
caused much remedial legislation, instanced by Lord Denman’s act in

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England® (1843) and many similar ones in this country, removing from

persons accused of crime all disabilities to testify in their own behalf.—

(Green Bag, Boston).

ENGLISH LARCENY ACT, 1901.

. (1 Edw, VII. c. 10.)
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next, effects some much needed amesidments of the law relating to

fraudulent misappropriation, :
It repeals sectiong 75 and 76 of the Larceny Act, 1861 (24 and 25

Vict. c. 96), and substitutes other provisions in their place for the punish- |

ment of fraudulent misappropriation of property.
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follows: “Whosoever (a) being intrusted, either solely or jointly with any
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The State v. Guild.

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The prisoner was u coloured boy, born on the eleventh day of
“April, 1815, the-servant of one Joshua ‘Bunn, who was ‘the
-nearest neighbour to’the deceased, his house being situate-one
or two hundred yards distant, towards Pennington, and on the
opposite side of the road. There was a cornfield immediately
ucross the roud onposite the house of the deceased, in which

the prisoner was that afternoon engaged, alone; in cutting up

corn, :

About half-past two o’clock, Charles F. M’Coy, with his team
and boy, was passing that way, and before he got to the house,
saw the prisoner about twenty yards from the road, under an
apple tree in the.same field where he had been at work. He
hullooed to witness or his boy, and appeared in a good bumor.
He was hacking the’ tree with a corn knife. Having some
errand at the house, witness stopped his team opposite, went to
the door, and knocked; nobody answered.. Witness concluded
he could do Lis errand on his return, and left the door. As he
was going away:he heard a noise something like the moving of
a chuir. He proxeeded however on his way, and returned ahout
tive o'clock ; ned the door he met the little boy coming home;
asked him if nobody was dt home? he gaid his grandmother
was. He steppéd into the door and flew back. Witness entered,
and saw her. She lay in the corner of the fire place, her head

near the back, but did nét touch it. “I told the boy..to run to |

Joshua Bunn’s. I raised her and set her against my knees. I,
at first, thought she had bad a fit, and fell and bruised herself.
But she bled wonderfully. I put my finger on the top of her
skull, and it appeared to be mashed in. I looked round and saw
- the yoke (a horse yoke) about four feet off? There was some
blood on the yoke. The first person who came was Rachael
Bostedo, un old woman. She asked me what was the mater. I
told her I believed the old woman had been murdered. She did
not come in. Mr, Vankirk and his son then came. Then Mrs.
Bunn. She was yet alive. I saw no motion of the body after
I raised her up. There was a wound on the top of her head ;
one on the right temple; one on the right eye; and one on the
under jaw. I do not suppose these bruises could have been
made by falling. It appeared she had been at work, as a cap
lay on the hearth by the side of’ her.”
Doctor Springer testified, that he was passing by about dark,

% 7a fo, or threat; nor did any other person to my knowledge. It w
aa about balf a mile to Davis’ tavern. On the way, I asked him’

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J The State v. Guild.

went in and found her lying on the floor; he

breast covered with blood, which was still
" dreadfully mangled; the scalp loose and cu
bruise on the right side of the head; the under Jaw broken
The wounds were sufficient to produce death; and so great wii
the quantity of blood she lost, witness had no doubt her death
was produced by the wounds he examined. Heshould not have
known her she was so disfigured. A blow with the yoke by a
boy might produce death. The wounds could have been pro.
duced by that stick. Witness is a physician, &e.

On the same evening a coroner's inquest was held over the
body. A constable went for the prisoner and he Was brought up.
He was asked if he knew anything how the old lady came to
her death. He denied knowing. He was twice asked.

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me I got to
Davis’, and sat down. I then told him I wanted him to tell me
what he had done; to tell the truth and the whole truth. I took
bis examination in writing.” Here the ex

when Mr. Scott, a counsel for the prisone
there had been previous threats or promi

_ to establish that fact called oe
Joseph Davis, sworn: “On the morning of the 25th of Sep.
tember, Joshua Bunnell requested me to go down to the houso
af Mrs. Beukes. We went down and found several people there.
The boy was describing some person that came out of the Stony
Brook road. They went in pursuit of the person. I remained
af und took my seat. on the piazza in front. I observed the boy
oT Opposite cutting up’ corn, Hearing that suspicion had risen
: against him, I watched his motions, His manner of working
excited suspicion in me. Ibhad my eyeonhim. Hedid not seem
to mind his. business, Frequently looked towards the house.
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The State v. Guild.

back to the house.. Isaw a man talking with James (the pris-
oner) in sight of the house, in Mr. Bunn’s cornfield.- [ think it
was Andrew Titus. I went to them. I told the prisoner that I
bdelieved he was guilty of. the murder of that woman. He said
he was not; looked down as he spoke. I told him that I under-
stood that some persca had seen him about the house that ufter-
noon. I then asked him what was to be done about it? He
made no answer that I recollect. I then asked him, whether be
would not run away, since it appeared that he was guilty? He
said yes he would go right off. I told him he had better not, it
was not a proper time of day for him to run away. He had

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better postpone it until nigbt. He then said, he did not know -

where to go to. I told him if he would call on me‘that evening,
I could tell him something about it. As he appeared at the time
to be under a deep concern, I asked him if he could help him-
selfif he didrunaway? He said he could not, he had no money.
I then told him if he called on me that evening, I could help him
to a quaMer of a Gbllar or two. He said he would. 1 related
to the people at thy house the above conversation. They then

-went and brought him to. the +bouse. Charles M’Coy, Andrew —

Titus, Abraham Schenck and others. When they came to the
door, he was told by some of the company, that if he was guilty
of this murder, he had bevter confess it, for as he Could not
retain it long, he might as well confess it first as last. He
denied committing the murder. I told him if he was not guilty,
not to own it, but if he was guilty he had better confess it. He
then said that he done it. I believe I told him it was a pity
such a fine boy should be hanged.” oe

Cross-examined: “I expressly told him that if he was not
guilty he should not confess it. They found some blood on his
clothes, and asked him where that cume from. He said he must
have got it from killing a sheep.”

The counsel for the prisoner asked the witness “whether it
was not his opinion that the prisoner’s confessions arose from
the hopes or fears excited in his mind by the conversations and
other circumstances of that occasion? Objected to, and over-
ruled by the court.

Charles M’Coy sworn: “After Davis had talked to the boy,
Joseph Rue and I went after him. He started to run, I catched
him. He asked me what we were going todo with him. I told

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SEPTEMBER TERM, 1828. 167

The State v. Guild.

him we were going to take him over to the house. J told him [

“Was going to make him put his hand on her; that I had heard,

if a person had murdered another, make him put his hand on
ner, and she will bleed afresh. He said I am not going there. I
took hold of him to lead him along. Abram Schenck took hold
of him the other side, and led him ulong. He begun to cry,
After getting into the yard, it struck me to examine and see if
there was any blood. JI told him to pull off his coat. We found
on his waistcoat two specks o blood. He said they had been
killing a sheep a day or two before, and he bad got the blood
then. I asked him to go in the house. He suid he was not going
I said, Jim, if you have done this act you had better confess it
He hung his head, and after a while he said he had doneit. Some
ol the company stepped up and said, did he say he had done it?
Jim said ne. I then told him, Jim, you say you bave done it;
you had better confess it; and if you have, just tell us now whut
you done it for. After discovering the blood he seemed more’
confused. I did tell him if had not done it not to confess it; but
ir he had, he had better tell the whole truth. I am not certain
but I think Mr. Rittenhouse told him that if he woultl confess
he would probably get clear. This was before the blood wus
discovered, and before the confession of the fact. This was ten
o'clock next day. He soon after went with Esq. Cook to Mr.
Davis’, I have lived in the neighbourhood within about a mile
and a half of Mr. Bunn’s; have had frequent opportunities of

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I know of his: age; was alwa

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mischievous kind of boy.” 7

D. Cook, esq. “The night before, and next day particularly,
I told him to tell nothing’ but the truth. “Before taking his
examination, I asked him if he knew any thing about the nature
ofun oath. He said he did not. I told him he must tell nothing
but the truth; if he did, when he come to die, he would go to
punishment. He said he knew that well enough. He as %
great deal of understanding; as much as any black boy I am
acquainted with,’ .

Joseph Davis. “He is reputed a cunning smart boy.”

Jonathan Vankirk. “ He is accounted smarter than common.
black boys of his age; full of mischief; think him & Cunning

boy; ingenious to get out of a scrape.”

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ttle ‘ie sumption that the same inducement which operated upon his mind at the time tH ;
act ar he wade the verbal confession, might have continued to operate, at the time of \r '
ie: the written examination. "a We ‘}
When once a confession under influence is obtained, a presumption arises that il
a subsequent confession of the same nature flows from the like influence, and. NE
such presumption ought to be overcome before the confession can be given is. Ht
: evidence. . {: j
uke Although an original confession may have been obtained by improper means. } «3 Se
va ’ : ° ° aygtt :
: rubsequent confessions of the same, or of like facts may be admitted, if the ii v:
"Ce. court believe, from the Jength of time intervening, from proper warning, or i rane
sued. Se from other circumstances, that the delusive hopes or fears, under the influence- ri +4
d tae aw of which the original confession was obtained, were entirely dispelled. ah ; nt
sid ee A prisoner may be convicted on his own confession, when proved by lega! habs “en
fred Se iestimony, although it is uncorroborated by, any other evidence, provided the: Py is
1 the SS, | ee, Sens, corpus delieti. be proved. a in
aa: . ie === ~*~ Corroborating circumstances, used in reference to a confession, are such as. Ne e
mites a =-. >> * serve to strengthen it, to render it more probable, such in short, as may serve Hite af
com- ree 2. = to impress a jury with a belief of its truth. : ee
age : es ain v4
ae
a,

*enCe . a a crime necessarily supposes the’capacity td confess it. i
‘also, ~ : ; : i)
the | Sa This case came on to be tried at the Hunterdon Oyer and P
tead . ~~. Terminer, holden at Flemington, on Friday the 9th day of May, pts
ctéd. ele Pree 18BR, a . me
. cor- . aoe . . ‘ A
y, but Wm. Halsted, Jr. counsel for the state.
tion ;
che Messrs. Scott, Saxton, Clark and Prall, counsel for the
utd : prisoner. i “Rad
nee a amin om
The jury having been sworn and affirmed, the prosecutor iat Yih
' introduced his evidence, by which it appeared :— ya
. : . That Catharine Beakes, on the 24th day of September, 1827, Eire
; : ete _ resided in the township of Hypeayell,in.the county of Hunter
ns don, in a smal] house situate on the side of a public road. She
, .. yas upwards of sixty years of. age, and in good health; her
a : family consisted of herself, her son, (Jonathan Vankirk) and a
4 grandson, a little more than ten years of age. At noon ber son
went to work fora Mr. Titus, in tha neighbourhood, and her
~ grandson went to school, and she wee left alone in the house.
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The court excluded the written examination, and: overruled:

the preceding confessions.

The court adjourned until Saturday morning, 9 o’clock; at
which time the court was opened.

Mr. Halsted offered to prove confessions made by the prisoner
to various persons, five months after the first; after counsel had
been assigned him; and after he had been cautioned not to
expect favour, &c.;. and proved by Esquire Cook, that on Satur-
day morning of the October Term, he told Jim (the defendant)
that he must expect death and prepare to meet it; his counten-
ance changed, but he made no answer.

Esquire Thom peo. “And by the next day after he came to:

gaol, he confessed the facts, and that witness told him he must
ubide the consequence, and could not expect to escape.”
The confessions were objected to, being the same in substance

with the first. The g objection Wis overraled, and the confessions:

permitted to -be given in evidence.
. Eli*Herbert sworn.. “In Febr ‘uary Term I had some ¢onver-

“sation with him. Took in several: -people. He said he went there ”
(house of deceased) to; borrow a gun, and the old bitch would:
not lend it to him.” He said as he was going out of’ the door, he

saw the yoke by the door. He-picked it up and went back: Ho
did not know whether she saw him ornot. He struck her. She
did not fall. He struck her again, and she fell. He then went
toward the door, and then he thought if she got well, she would
tell his mistress, and his mistress would thrash him. He then:
went back to kill her, and did kill her.” |
Similar confessions were proved by Henry Gulick, Ralph
Stevenson, Ralph Knowles, S. G. Opdyke, esq. Charles Bon-
nell, esq. Thomas J. Stout, and others; made at various times,
as late as the month of February, and with more or less pur-
ticularity. To Henry Gulick he said that “she made him mud;
accused him of things not true. She accused him of killing
fowls or chickens, and letting out pidgeons.” To S. G. Opdyke,
esq. he said, “he did not intend to kill ber in the first place.
The first blow did not knock her exactly down. He thought he
would give her another. He then said he gave her the third blow
with the intent to kill her. The deceased was sitting by the fire
blowing the fire. Struck her back of the bead. Came up:
behind her.” To Ralph Knowles he said, “he had killed the

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woman and was sorry for it. He went there to get a gun

belonging to Johnathan Vankirk, and Mrs. Beakes refused to:
let him have it. She asked him why she should let him have
the gun, as he bad let out her pig and pidgeons. He said she
was saucy. She was starching a cap, and stooping down on the
hearth. He struck her. The second blow she fell. He then
desisted; but he thought if she told of him he should get a
terrible flogging)and then he concluded he would. kill ber, and
she would not tell of it. He struck her a third, and, I believe,
a fourth time:” ‘

Charles Bonnel, esq. sworn. “I had been in the habit of
going to the prison very often, and when 1 went the boys would
be running in and asking him questions. In September last, I
had cautioned James not to be making these acknowledgments
to the boys as they. were talking to him. He was told by the
boys he would be hung, and:all that. He said be did not care a
dam, he would swear at the boys. In February last he said he
had killed her. Said he had killed the damned old bitch with
the end of the yoke. Said he went to borrow a gun, und she
would not Jend it,” &e. , :

Cross-examined., “He appeared to have considerable wit, but
wanted discretion and good sense. - Seemed to be irritated by
others, and that was the cause of much of his bad conversation.
I thought there was too much talking to him. Kept growing
worse. Had devil enough in him when he came there.”

Thomas J. Stout, sworn. “The week before February court,
he was talking about it, in a lsose manner, as he generally did.
When asked if he thought the case would terminate against
him in court, he said he did not care adam. Would often rip
out something against the boys passing. He appeared acute in
many things, but did not appear to realize his situation. Never
appeared cast down; always cheery. Appeared a little more

‘deliberate when telling the circumstances of the old lady’s

death than on other occasions,”
Cross-exumined. “ He did not appear to realize his case as a

discreet or rational person would.”

J. J. Young,.esq. sworn. “At the time of the burning of the
court house, I had considerable conversation with the boy.’ I
thought him full as acute as boys in common. His memory
seemed to be correct.”

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‘lings, as they really were. But his confessions were made:

lony after. There‘were other sources of information, and if you
think it probable or possible, that it was furnished from other

sources, the evidence arising out of these coincidences will have:

but little weight
2. The confessions of the prisoner himself:—

Voluntary confessions, made understandingly, may prove crime.
But confessions made under the influence of fear or hope, pro-
duced by threats or promises, are not ever admissible in evi.
dence, ;

The first confessions offered in evidence were considered by

the court to be liable to objection on these grounds, and were:

therefore overruled; and having been overruled, it is your duty

to dismiss from your minds any knowledge you may have ob-
tained of them, ai least so far as they. can operate against the

prisoner. | , ,

Avuin. It is said “thal all subsequent admissions of the same
or of like facts, shéuld be overruled, because they. may’ bave:

proceeded from-the game influence. ’

Confessions have “been admitted before you by the court of
the same, or of like facts, made. afterwards, (some months after-
wards,) and which, by the application of the above principle in
its full extent, would have been rejected. These latter confes-

sions were received, because the court deemed, that although

an original confession may have been obtained by improper
means, subsequent confessions of the same or of like facts may
be admitted, if the court believe, from the length of time inter-

. Yening, from proper warning of the consequences of confession,

or from other circumstances, that the delusive hopes or fears,
under the influence of which the original confession was obtained,
were entirely dispelled. Under this impression of the law, the
court, with some hesitation, admitted the confessions; and hay-
ing been admitted, it is your business to consider them; and
to consider them with reference to the manner in which the first
confession was obtained; and if you are not satisfied that these

latter confessions were made freely and understandingly, and

wholly free from any expectation of benefit, raised by the hopes

and promises preceding the first confession, or from bis continu.

‘ing to tell a uniform story, it is your duty to reject them from

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|Your minds, and not to make them the foundation of. your

verdict.

It will be necessary then to go back to the circumstances pre-
ceding the original confession. I shall briefly notice them. The
prisoner was accused of the murder; he was told there was
proof of it; that he was seen about the house; he was advised
to run away; he was afterwards seized by two persons, and
taken near to the house where the murder was committed; he
was then told to take off his coat; blood was found on him, and
considered .by the bystanders as proof of his guilt; he was
usked to go in and touch the body, under the superstitious idea
suggested by the witnesses; “be was told he had better confess,”
that “if guilty he had better confess;” he was much pressed to
‘confess, but at the same time told not to confess unless he was
guilty; and a witness is pretty well satisfied that one of the by-
standers told him “if he would confess he would probably get
clear.” Under all the agitation, fears, and possible, if not proba-
ble hopes, produced by these circumstances, he made his first
confession, and immediately after, the one before the magistrate.
The court thought these first confessions, thus obtained, should be
overruled. | ,

You will next call to.mind the circumstances calculated to
remove this influence, if it existed, and muke the subsequent
confessions lawful. These latter confessions were made in Feb-
ruary, 1828, some months after the first. But you will recollect
that they were not made after an interval of silence, and under
new circumstances, and in aw "new situation; but the boy wus-
taken to gaol, and there wus a continued series of conversutions
and confessions, without lapse of time, or other fuvourable cir-
cumstance to bring him to reflection upon his awful situation, or
the danger of' these unguarded and thoughtless confessions.

With respect to the instructions of grave persons and magis-
trates; they were general; warning of his danger, to be sure, but
not particularly calculated or directed to dispel his false hopes,
if such existed, or to open to his mind, and impress upon it for.
cibly, ‘all the ‘consequences of his conduct. But the fuct is with
you. And if you are fully satisfied that these confessions were
made freely and understandingly, and uninfluenced by the
causes of the first confessions, you will then examine the con
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The State v. Guild. 7

‘They were made to several persons, and are so fully testified-

‘to, that there can beno doubt they were made. .

But: the defendant is an infant; at the time ofthe act, and
contession, between twelve and thirteen years of age. This fuct
should make you more Cautious in admitting the confessions, and
* induce you to resolve your doubte in his favour.

With respect to the ability of persons of his age, tO Commit
crimes of this nature, the law is, that under the age of seven,
they are deemed incapable of it. Between seven and fourteen,
if there be no proof of capacity, arising out of the case, or by
the testimony of witnesses, the presumption is in their favour ;
2 presumption however growing weaker and more easily over-
come, the nearer they approach to fourteen. And at the age of
this defendant, sufficient capacity is generally possessed in our
state of society, by children of ordinary understanding, and

having the usual advantages of moral and religious instruction. |
You will call to mind the evidence on this subject; and if you

are satisfied that he vas able, in a good degree, to distinguish

* be.ween right and wrong; to know the nature of the crime with ”

which he is charged ;" and that it was deserving of severe punish-
ment, bis infancy will furnish no obstacle, on the score of’ incs-
pacity, to his conviction.’ . .

If he be guilty of the crime, the next enquiry will be, is it the
crime stated in the indictment, that is, the crime of murder?

Murder is defined by Lord Coke to be, “where a person
of sound memory and discretion unlawfully killeth any rea-
sonable creature in being, with malice aforethought, either
express or implied.” And it is defined, by Curer Justice
KIRKPATRICK, to be, “the killing of a reasonable creature with

- malice aforethought.”

And the law presumes all homicide to be committed with
malice aforethought until the contrary appears from circum-
stances of alleviation, excuse, or justification. And it is incum-
bent on the prisoner to establish such circumstances unless they
uppear in the evidence produced against him. 2 Halsted 243.
Manslaughter is the unlawful and felonious killing of another
without any malice express or implied.”

“Ifa man kill another suddenly, without any, or without con-
siderable provocation, the law implies malice, and the homicide is
murder.”

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The State v. Guild.

“If it be perpetrated with, a deadly weapon, the provocation

Inust be great indeed; to extenuate the offence to manslaughter.”

It is even laid down, “ That no words or questions ure sufficiently
provoking to soften the crime to manslaughter,
trated with a deadly weapon.”

You will apply these principles to the case before you. You
will recollect the slight nature of the provocation. And notwith-
standing the eloquent appeal which has been made on this subject
to the compassion of the court, I feel it my duty to say to you,
that there is nothing in the provocation sufficient to soften the
crime into that of' manslaughter; but that, if guilty at all, the
prisoner is guilty of the crime of murder.

Of this case, you are the constituted judges. I trust you will
discharge your duty with caution, with humanity, and at the
same time with firmness; with due attention to the claims of
mercy, and of justice, of the prisoner and of your country. And
that if from the law and evidence you are fully satisfied of the
defendant’s guilt, you will say so. But if you believe him inno-’
cent, or have any doubts, even the slightest, of his guilt, you will .

acquit him. And may he, who knows the truth, guide you to
the proper result, , ;

'

The jury after being out between two and three hours returned
a verdict of guilty.

if it be perpe-

G. K. Draxr.

After the verdict was rendered, Mr. Scott, on behalf of the pris-
oner, moved the court, that the judgment be deferred until the next
term of the Oyer and Terminer, that an- Opportunity might be

.afforded in thé meantime, to take’-the advisory opinion of the

Supreme Court upon several questions of law which had been
discussed by the counsel, and decided by the court in the progress
of the trial. This motion was acceded to by the court, and the
foregoing state of the case was drawn up by Justice Drakes, and
submitted to the Supreme Court. At the September Term, the

case was argued by Clark and Saxton for the prisoner, and J¥,
Halsted for the state.

The counsel for the prisoner contended :

I. That the confession made by the prisoner, to D. Cook, esq.
and the written examination taken before him were inadmissible,
having been made so recently after the mind of the prisoner had
been operated upon by the inducements of hope and fear.

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Jonathan Vankirk, called again. “I had borrowed a gun and
aad it in the house some time. The boy knew I had it. J bad
, a pidgeon-in-the crib. © We had a shoat that got hurt, and the
deceased thought that the defendant run over it with a horse,

us I heard her say. When I went out of the house the yoke
was by the side of the docr.”
_ Witnesses for defendant :—

Stephen Albro, sworn. “I came to the gaol about the middle

of November. The boy was a prisoner there. I heard his con- i

versation, and observed bis manners, until he was removed to

Somerville. Heard him express himself in respectful terms of his ,

master’s family. Never heard any ill-will expressed towards his
mistress. He would answerin an impudent way when interrogated.
1 have seen many boys of his age having a greater share of un-
derstanding than be. I do not think be had hardly an ordinary
share of it. “Be appeared to have a smartness of turn when talked
to. I have never thought him deep. He had intelligence enough
to know when.he did wr@ng, but was wanting in discretion, and
could not fully appreciate, the consequences of crime. He wuas-
often teased, and would answer smartly and insolently.”

Cross-examined. °* He- has capacity enough té distinguish:

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between right and wrong; but I do not think he considers or: by :

_ reflects as much as some. ,I think there are usually too many
visitors to such prisoners. I heard ‘some person ask how he

came to kill that woman? He said because she made him mad. - FES

I think his bad actions proceed more - from passion than from
malice.”

Joshua Bunn, sworn. - “A day or-two before the marder was
committed, James assisted in killing a sheep. I have endeavored
to give him good instruction, and in some respects he knows
the difference between good and evil. He has some idea of the
consequences of evil as respects another world; attended family
prayers; often had religious worship at my house; once a
month. Should have sent him to Sunday school, but was afraid
it would do more hurt than good, he was so inconsiderate and
mischievous. He is passionate, mischievous, insolent, but does
-not bear malice.”

The cause was summed up by Mr. Saxton and Mr. Clark on

‘he part of the prisoner, and by Mr. Halsted in behalf of the
state.

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SEPTEMBER TERM, 1828. _

The State v. Guild.

CuHarGge.—(entlemen of the jury,
James Guild is indicted for the murder of Catharine Beakes,

at the township of Hopewell, on the 24th day of September,

1827.

That a woman by the name of Catharine Beakes, at her house
in the township of Hopewell, came to her death, on the 24th
day of September, 1827, is proved beyond controversy; and
upon recalling to your minds the evidence of the witnesses, and
especially of the physician, respecting the marks of violence
visible about her head, I think you cannot have a moment’s
hesitation in believing that her death arose from severe blows
inflicted by some hiaad, not her own; and by striking with the
yoke, produced in court, (which was fodad near her} or with a
club, or some similar instrument of aggression ; and if you con-
sider her death proved to have arisen from a blow, or blows,
with this yoke, or a club, or any weapon of the like kind, the
indictment is supported in this respect.-

The next and great question which arises is, who is the mur-
derer ? or rather, is the prisoner at the bar the individual who
has committed chi heinous offence against the laws of God and

mun? ,

The evidence, to fix it upon this defendant i is, in the first place,

The circumstances attending this transaction. These, as affect-

ing the prisoner, are none of them very important. The prin-
cipal are i—

. He was near the scene working i in a field.
. He was unwilling to go in and see her when told it might

prove his guilt.

3. He had some spots of blood on his jacket.

With respect to the last of these, you will recollect the cause
to which he ascribed it, and in which he is confirmed by the
testimony of his master, Joshua Bunn; and as to his unwilling-
ness to touch the corpse, a child of big years might naturally
have felt all the aversion to it which he manifested, placed in the

Same circumstances, without any consciousness of guilt.

There are, besides these, some coincidences between the facts
detailed in: his confessions, and the real state of’ things us testi-
fied by other witnesses. These would be strong proofs of guilt,
if he could not have learned them from any other means except
by having gone to the house and seen the body, and other


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The State v. Guild. .

If. That the confessions made by the prisoner after.he bad
heen confined in gaol, and five months after the offence com-
mitted, ought also to be rejected, because it was to’ be presumed,
that the same inducements which operated upon the mind of the
prisoner to make the first confesion, continued to influence his
mind at the time of the subsequent confessions, and cited the
case of King v. White, 2 Starkie Evi. 49, and State v. Aaron, 1
South. 240.

Ifl. That if these confessions were competent evidence, that
they were not sufficient to convict the prisoner, as they were
only. naked confessions uncorroborated by circumstances. 1
South. 240.

On the part of’ the state it was contended;

I. The confession made by defendant to D. Cook, esq. was
admissible. , .
No threat was held out to him, or promise of favour, but he
was cautioned to teil the truth. a -
The fact of a pia’son (having no authority) holding out an
inducement, such as this Case pregetits, is not sufficient to exclude -
the evidence. Reaf v.-Gibbons, 1 Carr. & Payne, 97. 11 Eng. C.
L. Rep. 327, Wit: 3438. Rex v. Tyler, 1 Carr. & Payne 129.
Curr. Cr. Law 65.+ Rex v.. Rowe, Russell & Ryland,.C. C. R.
153; and 4 Dall. Rep. 116. Commonwealth v. Dillon, 2° Stark.
Evi. 50, note g. ;

The observations or promises, if any, were all conditional.
“If you are guilty you bad better confess,” &¢. &. differ from
Warickshall & Thompson’s cas2, Leach. 263-291. |

II. If even that evidence was inadmissible, on account of its
being made so soon after the inducement to confess was held out
to him, yet that the circumstances and lapse of time which inter-
vened were sufficient to efface any impression of hope of favour
which might have been fixed upon his mind.

The case of King v. White, is sited to shew that all subsequent
confessions ought to be rejected. This is a mere note of a man-
uscript case, and it is impossible-to tell what were the circum-
stances of it; and it has been overruled by later cases.

Whether the impressions on his mind ‘were removed by the

lapse of time, or the declarations of Judges Cook and Thompson,
were properly left to the jury.

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The State v. Guild.

gh

- The competency of the last declarations, must rest upon the

fame footing as the first; that is, whether they were induced by

the expectation of favour, or fear of punishment. And Cuter
Justice Kirkparrick in the case of Aaron says, if it rested upon
that ground, he would have left it to the jury. 1 South. 240.
Justice Sournarp also was of this opinion.

Ill. If these confessions were competent, were they sufficient
to convict ?

It is said they are not.

1. Because they are not corroborated by circumstances, They
are mere naked confessions.

2. Because made by an infant.

1. These were not what are understood to be, mere naked
-confessions uncorroborated. .

What is meant by a mere naked confession, such as hus been
said would not be sufficient to convict, is where even the corpus
delicti iS not proved, as the case referred to in note to 2 Starkie,
Evi. 48 note, where the person supposed to be murdered was still
living.

And this must be the case to which Jupa@e RossELi refers,
when he says no person can be convicted on his own confession,
Without a single fact to corroborate.

‘And if he means to apply his remark to cases, Where the
corpus delicti is proved by other testimony, the remark is not
law. For it is well settled, at this day, that if a confession be
voluntarily made, it is sufficient, if the jury believe it to be true

to convict the prisoner, without any corroborating circumstances
Pl fad yy :

‘to support it. Wheling’s case, Leach Ca. 311 note. 2 Hawk. 595.

Tit. Evi. Book 2, Ch. 46, sec. 37. Carr. Crim. Law 64. Russ. &
ty. C, C. R. 440. Phi. Evi. 80. But in this case there were
corroborating circumstances, viz.

The circumstance of his relating where the yoke was, viz,
behind the door, which he could not have known if he bad not
been there. That he went to get a gun belonging to Jon
Vankirk, who it is proved had a gun, &&.

IV. If a naked confession of this kind is sufficient to convict
an adult, it is sufficient to convict defendant. See opinion of

athan

Southard. 1 South. 245-6.

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qpetted jjand, If unsuccessful in this, also, then they
‘@eeid be content only when they had seen the door
kept aff of theee other sights from them.

famsities seemed actuated by this morbid cu- |

wiusity ; fathers and mothers, with thetr little ones,

. eider brothers, with younger, and servants innumera’
dle, having; in several! instances, babes in their arms, |

joined the motiey, curious crowd, and thronged the
corridors of the jail with a pertinacity and a dogged
_ perseverance worthy of « better cause,

Great efforts were made te induce Sheriff Swzgnz1
20 execute Haapes tn public, The fine for so doing
would have been $200, which the citizens of Belvi-
dere offered to make up on condition of his so doing,

The reasons given were, that thousands of people |

from the surrounding townships and villages would
come to witness the execution, and their coming
would benefit Belvidere, pecuniarily speaking, very
largely, and it was aiso thought that as HARDEN was

#0 very well known there, that his public execution | 4
| this, His counsel remarketi that nothing wou

‘wouldhave &@ grand moral effect upon the young
men, MENDY of whom ure inclined to be ‘fast and to en-
Joy the gleasures of this life, even ifit be but for a

rent irie’. with sobbings and cries, they bade him
rewell, Harpzyx’s voice trembled as he blessed

them, and when the little child of Mr. Swuzrzy put
up his lips to kiss him, the prisoner bust into tears.
The Sheriff, who is « kind-hearted man, was affected
to tears and his little boy said, “ bul see, Papa,

he’s crying too. What makes you cry, Papa?” At

this moment |
HIS COFFIN |

was brought into the sitting room. It was made‘of |

biack wainut. The top and sides were ornament
with silver tinee] braid, contrasting strangely wit
one’s idea of propriety. The rough plate had the
name of the prisoner scratched upon it in script, and
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ideas ceatred to have it taken into his cell, that he
might know all about it.

the gift of gab. and that he possessed in a remarka-

ble . His ministerial friends, his counsel, the
Sheriff, all who ever knew him, agree that he wasa
| cool, clear-headed, heartless fellow, whose love of

season. At one time it was reported that the Sheriff |

had received the @200, and had consented to make
‘the ceremoay a public ove, but the report was un-
founded tz fact, for the Sheriff had not for a moment
entertained the idea of such a change.

One canecarcely imagine what there is about ap
execution.w hich shouid excite such unbounded curi.

| @aity in the r astic mind. There have been moré than

5,009 applications for tickets permitting a *‘ private
vlog” of the sickening spectacle, aud hundreds have
@aillied to see ;the coffin, to listen to the hammering
@pon the scafi Id, and to gape listlessly at the closed
door of the prison. ;

* @erough the courtesy of Sheriff Swezwar «we were
permitted a private view of the scaffold on Thurs-
day. its construction was very simple, and.admira-
diy adapted for its desired purpose. Two uprights,
fourteen feet in: height, sustained a ¢ross-beam, in
which was imserted the pullies over avhich
the rope was to run. A fligat of steps as-
cended te a platform which was seven feet
from the grourd-<iropped from this platform
a distance of ¢ne foot, was the trap plank,
which was supported by a catch at one end, and
worked on 6 hinge mt the other. The idea being to
adjust the oneand of the rope alluded te around the
neck of the priaoner, who would stand on the plank —
at.a given sigoa) the attendant would cat a rope
which held the catch; the plank being unsustained at
that end would drop on its hinges, and the prisoner
would fall until stopped by the length of the rope—
the whole affair being as simple as Aj BC, and as
easily managed as a tame kitten. As we passed
through the corridor we saw

HARDEN IN HIS CELL. . ;

He sat at the side of a wooden table, with arms
folded, legs ¢rossed and manner tranquil. With him
were two clergymen—a Presbyterian and a Method.
ist; they were his spiritual advisers, and spent the
entire night with him. The time was occupied in
reading from the Scriptures, in praying and singing
psalet and hymns and spiritual songs. Of the three,
Mane was much the most self-possessed, confident

ana ‘@peured. He was in doubt whether or not he.

\

ad better make a long address from the scaffold. He
lg@ carefully prepared one but concluded not to de-
Meer it, and finally said he “ would wait till he saw
haw he felt in the morning ;" replying in the same

3 ~ y : y |

S
is.

uOtoriety would sustain him even at sucha time

please Hagpen more, and he would be ip his vety
element, if his friends would allow him to addre
ihe immense throng of people who had gathered {o
witness his execution.
The Sheriff had taken the precaution to order out
two military c jes, one of which kept guard in
front of the hotel, while the other looked after the

-cabbages ahd cherry trees in the Sheriff's garden, The

, Windows and roofe of the ad,oining bulidings were
‘filled with curious spectators, the barns wer: covered
, with sightmongers, and the chetry trees were load

: with men and

| end of dis arm stump, was selling Harpen’s
| sraph.for fifteen cents. A disgusting,

\

ys, all anxious to
‘the Harden tragedy.

THE SCENE IN THE JAIL YARD

was a peculiar one, and presented a fine argument
for the opposer of public executions. A ay of re-
porters stood near the jail door, claplaring d com-
paring various, trinkets, autographs and eepsakes
obiained from farpsn, and uss his probable
bearing. All the principsl New Yo papers were
represented, and many et the Philadelphia and New
lsc apers also. Seme of those in the yard were
ex g the scaffold ; others cutting little pieces
from the drop-plank ; some were trying the pulleys,
and others were p'aying with the spring. Nearly ev-
eryone wags smoking, many whistling. and not a few
whittling. One old lame man, with green spectacles
a caneer on his lip, and #0 iron hook fastened to the
ho
short-haired, p{m-
ply chap was exhibiting obscene pictures te his friends
or chance acqaintances im @coser, and
upon the steps of the scaffold Iwi
cious shez ¢ hurry up.” A the i.
@use were severa angele’ women
who seemed joyous in anticipation of sport, and
whose names should be Mohed, did we not know
they would be gratifi thereby beyond measure,
Among the men in the yard were there who had
brought their sittle sons with them. We remonétrated
with ene who had a little nine-year old by the hand,
and asked him if he intended to allow him to rematn
during the execvtion. “ Oh, eertalaly,” eald be, “I
believe in letting the coming generation see all that’s
going on, and know what’s what from what isa’t.”
hile these were thus enjoying themselves,
ve qasered jasiand stood by Hanpay’s door dur-
€

PARRWELL SERVIOR
with the cerarmee They were sing

see the last act

* Lerd dla-

miss us with thy blessing,” and while the volees of
pry Fvagatepion Hp lergymen were ‘ r indis that
strained. After ho “aden + aoeeer d, ond
the Sheriff that his tee

Sb ed to
had more than ‘ he

prsaitans crtees ee

pollewed by crips of distress and enguith, #ubep-

-\
$2 aby’ wr

{

He seemed to have no
heart, no anything, which belongs tohumanity,except |

4
4
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;

ene cabana eee

on special service.

News has been received by Army officers

from the detachment of United States soldie:
strong) which left St. Louis for Oregon on the
May. They are now at their destination, havin
seriously delayed on the journey by the low sat
the rivers over which they had to pass.
@in compliance with an order of the Nay
partment, the Powhatan, Mississippi, San J
Saranac and Susquehanna, are henceforward
designated in the navy first-class steamers,
Powhatan is expected to arrive at Philadelphia
time in August, after which the order above re
to will take effect.

On the Ist July, the barracks and posts «
United States Army were as follows: Departm
the East, 14; Department of the West, 10; 0
ment of the Platte, 4; Department of New-M
15; Department of Texas, 17; Department of
2; Department of Oregon, 11; Department o;
fornia, 8; total, 81. Armories and arsena!s, 23.

Late advices from Fort Kearmey, N. T.,
that in consequence of the suspicious attitude
Indians, in the neighborhood of that fort, (whe
since, as the telegrapb has made known, mad
demonstrations of hostility,) the party of 1
States troops, en route to Utah, which had stop
the Fort for provisions and refreshments, woulc
ably be detained there until the return of Col
who was temporarily absent. ;

The United Mates sailing corvette Macc,
late of the Mediterranean sjuadron, being nor
28 days at sea from Gibraltar, is nearly duc at
mouth, N, H., and will probably arrive there or
day or Tuesday next. The Macedomian has
about 28 months in commission, during which s

' touched at all the ravigable harbors in the so

Europe, and been employed in looking «fter |

can interests on the coast of Italy. &
a first-class sloon-of-war, carries 2.

13 officers and about 30 men; and
bulit 24 years ago in Norfolk. Some of t

Macedonian's planks are in her hull, She was
ed to accompany tne Jamestoun with proviai
sufferers from the Irieh famine, a few yoars ag

| bas since made a craise in the Fast [nilee.

Macedoman will be surveyed on her arrival at
mouth, that her condition may be reported
Department. Iler officere and crew will be te
ately detached and paid of, ami her arm
unshipped. Inthe absence of special advices
the ship, we give a list of her offipors, as registe
the books of the Navy Bepartment Comm
Uriah P. Levy ; ijdeutenants, A. D. Harrell,
Hopkins, Paul Shirly, F. A. Roe, and 0. C, Ba
Burgeon, James C. Palmer, Passed Ansieta
Thomas B. Steele , Assistant do., Charies Lav
Paymaster, J, Van Bicecker , Masters, B. 0
thewsend H. B. Dalton, Masine Ufioe, Jas
Jones , Midahipman, A. V, Reed,
“ a lieitettianenenamaaatel od

A swindler has been operating boldly in |
land, Ohio. By claiming to bea wool deaies
Boston, he managed to heave Wasen, Everett :

out of $308 by peruading them to give F

mopey = three 6160 coun ret bil pa. N

Henk, MS a i & Ge, :
, and the Forest City Bank

frou! was not discev dred

ss or

vffalo sy fered to the amount of
rogue,

wh & admires.
meet ae giéel ve

odtad, * for my

as hanginan’s day
of to the wretohed
chronicling. The
in spite of the in-
jreds of men, and,

mmen, all anxious to

which the prisoner
falling in that, catch
h the scaffold was
his, also, then they
had seen the door
sights from them.
by this morbid cu-
th thetr little ones,
servants innumera-
abes in their arans,
and thronged the
mcity and a dogged
use,

ce Sheriff Sweanzr
e fine for so doing
) cltizens of Belvi-

§

eee

aim, we were permitted to enter.

, up his lips

ion of his so doing, |

ousands of people
ind villages would
aod their coming
ily speaking, very
mt as HaRpgn was

ct upon the young
Obe fast and to en-
mn ifit be but for a

. Sheri

fevenda. Ui le « boeg. fadi amd eatizve comipesion. 1h

oapesl they would  ppeerted, ap thet people huw uneuapected of crime or

tetet, will fed themsetves secon the sharers of his ao
tortety, a well os of bis passion, itis to be hoped

ons Some hove re ee ne oan. Oh
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Sey. E

Busvingas Jan, July 6, 1860, |
A@zalt the bearer, Mr. ——-, |
to witness the
EXECUTION OF JACOB 8S. HARDEN.
| ‘Wa, Swaznsr, Sheriff.
with this, we pressed oar way th h th
hundieds of pushing, striving, etraggiing cota
seekers, and 2 @ stern, man at
door, After a careful examination of both sides
the ticket, a scrutinizing, searching, spy-detectin
glance and a wholesale review ,from the said chief
H pase trom nis il to the yard he heting
saw [aapaw om his ce e e having
expressed a desire to have a ,

PRELIMINARY VIEW OF THE APPARATUS. |

He ascended the steps lightly, with the Sheriff b
his side, and said, * Let's go up and on, by id po
we shall bye-and-bye ; you go an the outside, I on the:
inside ; when you want me to step on the trap, yo
must step down with me, so—there, that’s the way,

and soon. The scaffold was built in the corner
the vere: diagonally opposite his cell, at request,
80 t he could see {t while in course of. erection.

His masiner with the Sheriff was very/ kind an
triendly, indeed he could feel no other n kind
towards Mr, Swasnsy and all his family, as a Ro
been the recipient of constant and unremitting -
ness from them tince his first confinement until the
t of his execution.
ving reéntered his cell, he desired to say a few
parting |
WORDS WITH THE SHERIFF’S FAMILY. |
Trey went to the door of his room and in great a
pares’ ef. with sobbings and cries, they e him
rewell, Harpzn’s voice trembled as he blessed
them, and when the little child of Mr. Swaznzy put
to kiss him, the prisoner bust into tears.
Sheriff, who is a kind-hearted man, was affec
to tears and his little boy said, ‘‘ Why, see, Papa,
he’s crying too. What makes you cry, Papa 2” = At
this moment |
HIS COFFIN |

was prougnt inte the s ‘room,
biack walnut. The top sides were ornament
with silver tinee] braid, contrasting strangely wi
one’s idea of propriety. The rough plate had
name of the prisoner scratched upon it in script, and
the impression produced in our minds was an

but pleasant, by the evident aiming a oddity and effect.
Harpewn desired to have it taken into his cell, that he
might know all about it.
heart, no anything, which belongs tohLumanity,except

the gift of gab. and that he possessed in a remarka- |
His ministerial friends, his couasel, the |

ble degree.

all who ever knew him, agree that he wasa

| cool, clear-headed, heartless fellow, whose love of
§ public execution |

' this,

ei that the Sherif _

witness

notoriety would sustain him even at such a time 46
His counsel remarked that nothing would

whe to do with ik ee epeme beat te him and bi*

, aa

It was made of |

He seemed to have no ¢

|
j
{
‘

Cur by the oil P we narrow!
watched he pedy. Até rms @hook violently,
and the legs ¢re up down with force and pow-

?. While strap , @ distigct, gurgting,'ra
ped yh M+. 5 0 1

follow ed—the ela —
ard, and

hing
the body serung tently back ward
pd turned, At 20 minutes of
ptm gy A be hed been hangieg Gve miant: 6,
THE DOCTORS FELT HIS PULSE.

nd 4 pulsation still very distinct, At this
time the neck became : hands

‘

tinge. and
aPie och the Doctors again examined him, and

pronounced
Livrg TO BE EXTINCY.
jaragtanet ges orienta at
b the full preacr Ww y-five min-
wena which time the , aided by the physi-
cians, removed the rope and lowered the
BODY INTO THE COFFIN,

which had Placed beneath the scaffok!. It was
then carried into als ep, where none but the Sherif,
siclans reporters were, admitted.
oct tenn nation, it found that the neck had
not been broken by the'fajl, and that, consequently,
death had been essed by apoplexy. The fac ‘was Ver)
dark and discolored, h not , the eyés and

ock precisély.
been drawn awayea .
WIRD SCENE OF CONYUSION ©

death in a cool, collected manner—that the Sheritf
and his attendants acquitted themselves with great
credit and dignity—that the men and the women of

_ that section of the country eternally disgraced them-

selves by their untimely, unwise, improper and in-
human behavior, and that we are heartily glad the
whole affair is ended, praying sincerely that we may
never look upon its like again. HOWARD.

a
Army and Navy Intelligence.

During the past year, the casualties among na-
val officers were as follows: resigned, 40, died, 28 ;
Marine Corps, died, ! ; dismissed, 16 ; no resigna-
tions. There are now about 120 officerg employeJ
on special service.

News has been received by Army officers here
from the detachment of United States soldiers (2.0

strorg) which left St. Louis for Oregon on the 34 of .

May. They are now at their destination, having been
sermously delayed on the journey by the low state uf
the rivers over which they had to pass.

@in compliance with an order of the Navy [e-
partment, the Powhatan, Mississippi, San Jacinto,

Saranac and Susquehanna, are henceforward to be'

designated in the navy first-class steamers, The
Powhatan is expected to arrive at Philadelphia some-

time in August, after which the order above referred |;

to will take effect,

On the lst July, the barracks and posts of the
United States Army were as follows: Department of
the East, 14; Department of the West, 10; Depart
ment of the Platte, 4; Department of New-Mexico,

15; Department of Texas, 17; Department of Utah, |
| 2; Department of Oregon, 11; Department of Calr-
! fornia, 8; total, 81,

Armories and arsenals, 23.
Late advices from Fort Kearmey, N. T., state

please Harpen more, and he would be in his vety | thatin consequence of the suspictous altitude of the

element, if his-friends would allow him to addre
the immense throng of people who had gathered fo
his execution. |

4
‘

Indians, in the Peighborhood of that fort, (who have
since, as the te‘egrapb has made known, made open

notse resembling gu redeol

g to sever
hood of States. It does not
to legislateffor the extension of Slavery, nor

r tts restriction} bat to ve to q@ach State
prams ier natty etc att
pro’ give, namely :—pe equality
of rights, and te commit to the e, to
climate, and to soil, the determination as to the kind
of institution best fitted to their requirements in their
constitutienal limits ; and declaring as a fundamental
msxim that the

& que
stroy this br

tablish or prohibit Slavery when they come to form
a Constitution preparatory to their aimission as a
State into the Union.

if, happily, our principles shall prevail, an era
of peace and harmony wil! be restored ito our dis-
tracted country, and ne more shal) we bs troubled
with the agitation of this dangerous question, be-
cause it will be removed as well from the Territorial
Logivtetures as from the Halls of Congr wher we
8 be free to turn our attention to réore useful
issues promotive of our growth in national) greatness.

Our Union must be preserved! But thiscan only
be done by maintaining the Constitution inviotate in
a1] its provisions and guarantees. The judicial au-
thority, as provided by the Constitution, must be
wall ih Teeuia to the. thents of property idl the Tort
we regar ghts of property im the Terri-
tories as in all other matters. |

Hoping (er success, and trusting in the; truth and
justice of the princi of our Party, ahd in that
Divine Providence watched over us and
made usone of the great nations of the earth, and
that we may continue to merit Divine protection, I
cheerfully accept the nomination so upanimously

on me. and cordially indorse platform
Ihave te bona be. Six, with lenpqt. your
5 ennai teeeminenel i
| Letter from Minyor Wood on the Daty of the
Demecracy. |

H

| HE PROPOSES TO RUN: DOUGLAS IN THE NORTH
AND BRECKINRIDGE IN THE SOUTH.

The following letter from Mayor Woop to Jonn
J. Van ALLen, Esq., of Schuyler County, has been sent
| to us for publication. It speaks for itself ;

j Mayors Orgics, Naw-Yoark, 6th July, 1960.

Drak Siz: 1 am in receipt of your favor of the 3Uth
| ult., asking my views with reference to the duty of
| National Democrats in the State of New-York at this
time. You havea right to ask this ques
and it is incumfent upon me to reply. The present
attitude of the Democraijc Party is humiliating tn.
deed, Every lover of the Union and the continued
{ prosperity and” perpetulfy of our institutions must
fecl concerned in contemplating its condjtlon. It ts
_ hot my purpose to place the responsib{lity for this
' state ofthings. Reproaches avail not i furnishing
; a@ remedy for misfortunes or error,
know that the old ship is nearly strandéd, and we
should not precipitate her apparently ptobable de-
struction by recurring to the causes which placed
her in her present critical condition. We have had
too much exasperation already. Personal alterca

tions and misunderstendings have produced the ‘evil,
and those who, like myseif, have not been parties to
the quarrel, either in tts origin or continuance, should
exercise the advantage of this exemption by offering
, aremedy, if one can be found,

on the principle which appeare to have n origin:
ally Involved ip the controversy, my own Wie we were
decidedly with the National Democracy, aud ageiast
jpece pave med by Mr. Dove.as, I am, areal have heen
in favor of the interference of the Fed-
tive for the protection of all the Gonaetl{::
ts of the Slave Mtates tn the Territories |
@avee as property lo be ene of thoes
fully entitled to this protection, | wae
of an open declaration of tis priggipie
ratic National Convention ond’ if
friends has bee: awaried state in that
» Weskould have voted unamimousiy fer
orm. We should have also voted fur «
je who entertained the sine opingous,
} »l@ anevil hour, others were adal@ed eo see's,
#0 our exelusion, and the reeuli is now befere the
tn the disorganization aad demoraiigetion of
!

ig ot pe thie Bret faire etep of the ( any ention
este which ied ttipto adi (ts subsequent dimen!
from Which it Bever became extricated uati! it
| Gaeegiutier-thet should be tne study of Gail How

n of me, |

It ispuffictent to |

i Itis due, hewever, to myself, that | sand somite


Syne ey OEE. RINE ye
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De ee ili ee ee en va

S pheglles l e 7

WENT AT TTB SGARPOLD. |

Rt bs the shire towm of the County
pinee where Hassan was tried,
fenced. For many a long month
ach crowd of gatty-dressed, merry-
*@ people, as were gathered there
Warren House, the proprietor was
thrde and four tm a room, besides
ty into his spacious bara, where
om the freshly gathered hay, and
cocks in the morning. The bar-
ith noisy, brawling fellows—some |
, others polities, some the desired |
hers the propriety of all hands |
me thing ied to another, and the
on Mercer-street couldn’: boast
of bacchanalian revel than was
and elsewhere in that quiet
From the har-room |
1 went into the ‘‘ Ladies’ Parlo-.” |
find quiet and a change af topics. |
@n, old and young, were busily en- |
fon; and it needed no im
t the single theme was
m. Many of them had come thirty
Ing to witness the spectacie, Some
te late Mrs. Harpe, and supposed, |
they were entitled to admission.
he yard was a gource of great re.
asant-featured woman, who said
venty-three miles to see Harprn
iter ‘ that there wouldn't be much
r the yard was so small they would
ded,’ besides, she added, “ for my
Ww we are all to get in.”

i een

Belvidere.

; the weather appropnate—chilly,
Black clouds threatened
, biting wind made ali luckless,
s shiver and squirm.
, the whole towa was up, dressed, | he freely gave for the benefit of his wayward boy,
n foot. One direction served them | and it is estimated that he has spent something
inated all, one determination ab-

The direction wes tewards the
 mintie ak ete a

ii hectare © o> ~*

the pleasure of a day's Aching, nad concia- |,

4 det Ao walt, OF be sew how he felt t-merrow. He

fing ™ soy tegard,

him, 89 near to |
Semeast, soifeencelt and afrogance. Doubtless a
Bigher than bumens will gave them the requisi‘e
emhount of patience and forbearapce, 6

YHE PARTING SCEXE

with bis father was not so tender a one as one would
axpect—the old gentleman had. bsen « kind fatuer to
Jacem, be had faithiuly attended to his education—
had {girly launched Bis youthful bark upon the sea
of life—had beard of bis wreck—had hastened to him,
end with that love which has. no equal on the face of
the earth, had stoed by him when all else forsook
-him—bad impoverished himself Mteraky, that his
pon should have every legal defence provided him—
had witnessed his convigtion—had heard his sentence,
and now hed come to take a long, last farewell. O02!

_ | bow bard it was for the geod old man, to believe that

_ 4 Bis non, his pride, his darling, should be doomed to a |
4 felon’s grave—should even now be preparing to.
ewing off from the plank op which none but |
murderers apd those who shed their brother's |
‘ blood are found. “ Oh! Jacom, Jacos, Jacon, my
@on, my eon, would that I could die for thee,
my poor, poor boy. ’Tis right that you should die |
Jacos; but ob, Aew hard, how. hard. Good bye, my |
dear boy ; keep up your courage ; trust in him who)
has pawer to sustain, who alone can save you from |
} that second death, from which there is no waking, no
happy resurrection. Into His hands I commit thy
spirit. Goa bless you, dear, dear, boy. God bless
and keep you forever.” Hampsmw was not greatly
moved. He seemed at frst a little non-
plussed for appropriate action, but soon recovered
his infernal equanimity, and bade bis father a quiet, |
unconstrained, unfeeling farewell, adding that he.
‘*hoped and trusted they should meet in Heaven.”
We echo the “ hope,” but cannot indoyse the “ trust.”
There must be a great change, either in Hagpen, or
in our ideas of the inhabitants of Heaven, before we.
can think of him as an occupant of that blissful abode,
where “‘ Saints in Glory shine, bright, bright asday,’,
and where none but the “ pure in heart can see Goj,’
and the meek and lowlyffollowers of the Saviour
are welcomed—not of their own merit, but through'
the mercy and love of him who died that they might’
live. |
After his father had gone, Haapen sent for his bro-|
ther, had some conversation with him on mutually ie-
- teresting topics, and gave him |
HIS CONFESSION,

Which he was immediately to take to his father, and,
who is to do with itas seems best to him and hi§
fnends. Itis along, full and entire confession. It
enters into the details of his earlier life, revealing
transactions defiled with impurity and steeped in
iniquity. Names are given, and dates and [places
specified, so that people now unsuspected of crime or
taint, will find themselves soonthe sharers of his no-
toriety, as well as of his passion. Itis to be hoped
that those having charge of the document will not

allow it to go forth to the public in it present shape.
No good can come of it, while the dragging to light
of indiscretions lang since forgotten can be produc-
tive only of trouble, scandal and injurious tattle,

Harpen’s fathe. is poor, What little means he had

;
Aterss-ty shoves -stetenacenienrcte Neon

om yO xew-vorK,

‘eovaid sit quietly with ||
shore, and submit to ya

' like $1,500 since his son’s arrest. To recompense
| his father, Haspgn wrote the above confession and
' placed it im his hands, A Philadelphia Hsher of-

riehé —— eT

‘

ng ae

SATURDAY; JULY

%, 1860.

a) ee — + —<tie

ple eel cress net ay to obtain »

w.. Several, were severely; one meu’s
legs Were broken, ano mA servers y, weeached,
while & gryat number oe of qgideta-
pee dane yey Ay dhe Paget of liftle Importance or

{ Pp t at Beas , :

moment 6 was receivad from Jous
Damp, the lean ot hire. Haapan, expressing
a desire to wi e execution of his sen-ia-law.
The Sheri ed Hanags if he should let him in, aad
Flaspsen d—saying, ‘He wished to think of
Meee ere Mca ase T'erUlobke the’ great

t ‘twen minutes a

iton door creaked on its
HARDEN G&2ME OUT. |
He was about five feet and five inches in heigtt,
full chest'and stocky build. He wore a Byroa collar,
ruffied shist, blue coat, black pants, and old
leather shoes. He had side ers, but no mons
tache or under beard. Hisgrme were tightly bound
behind him, his head bent . h
eyes gian furfively now at one andthen at another
who were

by the Sheriff, he |
ASCENDED THE SCAFFOLD. ~

His head was as firm as ever, his hand open, and his

de ent calm. | Followiag him were Rev.

essere. Dar, Kink and Marruews, and Drs, Craacs,

Mapseon,. Baakenzy and Snaspz. Having reached

the platform, Harpss knelt, while all uncovered, |

and he prayed, “On, Lord Jesus, receive my spirit,
be with me in this hour of trial, aid me in this great-
est moment of my life; Oh! Lord Jesus, Lord Jesus.”
He then rose, the Sheriff wnispered to him, aad he
immediately Ls

STEPPED UPON THE TRAP.

4s he stood there, silent and thoughtful on the shore
ef that vast sea he was fo gail so soon, not a tremor,
not a quiver was observable in feature or in lim),
The Sneriff attached the se to the rope hanging
from the pauey, and stretched out his hb for a fare-
well grasp. agnen’s voice trembled then: ‘“ Sher-
iff, good: bye ; vou have been very kind to me. God
bless you!” The Sheriff then placed a handkerchief
in Hagpsn’s hand, descended from the scaffo)d tnat
he might cut the rope, push the spring, and put a
speedy end to the unfortunate’s career. This must
have been the |

MOST TRYING MOMENT

of his life. During the brief space of time occupied
by the Sheriff in preparation, Higpam stood as before
unmoved, but constantly ejaculating ina tremn-
lous voice, which could scarcely be heard through
the folds of his black cap, ‘ Lesd Jesus, have mer-
cy, Help Lord Jesus, leave me not at this dreadful
hour—Cheer me—Help me, Ob blessed 8aviour—Je-

sus, precious Jesus.”’ At this time the excitement

outside was intense, the phoutings dreadfu! and the
pushing, banling and rushing violent im the extreme.
At twenty-five minutes to two o'clock

HE DROPPED HIS HANDKERCHIEF.

The Sheriff, with trembling finger, openad bis

knife, cut the. rope, loosed the catch, the trap fell, and

|‘ HARDEN W448 HUNG. :

Curtous, for the sake of our we narrow]
watched the body. At first Bo trate chars violently,

and the legs drew up and down with force and pow-
r. While strangling, a distinct !

sound was weend eed’ noise resem wilep oo ral
coughing followed—the hands were ti
the body s gently backward

2 o'clock, when he had been hangiog Ove minat:s,
THE DOCTORS FELT HIB PULSE.

and pronounced pulsation still very distinct. At this
tline the neck becaine very black. the hands reriter
a ris tinge, and several convuistons were noticed,
At!

% o'clock the Doctors again examined him, aad

pronounced
LI¥B TO RE EXTINCT.

The body, however, was hot cut down ati! it had
nung the full time preaciribed by law —-thirty-Ave min-
utes—at which time the Sherif, aided by the phy!

cie ns, removed the rope aad lowered the

office of Vice-President of the United. st

patent |

restiess —

‘| means

hitaner®

was violently twisted and turned. At 20 misates of

PRESIDENTIAL POLIT!

General Lane’s Atéeptance of
' fer thie Vice-Presidency.

Dr arto NatiowaL Cony

| -  Batrmors, Md., June 23, 1860.

' Hor. Joszr

). Jo Lawk—Sir : I am directed by a vo
the National Democratic Conyention to inform
that you have been this day unanimously gomin
by it as the } of the Democratic party fo

their behalf to request you accept the sam¢.
1 beg leave at the same time to inelo
copy of the resolutions adopted by the Conyentio

i have the honor to be,

Very respectfully,
-|C, CUSHING, Pheside

' i Wasurnaron, June) 30, 16
Hon. Caleb he 0 President of the
ratic National Convent
Six—I have the honor to acknowledge
of the contmupication you make in betialf of
Democratic National Convention, in whith yo
form me that @n the 23d Instant, I was
nominated by that party for the office of
dent of the’ Onited States, with the req
shall the nomination,

a copy, meets with my hearty ‘approval, as it
bodies whet I have been contending for
@opping sectional agitation, by
all equadity and constitutional rights, t
which hag led to the present ushappy cindlti
public affairs. |
Comproniises of constitutional principles are
dangerous, and I am rejoiced that the true Dem:
cy has seen fit to plant a firm fest on the rot of t
and to give the ple an opportunity vind:
their love of justice and fraternal regard for
other’s rights.
Non-inteyvention on the subject of Slavdry, |
emph@tically say, is the cardinal masio Me the
mo¢eracy—pon-intervention by Congress 4nd no
tervention by Territorial Legislatmres, @s ia -
stated in the first resolution of the adopte@ plati
’ In vain should we declare the former w#ithou
aes upon the latter ; because, prmit Territ
Legisiatu resto probibit or estab) Kiavery, or
friendly legislation to invalidate |property.) wou
grenting powers to the creatury $ agent whict,
adinitied, do not appertals to ¢. ‘thocipel, of
wer that (reates , besides whi-h, ft word be
ring nu ¢lement Of agitation in the tertitory
; arily exten to Congress ami

on ating question, which ts be |
sreK thie brogherhwoad of States, [i doe
| gu to leginiate for the extenelon of Bevery
ite vestrictiog, bet to give te dacs
and to every citizen all that our forefe
propose d to give, namely - perfect — ajn
of righte, and te commit to the  pecmd
Cl mate, and to sal], the determination ae im the
Of inetitytiun bes! ited to theirs requirements le
contiutional limtie ant declaring ae a {eles
Meximthat the people of a Territsey ap wt!
tabiich cr prohiedt Slavery when they couge bo
9 Constitution preparatory to thetr » Lon beehow
State into the Union.
1f, hagydiy, our princtpies ali preegn x
of peace and harmony wiii be resiace! te ow
trected comnts), awh pe more shail we be et
with the agitation of this dangerous jagetions
fause tt will be remore@ as wel! frum the Te: +t

BODY INTO THB COFFIN. laqielatures as from the Haile of Cungrese,: whe

done! add cheat! gy

Reenacting the search that o

‘State Trooper Robert Coyle.
alain officer. holds a gun on
Matthew Daly, @

on the heavy carpet of $
bitter wind lashed the leafless trees

in the Watchung mountain country near
Bound Brook, N. j. It was
day afternoon, Dec. 18, 1924.
In the field office of the Chimney
stone quarry the superintendent anc
aymaster of the firm gaze i
On the desk before

Cine were beginning to

ers, John Gregovesir and R
were standing near the wi
‘ter staring fixedly down

Gregovesit turned and faced the quarry

officials. “Yes, it sounds mighty i

cious,” he said, grimly. “Where d
”

now and a

late Thurs-

d worriedly at

them lay
ining It was freezing weather outside. The

troopers buttoned their heavy
coats tightly as they moved to the police
sedan parked alongside the road.

state troop- young

ed a thumb to-
the road there
ttle while ago.

The superintendent jerk
ward the window. “Down
a short distance. Just a li

ing. It'll soon be dark.”

ccurred before the fatal shooting of New Jerse

left, Trooper John Gregovesir, partner of the
the murderer, above, while a brother officer,

xamines the slayer for weapons.

Y

fall 1 know it is the same men who've been
hanging around all afternoon because of
the army uniforms they're wearing.”
The trooper considered this briefly.
“You fellows had better keep 4 sharp
lookout with that much money around,”
Rock he said. “We'll go out and
{the fellows uP right away.” He tu
the door, “Come on, Bob, let’s get gO-

reund these
rned toward

“Those fellows might just be a couple
of job hunters,” Coyle said, as he slid into
the right-hand seat alongside his partner.
suspi- Gregovesir started the engine and re-
id you leased the brake. “Might be.

But I doubt

it. Job hunters don’t loiter about like that

e ice-covered
Both officers


’ \utes later in the bloodstained police car.

With him came news that brought the
case to a tragic climax. ‘Coyle is dead,”
he reported sadly.

Every trooper present bowed his head
in silent tribute to their slain comrade.
Robert Coyle, who had been a courageous
and popular trooper became the first New
Jersey State Police officer to be slain in

_ line of duty.

“We'll get the rat who did this,” Wooge
gritted, “if we have to track him across
the country.” ‘

More determined than ever, the officers
continued their search for clues. With the
aid of his flashlight, the sergeant went
over the car in which the murder had oc-
curred. On the floor behind the driver’s
seat he found the killer’s gun. The weapon
was a .32 calibre nickel-plated revolver
and was apparently of cheap manufac-
ture. Wooge ordered both the police car
and the gun taken in for further exam-
ination. He and his men then returned

' to the Pluckemin substation which be-

‘

came the center of operations in the in- '

tense manhunt.
Major Mark Kimberling, second in
command of the Ssate Police, arrived

. Shortly afterward from Trenton to per-

sonally supervise the investigation. He
immediately ordered road blocks set up
on all highways leading out of the state.
He also requested the cooperation of the
neighboring states of Pennsylvania and
New York. A three-state bulletin was is-
sued giving the description of the fugitive
and the red touring car,

“If necessary,” the major told Wooge,
“we'll put every man in the department
on the trail of Coyle’s killer,”

Within an hour every available officer
was working on the case. Each man was
more determined than the next to avenge

WE hal Lae et eee sR

Trooper Robert Coyle (above),
who: was fatally shot, had been
detailed to protect the payroll.

ke th ity % PAT Se Oo. t
(Bi RRS Sh, Oa ete: hy RY

the atrocious murder of a fellow trooper
shot down in what had seemed a minor
arrest. Throughout the night the grim
hunt continued but by the gray hours of
early morning no trace of the killer had
been found.

Working without rest the officers fol-
lowed up every angle of the case that
might provide a lead to the gunman's
identity. At the identification bureau,

Major Mark Kimberling (left), of the New Jersey

Trooper Gregovesir went through the ex-
tensive rogues’ gallery files in an unsuc-
cessful’ effort to find a picture of the
murderer, Other tPoopers were given the
task of questioning all quarry employees
to pick-up any additional details on the
elusive: fugitive. wa,

“The most puzzling angle of the case,”

- Major Kimberling told Wooge, “is the

fact that this punk committed murder to
escape arrest when actually, we had noth-
ing on him. If he had answered a few
questions satisfactorily, we would have
‘let him go.”

“Right,” Wooge agreed. “Since he did-
n’t get the chance to stick up the stone
quarry, he couldn’t have been charged
with attempted robbery. Now he’s facing
a murder rap. He must have had a des-

_perate motive to get into that jam.”

“Might be he’s a parole jumper from

_ Somewhere,” the major suggested.

T nine o'clock that morning Wooge
put. through a cal] to the Motor Ve-
hicle Bureau in Trenton asking for a
check on the touring car’s license number

. supplied by Trooper Gregovesir, A quick

search of the Bureau's files revealed that
the number was registered under the
name of a man living in Perth Amboy.
Two officers were immediately dispatched
to Perth Amboy to follow up on this
angle,

Their report was phoned in to the ma-
jor within an hour. They had not located
the red touring car but they had learned
that the legal owner of the license num-
ber was a reputable business man. This
man owned a black Studebaker sedan
and was able to testify that the car, with
the plates on it, had been locked in his
garage for several days.

The business man was, of course, placed

beyond suspicion in the case, particular-.

ly since his description did not fit that
of the fugitive killer. The incident also
gave rise to the assumption that the
murderer had used fictitious license plates.

As this lead petered out discouragingly,
Kimberling and Wooge planned their next
moves, Fingerprint experts at the research
laboratory had completed their careful
examination of the police car and the
killer’s: gun. Most of the finger impres-
sions were too smudged for classification
purposes, But a thumbprint on the re-
volver showed a small, clearly defined
crescent-shaped scar. A search of the
fingerprint files was instigated in the hope

‘ef finding a thumbprint bearing such a

scar. The major then ‘assigned Captain
Robert Hamilton and a squad of detec-
tives to the tedious task of canvassing

it
“3

3

State Police, personally supervised the manhunt
which ‘brought about the capture of the murderer,


igh the ex-
an unsuc-
ire of the
» given the
employees
ails on the

the case,”
ge, “is the
! murder to
c had noth.
ered a few
would have

ince he did-
p the stone
en charged
he’s facing
had a des-
t jam.”
umper from
sted.

ning Wooge
- Motor Ve-
king for a
‘nse number
sir, A quick
evealed that,

under the
rth Amboy.
, dispatched
up on this

to the ma-
not located
had learned
icense nume-
man. This
vaker sedan
he car, with
cked in his

urse, placed

particular-_
not fit that
icident also
n that the
ense plates.
couragingly,
d their next
he research
eir careful
ar and the
ger impres-
‘lassification
on the re-
arly defined
rch of the
in the hope
ing such a
ied Captain
id of detec-
canvassing

gun shops and sporting goods stores in
an effort to trace the gun. -
In the meantime, morning newspapers
throughout the state carried lurid head-
lines describing Trooper Coyle’s murder.
Public indignation was aroused to a fever
pitch. Public-spirited citizens and the
Somerset County Board of Freeholders
offered a reward of $1500 for the capture
of the killer. Conferring with Major Kim-
berling, Governor George §. Silzer raised
the ante to $2500. In addition, Governor
Silzer made. public appeal for anyone
with pertinent information to come for-
ward. ‘
Every man on the State Police force
voluntarily gave up his free time in order
to work on the case and the investigation
continued on a twenty-fgur hour basis.
Reports began coming in, from all points
offering information, Most ‘of it was use-
less but each‘ lead was, nevertheless, care-
fully and painstakingly checked out. A.
general dragnet was throwm out to round
up every thug and known criminal who
even vaguely resembled .the man in the
long army overcoat. Trooper Gregovesir
spent hours viewing these. suspects in th
‘ Jineup, but all to no avail...
Officers interviewing employees at the
stone quarry returned with at least one
item of interest. Several workers at the
plant reported that on the day before the
murder, they had seen a suSpicious-looking
character parked near the quarry office in
a blue Buick coupe. The car had carried
New York license plates. ~~
' “He was probably . ‘casing’ the job,”
Major Kimberling commented when told.

ear’

of the report, “And the thances are the ' The trail led to a girl friend of
Buick is another heisted car.” ‘ the fugitive. She was used as
bait in a trap to nab the killer
though she was. not implicatéd.

‘ Sergeant Wooge promptly added the
description of the blue Buick to the three
state bulletin on the fugitive. The fol-

tion to the gunman. Although this angle -
was carefully pursued, the net result was
nil Each worker stood up under the
closest scrutiny. ‘

A BLEAK Christmas and New Year's
had come and gone before a report:
came in giving new impetus to the case. ,
On January 12, nearly a month after’
the crime, the stolen blue Buick coupe .
was discovered in a parking lot in Eliza-’
beth, some twenty-five miles from the.
murder scene and a scant eight miles
from New York.

The report brought squads of troopers
and detectives descending on the city of
Elizabeth. The concentrated manhunt be-
gan at the city limits and converged in
an ever-narrowing circle. Residents were:
questioned, back yards and garages were
searched and ticket agents at the railroad
terminal were given a description of the
fugitive killer. s

While this hunt was going on another
discovery was made close on the heels
of the first. In a densely wooded section
on the outskirts of Plainfield, less than
ten miles from the crime scene, two hunt-
ers found the red touring car used by the
killer. Another search was organized in '
Plainfield while the two getaway cars
were gone over minutely. The cars, how-
ever, yielded nothing of further value to
the case and the blue coupe was duly
returned to its grateful owner. Me

Things were beginning to happen fast
and Major Kimberling was able to see
wg the incidents falling into a pattern. ‘It .

i was obvious now how the killer, by switch-
ing cars, had been able to make ‘good his
getaway. It was also obvious that the
abandoned automobiles plainly marked his
trail of escape.

The morning after discovery of the ,

lowing morning he received a telephone Pas PAAR Ne fot tN cok two cars, Captain Hamilton reported on

call from the New York City police.

“That Buick coupe sounds like one that’s

been on our stolen car list since last Tuesday,” the detective on
the wire told him. “It belongs to a young lady and was stolen
from in front of her house on Amsterdam, Avenue.” The detec-
tive stated further that witnesses who had seen a man drive off
in the coupe were able to supply a description. The car thief,
they said, was wearing @ cap and a long army overcoat. The
New York officer promised to follow up on the lead and in-
form Wooge of any further developments.

In the meantime days slipped by into weeks while the officers _

were without any real clue to the identity of the mysterious
slayer:

“One thing we can be sure of,” Major Kimberling commented.
“This thug is a professional hetstman. The car thefts, the ficti-
tious license plates and his modus operandi show that.”

“But why did he use two cars?” Sergeant Wooge asked.

“Undoubtedly it was all part of his plan,” the major said.
“But most stickup artists don’t attempt to pull a payroll job
unless they have inside information from someone. They have
to know about pay day, the time the money arrives, where it’s
kept and a few other necessary details.”

At the major’s’ suggestion every employee at the Chimney
Rock stone quarry was given a thorough investigation on the
chance that one had consciously or unwittingly given informa-

},

his efforts to check on the murderer’s

gun. Through the serial number he had
been able to trace the weapon from the manufacturer to a. shop
in Jersey City. However, the name and address registered’ under
the sale of the revolver had been found to be fictitious. Jersey
City Detectives Harry Walsh and Charles Wilson were assigned
to. assist Hamilton in raiding criminal haunts throughout. the
city in the hope of finding the killer. Shir

“Check every dive and hideout you can find,” Kimberling
instructed, “This punk may think he’s giving. us a merry chase,
but he'll find there isn’t a rat hole small enough to- bide him
from us.” ee #

Convinced now that they were at last on a hot trail, the offi-.
cers continued their efforts with renewed vigor, The next lead
to be turned up came from an unexpected quarter and provided
a new tote to the investigation. Sergeant Wooge, inquiring at
the Elizabeth railroad terminal, located a taxi driver who had
had a passenger whose description fitted that of the: killer.
“Tt was during Christmas week,” the cab driver recalled. “I took
him and the girl to an apartment house on Main Street.”: .

“There .was a girl with him?” Wooge asked. Pod

teh. Good-looker she was, too. About twenty-five years old.
Blonde.” MBS te

Armed with a complete description of the girl, Sergeant’
Wooge hurried out to the address (Continued om page 79)

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She.told the officers a straightforward
erough story. Her boy friend’s name, she
said, was Daniel Genese. He had told
her that he worked for a Jersey City im-
porter and at Christmas time had given
her two bolts of expensive imported silk.

The girl said that Genese had been very.

vague about himself and from time to
time would disappear for weeks on end.
He would offer no explanation for these.
mysterious disappearances. The Gorman
girl said she knew nothing about Trooper
Coyle’s murder. She seemed shocked when
told that her boy friend was suspected
of the killing.

But she did recall that Genese ques-
tioned her. closely about her job at the
stone quarry. She added that if she gave
him any useful information she had done
so unwittingly. Outside of the fact that
he was a free spender, she was able to
add little else about the man.

ERGEANT Wooge went into another
office and got on the telephone. He
called every importing and shipping firm
in Jersey City. None had ever employed
Daniel Genese. The sergeant also phoned
Detective Wilson and asked him to check
the Jersey City. criminal files for the
suspect.
Kimberling and Wooge then went into
a brief huddle, “I believe the girl’s story,”
the major said. “I’m going to release her.
For one thing, we don’t have any evidence
connecting her with Coyle’s murder. Sec-
ondly, if she’s not innocent she will try
to warn Genese and thereby lead us right
to him.”

Jean Gorman was subsequently return-
ed to, her home and a twenty-four hour
stakecut was assigned to watch her.

Meanwhile, Detective Wilson of the
Jersey City force had made an important
discovery. The name of Daniel Genese
was found in the rogues’ gallery .and
showed a long record of arrests. The of-
fenses included river piracy and burglary.
The file revealed that he had used stolen
cars and motor launches to rob tugboats,
piers, and barges of valuable merchandise.
Genese’s photo was shown to Trooper
Gregovesir who immediately identified it
as that of the killer.

A raiding party. was swiftly organized
and swooped down -on Genese’s home,
a dive on the Hudson River waterfront.
The place was searched from top to bot-
tom but no sign of the killer was found.
Two members of the raiding party were
directed to watch the place while others
flushed out every possible place along
the waterfront where the murderer might
try to hide out.

In spite of these diligent efforts, the
fugitive continued to elude the officers.
More days passed without any further
results. But on February 5, a black sedan

pulled up in front of the house occupied °

by Jean Gorman. Behind the wheel sat

oe :

Ps
the slippery ‘killer'who had been the ob-
ject of the most intensive manhunt in
New Jersey crime annals up to that time.
Detectives watching the house’ nabbed
Genese the moment he stepped out of the
car. The felon cursed as handcuffs were |
snapped on his wrists, but on the fast
tide to Pluckemin’station he became sul-
len and uncommunicative. He still refused
to talk when Major Kimberling and Ser-

 geant Wooge fired’a barrage of questions

at him.

He. was then confronted by Trooper *

Gregovesir and positively identified as
the killer. In addition, a small, crescent-
shaped scar on his right thumb matched
the print on the murder weapon found
in the back of the police car.

Faced with this evidence against him,
Genese finally broke. “I shot the troop-
er,” he. admitted calmly. “When he
searched me he missed a gun I had stuck
in my belt. That’s how I got the drop on
him.” Genese confessed that he had in-
tended to rob the stone quarry payroll.
He also told of stealing a car while on
a visit to New York City. The two cars
were used, he said, in order to throw
pursuers off the trail.

That same day'Genese was taken in the
red touring car to the scene of the crime
where he reenacted the murder. As for
Jean Gorman, a. thorough investigation
proved she was innocent of any complicity
in the crime.

The wheels of justice moved swiftly
against the calm cop killer. On March 30,
1925, Genese went ‘on trial for his life
before Judge Charles W. Parker. Somer-
set County Prosecutor A..M. Beekman
ably presented the case against the slayer.
In a desperate, last-ditch measure, the
defense sought to prove that Trooper
Coyle had been accidentally shot by his
partner Gregovesir. Using ballistics, the
prosecution was able to rebut this con-
tention by proving that the bullet shot
into Coyle’s head was fired from Genese's

.32 calibre gun,

At three minutes past eleven when
on the night of December 5, 1925, Daniel
Genese walked through the little green
door in the Trenton death house to pay
the supreme penalty for his crime. Genese
appeared outwardly calm as he walked to
the grim wooden structure of the electric
chair. But he was pale under his swarthy
complexion as guards secured the straps
and placed the mask over his face. Sec-
cnds later the executioner threw the switch
that sent 2,000 volts surging through
Genese's tody. ‘Three more times the
switch was thrown before the prison doc-
tor stepped up ‘to the chair, examined
the prisoner’s body and intoned the last
line to the story of Daniel Genese: “This
man is dead,”

Ncte: The name Jean Gorman as used
in this storysis fictitious to protect the
identity of an.innocent person.

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results, They were n:
but instead of bring:

lief they seemed to

pain throughout the
he was burning with
nausea and gritting
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His startled wife,
the best thing she
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town of Alverno to
But even as the
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jeft writhed in a
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The doctor scratc’
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“Okay,” the sheriff continued, “with
Hascomb eliminated, that left Davey and
ycu, Stewart. Davey said Melva had-gone
speeding off down the highway in a car.
So, to find out whether that was true, I

* had to find cut where Melva was, I de-

cided to begin by looking close to home.”

Suddenly Perlich spun around. and
thrust out his right arm. “By the way,
Davey, here’s your cigarette lighter. I
guess you dropped it while you were
murdering Melva Stolp!”

Davey stared wide eyed at the lighter.
Then he leaped for the door.

“Grab him, boys! He’s the killer!” A
dozen strong arms reached out and
brought the struggling, screaming man to
the fluor, In a few moments the frenzy
was gone and the confession came his
forth,

“Yes, I killed her—I didn’t mean to—

‘/I was crazy with desire for her—”

Told in the order of events, it seemed
that Davey had accosted Melva right
after she left the tavern to avoid_having
to talk to Stewart. She told him she
wanted to “stay cut of the tavern until

Frank went away.” The girl was nervous
and overwrought. Davey, walking by her
side and comforting her, gradually led
her farther and farther into the swamp.
Then he suggested a rest and they sat
down in the long grass.

Davey admitted that he had been drink-
ing heavily and that when she rejected
an indecent proposal, he hit her. Later,
he said, he tore her clothes off and was
intimate with her. He sdid he had only
a hazy recollection of what happened af-
ter that, until he started to light a ciga-
rette and noticed blood on his hands.

Since his confession completely exon-
erated Hascomb and Stewart, the two men
were released immediately.

On June 20, the young killer went on
trial before circuit court Judge T. J.
Landers. Six days later the jury brought
in a verdict of guilty of second degree
murder. Davey was sentenced to spend
a minimum of twenty years and a maxi-
mum of fcrty years at hard labor in the
state branch prison at Marquette, Michi-
gan, for his brief moment of passion and
murder.

Note: The names Charles Hascomb and
Frank Stewart, as used in this story, are
fictitious in. order to conceal the true iden-
tities of persons innocently mvolved in
the investigation.

This Man is Dead

(Continued from page 31)

supplied by the cab driver. The sergeant
rang the superintendant’s bell and as
soun as the man appeared gave him a
description of the couple.

“That would be Jean Gorman at her
boy friend,” the superintendant said, read-
ily. ‘She used to live on the second floor.

“She used to?” Wooge echoed.

“Yep, She moved out two days (ago
and didn’t say where she was going,”

The man knew little else about jJean
Gorman and practically nothing,,about
her boy friend. With the aid gf the super-
intendant’s pass key, Sergeant Wooge in-
spected the small furnished apartment
recently vacated by the girl. But a care-
ful search failed to reveal anything to
indicate her present whereabouts or that
of her boy friend.

Wocge returned to Pluckemin and re-

ported his findings to Major Kimberling.
A wanted circular was immediately jssued
on the Gorman girl. No record of her
was found in the identification bureau
files but further inquiry turned up some
interesting information. Until three ‘weeks
before the crime she had been employed

in the office of the Chimney Rock stone
quarry.

“Tt ties in, all right,” the major told
Wooge. “We can be pretty sure now where
the killer got his information about the
company payroll.”

The sergeant nodded and reached for
his hat. ‘“‘There’s another angle on the girl
I'd like to check,” he said, “It’s just
possible that when she moved she had
to hire someone to cart her trunk or
luggage.”

It was late afternoon when Wooge re-
turned to Elizabeth. But within a half
hour he had struck pay dirt. Checking
the files at the Jocal express company
office, he learned that Jean Gorman had
had two trunks carted from the Main
Street apartment to another house on
the outskirts of town. The sergeant jotted
down the address then hurried out to the
place.

He found the girl, a curvaceous blonde,
at home alone. She seemed somewhat
surprised at the sergeant’s visit but read-
ily admitted her identity. Wooge took her
in to the Pluckemin station where he
and the major questioned her at length.

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Greenpoint section. Cuniffe and Tom Downey climbed nim-
bly from the machine and entered the place. At the far end
of the bar, which ran down the side of the room, Ice Wagon
and Jacko Moore were deep in conversation over two mugs
of beer. They put down their drinks and stood waiting as
the Killer walked up to them.

“The rest are in the back room,” Ice Wagon whispered, as
the beady-eyed little bartender came toward them.

“Come on!” snapped the leader and headed for the rear
door. Opening it, he strode into'the small, smoke-filled room,
glanced quickly around and smiling faintly, nodded to the
half-dozen men gathered there. A hush fell on the gangsters;
every eye was fixed on Cuniffe as he puffed slowly on a ciga--
rette, then dropped it on the floor and’ crushed it out with
his heel. It was evident that he had news of importance.

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Jacko was the last man to enter. He closed the door and
bolted it, explaining:

“We told the bartender we wanted to rent the room for a
secret meeting of our lodge, and he said okay.”

The leader knew these men ‘were in awe of him. They had
seen him arrested several times and each time he had been
released, as had his mobsters. Now as he saw one man try-
ing to slip a bottle into his hip pocket, he snapped:

“You guys know the rules. No hooch before a job. No
business man goes into a big deal drunk. And we’re working
this like it was a business. Any one of you mugs that don’t
want to play it that way just scram.”

He stopped speaking. Every man knew that there wasn’t
a chance of his “seramming” now. The leader would murder
any one of them who tried to leave the mob; they were all
in far too deep. The then sat in stiff-backed chairs around
the room. .Cuniffe now sat down before a small table and
said: :

“Tomorrow we get into the big money.”

Feet shuffled as the chairs were pulled closer. Cuniffe tilted *

back, put his feet upon the table efore him and began out-

* in Long Island City, one of the many con-
cerns held up and robbed by the Killer’s mob

lining his plan, giving each man specific instructions as to
just what he was to do. As he talked, he removed his coat.
Two pistols, in shoulder holsters, swung under his arms.
Gradually it became evident that no role was being assigned
to Jacko Moore. The men in the room kept white strained

-faces on the Killer, but the tension was increasing. They

all knew that Jacko had been dissatisfied with his cut from
the last job, and next to the Killer, himself, he was the
toughest-man in the mob.

All at once, the angry-eyed gangster leaped to his feet.
“What do I do?” he bawled out.

Cuniffe jerked his head around to face his rebellious hench-
man. Every man in the place held his breath.

“Why, Jacko, you don’t do nothing,” he announced, his
face woodenly calm. “I understand you didn’t like the way
I divied up the last dough.”

Jacko glared savagely, but said nothing. He
sat down again, took out a long knife and be-
gan toying with the handle. The others moved
their feet about uneasily, but Cuniffe paid no
attention as he drilled each of the men who
would participate in the coming robbery.

“T’ye got the job doped out to the last de-
tail,” he told them. “Me and Ice Wagon and
Tom have been working on it for a month. The
payroll is taken over the same route week
after week. Three taxi drivers alternate in
taking the paymaster from the Penn Station
out to the Long Island Yards. They’re all old
employees who can’t be touched with money.
We may have trouble with some of ‘em. We
tail °em in that car we grabbed last night.
After the job we ditch it and scatter.”

H® went over and over the part each mob-

ster was to play, made him rehearse it
until he did it perfectly. At the end of another
two hours, he put on his coat, and asked:

“Everybody savvy?”

The hard-faced men nodded—all but Jacko
Moore who sat glumly eyeing his feet stretched
out before him. With'a few final instructions,
Cuniffe unbolted the door and walked rapidly
through the bar and out to his car, followed
by Downey and Ice Wagon.

Jacko Moore went out to the bar, where he
sullenly ordered several drinks. The bartender

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Patrolman F. E. Romanello was fatally
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tried to pump him about the meéting, but he only glared at
the man in silence. When he finally walked out of the place,
a horn tooted down the street, and he staggered toward
u parked car. The red-haired Irene, Cuniffe’s sweetheart,
sat behind the driver’s wheel smiling at him. He climbed in
and slumped into the seat beside her. As she drove off he
told her:

“I’m out to get the Killer. He thinks he’s tough.”

She sent him a sidewise glance with raised eyebrows. He
ignored the look and lapsed into silence. Both he and the
girl believed they were putting something over on Cuniffe
by seeing each other, for the .Killer himself still called. on
her at intervals. But they had not figured their boss cor-
rectly. He knew what they were doing and was pleased. He
ng longer was interested in the tough little. spitfire, but he

‘Tom Downey (above), one of
the original “Secret Six.”
(Right) Battling Larry Ryan
‘ (left) and Ed Purtell, newer
additions to Cuniffe's mob

wanted to keep her within the mob. ‘She knew far too much
to be allowed out of his sight. Now she said:
a a better look out, Jacko, You’re no match for the
iller.”
Cold fury swept into the gangster’s face. She felt rather
than saw it and brought the car to a stop with a screech of
brakes. Jacko’s right hand had started for her face, but

ground, banging it after her. Jacko started to go after her,
changed his mind and drove off.

THE following morning, shortly before eight o'clock, a
long black touring car glided u

entrance of the Pennsylvania Hotel and parked just beyond

it. The eyes of the six men in the car fixed themselves on

the Pennsylvania Station exits opposite. A red-haired man

with the prominent nose said curtly to his red-haired com-
panion,

“They're following the same route. Take the short cut
and step on it.”

Inside the cab, John Foley, the driver, had no idea that
he was being followed. He kept his eyes on the road ahead
as he sent his taxi skimming along toward the Sunnyside
Railroad Yards.

Behind him on the rear seat sat P. R. McGuire, who for
twenty-eight years had been x trusted employee of the Pull-
man Company and paymaster for the past four. Beneath
his feet was the black bag containing more than $50,000 in
pay checks and cash. On one side of him was his young
assistant, E. F, Groben, and, on the other, Special Policeman
John Moran,

James Cuniffe, wanted by the
New York City Police as the
gang leader whose operations
were marked by ia diabolical
thoroughness _ in preparation

The three had been making the trip at the same time each
week, and over the same route, for the past four years. They

The elderly Paymaster sat stiffly, eyes concentrated on the
‘road ahead, his feet firmly planted on the black satchel.
He never felt quite comfortable until the large amount of
money, for which he was responsible, was safely locked in the

office vault. From time to time, the other two attempted to

s Foley swung the cab into the “run” leading to the
Yards, McGuire sighed and relaxed somewhat; in five minutes

hold of the satchel’s handle, preparatory to getting out when
they should pull up before the door.

At that instant, Foley gripped the wheel. Leaning forward,
he jammed on his brakes. A Seemingly injured man had
suddenly risen, Staggering in the road directly in the cab’s
path. The taxi came to a stop with a jerk that threw the
three passengers off-balance. Without looking to see what
had happened, the old paymaster shouted:

“Drive on! Don’t stop for anything!”

The warning came too late. Before the words had died
on his lips, things began to happen, swiftly and with deadly
precision. The injured man m the road sprang forward.
Foley found himself staring into the muzzle of an automatic
pistol. At the same moment, three other men, springing ap-

. parently from nowhere, surrounded the cab, jerked open the

doors and poked guns at the men in the rear.

“he one covering Foley—a blond with a scar under his
right eye and a prominent nose—issued curt orders in a busi-
ness-like tone. Moran made a dive for his gun, but the lead-
er stopped him.

Me on of that!” he warned harshly. .““One move and you're
all dead.’” :

One look at that menacing, cruel face told the helpless
employees he meant what he said. (Continued on page, 111)


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arrested, for it was important to Lyons’
plan that the Killer shouldn’t have any
idea he and his men were being shadowed,
if they hoped to catch him red-handed,
during the commission of a crime. They
had nothing on which to hold him as yet.

Meanwhile, within the ranks of the mob,
trouble was brewing. Later developments
make it possible’ to-know what was going
on behind the scenes at this time. Jacko
Moore resented ' being shut’ out of the
Pullman holdup, and began trying to
spread a feeling of dissension within the
gang. He had decided. to form his ‘own
mob, and to be a leader like Cuniffe. He
wanted to get sometof the Killer's best.
and toughest henchmen on his side. He
realized none of the mobsters considered
him worthy of being their leader, and, it
irked him, ~

One day he confided to the red-haired
Irene: ' ol

“Cuniffe got ’em by that name of his—

the Killer.” .

H® secretly decided to -put a few notches
in his own gun and thereby show the
gang that‘he ‘also wis to be feared. It

wasn’t: long before he had an opportunity, °

Cuniffe was~tising--him and-one of the
lesser members of the mob to “case” a,
certain company in Long Island City
which the gang was about to rob.

Jacko had moved over to Queens to be
nearer the scene. The fiery Irene had in-
stalled herself in‘a house, as yet unknown
to the, authorities, in the same neighbor-.
hood. On a Sunday evening in July, about
a month after. the still unsolved Pullman:
payroll holdup, Jacko and the girl, accom-
panied by one of’ the mob, boarded a
taxi for Manhattan. They had been, sum-
moned by Cuniffe to make ‘a report,on
their findings. Jacko had had -‘ several
drinks, and he- and the girl. had been
quarreling constantly during ‘the ride. It
was when they started over ‘the bridge
that she said: af to

“Better not let the Killer get_a whiff of
that breath of yours. He might, play
rough.” * eek ge a te ae

“To —— with him! I’m sick of hearing
how tough that guy thinks he is? : *

Moore thrust his glowerihg face , close

to hers. She returned “hist glare coolly, ,

and said flippantly: >. ah

“Oh, is that sol”... 2—. .

Jacko drew back his arm to strike her,
Her eyes shot sparks’ of ‘angry fire:

“Listen, you!” she blazed. “If you lay
a hand on me,-I’ll. scream. Then you can
try explaining to the cops just who you
are.

The man with them said, nervously:

“Better lay off, Jacko.”

Jacko’s answer .was to give the girl a
resounding slap.. “sé ;

Sunday motorists in near-by cars poked
their heads out of their windows at the
piercing scream that came from the yel-
low taxicab. It happened that two police-
men were walking across the bridge to-
gether at that - moment, -. Patrolman
Charles Reynolds of Queens who had the
day off, and Joseph Romanello ‘On: his |
way to report for duty to the East 51st
Street Police Station in Manhattan. Hear-
ing the woman’s scream, they jumped on °
a passing car, ordering: “Follow that yel-
low taxi!” ‘

The cab went weaving its way at a fast ;
pace over the bridge, trying to outdistance
the pursuing officers who were urging the
driver of the car they had commandeered
to speed up. Luck was with them. On
the Manhattan side of the bridge the taxi
was caught in a traffic jam and the of-
ficers’ car pulled alongside. The two po-
licemen leaped on it before it could start.

Climbing into the space beside the
driver, Reynolds ordered: “Slow her up!”

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Romanello clung to the running-board
and poked his head into the cab, de-
_manding:

“What’s going on here?”

:. On the rear seat, a bareheaded, red-
‘haired girl sat between two men. One of
,the_ men answered:

“Nothing’s going on. We were just
playing.”

; The girl’s chin tilted pertly as she re-
turned the policeman’s stare. She snapped
out:

“Why don’t you mind your own busi-
Mess, copper?”
| Romanello issued a curt order to the
jtaxi driver:

: “Take us to the Sixty-Seventh Street
‘Station and make it quick.”

_ The chauffeur’s hands shook on the
Stecring wheel. Reynolds crouched beside
‘him to see that he obeyed. He turned

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: the cab up Second Avenue. At 62nd Street,
Traffic Officer Seickman came running to
meet them, shouting at Romanello:

“Need any help?”

Romanello yelled back: “No. We can
handle this.” F

Up front Reynolds told the driver to
turn west on 64th Street. Romanello kept
his eyes on the cab’s occupants who sat

» silently staring straight ahead, their faces

wooden. As the cab slowed to make
the turn into 64th Street, the toughest
of the two men reached toward his hip
pocket.

‘ Romanello jerked out his own gun, but

'-the-man inside was faster. There was a

flash of gun-fire from the cab. T he police-
man’s*-body pitched into the street.
Reynolds whipped out his gun as fast as
his cramped position would let him. Jacko
Moore was already out of his seat, Leaning
forward -over his weapon he pointed it
at Reynolds.

“You’re next,” he shouted, and _ pulled
the trigger. ‘

Mortally wounded, Reynolds fell out
of the taxi. Even as he fell, he twisted
and fired, but the shot went wild. Jacko
pressed - his smoking gun against the
driver’s neck.

“Get going out of here!” he bawled.

. Reynolds shot twice as Officer Seick-
jaan came running up the street, Jump-
ing on a passing car he reached the pros-
fate offieers in pe than a minute, but the
axi- had - already passed out of sight.
Romanello was lying face down, his head
on his left. forearm. Reynolds sprawled
near by, his limp fingers still holding the
gun. Both were unconscious,

: Bending over the two men, Seickman
shouted for some one to call an ambu-
lance. The shots in the night had caused
a panic; women shricked and people ran
for- the cover of doorways. Then the
crowd realized that the shooting was over
and came running up to help.

' Seickman saw that the two officers
would be dead before the ambulance
could arrive and told a motorist to aid

him in getting them into his car. Gently
they lifted the mortally wounded men anil
raced against death to the near-by Flower
Hospital, but both men died, without re-
gaining consciousness, a moment. after
reaching the hospital.

_A general alarm was sent out to all po-
lice in upper Manhattan, and, within a
short time, hundreds of policemen and
detectives were out searching for the yel-
low taxi. No one had taken its number.
Before morning, Seickman identified
Jacko Moore’s photograph as that of one
of the men he had seen inside the cab
when it passed under an are light. He
also told of the red-haired girl. The pur-
suit for Jacko Moore and the taxi went
forward throughout the rest of the night
and following days, but no trace of cither
could be found.

Jacko was being kept under cover in
one of the gang’s hideouts. His face wore
a satisfied grin as he cleared his throat
importantly, and boastfully related the
killings. He knew that most mobsters
were afraid of shooting police officers, and
he believed that now the gang would sce
that he was as tough or tougher than
Cuniffe. He would no longer be shoved
into the background and told to obey
orders. But if the gang members were
impressed they didn’t. dare show it, for
Cuniffe’s eyes blazed dangerously.

Striding into the room where Jacko was,

‘ he walked up to the hard-boiled murderer
and, suddenly reaching down, grabbed him
by the wrists, yanking him with his su-
perior strength to his feet. The Killer's
face was bleak and hard, the scar stood out
whitely under his blazing eyes, as he
shoved his face into that of his hench-
eens, saying from between clenched
teeth:

“you crawling rat! You're like all the
other mugs in this game that get
themselves fried. .You ain’t got a brain be-
hind that thick skull of yours, and you
ain’t got sense enough to stick to some one
who’s doing your thinking for ya. Now
you’ve fixed yourself so’s T can’t use you
on no more jobs for awhile. The next
time you use that rod of yours, make
sure it’s because I order ya to do it.”
Venomous hatred shone from Jacko’s
half-closed eyes, but he said nothing.

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The police were still working to solve
the Reynolds and Romanello killings, and
apprehend Jacko Moore, when another
outrage occurred. Early on the morning
of October 6th, 1923, 60-year-old John
Fitzner left his home’ in Greenpoint for
the Manhattan office of the International
Motors Company on West 64th Street.
It was his duty each Saturday to get the
payroll from the main office in New York
for the body manufacturing plant at Bor.
den and Review Avenues in Long Island

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t was eleven o’clock when he climbed
up and took his place beside Peter Farley,
who drove the small truck. Out of sight
beneath his feet, Fitzner placed the bag

“Good luck,” called the treasurer as
they started out of the garage,

The driver and the elderly paymaster
were old friends and chatted amiably
on the ride across the East River ° to
Queens.

The truck skimmed over the highway
and had turned into Creek Street when a
checkered cab came speeding toward it.
Just before it reached them it swerved,
swung directly in front of the truck.
Farley jammed on his brakes. Fitzner’s
body jerked forward, The truck driver
started to bawl out the taxi_ chauffeur,
but stopped abruptly to stare wide-eyed at

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making him
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amazing tale
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plot by
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the slope.

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body of his
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surprised ery
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nought better
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‘the Redcoats.

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pitaph:

Smashing New York’s “Secret Six”

(Continued from page 54)

McGuire, however, had only one thought
and that wasn’t for his own safety, but
for the payroll. With three guns trained
on him, he gripped the satchel tighter
with his feet and held onto the handle
with a vise-like grip. His face was gray
but determined.

“Let him have it, Tom!” the blond
man ordered.
_ The paymaster sat rigid, expecting a
bullet. There was a sudden crash of glass
from the window directly behind him. He
half-turned as an arm smashed a _gun-butt
down on his defenseless head. His body
slumped, and his hold on_ the payroll
satchel relaxed. With a lightning-like
movement, the leader reached_into the
cab and pulled out the bag. Coolly, he
tossed it to one of his men who darted
off with it behind the taxi. At a clipped
command, the other two henchmen started
on the run. The leader remained on

ard.
Now for the first time, Foley saw the

Bde

The 18th Precinct Police Station at

West 47th Street, where Cuniffe and

his mob were questioned after officers

arrested them on the deserted plat-

form of the Ninth Avenue Elevated
Station at 42nd Street

black touring car behind his cab. He real-
ized that it must have followed them down
the “run,” while his attention was dis-
tracted by the seemingly injured man in
the path of his cab. In his mirror he saw
the three men pile into the car as the
driver began turning it about to head
back. A sixth man, evidently a lookout,
came dashing up from behind it and
jumped in.

The blond leader continued to wave
his steel weapon slowly back and forth
to cover the men in the taxi. From the
corner of his eye he watched the move-
ments of the touring car. When it had
made the turn he spoke unhurriedly, but
with an intensity that carried conviction
to his listeners: ‘

“Listen, you guys! If you ever see me
any place, it won’t be exactly healthy for
you to identify me. See! And if you
squawk before we reach the boulevard,
Tl send men to get the lot of you!”

He whirled. With  rat-like speed he
made for the slowly moving touring car
and leaped on the running-board. Foley
noticed his queer-shaped, bowed legs. As
the bandit car raced for Queensborough
Boulevard, some one pulled him inside.

Moran sprang from the taxi, whipping

rue Detective Mysteries

out ‘his gun, while Groben bent solici-
tously over the prostrate McGuire, who
was mumbling something incoherent about
the payroll. Secing they could do nothing
without help, they sped on to the Yard
and gave the alarm.

Soon officers from the near-by Hunters
Point Police Station, as well as employees
of the Pullman Company, were out chas-
ing the bandit car. It had been too far
away for Foley to get the license number,
but he had given a good description of
the automobile. ‘

McGuire was not seriously injured and
began regaining consciousness almost im-
mediately. He sat up dazedly, demand-

ing:

“Where’s my payroll?” :

When he learned it had been stolen, he
sank back and closed his eyes. He was re-
moved to a hospital where he lay suffering
intensely, with pain from the wounds in
his head.

News of the holdup spread like wild-
fire and, within a few minutes, all roads
leading into Manhattan were being
watched for the bandits. All‘ during the
day, cars were stopped on bridges and
roads. Lyons went over the crime care-
fully.

VEN before the men in the taxi had

tentatively identified Cuniffe as the
leader, the Captain had spotted the rob-
bery as one of the Killer's jobs. In the
well-drilled and carefully-planned crime, he
recognized the Cuniffe technique. He no-
ticed that it had occurred at the only
isolated part of the drive from the station
to the Yards. This time they hadn’t used
the police uniform as in former holdups;
the leader knew it would be too much of

a give-away.
Several hours later, the touring car was

found abandoned near Queensborough |

Bridge Plaza. The police went over it at

once for fingerprints, but found none. It
had been stolen two nights before from
in front of 58 Central Park West, where
its owner lived.

Lyons called Cordes into his office and
said:

“The Cuniffe crowd have obviously
changed their hangout and meeting place.
It’s probably over in Queens. Go out and
find it. As I pointed out before, it
wouldn’t do us any good to arrest him
now, even if we could find him, for these
railroad men all state that they wouldn’t
be able to identify the robbers who held
them up. We're up against the same
thing again. We’ve got to find their
meeting places and trail them until we
can catch them during a crime.”

He spoke slowly, with conviction. Once
more Cordes and detectives working un-
der him went forth to locate the IXiller
and his mob. The young sleuth visited
all known underworld hangouts in the
city and Queens district, and through bits
of information gleaned here and there
decided that the men were mecting some-
where in Greenpoint. He also unearthed
the information that Cuniffe had married
a nurse.

“Hmm,” he thought, “convenient when
any of the mob get shot or wounded.”

Through days and nights of untiring
vigilance, he at Jagt discovered the 65th
Street apartment where Cuniffe had in-
stalled his wife, and— he shadowed the
building for weeks. None, of the known
members of the gang visited the place,
however, and the young woman seldom
went out. When she did it was usually
to the near-by shops for supplies. Cuniffe
came and went at intervals. He was not

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HALLINGER, Ee Wey black, hanged Jersey City, Nu,

“Wire urd Aldcrettay we

» wide.

Founty Juiil

a

Faward Wott Ws i ot oe
county. jail this wiornisg at PohS co:

‘bbe juries appernted by Die or
sberifl met at MCh i ta seen
whera tuey were seorn Fron thos
marcned in procecsivn perosy Ue J
into ths jail aad pp to tas econ,
they stoud in group ys for the
be

beriff Stanton, accompaniel bs deputies

tito thea cell of “the
coasjemned Mun, where ber J: HW” Finne-
gan bad beea edminis'erig:s the last consol.
von Of the cbureh. sThe priese hadvarce
to heve the Inst- ball! bou: oiene © with
Uallioger, and ithe ceremony. was. nor
roncipded when tho sheriff. reached the
ewil. Thesberi® then returp td to the corr:

ee vie tbe

wee

and the

Where
fatal

e@gninst tue
pes-aga fort:
the shen? re

prisouer and hls

ed to the colle

death warrant. Protaptly at ten o'clock the
little proce--tu” appeared at — tho end
ot the) eorndar. Thea  sueri® walked
Orst,-- Father Fioncgan wert: and - then
the vondeinne t man, towering a
foot above tha dopatiws who Waike Tat bis
Hallinger walked and looked
slong the Lueof sola taces,2 scuilespremd:
ing over bis toaiutes as he recorniecd som:
of themen. He was chewing cum and bad
@ jauoty air, Ue had the black cap oa bis
boad, but not dren down, Lik acms were
Pinioned helind bit svith a strap. ‘Tne nooss
eas adjo-te! asd) hung down bis
back swinging ke a queus. Ife walked to
the place assigned and tie bingman quietly
toucbed tig) to tnake him step intocthe erecle
mede with clalk oo the floor dircetly under
the drop. ,

Father Finnezai leaned bis griy ber)
agninet the CoLdemiist mas aod w bispered to
bin sug gestions for an ejaculavory prayer,

TLere wad vot a word. spelen aloud by
anyoue The basginan vadjasted the straps
eroves Haliugere apklos abd piiced: the
potesin the walven7-d houbleecat ton titd

erect

on December

Hinstances over vbica be bed fo control
teas iNew York in 188%, a% the
> woe) the mobwan bauging
tle was only a hor theo, but
we” Lenn
in’ Ashiaod, Va-“-Lbera was
cole’ churea- (bere, add he vinad bis
Sota Bopthtora Metnodiet.- Hectose
- odo totime stein a preacnec
He was o'stewoas until
the -proza figoting crowd.
sincarceration Hecave Up drinwing
ang, snd no Jooger uad aoy desire
or tobacco. -
“we ks ago Hallingsr wrote to the
ooopave. bis’ tra chillren by the:
woman, 4 @nawer came frowng
de told Father F an that bo bad
D to have thed send thechiidrea to this
He wanted to hava taen brought up
Laiethe Catuull: Colored Orphas Asyium io
sew York, It ts protabie that efforts wilt
bade to ze: tbe children, aud thus carry
iis wisbes. Halltogersaid in case bs was
buny that be did tot Wapt nes body cut up,
and would like t) bs baried. 10 ‘cousecrated
crouml, :
Last week Fatber-Finnegan sent Hallinger
a tice suit of black clothes, and be tried 1t oo
las’ Saturday. Hesaud it would do. tor bis
fuuer ale f
THE LAST NIGHT.
Halinger passed last oot in the cag,

» yore ho has bean Since be was sentenced tce

hist tine. itis quite a good-sizod room ou
tue third story of tue jail, neir the north-
east coroer, acd adjoins-ths drug roow. It
wus Uitzbtiy illuminated Iset night, aod tbe
graung altowetl tbs light to shine
mito the -Corridor apd stairway. | The
cage —-contaived) a comfortabls cot,
a smuail writing table ‘aod three
chairs Father Finnegau occupied one chair
eyd Jobo Hi Mitchell, vue of thedeath watch,
tte other. Halinger speot a loug tims writ-
He used foolscap, aud the

He wrote to West

ty his son, who bad come from
ju Philadelpbia. -

‘The death watch consisted of James Douo-
van, Jobu Ho-Mitcbell and) Michael Egan.
Donovan was on duty from 7 to 4 vesterday,
and was releved by Mi:cbell, K:van went on
duty wit Mitebell at© 11: o'clock, aud the
threa officers -remainad all, nizgbt.. Father
Finuegav ~ kept. them compa? Abous I1
o'clock Hallinger said be was huvugry again,
and Dovoren. took him a’ plate of cola
turkey. “

- Coacern: for thy future of. bis children
mado Hellinger talk of them quite often.
He oid not want them to live fa taw city, of.
anywhere. where they would be likely to
bear of bis crime and execution.
Avas Very ecovuomical in bis expenditures, aad
every doliar be got bold -of be’sent to the
p:ople who wers® caring for the cbildrea.
Jailer Davis, the Iste Sheriff McPnillips aud
many others. who visited Hallioger were in
the babst of civiay him money. Father Fin-
negao aod tho Sisters were also verv kiod in
this respect, avd their gifts were never
wasted .

Hengman Van Hiss left the jail yesterday
afternoon eariy He went to Hoboken in
order. to -be baady to the sheriff in case
Tesbatl vould get-a star, He bad an uoder-
standing: with Jailer Davis that ifno word
came from Pesball at 10.o'clock lest night be
should go to his bome ta Newark aod returo
with the gailows ta toe worning, so as to
reach the jaitat 7-o'clock. At 10 o'clock
~Lerift Stauton telephone 1 from police head -
quurters ta Hobozen fo the jail thet o>
papers bad tesa served-on bia, Tbis word
was conveyed to Haltinger, but b+ did pot

a

Ly ae toe went soutb. {

He:

22, 1892. :

THE EVE

arated at an elevated railway station and tbe

white man disappeared from the story. Hal-

is City by the Desbrosses

| Street ferry. jue to Coles
Street and throu

She athowel bim to eearch the pre nl ses lock -#
ing four his wife alter sbe told ~bim that
wife wae not there. He bad gaine! admix-
son by kicking the door Off the hinges oMrs
Metaul tld him that his) wife bal move-t t
UM Third Streat, MTell me tue trath ibe
said threalteuriely, “Four btishand “1 rat
cuildrea an tLiove tine. aad Jan going t
find then.” He went to No. 817 Third Street
Moore, the man who pccupted thy fropt room
bad to work that morning. and was washin
himeelf about <siz o'clock: whan Halhuyge
knocked at tha door. He did pot answer-a
once, and Hallioger “was going up the ba«
medts steps when Moore the door. H
turned and asked Moore if Mrs’ Hallinger wa
there. Moore. told) Mra. Halienger.  ..Sb+
cried out “My. God, don’t let ham come)
bere, he will wurder) ms.” When Hallinge
heard ber sneay, bo burst open the doorg
shored Moore on oue side and rusbed in
Tbe woman evidently sle Iv droseed od
account of the cold. She risen and wa
sitting om the edge of the bed when Hallinge
ran in. He said “You said-don't let me io
bev? Well, Pm going to kill you now.” Aso
spoke be threw a lather’s hatchet at Ler. Th
aim was good, and the force go xreat. tha
the hatcbet was buried in her skull. «She b
came unconscious instantly, but the infur
ated brute drew the batchet out and hacke
her about the head. She put gp ber arms i
atinctively to shiekl ber bead ag phe fell, ao
they wero hacked with the hatchet. “Moor
followe! bim ia, and said "Here, | don't ‘war
any fighting here,” but the deal was don:
Hallinger’s freuzy was gone. He said “z
get-a policeman. [have killed ber.” Moc
ran to Brady's undertaking otfis ant tel
phoned to the police headquarters. © The: b]

bad spattered the wall, ran down on tbe fluo
and saturated the bed.’ two childred
both they Rom but litle over two years ol:
the other but a vursing infaot, were smear
with their mother’s biood as they lay besi:
her lifeless body... Moore’s wife and child
were huddled in the corner of thy ball-tre
bling with fright, when  Hallinzer seized
kuife from the table and tried to cus b
throat, ‘Lhe knife was dull, and the intentic
weak. He threw the knife down and pi>k«
up hishatchet. Me struck @ couple of blo
with it on the ot his hea
but it was probably fel apd 4
densted.. Then he _ pic up| the eld.
child, kissed the rab y senaiceet aquilt of t
the bed and left the » Cfrying tae chi
in bis arms, He started aloneto goto t
second precinct» station bouse ou iro
Street, A trail of blood marke) bia sto
On Jersey Avenue near Fourth Strout be m
Patrolman _Van “Derzee, to whan he #
rendered binivetf. At the station house H
hnger stood before thedesk and to}d bis sto
to Roundsman Ganpon in @ matter-of-f
way. He was dripping with blood His ch
was closely clasped to his bosom and cove
with blood, He greeted the roundsinan w
afrieudly xood morning and said; o“I b
killed ny wife.” He said he had searched
ber at McCaul'’s house and foun
Moore's. At Moore's door
Hallinger. and 1 bave come
Moore said TD couldn't come ig®
my wife if she wanted to
beard my wife shout, ‘don’

bim come


186 — NEW: JERSEY-SOPREME COURT.

' The State v. Guild.

“prisoner alone is not sufficient, if the jury believe it to be true,
“to' produce a conviction, the opinion stands Opposed to very bigh
authority. The only case referred to by the judge, is from
Leach’s Crown Law 320, Alexander Fisher's case. This citation
wus evidently made from the first edition of Leach, and Jusricr
IleaTH, on a trial at the Assizes, is there reported to have luid
down the rule in substance as above stated. But Fisher’s case,
wus misreported by Leach in that edition, and is one of the
many errors, which he says in the preface of his subsequent edi-
tions, that he has corrected. In the 4tb edition published in
1815, vol..1, page 311, the same case is to be found, and the point
decided, as there reported, is wholly different. “There was no
other evidence,” says the reporter, “to fix these facts upon the
prisoner, than his confession made on his examination before
the committing magistrate, and there being no evidence, that
this confession was not reduced into writing, viva voce testi-
mony of it was réjected.” In the same page, Leach reports the
case of John Whirling, tried: before Lord Kenyon, at the Stiim-
mer Assizes at Silisbury, 1789, in which it was determined that
“a prisoner’ may be convicted on his oWn confession, when
proved by legal testimony, although it is totally uncorroborated
by any other evidence.” | oy oe
Hawkins, book 2, ch. 46, s. 36, suys—“If a confession be vol-
untarily made, and regularly proved on the trial, it is sufficient
if the jury believe it to be true, to convict the prisoner, without
any corroborating evidence to support it.” Phillipsin his Trea-
tise on Evidence; says, “a free and voluntary c.ynfession, made by
a prisoner to any person at any time or place, is strong evidence
against him, and, if satisfactorily proved, sufficient to convict,
without any corroborating circumstance.” 1 Phil. Ev. 81. Ana
afterwards he says: “It appears now to be an established rule,
that a full and voluntary confession by the prisoner of the overt
acts, charged against him on indictment for treason, is of’ itself
sufficient evidence to warrant a conviction.” Ibid. 85. Starkie
says, a “prisoner may be convicted on his own confession with-
out other evidence.” Starkie Evid. part 4, page 53. An opinion
on this point need not however, be here expressed, nor need the
enquiry be further prosecuted, for it will, I think, be demon-
strated, in the sequel, that the confessions are “strong and preg-
nant,” “disclosing and bringing forth facts and circumstances,”

;and that there are circumstances corroborating these confe

OR RENT oe

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SEPTEMBER TERM, 1828. 187

The State v. Guild.

ssions
ofa peculiarly pointed and persuasive character. In the first place,
however, it becomes material to a correct understanding of the
subject, to settle what is meant by the qualification, «
rating,”

corrobo-
annexed to the term “circumstances.” The phrase
clearly does not mean facts which, independent of the confes-
sion, will warrant a conviction, for then the verdict would stand
not on the confession, but upon those independent circumstances.
To corroborate is to strengthen, to confirm by additional security,
to add strength. The testimony of a Witness, is said to be cor-
roborated, when it is shewn to correspond with the representa-
tion of some other witness, or to comport with some facts other-
wise known or established. Corroborating circumstances then,
used in reference to a confession, are such as serve to strengthen
it, to render it. more probable, such in short as may serve to im-
press a jury with a belief of its truth. In this view of the subject,
the evidence in this cause affords cireumstances corroborating, in
“ singular and remarkable manner, the confessions which were -
proved. I shall briefly state them. The prisoner said, he went
to the house of the deceased, for the purpose of borrowing a
gun. It was proved a gun had been kept there, and that the
prisoner knew it. He said she refused him the gun, and accused
him of having done mischief to her pig und pigeons. It was
proved that she had entertained a belief; that such mischief’ had
been done by him. He confessed he had struck her with a yoke.
The witness, who first saw her after the disaster, testified that

-he found a yoke and blood on it} lying near her. The prisoner

confessed that, as he was going out, after she had refused his
request, he saw the yoke by the door, picked it up and went back.
Jonathan Vankirk, who resided in the house, testified to the
jury that when he went out about noon to work, the yoke was
by the side ofthe door. The prisoner stated that she was on
the hearth. M’Coy, the first who saw her, found her lying in the
corner of the fire place. He stated that she was starching a cap.
A cap, says M’Coy, lay on the hearth by the side of her. To
Philip Knowles he related the story, and confessed he struck
her a first, second, third and fourth time. M’Coy testified there
were four wounds—one on the top of her head, one on the right
temple, one on the right eye, and one on the under jaw. The

minute detail of incidents and the steady uniformity of his rela-

re oe : vs fs
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188 NEW JERSEY SUPREME COURT.

. The State vy. Guild.

- “ions to 2 number of persons, are not among the least’striking of
_tbe circumstances which mark these confessions. One supposed:

discrepancy only has been observed or pointed out. To one of
the witnesses he said, the deceased was sitting by the fire, blowing
the fire. To another, that she was starching a Cap and stooping
down on the hearth. No difficulty however, seems to exist in
reconciling these representations by supposing that he spoke of
different points of time.

In this view of the case a most marked difference from that

of Aaron, on which the prisoner’s counsel placed much reliance,

cannot escape observation. No attending circumstance stated

by him was proved to have existed; and ulthough before the

coroner’s inquest, and -for three or four weeks after he was put
in gaol, he continued to make the confessions, yet afterwards, and

until the time of trial, he steadily denied the truth of what he

had confessed. ,
In the charge, to the jury, the court say, “there are some

coincidences betyeen the facts detailed in his confession and the

real state of things, as testified by other witnesses; these would:
be strong proots of guilt, if he could not have learned them:
from any other theans, except by having gone to the house and
sven the body und other things as they really were. But bis
confessions were made long.after there were other’ sources of

information, and if you think it probable or possible, that it was:

furnished from other.sources, the evidence arising out of these
coincidences will have but little weight.” In this passage, as:
well as in every other part of a very judicious charge, we sce the
cautious and humane intentions of the judge, that on so deeply
important an occasion, no proper considerations should be over-
looked by the jury, ang that everything which might justly have
weight in favorem vite should be presented to their view. These
considerations were earnestly urged before us by the prisoner’s
counsel. But that a youth, like the prisoner, should carefully
treasure up from time to time the fragments of information which
he might have heard; that he should weave them together into
a connected and consistent tale; that he should uniformly and
repeatedly relate them, and in the same manner, and all this, not
28 an avowal or argument of innocence, but as a declaration of
atrocious guilt, was, in our opinion, very properly considered by
the jury to be beyond all reasonable bounds of credibility. And it

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The State v. Guild.

-could ‘not have escaped their observation, that in no particular,
‘not even the slightest, was his confession contradicted, or found

inconsistent with the facts or in any wise disproved.

The age of the prisoner was earnestly pressed on our consid-
eration by his counsel, who strenuously insisted he was too
young to be exposed to punishment on ‘such evidence. At the
perpetration of the offence he was aged twelve years and some-
what more than five months. The sound, sensible and legal rule
on this-head is, in our opinion, judiciously, as well as lucidly,
stated by ‘Yistice Souruarp in the case of Aaron. “This capac-
ity,” says be, “to commit a crime, necessarily supposes the ca-
pacity to confess it. He who is a rational! and moral agent, and
can merit the infliction of legal sanctions, must be able to detail
his motives and acts,and must be judged by them. If therefore
the defendant was of an age to be punished, he was of an age to
confess his guilt.” These principles are conformable to the most
approved and respected authorities.. In Leach’s Edition of Haw-,
kins, B. 1. 0.1. page 1, in note, it is said, “from this supposed
imbecility of mind, the protective humanity of the law will not +
without anxious circumspectipn, permit an infant to be ¢onvicted
on bis own confession. Yetif it appear, by strong and pregnant
evidence and circumstances ; that he was perfectly conscious of
the nature and malignity of Lie crime, the verdict of a jury may
find him guilty and judgment of death be given against him,”
Blackstone says, “in very modern times, a boy of ten years old
was convicted 6n his own confession, of murdering his bed fel-

_low, there appearing in his whole behaviour plain tokens of 4

mischievous discretion, and as sparing this boy merely on account
of his tender-years, might be of dangerous consequence to the
public by propagating a notion that children might commit such
atrocious crimes, with impunity, it was unanimously agreed by
all the judges that he was a proper subject of capital punish-
ment.” 4 Bl. Com..23.. The case mentioned by Blackstone is
reported at large by Foster. The evidence was the confession
of the boy, with some circumstances tending to corroborate the
confession, but in one respect widely different from the present
case, for one, and a leading circumstance, which he stated was
found to be entirely untrue. York's case, Foster 70.

In regard to a youth of the years of the prisoner, the law most
wisely requires the utmost circumspection from the jurors; and

48 properly served upoa.the s

190. NEW JERSEY SUPREME GOURT.”
The State v. Hamilton, .

_it is satisfactory to find that in the present case the. jury were:
distinctly reminded of their duty. “This fact," says the judge:
“in-his charge, “should make you more cautious in admitting the

confessions and induce you to resolve your doubts in his favour.”
Under a deep sense of responsibility, after a careful delibera-

tion, and fecling the strongest impression of the tenderness due:

to the life ofa fellow creature, we hold ourselves bound to advise

the Court of Oyer and Terminer not to grant a new trial, but to-
preceed to discharge the solemn duty which remains to them, by

pronouncing the'sentence of the law on the crime of murder.
The prisoner was sentenced and executed.

CITED Ir Donnelly vy, State, 2 Dutch. 463, 473. State y. Brooks, 1 Vr. 362.

THE STATE against BENJAMIN HAMILTON. late sheriff, and JOSEPH
” patng . 4E. EDSALL, and others, sureties, -3

sa - ee
1.-A nouce to myer Raga, apelr on a judgment entered upon a sheriff’s bond,

erifl and hig‘sureties, and need pot be served upon
the atjorney who appeared for the defendants in the snit on the bond. .

_ 2. Such notice maybe given by any attorney selected by the parties interested
in obtaining the assessment, though such attorney was not the one employed in

the original suits on which the assessinent is to be made.
3. It is not necessary to assign breaches on the record, after a judgment by
default on a sheriff’s bond.
A judgment by defiult having been obtained in this court, in

May Term last, on a sheriff’s bond, against the late sheriff of
Sussex, and his sureties— ,

W. Halsted, now moved for leave to assess, a8 damages under
that judgment, the amount of several amercements obtained
against the late sheriff in the Court of Common Pleas of the
county of Sussex, and in the Supreme Court; and offered to read
a copy of a notice of this motion, which had been duly served

upon the late sheriff and his sureties,

Scudder, for the defendants, objected, I. To the notice, 1. Be-

cause the attorney by whom it was signed, was not the attorney

in the original suits on which the amercements against the sheriff
had been obtained.

2. Because the notice was not served upon the attorney of

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“SEPTEMBER ‘TERM, 1828, 191

The State vy. Hamilton.

_ the defendant who had entered his cppearance to the suit, in
this court, previous to the entry of the judgment by default, and

who ought to have been served with notice of this motion, in-
stead of thé late sheriff and his sureties. ,

II. He objected that no damages could be assessed under this
judgment, upon the sheritf’s bond, until breaches had been as-
signed upon the record, and cited 1 Saund. 58 note 1. Rev.

Laws 238, sec. 9, 10.

Halsted, replied, 1. As to the notice. I. That it was not
necessary that it should be made by the attorney in the original
suits in which the amercements against the sheritf were obtained.
Because those suits were at an end, and this was a new proceed-
ing in which the parties interested were at liberty to employ
another attorney. It was analogous to the suing out a writ of

scire facias, to revive a judgment which might be done by a

different attorney from the one who obtained the judgment; and
that even an execution might be issued by a different attorney
from the one who obtained the judgment.

2d. That the notice was properly served upon the sheriff and:

his sureties instead of the attorney of the defendants in the suit
gn the bond.
1]. As to the-assignment of breaches, -the practice had been

long and well settled, that an assignment of breaches upon these

bonds was unnecessary.

Cur Justige.—aAs to the notice, it was properly given by the
attorney J. S. Halsted. It was not necessary to be given by the
attorney in the original suit. The parties interested may employ
the same, or a different attorney to move for an assessment upon
the sheriff’s bond.

The notice was also properly given to the sheriff and his
sureties, and it would not have been proper to have given it to
the attorney; this is'a new and substantial proceeding after the
determination of the suit. This point was decided in a case
recently before us from Somerset. In Flommerfelt v. Zellers, 2
4lalst, 31, an-application was made for an attachment aguinst
a person who disobeyed a rule to stay waste. The notice was

giveu to the party, aguinst which an objection was raised, but the ©

court said it had been properly given.
As to the assignment of breuches upon the record it is the

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right,” he said. “I’ve been thinking the
same way. But here's something else
I’ve noticed, too. Those men were evi-
dently intent upon pulling a bold day-
light holdup of the quarry payroll in that
field office. Professional heistmen don’t
go into such a job half-cocked., They must
have information in advance. Informa-
tion concerning the payroll, the pay-
master, the quarry and its field office and
the pay day. Such information must
usually come from someone inside the
organization chosen as their prey. Inan
isolated spot such as the quarry, this in-
formation could only be obtained from
the inside.”

“I was thinking the same thing,”
Wilson remarked. “Someone connected
with the quarry organization gave them
the dope, cither unwittingly or other-
wise.”

With this thought in mind, the de-
tectives decided upon a plan often em-
ployed in crime detection, They assigned
a detective to each of the 75 workers at
the Chimney Rock stone quarry.

On Jan. 23 there was but one suspect
left who looked like a possible lead. ‘The
detective covering him learned that the
Suspect’s sister was staying at her
brother’s home. She was estranged from
her husband, Daniel Genese. ‘The latter
was not unknown to police, having been
in custody on numerous occasions on
various charges.

Walsh and Wilson followed up this
lead themselves, ‘They made an exhaus-
tive investigation concerning their sus-
pect, He seemed to be in the clear. But
there was no getting around his brother-
in-law's past convictions.

Quickly, they checked Genese’s record.
He was a short, dark man with a round
face, and he was young. The investi-
gators exulted. It looked like they were
getting somewhere after ten long days of
hard work, and after others had failed.

“They rushed to the home of Genese’s
relative, four miles from. the quarry.
There they were confronted by an attrac-
tive young lady, Daniel Genese's wife. Her
brother was not at home and the de-
tectives settled down to await his return
from work.

Genese’s brother-in-law arrived home
at 5:30 p.m. He was as stunned as had
been his sister when advised that Genese
was suspected as the killer of Trooper
Coyle.

“Why—why, I can’t believe it,” he
stammered.

“Didn’t you give him information con-
cerning the quarry?”

He braced himself with an effort and
frowned. “I’m afraid I did,” he ad-
mitted. “Dan had been asking me ques-
tions now and then about the quarry, but
I thought nothing of it until after that
cop was killed. Then I felt suspicious,
as I knew Dan had been in trouble several
times before.”

“You gave him the dope he needed,”
confirmed Walsh grimly. “When did you
sce Genese last?”

The man pondered briefly. “Christmas
day,” he said. “He comes here once in
a while to see his wife. We don’t know

~where he is, or when he’ll come here

again.”

“Did you think he had anything to do
with this crime?” Walsh asked.

“Well, I'll tell you, Lieutenant,” said
the brother-in-law calmly. “L just
couldn't figure him out. When I asked

him about it, he got mad. He said a
bunch of bunglers had handled the quarry
job and that he had had nothing to do
with it. But I couldn’t help wondering
about those questions he had been asking
me for several weeks.”

Meanwhile, we got important informa-
tion from the Hoboken, N. J., police who
reported they had Daniel Genese on file
there, and they forwarded his photo and
address tous. Trooper Gregovesir identi-
fied the suspect’s picture immediately as
that of the killer of his buddy, young Bob
Coyle. The heat was now really turned
on for Daniel Genese.

We checked our state police files on the
killer and found that he had been arrested
a number of times for river piracy and
burglary. Using stolen cars and stolen
motor launches, Genese had robbed tug
boats and other carriers. He had been
convicted in several of these instances
and had served more than one prison
sentence.

Together with Hoboken officers, we
staged a swift raid on the Genese home.
We searched the house from top to
bottom but found no one at home, nor
anything of an incriminating nature. Nor
did we locate any indication of where the
elusive murderer might be hiding.

Seize Killer

ITER staking men out in the house,
we had all known haunts of the killer
scoured by undercover men. The entire
Hoboken waterfront was canvassed hy
officers in disguise. Knowing of Genese’s
record of river piracy we figured that it
was an even chance that he might attempt
a coup to secure getaway funds.

It was the desire to see his family,
however, that drew the murderer into our
net.

On Feb, 5, 1925, a black roadster pulled
into the dirt driveway of the home where
CGenese’s wife lived. At the wheel sat
the clusive killer for whom we had long
been searching. The watchful police did
not move until the jaunty slayer entered
the house through the rear door.

Then, as he sat chatting with his
trembling wife in the living room, a score
of men piled in on him. He cursed, but
refused to talk as handcuffs were snapped
on his wrists.

Genese was placed into his own car and,
accompanied by as many troopers as the
machine could accommodate, rushed to
the station at Pluckemin. Search of the
roadster revealed two expensive bolts of
silk which the killer had brought as a
present to his wife.

At Pluckemin, the prisoner was sullen.
He denied any knowledge of the crime.
An hour later I arrived from Trenton
and took a hand in the questioning.

Genese was a hard nut to crack. Hours
passed by without any signs of weaken-
ing on his part. We were tiring while
he still appeared fresh. Finally I decided
upon a ruse.

“Now look here, Genese,” I said.
“We've got you dead to rights. Your
photo has been identified by Trooper
Gregovesir, who was in the police car
the day you shot ‘Trooper Coyle in the
back.

“Besides,” I went on, wondering if he
would fall for it, “you left your gun in
the police car when you fled. linger-
prints do not lie, You might as well
make it easy on yourself and pet. this
thing off your chest.”

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“For a long moment Gres

the killer stood there, his trig- mast

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which he had killed Trooper “On

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REAL DETECTIVE
Oéteber » 1940

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mysterious caller said. “ve gota straight
tip for you, Captiin.  “Prooper Coyle's
murderer is riding in the taxicab of Joe
Gage at this very minute. Gage has a taxi
stand here at the depot. He just pulled
out with the killer in his car. Ought to be
around town some place. Gage doesn’t
know who his passenger is, I’m sure.”

“Tfello,” shouted Hamilton, “Who is
this speaking?”

The line was dead. The unknown in-
formant had hung up.

Hamilton issued swift orders. “Jim,
take a couple of men and get over-to
Bound Brook. Locate a taxi operated by
Joe Gage. This might be a fool tip, but we
can’t chance it. If you locate that killer
bring him back, dead or alive. But watch
your step. He’s armed and he'll not hes-
itate to shoot.”

Within minutes, six husky troopers
were entering Bound Brook, a half-dozen
miles south of Pluckemin. Joe Gage was
found at his taxi stand at the railroad
station. When the officers approached his
cab, he waved to a couple of them whom
he knew personally.

“How's business, boys? Picking up?”
He grinned, then sobered quickly when
apprised of the troopers’ errand.

“That killer in my cab?” he exclaimed
incredulously.

Get Description

N OFFICER nodded. “Describe your

last passenger,” he said briefly.

Gaye pondered a moment. “There were
two of them,” he replied. “Both fairly
young, short and heavy-set. One looked
quite dark. The other was unusually light
complected.”

“Our men,” exclaimed another trooper.
“Where'd they go?”

“T drove them to the edge of town,” said
Gage. “While they were in the cab I
heard one fellow mention that they had to
get to New Brunswick right away.”

One trooper dashed to a telephone and
requested the police of New Brunswick
to watch all roads into the city until they
arrived. In fast cars, the officers made
the nine-mile dash in short order, An
immediate siege of the city got under way
at once.

The colonel and I were notified and
ordered a concentration of state police
forces in and around New Brunswick, It
looked like our killers were on the verge
of capture at last. But as the hours passed
and the close search availed us nothing,
we knew another disappointment.

I thought over developments care-
fully. Since the suspected men had hired
a taxi in Bound Brook, did it mean that
the elusive red touring car had been aban-
doned? If so, where? Since our men had
not had a trace of the men in and around
New Brunswick, did it mean that they had
abandoned the idea of going to that city?
Or had they, thinking the cabbie might
be questioned later, merely dropped the
remark about New Brunswick as a false
lend, Jater going to another point to hide
out? If so, where did they go?

The answers to these questions were
not at hand. But we were more deter-
mined than ever to locate that red tour-
ing car. .

It was late afternoon when Tnspector
John Beggans of the Jersey City detec-
tive bureau announced that his men had
struck pay dirt. They had not located the
elusive red car, but they had located the
legal owner of the license plate number
carried by the fugitives getaway machine.

That number, Beggans told us, was is-

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sued to a male resident of Jersey City.
This man owned a black Kissel sedan, At
the time of the murder his car, with the
proper plates on it, had been seen by po-
lice in Jersey City. The car owner was in
the clear. An investigation proved that
his plates had not been removed from
the Kissel since they had first been in-
stalled. .

While clearing an innocent man, this
dead end was another disappointment to
us. It proved that the fugitives’ getaway
car had borne fictitious plates. Any at-
tempt to trace such plates would be
doomed to failure, we knew, but a man
was assigned to the task regardless and
we turned our attention elsewhere.

Another night blanketed New Jersey,
accompanied by a heavy snowstorm, The
Klks of Somerville, N. J., gave a benefit
dinner for Trooper Coyle’s aged parents.
The slain officer had been very popular
and everyone mourned at his untimely
end. A Somerville councilman offered a
reward of $500 for information leading to
the apprehension of the killer, and the
Somerset County Board of Freeholders
increased this to $1,500,

Next day, Sergt. Wooge finished his
search through New = Jersey firearms
shops without locating any information
on the killer's gun. Without delay, he
shifted over to New York City and con-
tinued his mammoth task.

As a last resort in attempting to iden-
tify our men we asked ‘Trooper Greg-
ovesir to began a search through New
Jersey's rogues’ gallery on the chance that
he might recognize some criminal’s pic-
ture as that of our killer's.

It was definitely playing a long shot.
We had not the slightest proof of the
state from which Coyle’s murderer had
come, But occasionally some police of-
ficials play a long shot and win, With
things at a standstill and public clamor
for action mounting, we felt like trying
anything which might prove profitable,
no matter what the odds against us.

By Monday morning, the case had be-
come one of the most widely-publicized
murders in the history of our state. We
were swamped by letters from every-
where. Newspapermen arrived from many
points to cover the story.

When the facts surrounding the mur-
der got out, how Coyle had spared his
killer's life by firing a shot over his head
and had been blinded and slain for his
mercy, public indignation knew no
bounds. Countless tips poured in to state
police headquarters from well-meaning
citizens who thought they had a clue to
the murderer. These we ran down one
by one, but our efforts bore no fruit.

State police officers gave up all their
free time, working 24 hours a day on the
baffling case. Slowly, we felt we were
making progress, but only dogged police
work would be able to climinate the many
false leads.

Back in Trenton that noon, the colonel
and [conferred with Governor George S.
Silver, We reached an agreement to offer
a reward of $1,000, boosting the reward
total to $2,500 for the capture of the cold-
blooded slayer.

Days slipped by and there was no let-up
in the manhunt. If anything, it had in-
tensified. Then, when things looked
blackest, Capt. Hlamilton located a garage
owner in Plainfield, N. J., who offered in-
formation on a blue Buick coupe. This
seemed promising inasmuch as the quarry
workers had maintained that they had
seen the two wanted men in such a car
near the field office on the day Coyle was

slain, The blue Buick coupe was brought
to Plochemin for examination,

“On the day of the murder,” related the
garage owner, “a man left the blue coupe
at my place. He hasn’t called for it since,
He was heavy-set and rather young. Sort
of light-complexioned.”

It sounded like the killer’s companion,
all right. The license plates were from
New York City. Officers in the latter city
promised Capt. Hamilton cooperation in
locating the owner of the plates. Mean-
while, troopers examined the blue coupe
and dusted for fingerprints. But their la-
bor was in vain as there was nothing to be
found either in or on the car.

An hour later, the New York police tel-
ephoned Capt. Hamilton.

“That blue Buick has been on our miss-
ing cars list since last Friday,” the de-
tective on the wire stated. “Belongs to
a young lady who left it in a garage here
on Amsterdam avenue on the day your
man was killed. A new hand at the ga-
rage was washing the car when a stranger
rushed in and drove off in it. Yes, Cap-
tain, you guessed it; the man who took
the car fits your killer’s description!”

Another disappointment. The stolen
blue coupe was useless to us now. We
turned it over to the grateful young lady
who owned it. I wondered why the gun-
men had used first the blue. coupe, then the
red touring: car,

Two weeks passed, uneventful except
for the arrest of an occasional new sus-
pect. Each arrest brought Trooper Greg-
ovesir to the line-up to view the prisoner,
but each time the hard-working trooper
failed to identify the prisoner, Persis-
tently, then, he would return to his photo
examination. We marveled at his amaz-
ing capacity for work, Since Dee. 20, he
had examined more than 20,000) photos.

The new year arrived. On Jan. 6, 1925,
Gov. Silzer made a public appeal to the
nation at large, requesting any person
having any information pertaining to the
case to make it known to the police. He

then assigned two crack detectives from
Jersey City to the case.

“Devote your time exclusively to this
case till it is solved,” he told the ace
sleuths grimly.

Study Clues

IIE detectives were the inseparable

team of Lieuts. Harry Walsh and
Charles Wilson, With their vast knowl-
edge -of the New Jersey underworld, we
felt that an important step had been taken
toward apprehending the phantom killers
of young Coyle. Attesting to the ability of
these two officers are the influential ranks
they hold today in) Jersey City. Harry
Walsh is police chief and Charles Wilson
is deputy chief inspector,

In their own unobtrusive manner the
two detectives began their probe. ‘Their
first step was to absorb every detail of
the case thus far and try to arrive at some
definite conclusions through conferences
with our office and with other detectives
who had been working on the mystery.

Several points stood out before the alert
eyes of the newly-assigned sleuths who
were looking at the entire case from a
fresh perspective.

“These men were not novices,” Wilson
said, after their preliminary survey, “but
experienced criminals. The use of a
stolen car, of fictitious license plates and
army uniforms, all go to prove that.
Then, it takes an old hand. to murder
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under his breath, took a long breath and
spoke:

“Yeah, I shot the trooper,” he said
calmly. “I didn’t intend to, but I got
excited when he pulled his rod instead of
heisting his hands as [ ordered. He
missed finding a gun TI had hidden in
my trousers when he searched me. That's
how I got the drop on him.”

Genese went on to name as his aceom-
plice one John Anderson, who lived in
Jersey City. Shortly thereafter, Ander-
son was taken by a raiding party to whom
he offered no resistance. Anderson denied
any knowledge of the crime at the quarry.
Even when confronted by Dan Genese’s
confession, he stubbornly stuck to. his
story.

Daniel Genese went into detail con-
cerning his crime. His confession was
made in the presence of Col. Schwartz-
kopf, Sheriff Joseph Hanlon and a dozen
other ranking officials. After reading
over the transcript, the slayer signed each
page of the wordy text. Later, Anderson
broke and admitted his complicity. His
story bore out that of Genese in every
respect.

Genese stated that they had at first
intended using the blue Buick coupe while

holding up the field office, then suddenly
decided to use Anderson's red Butek tour -
ing car with the false plates. The red
car was found in a garage in New York
City. The two police revolvers taken by
CGenese were at the bottom of the Morris
Canal in Jersey City where he said we'd
find them.

A thorough investigation of the lives
of the killer’s wife and her brother was
made. This resulted in an offictal clear-
ing of them of any possible connection
with the crime. They were each given a
record of the investigation and findings,
signed by various officials, to protect two
innocent people against any later reflec-
tions.

Justice moved swiftly in the case of the
scowling police killer, Genese. On March
30, 1925, he went on trial for his life
before Justice Charles W. Parker in the
Somerset court.

Prosecutor A. M. Beekman prepared
the case against the slayer. I was at his
table assisting.

The defense tried to establish that
Trooper Coyle had been accidentally shot
by his brother officer, Gregovesir. Though
actual ballistics could not be used, since
the guns found in the bottom of the
canal had been weathered to uselessness,

we proved that Genese was the actual
hiller,

Irom the angle which Coyle had been’

shot it was evident to the jury that the
bullet had come from the left-hand corner
of the rear seat. If Gregovesir had shot
his partner, he would have had to accom-
plish the impossible—race to Jersey City,
throw the guns into the canal, then pet
back to the murder scene before the
arrival of the other investigators.  ‘Vhe
time element involved made this pro-
hibitive.

The trial came to a close with the jury
bringing in a verdict of guilty of first
degree murder without a mercy recom-
mendation. Genese listened to it calmly,
a slight smile on his lips.

John Anderson pleaded guilty to a
charge of accessory before and after the
fact. He was given a year in the peni-
tentiary at hard labor.

On the night of Dec. 15, 1925, Dan
Genese walked to the electric chair in
the Trenton death house and paid with
his life for his brutal crime.

Ciditor’s note: The name Joe Gage as used in
this story is not real but fictitious to protect the
identity of an innocent person.)

Six-Gun Killers

[Continued from page 41]

not even a madman would try that.”

For two weeks Perchmouth had ripped
up the country, For the following two
he stayed “disappeared.”

Meanwhile, Vulia again had become a
clearing house for information. It was
noted in all reports that when the gang
had last struck, nobody had seen the blond
girl, Tulia officers shuddered. If the
boys had decided to get rid of Claire
Young they might do at their own way.
When next seen the blonde might be a
, corpse,

Then, on July 14, 1934, an excited
deputy came racing into the Carrizozo
office of Sheriff MacCamant.

“Sheriff!” he shouted.  “Perchmouth
Stanton has a relative living up the road
a hundred miles from here. It’s only a
dugout buat he's up there and so are a
couple of strangers. That's why Perch-
mouth was able to disappear!”

MacCamant wasted no time. Gather-
ing a posse of seven men, including
Deputies Hupert Reynolds, Tom Jones
and Jack Davidson, he sped by car to the
scene, A stone house loomed on a flat
mesa, 200 yards from the suspected dug-
out shack. It was noon. The day was
sultry but the scene was bright under the
desert sun,

MacCamant left five men with orders
to guard the house, then told the others to
follow him toward the dugout, which
seemed deserted. Tis voice was tense
as he issued instructions:

“Reynolds, Davidson, cover us from
the brush. Jones, you come with me.”

Jones and the lean, wiry sheriff walked
straight to the dugout and banged on the
door. It opened abruptly and a careworn
woman stood before them.

MacCamant tipped his hat. “Good
afternoon, ma’am., Is your husband
around?”

The woman shool her head and the
sheriff gently but firmly pushed her

54

aside. A quick search only proved that
the dugout was empty.

Still not satisfied, MacCamant threw
his men into skirmishing formation and
had them search the brush and near-by
caves. But again they found nothing,

MacCamant left one man on guard all
that night and next morning he and the
others returned. This time they carried a
sub machine pean,

As they advanced over the crest of a
hill they caught sight of Perchmouth’s
relative and a strange blond man in the
yard. The blond stranger quickly ducked
out of sight.

MacCamant, from the shield of the
automobile, called, “Iey, there, where are
you going?” There was no answer, Then,
“Twant to talk to you. Come out here!”

A voice yelled back, “LD ain’t coming
nowheres!”

But Sheriff MacCamant was not so
easily refused. Years of hard dealing with
hard men had taught him tactics that
produced results.

“All right, don't come, then,” he called.
“But get that woman and any children
in there out of the way, because I’m com-
ing in behind a sub-machine gun. I'll
tear the place apart!’

Perchmouth’s kinsman was instantly
mellowed. He came on the run.

“There’s just one question,” the sheriff
snapped, “Where is) Perchmouth and
where is Glen THunsucker?”

The man gulped but finally managed to
say that he had not seen the murderous
pair.

The sheriff and his men again searched
the dugout and yard but the blond man
had disappeared. Then, suddenly, Mac-
Camant could see what had happened.
The blond had quietly sneaked away
about 100 yards to a sloping hill, Behind
that had been a parked car. Tt was an
easy matter to throw it out of gear, coast
out of earshot and step on the gas. The

car was now only a cloud of dust on the
mesa, and it was an odds-on bet that the
blond Glen Hlunsuecker and Verchmouth
Stanton were in the car,

The eight officers hurriedly took up
the trail, For 20 miles they followed new
tracks, now only a trail of dust, over sandy
roads and then, quite suddenly, into the
base of a mountain range of heavy timber,

The timber broke and became ai that,
grassy clearing, Ahead was a clump of
trees and brush, The car was in low, the
grinding gears being the only sound in an
otherwise still day.

“Jones! Took out!”

Deputy Davidson shouted the words,
but they were punctuated suddenly by the
sharp, rattling pop of a high-speed rifle
inaction. Jones brought his gun to shoul-
der level, fired once and suddenly seemed
to lose control of his legs. He fell back-
wards in a twisted heap, the third peace
officer to die in the long manhunt.

The firing was terrific for five minutes,
accuracy being discarded for volume in
the bombardment. Suddenly there came
an carsplitting war cry.

The bandits were actually advancing!

A blond head unexpectedly popped
from the brush. The bandit's gun was
spitting. One of the deputies coolly leveled
his rifle until a blond head appeared
squarely across the sights. The deputy
fired and the blond head spurted red,
The deputy’s man dropped heavily to the
ground,

Then came silence, swift and terrifying.

Five minutes of ominous silence passed.
Then, at a signal, the officers advanced
directly to the clump of brush.

“That's odd. said a deputy. “This
blond fellow was alone.”

“Alone, nothing!" barked MacCamant.
“Tere’s thirty-thirty shells and = forty-
five shells. Two guns were firing and that
man has only one gun, Perchmouth has
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“ ALL right, you guys, get in
the back room and no
wise cracks!”

The incredibly thin youth with the
pimply face and glittering black eyes
backed up his command with a threat-
ening gesture of an ugly automatic.

The two employees of the A & P
Grocery store at Courtlandt and
Holmes Street, Belleville, New Jer-
sey, moved warily towards the back
room with upraised hands.

Edward Dezacovsky, 25, of Pas-
saic, the manager, began protesting.

“Do what I tell you or you'll get
bumped,” snarled the gunman. ‘I’m
running this show.”

The manager and his clerk, Peter
Conklin, watching furtively from the
rear room, saw the bandit
toss his gloves on the
counter, open the cash reg-
ister and stuff the receipts in
his overcoat pocket.

The screech of car btakes
outside caused the gunman to look up,
startled, Noticing the rear exit of the
store the gunman covered the distance
in several strides and was gone.

The store manager and his assistant
ran into the back yard in time to see
the bandit leap nimbly over the fence
that bordered on Courtlandt Street.

Slane hyas and Conklin re-
traced their steps through the
store and ran to the corner. Spotting
the fleeing figure they started in pur-
suit. The manager’s cries for help at-
tracted Edward Maurer and Paul
Bohrer and both joined the chase
after the fugitive.

When the four men reached the
cotner of Joralemon and Courtlandt
they lost sight of their quarry. As they
hesitated, undecided on which way to
ttirn, the store bandit suddenly reap-
peared from an alley, his gun waving
uncertainly and a scowl of fear etched
across his emaciated face.

“There he goes!’ shouted Maurer.

The gtinman turned and fled into
the driveway of a house owned by
Morgan D. Sammis. The quartet fol-
lowed close on his heels. As they
turned into the driveway get were
met “4 a fusillade of shots. Maurer
stumbled forward several feet before
slumping to the ground. Bohrer
groaned, clutched his stomach and fell
headlong. Dezacovsky and Conklin
dived for cover and the fugitive made
his escape,

The police, summoned by neigh-
bors, swarmed into Jotalemon Street.
Maurer and Bohrer were bundled into
a St. Michael’s Hospital ambulance,
while the grocery store employees
were questioned by Detectives Wil-
liam Sullivan and Anthony Gross.

Chief of’ Police Michael Flynn in-
spected the pigskin gloves abandoned
by the bandit. They seemed worthless
as a Clue until he examined the lining.

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BY CAPT. ELMER LEIGHTON

(Former Chief of Detectives, Belleville, N. J.)

A tag bore the initials “W.G.” Below
it in script was the name of a Phila-
delphia department store, ;

“An out-of-town punk,” Flynn
snapped. “I' want all bus and railroad
terminals covered! Get every man on
the job. He may still be in the neigh-
borhood. Blockade it tightly !”

Ballistics expert Detective Harry
Winfield found one pellet embedded
in the wooden fence adjoining the
Sammis home. Another had hit the
stucco side of the building and rico-
chetted to the ground.

“These slugs are useless,” he told
Flynn, “They’re badly smashed. We'll
have to depend on the slugs in the
victims.”

Dezacovsky described the gunman
as 20 years old, five feet eleven in

‘height and very thin, weighing not .

more than 120 pounds. He said the
bandit had been in the store earlier in
the day for a package of cigarets.

“He returned a few minutes after
the noon hour whistle sounded,” con-
tinued the manager. “Only this time
he pulled a gun.”

A check of the cash register re-
vealed that the bandit had not only
taken the morning’s receipts amount-
ing to about $32, but had also pilfered
Dezacovsky’s expensive wrist watch.

Meanwhile, a check for fingerprints
uncovered only those of the manager
and his clerk.

Chief Flynn was directing the
search when Patrolman Thomas
Bride approached. He showed Flynn
a light gray felt hat. “I found this a
few doors down on Stephens Street.
It’s got the initials ‘W.G.’ stamped
inside.”

“Tt’s his,” nodded Flynn, examining
the headpiece. He observed that the
lining bore the label of a nationally
known chain outfit, a fact which. ap-
parently eliminated any possibility of
tracing it back to the purchaser.

Returning to headquarters, Chief

Flynn alerted the nearby police de-

partments of Newark, Nutley, Bloom-
field and Passaic for the tall, sparely
built youth with the pimply complex-
ion and the itchy trigger finger.

As Flynn busied himself on further
assignments throughout Belleville,
tragic news. reached him from St.
Michael’s Hospital. Maurer was dead
on arrival from a bullet in the heart,
while Bohrer, with a slug in the ab-
domen, was in serious condition.

Spurred on by the grim report,
Flynn ordered an all-out search for
the killer. Reports began filtering
in. Mrs. Howard Schenk, of 390
Courtlandt Street telephoned that. the
bandit went through her kitchen
waving the gun menacingly, only
to disappear over her back
fence.

Detectives and uniformed
men were rushed to the dis-
trict but could find no trace
of the fugitive. A few min-
utes later news reached headquarters
that the bandit had used the telephone
of the Federal Leather Company on
River Road to order a taxi.

Detectives Sullivan and Gross were
rushed to the spot. They questioned
Mrs. Anna Baker, the switchboard
operator.

“He called an Essex Cab,” she in-
formed them. “It was only after the
cab disappeared into Roosevelt Ave-
nue that I heard he was the gunman
you were looking for.”

i Tbien Essex Cab Company was in-
structed to send their driver to
police headquarters the moment he
contacted the office. In the meantime
all roving patrols were ordered to
keep a sharp lookout for the cab.

Still the reports continued to come
in. Several persons said they saw
the gunman running through an
abandoned factory on Washington
Street near the Erie Railroad tracks.
James Ferrara, of Hancock Street,
told officers a tall, thin youth had ac-
costed him for the whereabouts of a
taxi stand.

Meanwhile a roundup of Belle-
ville’s police characters was ordered
by Director of Public Safety William
D. Clark. It was carried out so re-
lentlessly during the night that a
continual parade of suspects marched
in and out of police headquarters.
The sum total of this maneuver how-
ever, was nil.

The next morning Chief Flynn
summoned me to his office. After
briefing me on the foregoing details
he said, “I’m dropping the case in
your lap, Leighton. It’s your baby, so
stick with it. By the way, it’s a double
murder now. Paul Bohrer died at 4
o’clock this morning.”

The two men shot down hadn’t had
a chance, Their deaths were tragic as

[Continued on page 39]

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well as senseless. Maurer, 19, was a
butcher’s assistant, and had earned an
enviable reputation as an athlete while
attending Belleville High School. Paul
Bohrer, 40, was an automobile mechanic
and the father of four children, three
girls and a boy. His sudden passing left
the family penniless.

I began my investigation by using the
same procedure which had broken other
cases. The gunman, I figured, would first
get rid of the gun. What better way than
pawning it?

Before touring the pawnshops, I con-
tacted the Philadelphia department store
by telephone. They could not help me
locate the gloves’ purchaser. Meanwhile,
Detective Harry Winfield, a laboratory
expert who had examined the bullets ex-
tracted from the victims, told me the
murder gun was a .45 caliber automatic.

Next, I scanned the pawnshop lists sent
daily to the police and noticed that a
45 caliber automatic had been hocked
in Newark since the murder.

The gun was confiscated and given to
Winfield for ballistics examinations.
However, it did not turn out to be the
murder weapon. The move was not with-
out results, because a shop off Market
Street, Newark, reported that a young
man answering the killer’s description
had pawned a wrist watch for $5.00. I
went there. It was Dezacovsky’s watch.

The pawner had given his name as
Ward Gillam, and his address as Freling-
huysen Avenue, in Newark.

I took the watch and the pawnbroker
back to Belleville with me. I wanted to
have the timepiece dusted for prints and
the broker’s prints taken in the event
any were found on the case or crystal.

However, the only prints developed
were those of the pawnshop proprietor.

In the meantime the hack driver told
us he took the gunman to Penn Station
in Newark. It was shortly after 1 o’clock
when he paid his fare and entered the
station. The watch was pawned at 6
o’clock that same night. This maneuver
indicated that the gunman tried to throw
us off his trail by making believe he was
leaving the state.

I WENT to the Frelinghuysen Avenue

address on the pawn ticket. The name
“Ward Gillam” I had already tabbed as
a phony. When I got there the address
proved to be an empty lot. w)

Because the killer had selected an
empty lot for an address, I reasoned that
it indicated a certain familiarity with the
neighborhood. It was reasonable to as-
sume that he had lived on Frelinghuysen
Avenue. Figuring that perhaps one of the
local bartenders might know a Ward Gil-
lam, I canvassed them all, but without
success.

Dezacovsky’s watch kept popping in
my mind. Gillam, or whatever his name
was, had hocked the watch on Market
Street. Wasn’t it likely therefore, that
he had pawned articles in that neighbor-
hood before?

_ Before I could plunge into this phase of
the case Detective Sullivan paid me a
visit.

“This hood you’re chasing,” he ‘said,
“seems to like grocery stores. He’s the
same mug who held up the A & P at
Smith and William Streets and blew with
$60. He also broke into a store owned
by the same chain in the North End dis-
trict two weeks ago.

“And that’s not all,” went on Sullivan.
“The manager of the Mutual Grocery at
Union Avenue and Greylock Parkway
tells me that the same bandit was holding
up his place the other night when he was
suddenly frightened off.”

I realized from this I was up against
no novice, but a daring, shrewd operator.
The killer would have to be run to earth
either by good detective work, or else
blunder into the hands of the police while
committing another crime.

The next day Sullivan and I began
checking the pawnshops in the Freling-
huysen Avenue section. We drew blanks
the first day, but the next morning, after
shifting our canvass to the Market Street
section, we had better luck.

At a Broad Street shop we learned that
a Ward Gillam had pawned several
articles there during the winter of 1929.
At that time he gave a Lincoln Park ad-
dress. The pawnbroker’s description con-
vinced us it was our man.

Since Gillam had regularly pawned
articles in the Market Street district, it
was now certain that he once lived there.
The murderer of two men had used the
same name on two occasions. Was it really
his own? 5:

This was too much to hope for, but we
felt certain the name Gillam was linked
with his genealogical background.

Three days after the double murder, I
went to the address at Lincoln Park. This
time the number on ‘the pawn ticket
actually existed.

I knew I'd have to play my cards care-
fully, so I posed as an electric meter in-
spector. The name Gillam wasn’t in any
of the letter-boxes. When my canvass
of the tenants proved unavailing, I
hunted the superintendent.

“Never heard of Gillam,” he said, shak-
ing his head. “Leastwise not while I’ve
been here, which is about ten years.”

I then gave him Gillam’s description
in detail.

The super’s eyes narrowed. “Seems
there was a young fellow looking like
that hanging around here a while back,”
he admitted thoughtfully. “He used to
go with that actress gal we had on the
top floor, Lee Winters.”

Miss Winters, he said, had moved
about six months before without leaving
any forwarding address. He described her
as being in her early 20s, slightly above
average height and a blonde.

“Do you keep a list of tenants over the
past couple of years?” I asked him.

The supér nodded. “I keep a file index,
if that’s what you mean. C’mon, we'll
look it over.”

The card index merely stated that Miss
* Winters had leased a two-room apart-

ment on the top floor from August, 1928,

to August, 1929. It said she was single

and gave her occupation as a dancer.

I wasted the next hour questioning the
same tenants about Lee Winters, and got
either blank stares or negative shakes
of the head. I realized that my best bet
lay in canvassing the theatrical agencies
in New York.

Before crossing the river I went to the
nearest post office for an inspection of
their change-of-address cards. Miss Win-
ters however, had filed none.

In New York I began the weary round
of theatrical booking agents. I drew
blanks until I interviewed an agent on
West 47th Street.

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“Lee Winters?” he-mused. “Seems like
I heard of her somewheres. Wait a min-
ute, I’ll check my records.” ~

He withdrew a card from his files and
grinned. “Sure, it is. Lee Winters, 22,
dancer. Last employed in a_burlyque
house on Fourteenth Street. Living at
present at 322% West 17th Street.”

I thanked him and hustled down to
Seventeenth Street. It proved to be an
unpretentious brownstone of which the
neighborhood abounded, The name Lee
Winters was scrawled in a letterbox, I
climbed to the fourth floor and pressed
the buzzer.

A slender young blonde, attractively
garbed in a black velvet housecoat,
answered.

“Yes?”

FLASHED by badge and was ush-
ered inside. She nodded when I de-
scribed the suspect.

“I was dancing over in Newark when
I met him,” she explained. “He sent word
back-stage that he wanted to see me, I
liked him at first, and went out with him
several times.”

“What name did he give you?”

“Walter Gillam.”

The killer gave the name Ward Gillam
when pawning articles. Was Walter
really his own name?

I was disappointed when she said she
knew next to nothing about her boy
friend. }

“Did he ever mention where he lived,
or what he did for a living?” I in-
quired.

She frowned. “He told me once that
he lived on Frelinghuysen Avenue, but
when I went to see him, it was an empty
re, After that I’d have nothing to do with
1im.

“How about his occupation?”

“He never told me,” she answered.
“But I noticed that his hands always
seemed dirty. Black would be a better
word for them. I guess that’s why he al-
ways wore gloves.”

That interested me. A dapperly dressed
killer with dirt-smeared hands. I urged
her to tell me more about his hands.

“T didn’t have much opportunity to ob-
serve them,” she said. “He always seemed
to be wearing gloves. However, I did
notice that only his fingers were
smeared.” :

In conclusion, Lee Winters said she
hadn’t seen Gillam in months, nor did she
bere any idea where I might look for

im.

_ T returned to Belleville that night feel-
ing.sure that the black-stained fingers
was a definite lead. What was his occu-
pation? Was he a coal-heaver? That was
out because of his lack of weight. Was
he a machinist, or an automobile me-
chanic?

Back at headquarters I was busy com-
piling a list of recently discharged gro-
cery employees when the gunman struck
again!

Entering a drug store at the corner of

Verona and Mt. Prospect Avenues in
Newark, the skinny youth pointed a gun
at the proprietor, Mack Whittle, and his
white-jacketed assistant, relieved them
of their money and a wrist watch,: and
ran to the street and escaped.
_ Police Headquarters flashed an alarm
to all squad cars in the vicinity, but
= sane of the area failed to uncover
him,

The report filled me with growing
hope. As in the A & P carnage, the gun-
man included a wrist watch among the
spoils. Would he attempt to pawn it in
the Market Street district as he had

40

Dezacovsky’s watch? While it was too
much to hope for, I spent the next hour
alerting the pawnshops to such an
eventuality. ;

I received encouraging news from Lab
Technician Winfield early the next
morning.

“T’ve been giving those stained hands
of the suspect considerable thought,” he
said. “I’ve been trying to figure what
the guy did for a living to make ’em that

way.

“And—?” I asked hopefully.

“When he pulled that A & P job he
left several smears on the marble coun-
ter of the cash register. Dezacovsky and
the clerk swear the marks weren’t there
before the holdup, so the gunman must
have made them. I’ve analyzed them, and
they're ink stains.”

“Ink?” Are you sure?” :

Winfield nodded. “I’m positive. It’s
not the kind bookkeepers get on their
fingers, but more of a heavy, coarse
type. Like printer’s ink.”

I assigned several men to work on the
printer’s angle while I concentrated on
locally discharged grocery clerks. By

Director of Public Safety William D.
Clark, incensed by the brazen attack, or-
dered a roundup of police characters.

mid-afternoon I had compiled a list of
nearly fifty names.

I was getting ready to leave my office
when the phone rang. It was a Broad
Street, Newark, pawn broker and he
seemed excited,

“T’ve got it!” he cried. “I’ve got it!”

I urged him to talk slower. ‘You've
got what?”

“The watch! The one taken by the
bandit from Mr. Whittle in the drug
store holdup yesterday.”

My heart leaped, The gunman was fol-
lowing his old routine. I made the trip
to Broad Street in less than fifteen min-
utes. I urged ‘the broker to describe the
watch pawner.

“He was fairly tall, about five ten. His
hair was slicked and shiny and the right
side of his face was very pimply, I don’t
think he weighs much more than 120
pounds,”

It sounded like our man, all right.
When the proprietor said he gave the
name Ward Gillam I knew he was the
man we were after. 5

He gave an address on Mulberry
Street, Newark. I drove there and found
a 30-family walkup apartment building.
When I could find no Gillam in the let-

ter ‘boxes I ‘sought out the superin-
tendent. ~

“No Gillaim’s here,” he said, shaking
his head, “'What’s he look like?”

I described the youthful bandit.

The super’s face lit up. “Yeah, we did
have a young feller. living here who
looked like that, but his name wasn't
Gillam, It was Gimbel. Walter Gimbel.”

Here were the same initials used on
the pawnbroker’s tickets! The super re-
vealed that the Gimbels had left no for-
warding address when they moved three
months before. He said the family con-
sisted of the suspect's father and a step-
mother. He was an only child.

Next, I questioned the tenants. A

“former neighbor of the Gimbels said she

heard that they now lived “somewhere’s
in Belleville.”

I went to the nearest Public Service
office for a look-see at gas and electric
records. A check revealed that there was
no further business on the /Gimbel ac-
count after it had been terminated in
November, 1929. This meaht that the
family had either broken up, or they had
moved in with relatives who had the
gas and electric listed under their own
names.

1 returned to Belleville to nurse my
disappointment. I had run into snags at
every turn. I had now traced Gimbel’s
movenients up to three short months
ago. Suddenly I recalled his ink stained
hands. If he worked as a printer it was
imperative that he use his own name to
get into the union, Still, he could be an
apprentice.

Covering hundreds, perhaps thou-
sands, of printing shops, was out of the
question. I decided to use mimeographed
letters, Securing phone books for New-
ark, Bloomfield, Nutley and Passaic, as
well as Belleville, I put several men to
work.

Hundreds of letters went out. Days
passed without a nibble. Meanwhile, I
kept close to the telephone for word on
the further activities of the store bandit.
Unless we nabbed him I felt certain he’d
strike again,

Three days later I received a letter
from the personnel manager of the Mono
Service Company, at Verona and Oraton
Streets, in North Newark. It stated that
a Walter Gimbel, aged 20, was employed
there as a printer's assistant. He gave
Gimbel’s address as 46 New Street,
Belleville.

IMMEDIATELY delved into the
I young man’s background and came up
with plenty. I learned that his sleekish,
sophisticated manner had earned him the
neighborhood appellation — of “Gerald
Chapman,” after the notorious gunman
of that era. I learned also, that Gimbel
had been incorrigible since his early
youth.

Another interesting revelation was
that Gimbel had won several sharpshoot-
ing medals at Plattsburg while a mem-
ber of the New Jersey National Guard.

I went to see the personnel manager.
He said that a series of petty burglaries
had broken out at the plant since Gimbel
was hired, but that he could not prove
anything.

Walter ‘Gimbel was picked up and
taken to police headquarters for ques-
tioning. The thin-framed youth stead-
fastly denied having killed William
Maurer and Paul Bohrer, claiming he
was at work on the day of the crime.
A check of the time records, however,
revealed that he had left the plant at
eleven o’clock on the morning of the
16th, pleading illness: The A & P holdup

P

and killing: *
half later.

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and came up
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the plant at
‘ning of the
.& P holdup

and killings took place an hour-and-a-
half later.

I was questioning him when Sullivan
walked in and laid a .45 caliber automatic
on my desk.

“T found this under the mattress of
Gimbel’s bed,” he said. “And I also found
these.”

Sullivan handed me a quantity of keys.
“These open just about every locker at
the Mono Service plant,” he said sig-
nificantly.

I turned to Gimbel. “Well, how about
it? Ready to talk now?”

Gimbel stubbornly refused to admit
his guilt. He protested that it wasn’t him,
but a man resembling him, who had com-
mitted the crimes. Meanwhile I had sent
for Edward Dezacovsky and Peter Conk-
lin, the A & P employees, as well as
Mack Whittle, the druggist.

When they arrived they were unani-
mous in declaring that he was the gun-

man who held up their stores. Only then
did Gimbel admit his guilt. He admitted
pulling the trigger on, Maurer and
Bohrer, but said “that it was either them
or me.”

As I had surmised earlier in the case,
the name Ward Gillam was tied in with
Walter Gimbel’s past. It was his grand-
father’s name. Meanwhile a ballistics test
of the gun found in Gimbel’s room
proved it to be the murder weapon.

Gimbel was indicted on two counts
of first degree murder. He went on trial
on Tuesday, March 4, in the Essex

County Courthouse before Judge Walter

Van Riper and was found guilty of first
degree murder four days later. He was
electrocuted in State’s Prison, Trenton,
on Decémber 29, 1930.

(The name Lee Winters is fictitious to protect the
identity of a person innocently involved in the in-
vestigation.— The Editor.)

CRUSADERS
IN GRAY

{Continued from page 9]

had to use their guns. I knew those men
well enough to realize that if guns were
brought into play, Pasco would be a dead
one for sure.

Within a few hours after the shooting
of Eldridge, there were a dozen troopers
in the vicinity. Corporal Dan Fox, later to
become a captain, was in command at
the scene with Captain Dutton and my-
self directing the general plan from Troop
headquarters at Albany.

At dawn the following day, our men
picked up Pasco’s trail with the aid of
bloodhounds and followed it to the fast-
ness of Huckleberry Mountain. We knew
the fellow had been hit by Herrick, be-
cause the trackers found several places
in the wilderness where he had stopped
to rest and dress his wound. He had dis-
carded pieces of clothing used to staunch
the flow of blood. But in the vicinity of
Garnet Lake, the dogs lost the trail.

Pasco now was in a vast wilderness of
which he knew every inch. I realized that
if we were to capture him, it would have
to be a waiting game, watching his
haunts, sending men into the woods to
search out his hiding places, and hoping
that his wound was bad enough that
eventually he would be driven out to seek
medical aid.

Corporal Fox now set out alone to in-
vestigate stories we had been hearing
to the effect that the mountain folk in the
territory were helping Pasco by giving
him food, shelter and dressings for his
wound. Many of these mountain people
didn’t like Pasco, in fact they feared him.
But they were resentful of the troopgrs
and not only refused to assist us, but ac-
tually did help old Sam. So we had found
it next to impossible to obtain any valu-
able information regarding the where-
abouts of our quarry.

Two days later fox returned. He had
not seen Pasco, but he had discovered
several mountain families were sending
mysterious parcels into the woods. Those
people seemed to sense the presence of a
trooper. Whenever Fox was near, there
was no activity, but when he retired to
a safe distance to watch through glasses,
he could see one of the children disappear
into the woods. But search as he might,
he could not find out where they went.

\

He was certain, nevertheless, that Pasco
was hiding in the vicinity.

“Good,” I told him. “Get some men
and go back. Keep on the trail and we'll
flush him eventually.” :

Forty-eight hours later, Fox was back.

“We have him spotted,” he said. “I be-
came suspicious of a mountain farmer and
watched his place. From the distance I
saw a fellow whom I believed to be Pasco
come to his cabin. After he left I went
down there and questioned the farmer.
He is frightened to death and asked me
not to mention his name. He says Pasco
comes to his house every day and forces
him to help dress a bad wound. When he
leaves, Sam tells him that if he double-
crosses him and tells the police he will
kill him as he did Eldridge. He has agreed
to help us arrest him.”

Corporal Fox explained we would have
to work fast as Pasco’s wound would be
improved enough in another day or so
for him to move on and lose himself in
the wilderness. ‘If he got away, with
spring and summer approaching, it might
be the following winter before we could
catch up with him. Again we might never
get him,

We made our plans then to trap Pasco
the following night when he came down
to the farmer’s cabin. We sent a picked
group of troopers and a couple of Sheriff
Hal Baker’s deputies to surround the
place. When darkness closed in they took
their places. It was ticklish business but
we had laid our plans well.

OX had arranged with the farmer who

lived in the cabin to give a signal—a
lamp was to be placed in a window after
Pasco entered—and then our men were
to close in.

Our troopers were to wait, after Pasco
entered the cabin until he emerged, then
to arrest him. If he surrendered quietly
they were to bring him in without harm.
Tf he resisted, they were to use their guns
... and they knew my standing order
about that.

There was a bright moon casting its
reflection over the snow as we waited.
Captain Dutton was ready with the men,
waiting for the signal, about 200 yards
from the shack. Then, silhouetted, by its
light, we saw a girl place a lamp in the
window. Immediately we knew Pasco
was there. Silently, swiftly, we moved into
our prearranged positions.

It was not long before the cabin door
opened. Pasco stood there,.a giant in size,
his rifle in his hand ready for instant use.
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2 Martin entered the fail door at 10:25 A
“minute and a half brought him under the
“beam. Two seconds were occupied in
¢ snapping the noose to the hanging rope
“aud fastening his legs. “Colonel Davis
tightouoed the rpps ou the murdurer's nock,
“goad ins moment the body darted Into thy
‘nir—fell—hung still. Suddenly ‘hia left
* hand strained up to his threat and tried to
‘tear the rope away, Then tt stiffened
somewhat and sunk gradually back to his
ide In five minutes the shoulders heaved

twitohing motion, from the sides. Fur u
“few momenta there were sight motions of
the night and left arma alteuroately, and at
0:40. he\.was declared. dead, At 10:45 the

ek a whi
© Was

“plavatiou.. He was then asked if be did
oo Mut uoderstaud ‘his position, He looked
“ waosptly about the. .roon fur a minute aud
then wandered ‘off tuto a lung disoourse
about his invention. When Mr, Kallach
repeated his question Graves complained
«that he had not elppt, the nicht before nor
-for several nights and could not be ex-
pected to feel well... Perbaps when night
‘game ugain he woud feel better and sleep
»detter. After saying that, he began to
“talk about his perpetual-motion machine,
“and told: Mr. Kalisch that next week he
* would ro to Washington and sell it to the
~ Navy Department. hether he was simu-
5 lating or wus really orazed could not be
%;,.told, but hu would uot givy avy attention
“= to h'a fate, | ai oe ;
- At 10:57 ‘o'clock Sheriff Wright, the
S Qoader Saerlff, two deputies and tho ox-
+: -goutioner went to Graves’s room, aud the
“death warrant was read to him, . All
“'through the reading he kept up - his
-> monotonous orles and ouly whiued a little
“VQouder when hia arme wore bound and the
<“Oap was pl:o-d ou his head, penty
38herif® Benedict and Executioner Ven
~S) Hise theo grasped him firmly by the arma
Sand fairly carri-d bim across the room aud
‘‘dowao stairs. Wvar made him unable to
ts he entered the corridor he.
‘ voloa end his. cries became
; louder, and he did pot look sbout him or
seom tu know what was to be done. The
‘ progress to the gallows was necessarily
‘glow, but the moment {it was reached the
» old man orted louder still and refused to
‘move. He had to be dragged up the gal-
” lows stepa, when it was the work of a few
*-geoonds to connect the noose and rope, put
Huks on his fert and draw the cap down
‘over his white face. | Ania! :

Then he etood quietly. under the crovs-
beam, and hislow moana could be beard
‘through the cap of death, He raised his
“woloy ty shout, but there was the sound of
BVAXKE Cutting A rope, the welghta fell and
the ehout died away ip 8 purelegin the
murderer's throat. The y warahot tu-
“to the aie with such power that<tiiphes!
, struck the beam. with great foros, Ti @
; turned in falling, and then: hung
wlth the back to the spectators. Tha
: breast rose and fell and the aris strained
“on the strans, This occurred within a fow
“minutes of the drop, and then the figur,
glad only in white shirt, blaok trousers
and slippers, buag motionless, The welghts
fell at 11 04, and at 11.08 Graves was dead.
:Teo mioutes afterwards the body was
taken dowu and lald aside, preparatory. to
removed to thy undertaker'’s e6-
Yt tablfabment for the autopsy. Bs tes
is MARTIN'S FAREWELL ADDRESS

“There executions leave the Newark jail
without any. inmates looking forward to
“Oapital. puuishment, Gustav sehoeider,
the Jad who shot his brother recently, will
Sonly be tried for oav of the lowor dezreew
‘of mausiaughter, After the executions
the following farewell address from Martin
“to his friends was given to the. public by
the Sherif. so 6 ty, wri nhs
lost’ hour on -earth, I have

STE mot. 1t Was. aw uneroneoiods involuntary
not, in 8 dl-esded oonditon of body, and,
under-the juflumoe of medioive, « -very
nount. of ‘drink did with mu
teat. amount could not pave

e

Tore the: erucity during

af ws wey Pay 4
Sock SAL etd Var

arte

. ay rent ch

<anud the hands were rulsed elightly, with wu}

QULIGUIG.
— NOIHE CREAT SKIN CURES

oo

A’ Positive Cure for Kvery Form of
Skin -and Blood Disease, from.
fo Pimples to Serofala, 4

sp ROCSANDS OF LETTERS tn our possession
repeat this story: | baye beeo a terrible. auf-
ferge for years with Blood and skin Humorg;
ha¥® been obiiwed to shun public placea by ron
soa of my distiguriog humors; bave had tho beat
pbysiclang; have spent hundreds of doliars and
got no rea) relief unui T used tho Coricona Ke-
SOLVENT, tha new Klood Purifier, internally, and
CUTICURA and CUTICUKA SOAP, the Great skin
Curea: and skina Beautitlers, externally, which
have cured me and itft my skin and: blood as
pureasaobild’s, | 6. Pan tay rN

ne 4 . reas orton
ooo ALMOST INCREDIBLE, ">>
’. James kK. Michardsonm, VUustum House,
New Oricans, on oath saya: In 1870 sorsfolous
Uloers broke out on my body until | was a tongs
of vorruptiun. Kverytbing known to the med-
ical faculty was triod in vain. I became » mere
wrock. At times sould not lift my hands to my
head, could vot‘tura in bed; was ju constant
Pain, und Juoked upon iife xa n ourse, No relief
orcure in: ten years. In 1880 [ heard of the
OUTICUBA ReMBDIeS, Used them and was per-
fectly cured,

_ Sworn to before U. 8. Com, J. D. CRAWFORD,

2s o STILL MORE 80,2
«WI MeDonald, 2:2 Dearborn street, Mhi-
boy ia aratefully acknowledgeaacure of Eczema.
or Salt Rheum, on boad, uvck, face, artns and
logs for seventeen years; not ablo to move, ex-
cept on hands aod knoes, for one year: not able
to help myself for eight years; triod hundrods
of remedivs; doctors pronounced hia cada hope-
oan permancnotly cured by the Curicuna Kew

be

-—s<. MORE WONDERFUL YET,

Wi. W. Oarpenter, Henderson, N. Y. cured
Of Prurtasiaor Leprosy, of twenty yoars’ atand.
fog, by CUTICURA Kamappvias, The most wonder.
ful gure un record, A duatpanful of scainn fell
from him dally. Physicians and his frienda
thought he tnuat dle. Cure sworu to hefore a

ustios of the peace and +rcnderson'’s Most prom.

nent ultizens., .:
DON’T WAIT.

Write to us fcr these teatimoniala in full or
send direct to tho parties. Allare abeulutely
true and given without our koowlepay or soillal-
tation, mnt walt. Now fa the time to cure
overy apecies of liching, Scaly, Pimply, Sorofu-
laus, Inherited, Contagioas and Copper-oolored
es of the Miood, Akin and Bvwlp with Lose
v alr,

Mold by all drugeiata, Price; Coriccna, & cts:
Rasovvant, $l, Oap, 2% ota: Porran DKvG AyD
CrgM10AL Co., Boston, Maas. Gave

Yor Rougb,Chap and

BE, UT Y oi Skin, Hlackhcads,

aud Skin Glewiabes, use CUTICUKA Roep, _

Meroury haa uced tore misery and made
More cripples than war, pestilence and famine
oombtined, 13 yes have any blood diseases or
okin humor ft {fs your duty to yourself and =
trity to take the only vegttablo cure, which 1 is
Swift's ~pecifis. .

Hwift'a Bpocific has relieved mo of Malarial
Rloo ( Potaon atter I port oontined to tha
hovves Cor five months and had been Soeed with
ae vem. meen ee — polsonoug drugs
ub was in despair, t's Bpvcifio is th
remedy for this kind of blood poison. . - “3
O. M, OLAKK, Aor, 8OuTHRRN Lirs Ins, Co. °°?

‘Aula
vor apres," &

T have been cringe tor @ month or two
hounchold, Swift's Speoifio (4. 8. B.), the
portion of it nny been consumed by the
tumale portion of my family, and with the ba
Plest reaulta. It acted like a charm on my wi
who had been {1 bed health for a lonw time, om
for whom I have paid hundreds of dollars for
doctom and medicines, It began to build her up
trom tho first dose, Another female member of
wy family took tt with equally satia(actory re-
sulta, It is certainly the best tovio for delten
Indw@ that { have over used, and I bave trie
them ali, Tbave no doubt the want of exercise,
close vonfinement in poorly ventilated houses,
ower gas poleon and umialurial poleon often
duce sickoese ainova our wives, daughters and
eistors, and I believe Swift's Specito is the rem.
ody for all this sort of blood ning,

. © FL, JONKS, J.P. Quitman, Ga.

; ) SREsTMENT OF CANCEM, ‘
_ For twenty years I

ett

in my
ter

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fst

& Quee-

tuke for the good 1 bave axpertenced with
Swift's to, Ttellove it will force ou
puison and cure me. . “i vee

Vrs, We Re ROBIGON, Davisboro, Ga,

“ute .
« Our treatise on 1
Sootene a Mloed end Gk 0 Diseas: s mafied

~.ce THE SWIFT BPRCTFIC COMPANY, * :
ener iees ,.,, Drawer & Atlanta, Ga

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B.D. TARLETON, GPO LJIONGAN, 4. D. TARLETON.
a hy RLUTON, JORDAN & TARL ETON,
Land Lawyers and Real fetate Agents, Hillis
toro, Tex, Have a compiled abstract of alle r-
voys in Hill County, compliqi from the General
land Othce at Auatin, «nd tho records of Hob-
ortson, Navarroand Hill Cqunties, Special at-
tention given to buying andjeelling lands, per-
fecting titles, rendering lang for non-residents,
trodeetaing lands trom tax elu’, writing devda,
and to land tivation, Abstiucts of titte to any
survey of land or town Jot Htli County fur-
nished on short notice, ° hertz ‘

HE NEW YORK ANO TRXAS LAND
AND SKCURITIES DYPDICATE bave ox
tiblished a bureau at 340 Jassau streot, New
York, where Texas Lanla and Securities
sre, attended ‘to and] newotiated They
have agents in our Eadvro and Wostero
States, in each: county Texas, and in
Rurope, to sell jlands at good prices, We invite
svokers for and sellers of T'ojas Lands ur Seouri-
Les to call op or addres, es
.  JéM. JONES|Vice-President, ~~.

H. M. TRUEHRART, President, _- -
Galveston. |. 130 Neshu st., New York. .

”_

_.. (Buccessors to Margaret Haughery & Co.),
og MANUPAOTORES OF 220i
Biscuits, Cracker, |»

Ne cee
See
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0s Maccarpnl, <0)
oes o  Vermlcelli, Ete,
NOB. 16 AND 78 8, PRTFRS STRABT, ”
= NEW ORLE as

JAPHET

OORNBR MAIN AND COMM
“  MOUSTON, TEXAg: 4h:
WHOLESALE LIQUORS AND CIGARN.
‘MPORTED AND DOMIBTIC WINES,
0) BOLB AGENTS POR 2.)
SCHLITZ BOTTLYD BEER,
Bottled by Voechting/Shape & Co.

“3 >" Milwaukee
{1884 DIARIES 1884
-‘s SCHOOL BOOKS, LISERATURR, aye

nel

RLANK BooKs Ann STATIONERY
feeb mrgys Hay melt, prchday Cards an
na, es, Hymn Yee and’
School Supplies. Address aders Ha . ener
.) vo W. J. ABNOOCK, Jr.
ak ty Ppt , Houaton, Tex.

W. Ly MOODY: & CO,
yi COTTON F RS.” af

tet Yom ey eae np Pot. LESS che
COMMISSION MERCHANTS, -

GALVESTON, . oo SKA,
wl reondblapartiondeanunts aupments and

eee “8 et ad,
Houston Direct. favigation Go,
Slog RTS LINB OF GEE owe
.:TUQS AND BARGES *}::
a “/ Wl recetve and promptly, .:

ALL FREIGAT FDR HOUSTON

" 2.) dnd all poiny on the |.

HOUSTON AND TRKAA © RAL,

 SBXAS AND PAQGFI ee

ra i Osu LEBANS

claims for ines or promptly ad

A 1g com while

pay vinlhgosed 7 lan cme
a. 0e8so8.,

: prak LUSK Preeidedt, i>:

VM A EE Re NO Siberia tends
“it. FOR 8/ es

Marcos = Htiver, at Lolicr, Pores: ten’
yard: power consists: cf rixty-eix-inob

wheel, running two cigh®-saw gins, mill
and clievatom machinery pil nearly new; jixty-
horse power easily seou " and water su NES

¢ |} be infowed from

‘Jand propel

Af pro}
00
toa

‘| on sald

bayou, Owned by the city, one
nary expense and. repair of ker
used Gy anid company in order
the expense of Jighiing the mar
bok bo te voustraed ty Include
rubstitution of apy beidye In
struction of satne, payment te
sentation of duly certified vou
sixth. Theat the using of an
Houston by eald street railway
the pussye of this ordinance
urs NG purposes spovitied i
shall be decuted an acceptar
tLereln insde, and an succepta:
and conditions herein impused
rant la to be used apd cnjoy ed
‘That eufld railway company sba
this grant of right of way with
the passage of this ordinauce,
Seventh, Pitt said etrent rail
pPiying fithfully with the tori
Iinposwd by thie ordinance, sod
the cherior of the city ot Hou
by the City Council, shall bavi
rights, powers end priviieges bi
o nterred for aterm of thirty
after the pa@age of this ordina
Eighth. ‘Tuat all ordinances b
coniiicting with the provisions
be aod the same are hereby rep.
ordinance take effect and in
after its presage, .
Pased Nuvember &, 1883.

Aticet: W. R.

‘|: Jonw KeicnM ax, Secretary 2

‘AN ONROINAN®SE TO
LM. ordinance yrantivue the rig
Houston City Street Hallway
November 5, 1883...

ibe it ordained by the Mayor,. /
babltants of the city of Hove
Section 1. That sald company
of the right to oocupy the
street granted fo sald ordinane
from the pasrage of thia ord
acquirv or copwruct four o
track 09 other atreeta within ty
tuasagaoft this ordinance, and
ously tdor during every vorio
the dumtion of this wrant the

pacguisiton of additional track |

mile foreach period of five yo:
Section 2. That this ordinanc
and efter ita

December 3, 1883. {WR
Attest: 5 Sean
“Jon KRICHMAZ, Becretary 5

copy lef Mesolutions F
* City Couachli of the Cit;
- om Nonday, Septembe:
“Amdadeé Monday, ct:
Ne it teenlved by the Mone
Inhabitants of the City of Mo
assembed: Ss
Bection 1. That the sidewa)’
of the brreinafver named strv

i up, curted and paved in the:
"i {tho matetals hereinafter dealg

walks soto be improved shal
two clases, via: Class“ 4” an
Section 3 tiasa“ A” shall ¢
walks onboth sides of Main at
merce to Beil, also Travis, Mi
Jacinto and Caroline streets
ft Texas Avenue;
t tol and

Milam stwet to East Broadway
two-thirds the width of the aid
from the inner fence ltne,
Chenever street, and Preston ¢
Bridge toita junction with W;
Said sidewalks ball be paved w
folowing: named materials: Ar
laid eitborin sand or in a bed of
¥ grounded; ooncre
land coment, mixed with other
Or with UB Or stone laid in a

coment, aid tho curbing aroun:

be made ef the best hard brick

walks on
Bell and owen streets, Tr
Texas avenue to MoGowen atre
in, Sen Jacinto and Carolin
‘exas avenuc to Calboun stre
Walker and MoKinney streets:
Caroline street ys

Fifth street to White

plank laid on sleepers, 4x4 inode
where sidewalks of eitber class
the o tion of those resoiutio
popain end provides, furcben 4
> £0 er,
frenting on eidewaiks.
be allowed to ) pavo their oi
vided for ivoclass ”
Section 4. Thirty time fr
the passing of this revolution s
porty-helders along the stre
mply beruwith, provided that
ble but one character of pa
on any one bicok are,
e '

used

docided by A majority | Ce

seenieta
spec

fron
dere to aclect

ot ete apt
thirty dae fr
the yor @

th
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“POST,;*WEDN

f 4 the sin P Pos PRO IIT A m1 STN Ss

os : pee MBS SN + ors = + “o D)

ae Dna, Trusting OW ey D ? Hebe of
FF-AND| meritel. hope for: ern iis .

Dr. ; Pe po eo t
| deal of physical evidence in support of his
theory: that: Graves. waa: insane. ). Other

WEDS $44

best

e, When th

least corridor 0 dyin ;

‘moroing, says; rt f fand Kb: ot Gravev's brain ra fed
An: of the spinal cord

ga’

a ;

‘ble and make w lunatio’ Fairmount: Oonetery:: rae Ae

pe death. 8 iPe mado, lastnight,” The property, amount. |.
stly in the morol jng’.to several’, thousand: dollars, and the},
m iat | bousein which the murder was committed,
were bequeathed to hia four sons, ¥
<THE CRIMES OF THE TWO: MEN. al
On+thei. night; of June 15, 1881, Robert | +. :
Mertin’ went home’ drunk ‘and asaulted| 7~...1-
bis wife, as he had often done before, The | 4".

1 Engineer, od:
Tbat eaid railw

id dpgh

ences me
Soe Vier

ree

| over its
streeta thorous

mother went up staire aud took their babe | und may herea
in° her’ arms, and weat Gown. Aa she z ; the
reaohed the foot of .the: stairway the hua- 3 Osean pave or others
band fired a pistol, the ball pening orang oer ruperiy prea Soe! ay
the .head of: the: ohild, as: it Jay. in the CY i & pe Bec tee i
mother’s arms,;and. into the’: mother’s F i improvements

‘ * tee! te
heart... Martin; was;at once arrested and axtfiolal utres and | road now owne
spent ‘8 night of horrible torture in jail, | experience. "A: canst re. practic ne sd as well as thoe

a : but does not seem. to. have known that he | wy orice, 05 street, rites tie [sald company,
ari presentable condition, Martin pald 50} had killed bis wife and child until he was |. dvs . EDWARD N. FIELDING, Dentist... | and maintainer
“cents for this fmm) luxury,and as the barber | told by his counsel. Very stoug inflieuces | nme r rape

“went yuta the Warden's office “he made a
>: demand for $1 for shaving Graves. Colonel
ohnson, the Warden, dem what
¢he desined an. extortion, . but: the. barber
was firm, pocketed his fee and smiled when
? Colonvl Jobnson told him he ought to be
? Kloked fnto the street. olf Peto Ok se
+28. Martin wae smoking when ‘the Rev, Mr.
* Goodwia. and Rev. Mr, .Wood,. of’ the
’Protestant . Episcopal Churebd, : arrived.
He was gradually growing nervous, aud 3

were brourht . to. bear. in-his favor, but
without avail.) oo hoot en Sea D
.. James B. Graves was 8 man who wa3not

mentally well: balavoed. .The boys of the
neighborhood ; made wu guy of him, and
hooted him on ‘the: streets. Young Eddie
Soden was the leader; he: was 17 ywars old
and employed as lamplizhter. .On the
night of December 20, 1881, the old man
followed ‘the boy over his route, bavin

frequently th ned to shoot him, ‘and

= dose of valerian was administered to steady | killed him at the top of the ladder while} | .*, Soeed Ad

-“‘him. The prayers ocoupled three-quarters} he was lighting a lamp at the corner of} ‘T done and imprc
fan hour, aud at. 10:15 Sheriff Wright, | Market and Lawrenoe atrevts, at 7 o’clook | 0 ), MAIN pray be herea

“Under Sheriff Davis, Deputy Sherif! Lang }iuthe evening, one of the most densely} 1): 5 company, upor

Houston, andt
sald street rul!
-ped by the off
lawa, and other
ble the said str
ly carry out the
shall be the du!
repairs are nec
when the work
ed, to notify th

thronged crossings in the city. Graves bas

aad Beccutivuer Yao Hise wont alter, tay
‘trrat viotion. SEAN aie fone tee a eae

«. Io the room the death warrant was read
‘and: the moment’ it. was concluded the
“executioner strapped Martin's arms bebind
“bis Dac above the elbows, put the thin
’- gord round his neck and placed the hood
on his bead. It did not. fit comfortably
nd he asked’ that if be readjusted. This
‘wae dove and Sheriff Wright and Under
Sheriff. Davis neges the walk to the gal-
‘lows, © Martin. followed, with Rev. Mr.
Goodwin on his left and the. bang wan on
his right.: Behind him walked Rev. Mr.
“ Wood and Deputy Sheriff Lang. As the
rovvesion star it was noticed that
-Murtin walked with aa firm a tread as any
oue abvut.bim,‘and from.the moment that
he began to march to the gullows, through
the open air, past the prople in the office,
tic through the troo gute into the. corridor
“eo with the gallows {mmediately before him
; ? and siralght to thogallows, henever raised

two brothers—oue worth ,000 and one hs setts
nearly as rich. One is in New York, the} © CR

other in San Francisco, They have put up
for his defense, but wouldo’t have their
names used in connection with It. cht

: es: {Famous New Orleans House.

8. 'H.- Puxw,~ Anocosta,- D0; writes tk puetighy mmaiiees Taw ta «cba eae te
“ Mywelf and two sons were entirel ple ; LOWEST PRICES AxD EASIEST TERMS. > Fintendent of aa ;
of chills and fever last spring with Pro- PRES RT AE EHO z necessary, Or ar
|
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harer tad an attack ane Woy toerefore | RR oh Duta Se iat oe are |e te oe
cheerfully recommend them to all who] Organs ot CLOUGH nay eae eg | pebaire to, be

may be suffering with that dreadful dis-|KELODBET & CO..-Direct {
ease, or malaria in any form.” : For sale | kinds of 0° s04.% Y wceeinivty " ere compliant and }
the officer so no

by Mason & Seguinand M: ID. Conklin & a Nea ak cheba ouch ae ay
cians eae =P) MUSICAL INSTRUMENTS, fesse

onets and a er, r eG: a a PD tie neneal of tha
Leonards, grandson of the wibant Chan-| .STBINGS, SHEET MUSIC, ETC. Sestvante wher:
vellor, have recently helped to swell the : yg 8k oT " .? foonatructing a

Het of bankrupts in England. papel i

tution of tut fo

“All articles nre fully warranted as represented.
-BECOND-HAND INSTh MENTS alwaya on

, j hand and offered as Rig Bargains.”
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«Rey. Mr. Wood took up the prayers and
c goutinued until everything».was - over,
ccc Martin entered the jall doorat 1025. A
2) intnute and # half breught him under the
“beam. ‘Two seconds wereoccupled jn
*o"enapplog the noose to: the hanging rope
ote oo gnd frotening his legs, Colonel Davis
26.6 +. tightosed the rope ov the murderer's neck,
of and ina moment the body darted Into thu
tir-—fell—huog still, «Suddenly ‘hla left
hand strained up to his threat and tried to
stear the rope uwny., Then it stiffoned
somewhat and sunk gradually back to his
»-@lde. In five minutes the shoulders henved
‘ogud the hauds were ruised elightly, with ur
twitching tnotion, from the sider, For ou
“few momenta there were slight motions of
«the right and left aring altvrontoly, und at
10:40 he, was declared dead, At 10:45 th»
be body was lowormd, the novse slipped from
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feal faculty was tried in vain. [became a more be aud the saine

wreck. At thmes gould not lift my hands to iny

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ordinance take

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effect tn overcoming his pervousness, He} pata, und looked upon iife aan awe sent ae BERNARD KLOTS, 0) |] | P,ALJOYOR, | Hised Neon
was whining liken baby expecting a whip-|Orcure io tea years. In 18k [ heard of the ’ ' anes Soe Weep: Attoets

ing. ~~ ce GTN told him that he was to ef pl pena, usod them and was per. He JOnN Keer,
gra fate, won eat BERNARDKLOTZ & 00.1 <w oxo
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({5on. This is what I have Zot to say; !
“| ™my last words. to you. Heaven is my
'{.home and I want you all to meet me:
; there. Say, dear brothers, I did not
| §et justice at My trial, but it is ant
right. God will help them'all. J wrote
{this to all the churches of God.. Tell
{It to all that whiskey ig bad: do not
{arink it, But look to God ‘and die
Iright. God is a just God. You all can
take my life, but you cannot take my
80ul, God Will take care of that, so
you all had better get right with God,
I say buod-bye, ‘
“GRIFFIN JAMES JOHNSON,”

| Three seperate Jurles of 36 men ‘wit-
nessed the executions and the death
house wag crowded. Some of the men.
had to stand. _

cn.. Johneon} him the day before, attacked him with

lergynmian an iron pestle, The victim was found |:

éd across there and the following day died in the!

Was given. the same. Long Branch hospital. Sperks ran |.
kc eee ee ‘away, but was Caught later at. his.
last to. die. He' ee in. Freehold, Green fled to Leng
Zed around the stand, but W&aS 800n captured there
urious specter. i'The negroes admitted having killed
Pped in. the Ely and robbing him of $27, 4?
his*face. was |: Johnson wag living with: Mrs. Laura
the deputies: ; Smith in Cinnaminson township, Bur-
you hurt me." Hington County, He got into an argu-

| tenn with & razor, ;
| irty-elzht murderers havo go far
-been put to Ceath in the electric. chair
here, . :

Whit», pastor of the Shiloh: Baptist }

church, thig clty, was hig spiritual ad-

Viser, — he og a
|, FRe bodies of Gréen and Sparks were
 teken™ to Cranbury. this, morning for |.
{burial Johnson. has relatives in Waco,
jTex.,, byt they never answered his ‘let-
térs. Hey ye) be buried in the prison
cemétery on Cedar lane : if
. Yesterds

jing letter ana asked Principal ‘Keeper
Madden to herve. it published in the

Trenton newspapers:


Keo Cavk KeisTaRT

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ponies

| cnaries A. Ely of Freehold Assaulted

fa il si —_——— eto 2

and Robbed by Two Colored Men.

Charles A. Ely of Freehold was as-
saulted and robbed by, two colo
men last Wednesday. ly was found
lying in a of blood in a barn.)

e had been struck on the head by an
iron bar and sustained a fracte
skull. He was taken to the Lon
Branch hospital and died shortly af-
terward. Ely said he was robbed by
George Green, & colored man. _ Rich-
ard Spark, Green’s - brother-in-law,
who was with him at the time of the
‘robbery, Was arrested ednesday
night. Green could not be found and
detectives have been placed on

itrail, Ely was & fish dealer and by
‘careful living had acquired property

and some money.

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JanuUuaLry me 1915

~ FREEHOLD MAN IN |
DYING CONDITION. |

Charles A. Ely, Well .To Do,
Found Senseless With Frac-
tured Skull, Says “George _
Dig It and Stole My —
a3 ' | a Money,”

' FREEHOLD, Sept. 10—Charles A.
Hiy, a well to do fish dealer of Wayne
H avenue, Freehold, is in a dying condl-
_ ton in the Long Branch ‘hospital with
a fractured skull; Richard Sparks, a
‘negro, is in jail here as a material wit-
mess and:George Green, anothér negro,
4a a .tugitive. pursued by County Detec-

PARK, Nu Ju

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tives Smith and McCormick and a
wcore of _deputies © and constables,
charged :with agsaylt and robbery.

Kly waa fouhd unconscious in a barn
neat his“home late . yesterday after-
noon.’ Beside him lay.an iron bar with
a heavy ‘dall:at one end. The police
ordered his removal to the hospital. He
regained ~.consciougness for & moment
and managed to gasp, “George did it
and \topk'*my money.”

This statement, coupled with the fact

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ae mug? e | that George Green and the other negro,
ALD Sparka, had been seen in the vicinity
Ted of the barn just befote the discovery
Ene ‘of Edy, brought Green under suspicion,
{ oy <q | A acarth was made for the two men,
| [Be but they’ were nowhere to be found.
re a, vu | The agent at the raitroad station later
: \! EBAY telephoned the police that the two men
i “tL were about the platform apparently
a ; i= . waiting “for a train and the police
. a started to get them. On their approach
oc the negros bolted and. disappeared intc

the woods.

_____... Later-Bparks-was found.at-his home
q He denied that he had any knowledg:

of an assault on Ely. He sald he anc
Green had started for Amityville, L. I.
to get Gréen’s sister, who is Sparke
wife, but hearing the station agent cal
the police on the telephone and seein;
the approach of the officers, he becam
frightened and ran away.

The county detectives and thei
aides wedzched the woods around Free
hold all ight without finding any trac
of Green. ‘The hospital authorities tc
day reported Ely ina serious conditio:
put declined to say whether he had er
chance ‘or recovery. .

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Negroes Killed Charles A. Ely
at Freehold In September.
Third Murderer Meets
same Fate.

TRENTON, Jan: 6.—For..the first
time in the history.of the state, three
murderers were lastnight put ta,death
in the electric chalr-at the New Jersey
state prison, All were negroes and two
were implicated in the same crime.-.

Two of the slayers asked to be blind-
folded before they started on their
march of death, while the third, who
was only ayboy of little more than 17

‘years of age, said he wanted to see up
‘until the last minute.. He walked to

the chair .with .« ‘more spunk than the

other two-muréerers. -

The ‘three.glayers—were:killed_in:- just
22 minutes. The first one entered the
death chamber at 8.10 d’clo¢k-and: the!
last one we:: pronounced dead’ at 38.32
o'clock. Electricilan+ Currle officiated.
The victims were George Green and his
brother-in-law, Richard Sparks, a boy
of Frechold, and Griffin James John-;
son of Burlington county. +,

Green and Sparks killed Charles Ely,
a2 Freeholl fish dealer, aftéer-- robbing
him -in the rear of his hume. Johnson:
cut the throat of a: woman, with whom
he lived.

The murderers‘ all seemcd perfectly
satisfied ta meet their fate and spent
the greater part of the afternoon in
singing hymns with their different
spiritual advisers. They continued
singing up until a short time before
they started on the death march,

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HEN James “Killer”

"ENNSYLVANIA

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MTR Terie Se

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, By
HUBERT DAIL

The Story Thus Far:

midtown Manhattan

several detec-
him and his mob

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116
crazy. Most gangsters avoid shooting
policemen at all. costs, forthe “penalty
for killing an officer of the law is usually
sure and swift. sent aD

The many sleuths whom Lyons assigned
to watch the: Killer and his mob, had
managed to‘unearth several hideouts the
gang chief frequently visited, sometimes
in company with the red-haired girl. Now
the Captain sent for Detective Cronin,
who had been brought up on the West
Side and who knew Cuniffe by sight. The
detective was given orders to hunt out
the mobster, and as many of his men-as'he
could round up, and to bring them in.

Des G the remainder of that night,
Cronin, Lawless and Manny, working
under cover, tried desperately to locate
Cuniffe and his gang. Knowing that the
leader felt more at home.on the West
Side where he had been raised, they
sought him relentlessly in all known un-
derworld hideaways in that district. . The
first streak of dawn was visible when,
suddenly, one of the detectives spotted
five men walking toward the 42nd Street
entrance to the Ninth Avenue Elevated.
They weren’t walking together, but were
straggling along behind a bow-legged man
as though they didn’t know one another.

The officers melted into the shadows of
néar-by doorways and waited. Cronin’s
sharp eyes fixed themselves on the tall
figure a few feet ahead of the others.
As the men began mounting the stairs,
the detective signaled to his associates.
Manny joined him while Lawless changed
to a position from which he could watch
both entrances to the Elevated on that

side of the street, in case the ‘mobsters .

tried to escape that way.

“We'll let them get upstairs on the plat-
form,” whispered Cronin. “Then they
can’t possibly escape.”

Manny nodded. Both officers kept their
hands on their service revolvers in their
coat pockets. The men théy were pur-

True Detective Mysteries

‘suing had disappeared up the stairs, At

that early hour in the morning the sta-
tion was deserted. The faces of both
detectives wore grim expressions; the
sleuths knew that they were two against
five, and those five the most vicious gang-
sters in the city, who would as soon shoot
an officer as any onc else.

As Cronin’s head appeared over the
top step, Cuniffe was standing at the
change window. Two of his henchmen
had already gone through the turnstile,
and the others were waiting for nickels.
Manny stood close to his comrade. Cronin
didn’t believe the gangsters had noticed
them. The Killer seemed intent on count-
ing his change. But as he slowly picked
it up with his left hand, his right, on
the side away from the detectives, was
moving stealthily toward his hip pocket.
Out of the corner of his mouth, he said
something to the change clerk which the
sleuths couldn’t hear.

Cronin wondered why Cuniffe didn’t go
out onto the platform. Tired of wait-
ing, the detective pulled his gun,. whisper-
ing to Manny as they took the last few
steps to the landing:

“Come on! This is the kill!”

As Cronin and Manny gained the top
step, Cuniffe was still counting his money
at the change window. Apparently he
hadn’t seen the détectives. His hench-
men, however, were going through the
turnstile to the train platform as rapidly
as they: could push in their nickels.
Cronin whispered:

“Head them off so they can’t board a
train!”

Drawing his gun, Manny slipped
through an exit gate after the four men.
He ignored the shout of a station guard
and. strode forward.

When Cronin approached Cuniffe, he
saw that the leader’s right hand was out
of sight. Leveling his own gun, he
ordered :

“Stick ’em up, Cuniffe!”

Behind the small change window, the
clerk was speaking excitedly into a tele-
phone. He stared wide-eyed at the de-
tective, dropped the phone and put up
his own hands,

“What'd I tell ya?” said Cuniffe to
the clerk, making no move to obey Cro-
nin’s command.

Thrusting his revolver against the
Killer’s ribs, the detective snapped:

“Get ’em up, I said!”

For the first time, the gangster turned
to look at him. He stood there leaning
against the turnstile, regarding the officer
coolly with an amused expression. His
body was relaxed but the eyes were wary.
Slowly he raised his hands. An elevated
guard came running up:

“Take your gun off that man!” he
shouted to Cronin.

The change clerk yelled back: “The
police’ll be here in a moment, Jake. This
fellow warned me there was going to be
a holdup, and I phoned them.”

Cronin’s tone was tense with rage.

“Don’t be saps!” he said, pulling his
coat aside to show his badge. \“We’re the
police arresting these gangsters.”

“Don’t let him fool you,” Cuniffe warned
the man. “Anybody can get one of those
shields.”

Cronin realized his surest way of hand-
‘ling the situation was to wait for ‘the
officers to identify him; he didn’t want
to risk losing his prisoners in a fight, On
the platform, Manny had backed the four
mobsters against a wall and stood guarding
them. As a train thundered down the track,
both sleuths gripped their guns tighter,

Will the gangsters make a bolt for
the incoming train? Or, if they remain,
will the summoned police recognize and
aid the now helpless detectives? Be sure
to read the second installment of this
dramatic story. It will appear in the
March TRUE DETECTIVE, on sale at all
news stands, February 3rd.

Saga of the Indian Tracker

“It isn’t like a Navajo to take a dead
man’s shoes,” he declared; something I
too was growing puzzled about. “They
would be of no use to him. A Navajo
would never wear them. I will know their
marks if I ever see them again, and also
the marks of the shoes worn by the man
who dragged the body into the arroyo.”

Then it was, that furnished with the
approximate time. Pugh died, John Daw
figured out that the deceased had been
standing in'a certain spot when a sedan,
coming from Kaibetoh trading post, had
passed him; that two or three minutes
later a truck going toward Kaibetoh had
also passed him; that immediately behind
this big truck appeared a man on a horse.

Bearing in mind that. before and after
the appearance of the two machines and
the rider, others had also passed over the
road, don’t ask me how it was possible
for John Daw to narrow the suspected
list down to those three. Only John Daw,
born and reared on the desert, with
eighty-six years of experience and the very
feel of it, could explain how he accom-
plished the feat. But he did so by care-
ful deduction and, when eventually we
had the slayer, his deductions were
proven to be correct,

Now occurred slow, painstaking investi-
gation. Witnesses and suspects by the
score were rounded up for questioning.
We found ‘that the sedan had been occu-
pied by a government nurse from Tubs
City, paying a special call to a hogan deep

(Continued from page 19)

in the desert country. The nurse and he«
driver, of course, were speedily dropped
from the list of suspects. ‘They had seen
the old man but no one else. The driver
of the government truck was found, days
after the discovery of the crime, to be
a school boy who, by then, was already
out of the state. This angle was handled
by government officers, in particular the
Federal Bureau of Investigation of the
Department of Justice. After weeks of
systematic inquiry, this boy was also
discarded as a suspect.

Our search now was narrowed down to
the unknown rider of the horse, an angle
on which John Daw and I had been con-
centrating in the meantime. No amount
of questions put to Navajos living in the

‘area, or who had been in it about the

time of the slaying, brought us anything
of importance to go on. Our work—John
Daw’s and mine—became slow, dogged
plodding. This continued through the rest
of November and well into December be-
fore we got one of the “breaks” for which
we had been hoping and praying. And
then the break resulted only in a continu-
ation of our determined hunting and
listening for a careless word here and
there which might give us a valid clue.

On a December afternoon, John Daw
and I stopped at the trading post at
Tonalea, some seventeen miles from the
arroyo where Pugh’s body had been, found.
We started toward the door. John Daw,
in the lead, suddenly stopped still in ‘his

tracks, The veteran officer’s eagle eyes
were glued to-a brief patch of wind-
blown sand near the concrete steps of
the store,

“There,” he whispered, and pointed to
a deep impression in the sand as I reached
his side, “is the track of the dead man’s
riding shoes!”

The thing was eery, startling. I exam-
ined it closer, and knew. John Daw read
it right. Only a moment did we stare
before going inside the store.

Coe dozen or so Indians were there,
trading and gossiping. Within a min-
ute we were satisfied none of them wore
the shoes that had made the track outside.
We made inquiries as to every man that
had been at the trading post the day
before and on this day. More than a
hundred Navajos had come there to
trade!

Elated over our discovery that the
killer was actually wearing the dead man’s
shoes, we determined to find and question
every single man who could have made
that track, even though the very number
made it a stupendous task.

As we drove away from Tonalea John
Daw repeated once again:

“No Navajo would wear a dead man’s
shoes,”

This fact bothered me, too, and I began
to wonder if some one of the few whites
scattered over the reservation could be
implicated. However, this break led us to

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wer

n the West
confronted
vledge that
ure dealer,
café, wit-
e could be
the New
the gang,
uniffe and
ral detec-
his mob

St iP 3s

mounting the stairs of the Ninth Avenue Elevated Station at
42nd Street. Waiting until the mobsters reach the deserted
platform, two of the detectives carefully follow, while the
other remains below to guard against escape. Cuniffe, how-
ever, has seen the officers’ approach and craftily warns the
lone train guard and change clerk that thugs are ascending
the stairs, and to be prepared for a holdup. The unsuspect-
ing clerk telephones for the police and both station employees
are ready to go to the aid of the real bandits. Afraid of
losing the gangsters in a fight, Detective Cronin decides to
wait for the summoned police. With drawn guns, Cronin
and Detective Manny grimly cover the gang as a train is
heard approaching. .. .

The Story Continues:

Part Two

steps sounded on the stairs, and two policemen came

bounding breathlessly onto the platform. Cuniffe and

his men made no attempt to break for the train. As
it pulled out, Cronin explained to the newcomers:

“This fellow is Killer Cuniffe. Frisk him, then go over
his henchmen out there on the platform.”

The elevated guard and clerk looked on sheepishly. The
clerk said:

“He told us you were a holdup man and when you pulled
your gun, I thought he was right.”

Neither Cuniffe nor his mobsters had weapons. The leader
took no chances on being caught right after a gun-battle
with any pistols in his pockets. The detective waiting on
the street below now joined his fellow officers, and together
they marched the five men to the West 47th Street Station.
The bandits were then sent down to Headquarters. The men
with Cuniffe were Tom Downey, Jacko Moore, and two
newer additions, Battling Larry Ryan and Ed Purtell.

For the next few days the mobsters were questioned re-
lentlessly, and the victims of the crimes attributed to Cuniffe’s
gang were brought down in the hope that one of the witnesses

Bez: the train came to a stop, heavy running foot-

would be able positively to identify the Killer and his men.
Captain Lyons studied the prisoners, as did other police
officials. Each one seemed tougher than the other, each face
harder and more sour than the next.

Lyons watched these men instil fear into every person
who faced them. Several witnesses had identified Cuniffe
tentatively from photographs, but after the leader had glared
at them menacingly, they now declared they had never be-
fore seen him or his men. At the end of three days, the
police were forced to release the mobsters, and the courage-
ous officers who had risked their lives to capture the Killer
and his tough confederates, had to stand by helplessly and
see him walk out of the Headquarters building.

Lyons shook his head; he knew that it was only a matter
of weeks—or days—before Cuniffe would be committing
more crimes. Before the mob leader’s feet had touched the
sidewalk the astute officer had begun to work on a plan
which he hoped would lead to the permanent imprison-
ment of the gangster.

In talking the case over with Detective Cordes, who was

(Far left) The curb in front of the:
Hotel Pennsylvania, where Killer
Cuniffe sat in his car, keeping a close
watch on the automobile exit of the
Pennsylvania Station (below) for a taxi
transporting a large payroll to Long
Island City. (Circle) Captain John A.
Lyons, now Second Deputy Commis-
sioner, worked untiringly to catch the
“Secret Six” gang of gunmen red-handed ©

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Patrolman C. J) Reynolds was the vic-
tim of a gangster’s vicious desire to
make a name for himself as a killer

ane under him, the Captain said thought-
ully.

“Cuniffe knows we've got him spotted and
he knows better than to stay in the open
around New York.’ He will either go into hid-
ing or shift the scene of his activities for a
time. ' During this period we must do our
best to keep his men under surveillance and
try and discover their hangouts and meet-
ing places, also to’ find out who his mobsters
are. We know that Ice Wagon Crowley, as
well as these other men we've just released,
is in the gang, but I’m convinced ‘there are
others of whom we know nothing.”

He was silent for a time. Then he spoke
slowly, emphasizing his words:

“If none of the witnesses will identify him
or his men, our only hope of sending him up
for his crimes is to catch him red-handed dur-
ing a holdup. That’s my plan.”

Cordes stared at Lyons. There was some-
thing about the latter’s determined jaw and
deep-set, thoughtful eyes that gave the men:
under him confidence that they could dccom-
plish whatever he set them to do. If he gave
& man a job, he wanted’ that job done no
matter how long it took. After a moment,
the detective nodded:

“Tl do my best, Chief,” he said and left
the office. 3

* &

When Cuniffe and his gangsters left Headquarters, detec-
tives tailed them, but after a few days the Killer slipped
away from the sleuths and so did Crowley and Tom Downey.
As Lyons had so shrewdly surmised, there now came a lull
in the leader’s activities in the neighborhood of New York,
but alarming reports of robberies which bore the Cuniffe
stamp, began coming in from other eastern cities.

Lyons sent his picture and those of his known henchmen
to Baltimore, Philadelphia and Buffalo, where the crimes had
occurred, and witnesses tentatively identified him, but not
with sufficient conviction to charge him with the holdups.
It wasn’t until the following year that robberies began tak-
ing place in New York for which, Lyons felt certain, Cuniffe’s
mob was, responsible. As before, none of the witnesses would
identify him or his men.

The gang held up the Sheffield Farms Company, the Ma-
jestic Dye Works, the Bank of Astoria, among other robberies,
and escaped with large sums of money. Six men were used
in each crime, but they were not always the same six; it was
obvious that Cuniffe changed his men so that it would be

more difficult for the police to connect them up with his

mob.

The fact that he had married a former nurse, during this
period, Wis not yet known to the police. He installed .her
in one of his hideouts, visited her infrequently, but sent her

large sums of money. He explained to Ice Wagon:

“IT figured it’ll be convenient to have a nurse around if

» any of us gets a dose of lead.”

.Cuniffe’s wife never associated with members of the mob,
but lived quietly by herself most of the time. Whether she
knew he was a criminal at the time she married him is not
known, but it didn’t take her long to find it out.

One evening, he visited her before dinner. She kissed him
and asked eagerly:

“You're staying home with me for a while now, aren’t you?”

washing up their dinner dishes, She was a rather plump girl
with a healthy, fresh complexion and a good-natured face.
He stood in the doorway watching her. Suddenly she broke
off the tune to face him:

“You leave me alone too much,” she complained. “I don’t
know people in this town and I get lonely.”

“Yeah?” drawled the Killer, but his expression showed that

down the block. As it slowly drew abreast of him, he stepped
into the street and it came to an abrupt stop. Opening the
door, he slid into the seat beside the driver. The car started
and turned downtown at the next corner,

It crossed the Queensborough Bridge, and finally pulled
up before a small café in a deserted section of Brooklyn’s

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ence. But in all sound logic, the question must turn, not on the
possibility, but ibe presence of influence; nat whether influence
once existed, but, whether it continued to exert its force. By
the rule, as stuted by Starkie, the single enquiry would be, bas
a previous admission been made ‘under improper influence?
nd if the answer be affirmative, the subsequent confession must
be rejected, however thoroughly in the meantime the mind of
the accused may be freed from such influence, and however per-’
iectly truth and freedom of volition may have resumed their
sway. Surely such a rule cannot prevail unless it be shewn that
the human mind having once lapsed into falsehood, must, by a
necessity of its nature persevere, without motive or inducement.
For if it be true, and thé assertion will receive on all bands a
prompt und ready assent, that a man having, under given cir-
cumstances, made cithber a false or a true statement, may under
otber circumstarces retract his allegations, ard with equal as-
suranee assert the converse of his previous declarations; then
it follows that the tue criterion is, the actual state of mind of the
accused, at the tin the confessions were made, and the true

questign for solution, whether, &t that time, hg was under undue

influence of hope or fear. It is readily udmitted,.that the antece-
dent hopes or fears, or other.sources of influence are to be
brought into account and Weighed. It may even be conceded
that when once a confession under influence is obtained, a pre-
sumption arises that a subsequent confession of the same nature,
flows from the like influence, and that such presumption should
be overcome before the confession ought to be given in evi-
dence. But such presumption being satisfactorily repelled, the
evidence ought to be received. The rule stated by Starkie, as
it goes further, is erroneous. It makes the presumption a con-
clusive and impregnable bar, and, if understood in its broad
terms, excludes the proof, whatever subsequent circumstances
to remove the influence may have intervened.

From a careful examination of principles, then, we are pre-
pared to yield a full acquiescence to the doctrine laid down by
Justice Draxr, on this occasion, in his charge to the jury in

these words: “Although an original confession may have been ~

obtained by improper means, subsequent confessions of the
same or of like facts may be admitted, if the court believes
from the length of time intervening, from proper warning of

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the consequences of confession, or from other circumstances,
that the delusive hopes or fears under the influence of which the
original confession was obtained, were entirely dispelled.”

The ‘rule of evidence seems to have been thus understood,
und has certainly been so practised, in the criminal courts of this
country. In Williams’ case, 1 City Hall Recorder 149, the mayor
(Radcliff) of New York, submitted to the jury to decide whether
an examination in writing, taken in the police office, had or |.
not been made nnder the influence of the threats, which ha:
preceded and induced a previous confession to the prosecutor,
and accordingly either to receive or reject the written confession.
In the case of Bowerhan and others, 4 C. H. Rec. 138, the mayor:
(Colden) said to the jury: It appears that in the first instance.
un oral confession was made manifestly under the influence of a
promise of favour, and subsequently an examination was tuken
in the police in the usual manner. Here no threats or promises
were made, nor does it necessarily follow that because the oral
confession was made under the influence of promises, that the
written examination stands in the same situation, but it will be
for the jury to determine, from all the facts, whether the
promises previously made continued their influence on the
prisoner’s mind at the time of the written. examination; for, if so,
then it is to be entirely rejected. The defendant, who had made
the confession, withisome of the others, was found guilty. In
the case of Mills and others, 5 C. H. Rec. 178, the mayor (Colden)
charged the jary in a similar manner. In Millegan & Welch-
man’s case, 6 C. H. Rec. 78, Mr. Recorder Riker, on an objection
to evidence, recognized the same principle.

The true rule of evidence being thus shewn, we proceed to the
second ground of objection raised by the prisoner's counsel, and
inquire whether the court had) reason to believe, that the
delusive hopes under which the original confession may have
been obtained, were entirely dispelled? Whether, when the con-
fessions, given in evidence, were mude, the mind of the prisoner
was labouring under or was freed from unduc influence? These
questions present pure inquiries of fact. What in point of face
was the, actual state of mind of the prisoner? We have seen
that the Court: of Oyer and Terminer acted under a correct
view of the law, that they prosecuted their search into the facts
on sound legal principles, and that they compared the facts


.

178 2 BW JERSEY SUPREME COURT..*

The State v. Guild. .

the Cuier Jusricr, was communicated to the ensuing Court of
Oyer and Terminex, in October, 1828:

-

The prisoner, James Guild, was, at the Oyer and ‘alealaad
for Hunterdon county, in May last, found guilty of the murder
of Catharine Beakes. . The vourt, at the instance of his counsel,
humanely suspended the sentence of the law, in order that
the opinion of the Supreme Court might be obtained, rca
legal points which arose in the progress of the trial. -_
points were submitted to the court in the term. of Septem di
by the prisoner’s counsel, with distinguished ability, anc
with the most laudable zeal, research and industry; and they
have received from the court, the careful, anxious and mature
exumination, which their interest and importance, the situation
of the prisoner, and the due administration of public justice

quired. a ee
Phe first question to be considered ‘respects the admissibility
of certam confessions of the prisoner which were retcived in

ridence. 2 .

7 ee deceased Giias to her dgath”in the afternoon of the 24th -

. day of September, 1827. . An inquest over the body was held by

the coroner, at her’ place of abode, in the evening of that day.
The prisoner, who was known, to have been at work: alone a
the same afternoon in a cornfield on the opposite side of the
road, was brought up by a constable, and, on being twice asked,
denied that he knew any thing of the manner of her death.
About ten o’clock on the next day, he made a verbal confession:
that he had killed the deceased, to Charles MuCoy.aud others,
and shortly after, a similar confession to one of the justices -
the peace of the county, by whom it was reduced into the form
of a written examination. The verbal confession and written
examination, which took place within a short period of such
other, were rejected by the court when offered in evidence,
because induced, as the court believed, by delusive hopes of im-
punity excited, not by the justice, who appears to have sete
with exemplary circumspection in the discharge of his duty, an
without even a knowledge of the promises which had been made, -.

but by other persons innocently misled by a common, and perhaps: '

natural, but mistaken zeal to discover the perpetrator of a cruel
shocki e OCCUBI es not call for an exami-
and shocking outrage. The occasion do

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- SEPTEMBER TERM, 1898,

The State v. Guild.

nation at large, of the propriety of the rejection of the proposed

.. proof of these confessions. It is enough to say, that the rule of

law by which the court was governed is sound, and there appears
to have been enough of fact established, to warrant the court
in applying the rule to the exclusion of the evidence.

Confessions were afterwards made by the prisoner, in Feb-
ruary succeeding, nearly five months atter the perpetration of
the offence. These confessions were admitted in evidence. The
counsel of the prisoner insist that the admission was illegal, be-
cause confessions of a like nature had been previously made
under the influence of hope; and because these confessions per se
und independent of the others were themselves made under
the same delusive influence, and with an expectation that by
perseverance in their narration, he should escape from punish-
ment, and also, under the excitement of anger from reiterated
taunts and accusations thrown out to him when in gaol.

The first of these grounds, the counsel of' the prisoner sought
to sustain by a reference to the recent and valuable Treatise on
Evidence by Starkie, who says in part 4, page 49, title Admis--
sions, “where a confession has once been induced, by such
means, [threats or promises] all subsequent admissions of the
same or of the like facts must be rejected, for they may have
resulted from the same influence.” In examining the’ soundness
of this doctrine, a shade of doubt is at once thrown Over it by
the fact that no such rule of evidence is to be found either in the
uncient reports or in the elder writers. Neither Hale nor Haw-

kins, nor'!Gilbert nor Foster, nor Bacon nor Comyns, state any

as my research extends, by
East, in the second volume of his pleas of the crown, page 658.
He cites no case, refers to no authority, but says it is the com-
mon practice to reject such subsequent confession. Starkie re-
fers only to.a manuscript case of Rer v. White in Michelm
Term, 1800; but, by whom decided, or in what court, or under
what circumstances, he does not relate. It cannot be expected
therefore, that we should yield an implicit deference to this
position without an examination of the principles on which it
rests; and such an examination will shew it, as broadly and
unqualifiedly stated, to be unsound and unworthy of confidence
The reason given for the rule by Sturkie, is

8, that the subse.
yuent admissions may have resulted from the antecedent influ.

as

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he saw in every person who approached him, an enemy, and

therefore persevered in an avowal of the crime; is far more fan-

_-ciful than just: Even a child would be prompted to silence in
the presence of one whose hostility he knew or believed. If
any thing escaped, the remarks would be few, even if harsh :
but for such a person to avow a crime, to relate its most minute
_details, to expose himself thereby, as he was repeatedly assured
to imminent danger of the most severe punishment, and the
whole story to be a total falsehood, is inconsistent with nature
and repugnant,to credibility.

Upon a careful view, then of the circumstances of the case we
find no reason to disapprove of the conclusion in point of fact
which was drawn by the court, or to doubt of the propriety of
their determination, to submit these confessions to the consider-
ation of the jury; and, the more especially, as the court gave
to the prisoner the advantage of a review of these facts, by the
jury, and expressly charged them, that “it was their ‘business to
consider the confessions with reference to'the manney in which
the first confession was obtained, and if they were not satisfied
that the latter cvnfessions were made freely and understandingly

_and wholly free. from any expectation of, benefit, raised by the
hopes and promises preceding the first confession, or from his:
continuing to tell an uniform story, it was their duty to reject
them from their minds and not to make.them the foundation of
their verdict.”

It may not be without utility here to speak a word on a topic,
briefly adverted to by the counsel at the bar, whether the ad-
missibility of confessions objected to as improperly obtained,

_ should be decided exclusively by the court; or ‘should be sub-
mitted to the jury, to consider the question of fact and to reject
or weigh them accordingly. The practice of the courts of crimi-
nal judicature on this head has not been altogether uniform.
Hawkins, book 2, ch. 46, sec. 36, says, 2 confession obtained by
the flattery of hope or the impression of fear, is not admissible
evidence. In Rex v. Woodcock, Leach’ 4th edition 500, Chief

Bayron Eyre admitted declarations of a deceased person, and
left it to the jury to consider, whether the deceased was not in

fact under the apprehension of death, though she did not seem
to expect immediate dissolution ; and said if they were of opinion
she was, the declarations were admissible, and, if of a contrary

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The State v. Guild.

opinion, they were inadmissible. In Rex v. Hucks, 1 Starkie,
NV. P.521, Carer Justice ELLENBoROUGH said, that upon a ques-
tion proposed to the judges theré, by the judges in Ireland, who:
entertuined doubts on the subject, they were unanimously
of opinion, that when a declaration had been made by a party
in articulo mortis, whether under all the surrounding circum-
stances the decluration was admissible in evidence, was 4 ques-
tion exclusively for the consideration of the court. In the
cases, in the Mayor’s Court of New York, above mentioned, the
question of fact was submitted to the jury. In Aaron’s case, 1
South. 240, Corer Justice Kirkpatrick said, “If the confession
however, rested upon the ground of bope and fear alone, doubt-
ful as it might be, I should have been inclined to yield to its
competency, and to leave it to the discretion and judgment of
the jury.” In many cases, both in this state and in our neigh-
boring states, courts bave wholly rejected confessions, when
clear and unequivocal evidence of undue influence was discerned.
It is unnecessary however, for the sake of the present case, fur-
ther to pursue this subject, for if the decision should be made by
the court, such decision was made; and if proper for the jury,
it was submitted to them, in the most free and unbiassed man-
ner. Of the opinion of both court and jury, on this point then,
the prisoner.enjoyed the advantage.

We are now to examine, under the request of the Court of Oyer
and Terminer, whether the evidence in the case was sufficient,
in legal contemplation, to warrant the conviction of the prisoner.

In the first, place, it is insisted by his counsel, that a verdict
ought never to be founded on naked and uncorroborated con-
fessions; and to support this position, they bave in a great mea-
sure relied on the opinion expressed by Justice RossELt in
Aaron’s case, 1 South, 242, “that no person indicted for a
capital offence shall be convicted on his own confession, without
a single circumstance to corroborate it.” If the learned judge
is to be understood to mean, when the corpus delictt is not
otherwise proved, as when in larceny no proof is given of the
taking of the goods, or in murder, the fact of the death is in no
wise shewn, and when the whole case depends on the mere con-
fession of the accused, a number of cases will be found to sup-
port the doctrine. But if he is to be understood, that even when
the corpus delicti is otherwise established, the confession of the

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before them with a correct legal standard. Now the duty of this
court when a reference, like the present, is made to us’ by that
tribunal, is chiefly to examine and revise matters of jaw. So in
England, when the advice of the twelve judges is required.
We cannot reyiew a question of fact with those advantages pos-
sessed by the court, before whom the witnesses have appeared.
To pass in judgment on the conclusions of that court, we ought
to stand, if not on superior, at least on equal ground. Such uu
point of view may be obtained in the examination of legal
principles; but is rarely accessible in the search of facts. Hence,
on this occasion, we might after an investigation of the legal
doctrines desist, on this head, from further enquiry. But after

‘expressing, as we are bound to do, a just deference for the

determination of the court, we shall proceed to examine it under
such lights as the report of the case affords us.

A period of between four and five months elapsed between the
first confession and those which were afterwards made-by the
prisoner and received in evidence against him. In point of time,
then the Court may’ well have supposed, there was sufficient room
jor the first impressidns to have subsided, and for the gleams of

hope by which at the outset he may have been cheered, to‘have ~
been dispelled. Sabn after the prisoner was brought to® guol,.

John Thompson, esq. one of the magistracy of the county, had
an interview with him, and.told him he must abide the conse-
quences of the act which he had confessed, and-that he could
not hope to escape. It is very probable the prisoner was not
aware that he who thus addressed him was a justice of the peace,
yet he could not fail to observe his age and his grave and
venerable appearance so likely to excite attention to his remarks.
On Saturday morning succeeding the arraignment of the prisoner,
he was visited by Daniel Cook, esq. With his person and official
character, he was doubtless acquainted, for he was the same
person before whom the examination in writing of the prisoner
had been taken. He told the prisoner that he must expect
death, and prepare to meet it; and he mentions a striking fact
serving to shew the effect produced by the admonition. His
countenance changed. His mind received and was touched by the

awful warning of anticipated suffering. The delusion of hope was ~

at the least shaken. By Charles Bonnel, esq. another magistrate,
who sometimes saw him in gaol, be was cautioned against muking

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The State v. Guild.

ucknowledgments to the boys us he was accustomed. If upon
his arrest, any delusive hopes induced his confession, the disap-

‘pointment which so soon succeeded would very naturally have

removed them. Instead of being better off. he saw his condition
become worse. Instead of being clear, he was placed in gaol;
he was indicted; publicly arraigned; and assured by a respecta-
ble magistrate, that punishment would certainly overtake bim.
Such a failure of ill-raised expectations, would be apt to produce
«x revulsion of feeling. Confession had done him no service;
had produced no alteration of his sufferings; had obscured
instead of brightened his prospects of escape and impunity.
What motive then to persevere in the avowal of his guilt? Such
svowal had availed him nothing; and what hope then could have
remuined that any further soalenstons would be more beneficial?
Instead of realizing the anticipation of safety, be found these
confessions had brought him positive assurances of a melancholy
doom. When then, he persevered in making these confessions,
it is a most reasonable inference, that he was actuated by some
other motive than the undue influence of previously conceived
hopes of impunity. His counsel said, on the argument before
us, that having once made the confession, it was natyral for bim
to persevere im the same tale. Such may be the result, if the
confession were true. But a steady adherence to falsehood,
which he saw produced him no benefit, und was assured would
consign him to death, cannot, it is believed. be reconciled with
any ordinary principles of human conduct.

« The counsel of the prisoner further insisted, that the tuunts
and reproaches to which he was repeatedly exposed from idle
hoys, who came to the door or passed by the window of’ his
gaol, tended to keep up in his mind, an excitement unfavourable
to the return of cool reflection. But the remarks made by him
in any such moments of irritation, were not the confessions
which were proposed as evidence on the part of the state, and
whose admissibility are under consideration. And however he
may have been led to reply harshly to remarks, equally barsh
and thoughtless, to answer the fool according to his folly, it
does by no means result, that the same temper would be felt

. towards the numerous, and some of them very respectable per-

sons, with whom he conversed, and in a manner apparently
serious and deliberate, related the melancholy tale. The idea that


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142 THE BURLINGTON COURT BOOK [1692

Att the Court of Session held August 8th 1692.

Justices present Edward Hunloke, Daniell Wills, William Biddle,
James Marshall, Richard Bassnett. Richard Bassnett as Attourney General]
comes of the Bench.

Grand Jury Impanelled and Attested. Thomas Bowman, Samuel]
Andrews, John Joyner, Samuell Ogbourne, John Shinn junr., George
Elkington, Samuell Harriott, Thomas Folke junr., John Calowe, John
Warren, Andrew Smith, James Croft, John Snoden. Peter Bosse and Wil-
liam Budd Summoned for Grand Jury and appeared not fyned ios. a peece.
Traverse Jury. Mathew Allen, Thomas Dugglas, John Gardner, William
Fryley, John Petty, Samuell Furnis, Charles Read, Thomas Gladwin, Wil-
liam Hickson, John Hollinshead, Christopher Weatherill, Henry Grubb.
James Wills being present in Court and called to serve on this Jury, for his
peremtory refuseing to serve fyned 10s.

The Bill against Harry the Negro man Servant of Isaac Marriott given
to the Grand Jury for Buggering a Cow.

Mary Myers senr., Mary Myers Junr. Attested and sent to the Grand
Jury.

The Grand Jury Find the Bill The Prisoner upon the Indictment
Pleads not Guilty. And Isaac Marriott his Master and the Prisoner (his
Servant) referre the Tryall to God and the Countrey The Traverse Jury
above called, and accepted by the Master and Attested.

Evidence Mary Myers senr., Mary Myers junr. Attested. Mary Myers
deposeth that about the tyme mentioned in the Indictment the Prisoner
was gott upon a Cow, And that her Children saw the same, And called her
to see, And there shee then saw him ride upon the Cow And that hee was
in Action as Buggering the Cow and that shee stood still, And that after
the Cow had the usuall Motions of Cows when they had taken the Bull,
And that when hee came of to goe away, the Cow turned and looked after
him, And that hee after stooped and tooke up Grasse or leaves and as Shee
supposes wiped his Members: And that the cow was Lawrence Morris Cow.

Mary the Daughter, deposeth that Shee saw the Negro doe the same
that her Mother hath deposed as above. [111 1692] Juryes Verdict as to
the Negro:

Wee have Considered Evidence and Circumstances and alsoe viewed
the Place which might give him opportunity Doe beleeve and Judge him
Guilty of the Fact.

The Prisoner brought, And being demanded if hee have anything to
say why Sentence should not passe upon him, Answers not: but is silent.

Sentence The Bench haveing Considered of the Sentence according
to the Law, Command the Clerke to read the same to the Prisoner, which
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Custody untill the Sixth day commonly called Fryday the nyneteenth
day of this instant August, And that (betwixt the howers of Tenne and
Twelve in the Forenoone of the same day thou shalt be hanged by the
neck till thy body bee dead, dead, dead, And God have Mercy on thy
Soule: And that the Cowe with which thou Committed the Buggery shalt
the same day be slaine. Many of the Freeholders and Inhabitants of this
County preferre a Petition to the Bench for Spareing the Negroes life,
And to inflict other punishment upon him, The Bench say they will Con-
sider on it.

Actions

Mathew Allen Plaintiff Bernard Devonish defendant withdrawne.

Robert Cole Plaintiff Anthony Woodward Defendant withdrawne.

Thomas Codderington Plaintiff Robert Cole Defendant the Plain-
tiff Called to prosecute appeares not the defendant craves a nonsuite and
its granted.

Judith Morrell Executrix etc. Plaintiff Dennis Rotchford defend-
ant Plaintiff declares the Bond produced and Read _ the Defendant ap-
peares not to defend. At the Plaintiffs request Judgment awarded by de-
fault, upon the bond for what remaines due and unpaid, with Costs Suite.

Dennis Rotchford Plaintiff Judith Morrel Executrix etc. defendant
Plaintiff appeares not to prosecute the Defendant craves a non suite; its
‘granted.

Peter Resneire Plaintiff Daniell Cox Esqr Defendant Edward Hun-
loke as Attourney for Defendant appeares and desires the Action may be
Continued the Action Continued by Consent.

Daniell Sutton one of the Trustees for Priscilla Hudson Plaintiff Isaac
Decow Defendant Defendant appeares not to make Defence. Declaration
Read Imanuell Smith Attested proves the Bill Judgment Award upon
‘default or nihil dicit.

James Marshall Plaintiff Joshua Newbold Defendant withdrawne.

Thomas Wright Plaintiff Richard Moore Defendant neither Plain-
tiff nor Defendant appeare.

Thomas Wright Plaintiff John Greene Defendant neither Plaintiff
nor defendant appeare.

Edward Hunloke etc. Plaintiff Robert Styles Defendant Continued.

Nathaniell Cripps Sonne and Heire of John Cripps Plaintiff Charles
Pickering one of Executors of Anna Salter Defendant Plaintiff and De-
fendant referre the matter in Controversie to the Bench. Court with-
‘drawnes.

Court order ordered by the Court that a Jury of Twelve men of the
Neighbourhood (Inhabitants within the Townshippe of Wellingborrow)
be Summoned to meet togeather and to lay out Convenient Highwayes,

at te he tia gy


During the evening more than fifty
detectives and an equal number of uni-
formed men were assigned to rounding
up police characters in the near-by towns
of Bound Brook, Somerville, New Bruns-
wick and Plainfield. Charles Higgins
and William Haelig of the quarry firm,
along with Trooper Gregovesir, waited at
the barracks to view the suspects as they
were brought in. They continued to
shake their heads as more than thirty
youths filed past them...

This went on during the night. As
many of the suspects were leaving the
barracks, they passed others on their
way in. The sum total of the night’s
catch, however, added up to nothing as
far as nabbing Trooper Coyle’s mur-
derers was concerned.

Two youths, resembling the wanted
pair, were picked up by sheriff’s officers
in Lakehurst, now the site of the United
States Naval Air Station. Besides acting
in a suspicious manner, they were driv-
ing a red Buick touring car. Taken to
the Pluckemin barracks, Gregovesir
could not identify them as the murder
duo, and they were released.

Little else could be accomplished that
night, but the next morning the in-
vestigation was well under way. Ser-
geant Wooge checked the modus oper-
andi files at the Identification Bureau
in Trenton in the hope that the criminals’
methods might reveal their identity, but
came up with nothing.

With news of Trooper Coyle’s murder
blazoned in all the newspapers, hundreds

of well meaning citizens harassed the
investigation by contributing worthless
bits of information. However, despite
the maze of conflicting reports, word of
the red touring car began to come
through.

The car had been seen traveling along
Union Avenue in Bound Brook at break-
neck speed. Subsequent witnesses swore
they saw the car as it headed in a north-
easterly direction through the towns of
Plainfield, Westfield, Cranford and
Elizabeth.

Sergeant Wooge thought the route
taken by the killers was highly sig-
nificant. “It’s obvious that they’re head-
ing for New York City via Staten Island,”
he said.

“Which means we’re dealing with a
couple of New York hoodlums,” said
Hamilton.

“Not necessarily,” Wooge said thought-
fully. “New York’s the best town in the
world to get lost in.”

Inspector John Beggans of the Jersey
City detective bureau traced the license
numbers of the getaway car to a Kissel
sedan owned by Harry Samuels of
Waverly Avenue, in Newark. Ser-
geant Wooge and Trooper Gregovesir
rushed to the New Jersey metropolis.
They learned that the license plates
used py the killers had been stolen from
the Kissel while it was laid up for re-
pairs in a garage next to the Queen City
Hotel.

A check of Samuels’ movements
proved that he had had nothing to do

In death house at Trenton, N. J., prison (below), killer realized Col. Mark

Kimberling (right) had meant, "We have an open and shut case against you"

with Coyle’s murder. He had been miles
from’ Bound Brook at the time of the
shooting.

Returning to the Pluckemin barracks,
Wooge found Major Mark O. Kimber-
ling waiting for him. Kimberling, later
promoted to colonel, was then second in
command only to Colonel Norman H.
Schwartzkopf, head of the New Jersey
State Police. Wooge quickly brought his
superior up-to-date on the progress of
the investigation.

When Wooge was finished, Kimber-
ling reported on the research laboratory’s
findings on the murder weapen.

“They went over the gun with a fine-
tooth comb, but found nothing but
smudges,” said Kimberling. ‘The serial
numbers were filed off, so tracing it is
out. Also, the manufacturer assures me
that so few of that particular model
were made, no (Continued on page 76)


the information along to their nearest
enforcement agency.

“The gunman must have worn a
shoulder holster to pass Coyle’s shake-
down,” Wooge said.

The others agreed. They also agreed
that the gunman was an experienced
thug with a police record. A shoulder
holster was the mark of a professional.

Darkness having fallen, powerful
lights were set up and focused on the
shallow ditch where the gunman had
shot his way to freedom. The searchers
quickly discovered a .32-caliber revolver
partially buried in the snow. Wooge
recognized it as an obsolete Davis-
Warner model, manufactured in 1917.

Handling it carefully to preserve any
latent fingerprints, Wooge saw that only
one chamber was empty. The last two
shots therefore, had been fired from
Coyle’s own gun. The grim-faced ser-
geant placed the weapon in his car and
continued the search. But an inch-by-
inch inspection of the snow-covered
ground failed to yield any further clue.

Donohue’s Lane, where the gunman’s
confederate had lain in hiding with the
Buick, was thoroughly examined for
clues. Beyond a few indistinguishable
tire markings, however, nothing of value
was discovered.

Meanwhile, several troopers, after

"The first time they slip, we'll nab them," Sergeant H. Wooge (right) correctl
‘said of killers. The trial was held in Somerset County, N. J., Courthouse (abeves

canvassing the few homes in the neigh-
borhood, reported to Captain Hamilton
that no one could recall anything sus-
picious prior to the shooting.

The search was about concluded when
William Haelig returned with the grim
news that Coyle had died enroute to the
hospital.

A somber silence fell over the as-
semblage. Coyle was 26 years old and
single. The sole support of his aged
parents, he had an excellent record as
a member of the Pennsylvania State

‘Constabulary before becoming a New

Jersey State trooper. He was the first
officer to die in the line of duty since
the organization was formed in Sep-
tember, 1921.

Within an hour after Captain Hamil-
ton’s return to the Pluckemin barracks,
the ever-widening dragnet had been
spread to the adjoining states of New
York and Pennsylvania. The police in
Camden, New York, Philadelphia, and
other large cities along the Atlantic
seaboard were warned to be on the alert
for the red Buick.

Like robot chessmen, the blockading
units hurried to key points on state and
federal highways and cut off the side
roads as well. From the original start-
ing points they began moving carefully
to tighten the net around the killers..

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(Continued from page 49) records were
kept.”

“So far everything has broken for the
killers,” Wooge said grimly, “but while we
can afford to make a few mistakes, they
can’t. The first time they slip, we'll nab
them.”

Running down fragmentary clues occu-
pied Wooge’s attention for the next twenty-
four hours. One lead was obtained when a
citizen reported finding a frayed army coat
on the outskirts of Elizabeth, New Jersey.
The coat, which was minutely examined,
offered no clues. There were no laundry
marks, nor did the pockets contain any-
thing that might help identify the owner.

Meanwhile, the state police, assisted by
town and city police throughout the state,
began an exhaustive search for the miss-
ing red Buick. They inspected back
yards, garages, automobile “graveyards”
and second-hand car lots. No street or
building large enough to conceal an auto-
mobile, was overlooked. But the search
proved fruitless. The red Buick had com-
pletely vanished.

Nor did the autopsy, which was performed
by Dr. William H. Long, Somerset County
Physician, reveal anything helpful. Coyle
had been shot three times, in the back, neck
and head. Any one of the shots, said Dr.
Long, would have proved fatal. After the
autopsy, the body of the heroic trooper
was removed to William J. DeMond’s
Morgue in Somerville, for burial.

Meanwhile, the rifling and abrasion
marks on the slug fired from the killer’s
gun failed to compare with others on file
in Trenton.

On Saturday morning, December 20th,
the telephone rang on Wooge’s desk. The
caller, who spoke in a soft, well modulated
voice, said he had information on Trooper
Coyle’s murder, but that he would divulge
it only to Captain Hamilton.

Wooge quickly located his superior
officer and brought him to the phone.

“I'm calling from Bound Brook, Cap-
tain,” said the voice. “No, don’t ask me
who Iam. You did me a good turn once,
and I’m not forgetting it. But if you’re
interested in getting your hands on Coyle’s
killer, he’s riding in Eddie Greenberg’s
taxi this very moment.”

The line clicked dead. The unknown
informant had hung up.

F ive minutes later Captain Hamilton
braked his police car outside the Bound
Brook railroad depot. He and Sergeant
Wooge began questioning the cabdrivers
who were lined alongside the station. They
quickly located Eddie Greenberg, a short,
balding man in his early thirties.

“Who was your last passenger?” de-
manded Hamilton.

Puzzled, Greenberg said he had had two
passengers, not one, and that he had taken
them to a lonely road on the outskirts of
town.

It was Hamilton’s turn to be puzzled.
“To the outskirts of town?” he inquired.
“That’s kind of indefinite, isn’t it? Where
did they go? Was there a house or a
car near where they got out?”

Greenberg shook his head. “Nope. There
wasn’t anything within a half mile of the
place. I couldn't understand it either.”

“Did you hear them say anything?”

The cabbie thought a moment and then
nodded. “Yes. I heard one of them say he
had to get to New Brunswick as soon as
possible.”

Pressed for a description of the two men,
Greenberg said he believed they were in
their middle twenties. One was dark com-
plexioned and stocky, while his companion
was somewhat taller and lighter com-

plexioned. He appeared certain that both
of them were of Italian descent. The de-
scriptions, Hamilton realized, fitted the
two being sought for Coyle’s murder.

Captain Hamilton hurried to the nearest
telephone and contacted the New Bruns-
wick police. He requested that they spread
an immediate dragnet over the city for
the. murder pair. Twenty minutes later
Hamilton and Wooge were in New Bruns-
wick helping to organize the manhunt.

State Police, local officers and sheriff’s
deputies were soon inspecting every street
and alley in the city and its environs.
Hopes were high that any moment might
find the killers in the net. But the hours
dragged without any developments. By
dusk it was painfully apparent that the
gunmen had slipped through the hastily
formed dragnet.

These two men were very interested in
the kind of work done at the quarry

Gregovesir, meanwhile, spent hours on
end examining rogues’ gallery photographs.
When he finished those on file in the Jer-
sey City and Newark police departments,
he traveled across the river and inspected
the ones on file in New York’s Centre
Street headquarters. In three days he had
unsuccessfully viewed more than 20,000
pictures.

Several days after the New Brunswick
incident, two snow shovelers appeared at
the Pluckemin barracks and asked to see
Sergeant Wooge. Ushered into the latter’s
office, they said that on the late after-
noon of the shooting, they were clearing
away snow at the intersection of Main and
Chapel Streets, in Elizabeth.

“It was near quitting time, and we were
dogging it a bit,” one of them explained,
“when we spotted this blue coupe. There
were two fellows in it, and they were
acting mighty strange. One of them threw
an army coat out of the car, but the fellow
who was driving, stops the machine and re-
trieves it. They appeared to be angry
with each other when they passed us.”

“Can you describe these men?” Wooge
asked.

“Not very well. They wore caps and
looked like tough characters.”

“How about the car?”

They agreed that the car was a sky blue
Buick coupe with wire wheels. Also, they
were positive it had New York plates.

Wooge thanked them for their help and
they left.

Acting on a hunch, Sergeant Wooge con-
tacted the New York City police early the

next morning. He inquired if a sky blue
coupe had been reported missing recently.
Within a short time he had the answer.
A Buick, answering the description of the
car seen by the snow shovelers, had been
stolen from a garage at 2167 Amsterdam
Avenue, on the evening of December 17th,
the night before Trooper Coyle’s murder.

Hopeful of securing a much needed lead
to the killer’s identity, Wooge drove to
the garage in upper Manhattan, There he
interviewed Ansel Hoffman, a car-washer,
who was on duty the night the Buick was
stolen. Hoffman, a tall, stooped-shouldered
man in his middle fifties, said he was wash-
ing the car when a light complexioned man
in his twenties rushed in and slid behind
the wheel.

“Pm new here, and didn’t know the
fellow from Adam,” Hoffman explained. “I
asked him if it was his car and he said
yes. Before I knew it he had driven off
in the car.”

“You never saw him before?”

“No, sir.”

“Please describe the man.”

Hoffman cogitated a few moments before
answering. “He was about medium height,
five feet seven, and he weighed around 140
pounds. He had dark hair and eyes, and
I took him to be of Italian descent.”

The car-washer’s description fitted the
man who shot Coyle to a T. Wooge learned
that the car was the property of Miss Anna
Lange, a schoolteacher, and that its license
numerals, except for one digit, were
exactly the same as the plates stolen from
the Newark garage.

The license number on Miss Lange’s car
was N. Y. 68-735, while the stolen Newark
plates bore the numerals N. J. 88-735.
Mulling over the remarkable similarity of
the numbers on his return to Pluckemin,
Wooge concluded that it was just a coinci-
dence, with no special bearing on the case.

The next morning a Plainfield garage
owner contacted Captain Hamilton with
the startling information that the blue
coupe was in his garage.

Hamilton and Wooge went to Plainfield
where the garage owner told them that
two men, answering the descriptions of the
Coyle killers, had left the car with him
on the day of the crime. When they did
not return within a reasonable length of
time he became suspicious and called the
police.

The machine was carefully. checked for
fingerprints, but beyond a few smudges,
nothing worthwhile was obtained from the
car. :

The entire state of New Jersey was
aroused by the wanton killing of the young
trooper. A Somerville councilman offered
$500 reward for information leading to the
gunman’s capture. The next morning the
Somerset County Board of Freeholders
raised the amount to $1,500. A few hours
later the State Police added another $1,000
to the ante.

Fic weeks passed, with little hope of a
solution in sight. Several suspects were
picked up and questioned, but were re-
leased when Trooper Gregovesir failed to
identify them as the gunman. On Janu-
ary 6th, 1925, Governor George Silzer
made a public appeal to the nation at large,
requesting any person having any informa-
tion pertaining to the case to make it
known to the police.

To revive the lagging tempo of the case,
Governor Silzer appointed the well known
Jersey City homicide team of Lieutenants
Harry Walsh and Charles Wilson to assist
the state police.

The two men went into an immediate
conference with Captain Hamilton and
Sergeant Wooge. Brought up-to-date on
the known facts of the case, Wilson said,
“It’s apparent from (Continued on page 76)

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BY LEO SHANAHAN

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GROSSO, Daniel, white, elec. NJ

(Union) April 10, 1931

The Month Five Years Ago: April, 1931

... Frank J. Blumer, rich Monroe,
Wisconsin, brewer is held for $150,-
000. Demand cut to $100,000. Blumer
freed at Decatur, Illinois, without pay-
ment... Doctor I. D. Kelley, Junior, St
Louis specialist, lured from home by
mysterious ‘phone call and_ kidnaped.
Later released to John T. Rogers, re-
porter. Ransom payment denied. (In
1935, Mrs. N. T. Muench, former St.
Louis society woman, was tried for al-
leged part in plot and acquitted) ...
At Mundelein, Illinois, four bandits in-
vade home of -M. C. Mott, cashier of
state bank, tie up Mrs. Mott and her
sons, cook food, take baths, force Mott
to go to bank with them and open safe.
Mott left bound in vault ... Wealthy
Chicagoans (McCormicks, Spragues, Ar-
mours) threatened with kidnaping and
extortion, form protective committee.
TRIAL: Scottsboro rape case starts
to international fame, Eight Negro de-
fendants, charged with assault on two
white girl vagrants on. freight train, riot in ceils, ar
put in chains after conviction ... Trial in Germany o
Peter Kuerten, vampire of Dusseldorf. Since 1899 this
sadist has been guilty of assorted murders, attempted
murders, arsons. Convicted, sentenced to guillotine:
BEST TRICKS OF THE MONTH: Habeas Cor-
pus used in’ Brooklyn by “friends” who. want -to get
gang murder figure (who has survived ride) out of jail,
where he is held as material witness. -Beneficiary of plan
successfully opposes it; says they. just: want ‘to take him
for another ride'.°. . Ambitious ‘youth in jail at St.
Johns, Newfoundland, breaks ‘out every night'and ter-
rorizes community with series of robberies. .
PRISONS: Clinton Crate and Huston Gibson, rob-
bers, doing time in:Ohio penitentiary, Columbus, con-
fess they set prison’ fire of April, 1930, in which: 320 died.
James Raymond, third man in plot, already has hanged
self in solitary . .. Bush Negroes living:in’ French Guiana

Siete The racket gathers speed

near Devil’s Island ‘build up lucrative: business helping. »

prisoners escape. For $5 they supply boats, food, maps.
Top French reward for recapture only $2...... General
disapproval of penal-colony system ae

When they land at. Trinidad and are arrested, the courts
let them go with reprimands for not having passports,
and citizens supply them with food and clothes for fur-

| 24

fleeing convicts...

Ortie’ McManigal: He

confessed’ to a part in

- dynamiting the Los An-

geles Times with an in-

 fernal machine such as

the. one he is + ee
demonstrating

The Crime Picture Five to One Hundred
Years Ago This Month Has in It Many
Things That Will Astonish All Who Read

By Biswid Frederick. McCord

Celebrated Authority on Crime and Its Punishment

ee

of capital punishment. But legislators debate whipping

post.

EXECUTIONS; | Eighteen hundred reds beheaded
in China... End of the $150,000 Elizabeth, New Jersey
mail robbery case of 1926 when Daniel Grosso is exe-
cuted in Trenton for murder of John P. Enz in the
holdup. (One month after the robbery, Jim—Killer—
Cuniffe was killed» by William—Ice Wagon Crowley
Crowley was killed by a cop. Four others in case got
prison Terms.)

The Month Five Years Ago: April, 1931

MURDER: William H. McSwiggin, assistant at-

~“torney—af_Cook County, James J. and Thomas Dough-

erty, machiné-gunned_in. Cicero, Illinois,
HANGING: Gerald Chapman, ~dttlaw king, loses

Huston Gibson: Robber who helped to
set a cell-block afire and below, J. J.
McNamara, arrested for dynamiting

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RE ae a eee ncaa

N a crisp October afternoon in 1920, a tall
young man, in a snug-waisted blue over-
coat and gray fedora, came strolling up
Tenth Avenue on the West Side of Manhat-
tan. At 52nd Street, he slackened his pace. As he
sauntered slowly past the small furniture store
owned by Leon Kotowitz, he turned his head to.
gaze through. the plateglass window. Reaching the
next corner, he looked back over his shoulder, then
abruptly retraced his steps toward the shop, his right
baie slipping casually into his bulging . overcoat
ocket.
. f : Everyone in the neighborhood knew old Kotowitz.
: The kindly furniture dealer had more friends than
4 he could count, especially among the children who
: were always bringing their troubles to him. As the
Lo blue-coated figure entered his store, the old man
stopped arranging some chairs he had just purchased, .
1 and came forward smiling.
ee “Nice afternoon,” he said, pleasantly.
| ‘The customer nodded carelessly, brushed past him
to examine a table in the rear of the room. Koto-

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head, “hutno? drown down. Hisenims: were
Pinioned behing ben witha stron, The noose)
Waa oaiijusted Oost hing down. hts
back swibging ke al queuc. Ite walked “to
the place assigned and the here man quietly

fouebed tim tocmake bimistep tuto thecrreis
mace with chalk on Ui floor directiy under
the drop.
\ Fatber Fini gan leaned lie pray bead
Bgninst the condemned man ned Wwhispe red to
bim sugzestions for an ejrenlaiocy. prayer:
There Was: uot-a werd spelen dloud bv
anyous.. The batgman cadjasted the straps
erountl Halinger’s aukies abd pliced =the
ooose 1n the ,aivan 2° 4 double eateh on tie
end of the reps. ospertt?8tanton nodded
gravely tothe pricst nnd reccrvet an equally
gravorespyus: ‘The cap was craun down
and the trap Wass; rung. Hallines: shot up
abors the! cross beam aud would” have
struck one of the arou” braces ef) the
geilery af. it’ bed net oben removed
somewhat to one siie. The boiy came down
aud the rope prevented it from reaching the
floor, it was jersed upagain somy Unstance,
Toen the body rettied down and a ghastly
scene followed.
The rore sipped upward and bent the tra-

chea sideways in. a. curve, The neck
was) nut distccated. Palmousaty ac-
tion» almoat bo! ual ecntigued ~ for

nearly acminute, and the echoing, ‘gure-
ling, gaspivg sounds were heard cil over tbe
corridor. Tbe pulmonary actiyn continued

east heaving. The boly was then lowered
#n far enough to allow the dectors to listen
the pulsations of the heart. aad for twenty
nutes the heart action was continued.
Itc was exactly 10:05 by Dr. Couverse's
watch when tie trap was sprung, cul it was
pot until 10:35 that tue doctors felt sato in
pronouncing the man dead,
*-In the meantine Drs. McGill, Converse,
Nevin and Chabert took turns in listening
to the gradually “fading heart: action,
and the jurors stood sookiug on and
~ commenting cn the horrible spectacie. “This 18
av argument in favor of electrocution. ‘I bese
hangings are tarbarous,” said oe of the
doctors. “Yeo,” said Dr. dA cGill, “New
York has set us an example in humanity,
“The state should provide an appara‘us at the
“state prison and bave all executions there. “1
understand the plaot eosta about $13,090,
and provides the means: for lighting: the
whole prison bezides.”’ ;

Several of ths doctors colucided in this

view, and not a single perscu who saw the
brutal execution would oppose a chingy.

‘The body was finally lowered and laid on
the four. Then tbe doctors gatbered arcund
it and examined the neck. It was vot troken.
County Pbysician Conversé said; “There will
be peed for av avtopsy. Hallioger specially
asked thathis body sbould not. by mutilated,
and we bave all seen the manver of. bis
death.”

The sheriff's jury and the members of the

press were tallied by Simon’ Ke'y aud Alex-
ender McLesu, of tbe court jurv, a» they
passed Letweco them out of tbe corridor.

The eorrt jury then marchul to the county
‘clerk's office, where they siguced the certifi-
cate of death and the record of the persons
who witnessed the execation.

Hallinzer’s Lody was delivered to Father.

Fivpegeao, woo dire tu ubiertaker Moran to
teke charge of it und give it decent turial in
consecrated ground, and tho ‘priest also
‘premised to accompany the) body to the

THE LAST DAY.

four miuutes, the body twitching and the.

people who wers cariog for the children.
Jatler Davis; the late Sheriff McPoillips aud
mapy others “who visited Halhoger were in
the babit ot giving him mocey. Father Fin-
negan and the Sisters were also very kiod io
tuis respect, and tbe gilts Were never
whsted ;

Heneman Van Hiss Jefa the jail yesterday
afternoon enriy He went to Hoboken in
tder to te. handy tg the sherif? in case
Verhall suould get'a stay. He bad an under-
standiig with. Jailer Davis that if no word
caine from Peshall.at 10 o'clock last night be
<honld go-to his bome io Newark’ and retura
with tte gailows ta toe wording, 20 as to
reach the -jailat 7 o'clock. At 10 o'clock
bert Stautoo telephone f from police head -
quirters to} Hoboxzen to the jail thet n>
paps bad been- served on him. Ibis’ word
was conveyed to Haltiozer, out b+ did nor
los®” hope, At 11:30. o'clocs bs was: sail
wilting jetters, : ‘

Father-Finnegan called his altention to the
time be was losing and Hallinger atid: “I
bAvVe enough ot letters to writs to kesp” me.
busy all might.”

‘“Phat does not look as if you bad expected
ty leave ua,” sard ths priest. ae

"No, [didao'e,” answered Hallioger.

Fatuer Finnegan theo hiij-a.long (‘alk on
rehigious subjects and Halhoger reed a por-
tou of Tnomas a Kempis,:which the priest
had Joaned bim. Incidentally, in speaking
atout the fuuoral, Fatber Fiuvegan off-red
to sce that’ it was properiy attended
to --end ~~ said be would speak .
10 Undertaker © Morao~.  about= it.
Hollinger said be bed already arreoged with
Mrs. Jobnson about the funeral, and she was
taking a collection to defray the expeness,
but be would send ber word and the change
could be made... He was anxious to be buried
in consecrated ground, ani she intenjed to
Lave bim buried somewhere in New York.

About 1 o'clock the priest advieed Hallio-
cert) he down and rest for’a time, and be
laid down onthe ot, As be did eg be said:
‘‘! am ready to go now, and I- don’t tere if! I”
never open wy eyesagalu.” Hesoon fell asieep
aid rested a paren unconcerned as if he
bed no shadow over bin. ‘Silsoce feil on the
street, god there was pot a suund in the juil
except the occasional crackling in the stsem-

beating pipes. ark
THE LAST SLEEP.

Hailioger woke up at 6:15 o'clock, but he
Was »tu seer and be s:ttled down for
avothernsp. Father Fiunerty left tbe cell
when Haltioger decidad to sleep a little
loager, aud went to: early mass in St. Jo-
sepb’s. . He stacod thatthe priszner bad slept
souodly for ahout five hours...

ARRIVAL OF THE HANGMAN.

Hinngman Van Hise reacne1 the jail at
6:30 this moruiag, having driven from New-
ark. He came in a long-vodied carpsate:'’s
wagon. The gatlows in sections was io the
wuguu. Soon efter be reached toe jail toe
pctsoners were removed from the wards io
ths corridor assigned for the execution, aod
“tba apparatus was soon in placs,

A littie before 8 o’cicck Father Finnegan
telapboned through the Gregory Biteet ois
station to St... Peter's College. to* Father
Hoohban, asking him to goto the jail to act.
as assistant priest at the ceremony.

Rev. Mr. Layior, the young colure1 minis-
ter from Tarrytown, reachei the jail, but
was not allowed to go to Halliazer’s cell.

THE LAST BREAKFAST. :

Hallinger woke at 8 o'clock retresbed end
in a gocd humor. He said he was hungry
and wanted a bice piece of beefsteak and a
cup of coffee. He eat his breakfast wita ap-
parent retish and eoon after dressed himsel(
with care in tbe black suit that be had re-
ceived from Fatoer Fiuuegan.

SCENES ABOUT THE JAIL.

Atan eari¢. bour mea and womeo going to
their daily labor, and children wending their
way to ecbcol, stopped io frout of the county
jail and at the wiadows, as if they ex-
pected to cacch @ glimps+ of the poor wretch
tetora be was taken to hisdoom. Many bad
av impressioa that be was confined in bis oid
coll, trontinz Newark. Aveoue, on the third
floor, and for that. reason kept their eyes
fastened on the barred windows there.

‘lve morning alr wae so cold that nobody
cared to stand lohg watching the movements
of the officials and witwesses io the jailer’s
oftice previous to the execution, A few idle

| middle of the forebead and it took all my

“Miibe ts dead; I killed. ber with mysbatehet.”

the bed and lefi tbe bouse, ng toe ch

in bis aross. He started alone to goto the
second precinct’ station house ou. (rove
Streat. A trail of blood marked hia stops.
On Jersey Avenue near Fourth Street be met
Patroiman «Vay. Derze, to whan be sur-
rendered biaerf?, At tbe station house Hal-
hinger stood before the desk and told his story
4 Rovuvdsman Gannon in a matter-of-fact
way. He was dripping with blood. His child
was closely clasped to his bosom and covered
with blood. — He greeted the roundsman with
a frieudly good morning and saidi “T have
killed my wife.” He said he had searched for
her at McCaui’s house avd found ber at
Moore's. At» Moore's door be sabi: “T am

talli and I bare come, to see my wife.
Mopre ck I couldnt couie ip until be askea
my wife if she wanted to see me. Then I

beard my wife shout ‘don't let bim come int
I don’t want bim! I have got another map!
Upto that minute [bad 00 inteatian to do my
wife any barm, but when [beard ber sav sbe
bad another mao I determined to kill her. I
ren th hto ber roum. “When ghe saw me
she said, ‘Edo want you, Edward,’ but it was
too late. ‘I could not wait to get close to her.
I threw the batchot.” It struck her in tbe

force to pull it out. I turned the batchet and
drove it into ber skall with the head of it.
She put up ber arms to shield ber head, and I
choppad them down and drove the hatchet
into» ber-head timeand agesin uptil | was
sure sbe was dead. I picked up @ butcher
knife to end my life, but I was too much of a
coward. I tried to kill: myself witn the
batcbet, but couldn't. Then I picked up wy |i
two-year-old cnild and Jeft the Baby crawl: |B
ing over its motber.” a)
"ithe roupdsman warned him that his state: |
menta would be used againt him if his story jm
was true, and exprossed. a bope that the &
woman wight ‘not be dead, {s etarted 2
Hallinger into @ fury: .‘‘Do you think sbe is
not dead!" be said: “*Let me go back and
make sure.”. Then, with a grin, be said:

uD

though the bi

bleed to dea
applied when. the

threatened to club him if be resisted.

THE VICTIM. ‘

Hallinger was sentenced for killing Mary
Peterson, alias Hallinger, but she was not 6n-
titled to either of these names. Her maiden
nam? was Mary Fellows. Her nts were
runaway slaves, and she was born in Canada
in 1854, where her father and brothers still
live. She was married to a man named
Johneon, and lived with him some time. She
left bim end married down east without be-
ing divorced. She had left ber second bus-
baod when she met Hallinzger. Heo wasa
Baptist at thetune, She Bked him.
but was somewhat afraid of him {a spite of
his pacific calliag. She found parplyy eee ren
New York, and he followed her. That was
about six years ago. Thoy lived in New
York a short time, but had lived is this city
most of thetime since. She was intensely
black and was nearly six fect in beixht,
strong and muscular. She bad few intimates,
and seldom spoxe about her t life. Bibs
said she left her first. husband, to whom she
was married when only twelve years of age,
because sbe was too young to be married. She
was as large at twelve as most girlaof eixh
teen, She frequentiy exprossed an intentic
to return to Cavada, and said she
was money fo
that always refuse
to ma though he often urge
y bad two children while
both of whom survive
drink bard she left him

0
living with him,
After he began to

and = su ted herself washing
In December 1890 she ved in

single room in a rear _ tenemen
on Tenth Street, near Monmouth

Hallinger called’ on her there and induced
ber to go to Kingsland with bim, bat she d

not stay all of the second week. She hag:
ber second child about. the bo.
and her case was azxravated bys visit fro
Hallinger # short time before the birth of :

{eliovws stood across the etreet and stamped

the United

child. He beat her thay’ is yecaure sb
would pot return to live with Bim. Afte
the baby was born. Mary found# bome witty
a colored family named Mc pt 18 Sixth
Street.. Thomas MoCaul w ‘J mployed: if

States

Pg

ee, ON oT Es

~- . Charley end I do not giv? up bop: set,”

‘There ware several visitors dutiug the day

\. ond in the intervals Hallinger re 1 bis Bible.
“and a prayer book. Rev. J. H. Finnegan, of
At. Poier's, pass] a good part of tho day io

the cell. %

Among the callers was a colored. woman
oamei Mra Jobnion, She tad she hed
known Hallioger for a number of years, aod
phe wus very aurious to see bim. Nhe was

, at the jailou Monday av! Tuesivy, sod was
refused admittance, but Jailer: Davis relented
yesterday, and Mrs Jobn<on talked to the
prischer for oalf an hour..’

Rey. Mr. Taslor, a colored minister from

- Tarrytown, called early in the cveninz ani
~ bad a brie’. interview. Later, Ree Henry
Lymas. of New York, anotber colored minis
“ter; calles, bat be did aot see Hallinger. “Mr.
Tavior jeft a note for bim tocall at BI-Storm
Avenue ard be went there. :

nJ

For eoma time one of: tbe sisteis from
Bt. Peter's mads: = frequeast” visits “two

, Hallinger.  -Esch. ume. she was

“accompanied = by a different sister.
Yesterday spe called at & o'lock with a
strange sister aod they rodained until 7
o'cieck.

Hailivger bad beoome quite a favcrite

ce aslagusen Me ab serge aS

AE eA GC ete

pees =

woman among them spoke up
1 and said: ““We can’t pt when. Mr. Hallin-
ger is going to ba banze! right ia here.”
: ¥ did'zo to sleep, thongh, afver a time
>. «> -Hallinger’s visiters about eeppes time pre-
~ wented bim from wtteadtog to his meal, but
y sent up an abundant meal

clock. Sne said she would give

hooes from. / The tray coa-

bage, coro, must
repay pie, twa kinds of cake, aud a big
cup of tee. E

a.%

_’ Judes Daiton hears cae 10 o'c'ock in eoart:

My te Paige Sn hadeg
yw bat A

ea ae
be

into the . zon at a
suedderedien

- A POSSIBLE HITCH. ;
Lawyer James Furey rusped. breathlessly

into the county clerk's office at 9:10 o'dlock.

Ho was Jooking for Spertf Stan He had

a telezram from Chas J, Peshall.

was excited. He gav- the tclexram to

ton, and after informing him of the contents,

said ‘Mr, Sberiff, you cas use your own dis-

-cretioan.”

Furey told a JoURNAL man that the tele
gram came from Peshall who wired Forev
that Judge Datias bed allowed the Hellinger
case to come off a8 10 o'clock.  Pesnall . said
he bad tetegrapbed. Goveroor Abbett and
Judze Wercs to that effect... Pesnall wanted

the sheriff to postpone the execution to two

o'cicck.
Mr, Peshali'’s telegram was as follows:
22, 1802.

Tiave wires Govervor- aod Juaeo Werte, Have
nsked for fire d ys" reste. Bee Bversf Staaten

and request, tp the tutereste 0° hre and oumanise, |

not to execute Haitiwger before 2 o'clock, . |
gorervor will crant request as we have only «ix

Gays since mgnuing record. .Auswer Hotel Layaye.
Prsmats..

e.te, quick, QJ. J

) et Murph i Ce MeN ity bad
Cbi yan pra McNa

charge of Bitty policemen ia the regis house

4 they : 7

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deaih.> : : cup of coffee, He eat his breakfast wita ep- | to ma allinger, though he
The sheriff's jury and the members of the cath dek Sate once: a! Vee hone ber to do ' while
had iving with hi both of whom) sur¥

F press wera tallied by Simon Kelly aod Alex+ | cvived {rom Fateer Fiupegan. After be began t drink hard sbe Jeft bim,
a > ender McLean, of the court jury, as they | | SCENES ABOUT THE JAIL. and su ted beraelf washing.
: passed betweea them out of the corridor, At ao eaciy bour mea and women going to| In December 1890 she ved in a

The court jury. then marched to the county stip elt Re eration ib srt dg Ped feat mom in 8 rear edatgneirs
_ Clerk'y office, where they signed the certitl- | jaif and gazed at tbe windows, es if they ex- | Hallinger called on ber there and’ induced
Cake cate of death and the record of the persons”) pected to catch a gtimpss of the poor wretch | ber to go to Kingsland with wort, it she did
-_ who witnessed the execution. — Lefora be was takeo to bis doom. Many bed | not stay all of the second a
—— \ Hallinger’s tody was delivere! to Father A adie paps: pit em ft be si bet ebild Sir oe sya t from
- Firpegan, woo dire-ted tindertaker Moran to 6. i ape the wf ri
; ’ vor, for that reason fee linger a short time birth of the
take charge of it und give it decent burial in eeeciak os the barred ai prt enty thea aT He posh hed
Coveccrated ground, and tho prirst also ‘Lbe morning ale wae so cold that. nobody | would not. return to live with bis- After
premised to accompany the tody to the cared to stand lohg watching the movements | the baby was born. SRS pete bome with
rave: 3 of the officials and witsesses in the jeilers | a colored family named McCaul at 318 Sixth
RA eS office previous to the execation, A few idle| Street. Thomas MoCaul was ewployed in
, : _ | feltows stood acresi the sireet and stamped | the United States Express stables, ¢nd took
Hallioger passed yexterdyy comfortably | thetr cold treet and chilled fogers to tmcrease | Mary in out of cbarity. After Mary was
and: in good spirits, though be bpi a close | tbe circulation of blood, as they coojectured | able to resume work sbg paid Mrs.
watch ov the stairs. Ledid not give up bope what was gotog on ip the inside of tue jatl. , | for the trouble and expense she bad caused.
end exprctelevery unusu3l sound or moves Just after the execution ecme pretty girls'.| On March 15 Hallinger called om poten
Lick tals faces were po:tced peering out of the win-| during a qvarrel, beat her savagely. She
ment indicated the arrival. of Lawyer | dows of the ball of records. When they sew feces bis arrest on that occasion, aml he was
Peshal]. He said: ‘“{ bave great faith in | the box tearing Hallinger’s remains places | held four days in the G ¥y Btreet ste tion.
Chariey and I do not givs up hop. yet.” into tbs wagou at the rear of sbe jail they | When be was discharged Mary begged that
There were several visitors durivg the day sbaddered. A POSSIBLE HITCH ;
and in the intervals Hallinger re %, tis Bible Lawyer James Furey rusued breathlessly | Justice Stilsing to remain away from bis
anda prayer book, Rev. J. H. Finegan, of | into the county clerk's office at 0:10 o'elock. | wile, as be cniled her, and to stop molesting
- ®t Pover's, pass2d a good part of thoday io | He was looking for Snerif’ Stantoao. He had} ber. He was back n on the following
these | was ele, ‘Ho'gavs tbe tckeraes to Sit | Ringeod with un Hn nga rotund, td
: soe as ¢legram O- :
s! atts Among the callers wees "Se ee ee ead ton, and after informing bim of the contents, Soak away angry ser sowie .
oameid Mra Jobnion. e rad ad | said ‘ir. Sheriff, you cag use your own dis- | On March 27 Mary hired a room at 31/ Third
- ‘nown Hallioger fora namber of years, and | cretion.” a MAD,
: she was very anxious to so him. Nho was Furey told a JOURNAL man that the tele- | who rented the basement. She boped to live
at the jail ov Monday en} Tuesisy, aod was | &ram came from Peshall who wired Furey
3 irate that Jodge Dallas hed allowed the Hallinger | ance of: ber location. did not succeed.
refused admittance, but Jaiic: Davis relented | case to come off a8 10 o'clock, Pesball said | It wasin that room he found her and killed
vesterday, and» Mrs. Johnson talked to the} ne bad tetegrapbed Goveroor Abbett and | her. ni
priscner for aalf apn bour. -| Judze Wercs to that effect. Peshall wanted
‘ Vv. Mr ’ iylor, a ealored minister from shied Soy to postpone the executiog fo two

Ycailed eacly io the eveniaz and Mr. Peshali's te} wavmbtelte
bad a bria? interview. Later, Rev Henry |. Kes ae opel DELP: ples
Lymas, of New York, avotber colored minieels Sadge Dalton hears cae]
>». ter, calla1, bat he did not sve Hallinger. Mry Sty ie Over jest
ott - Taylor left a note for him tocall at 81 Storm | and request, to the tuterests 0 bre and pumanisy, |:
' Avenve atal be went there. - | not to execute Hailtnger before 2 o'clock. 1 bops
\ pe For some time one of tbe sisters from goternor will grant request as we have only six | room the hall

é
4
!

St. Peters mands frequent — visits. vo | SAYS Sines mguing record. Sete Fene vanes

Ballinger, Exch time she was | ted tals of the
“accom by a different sister. ‘ POLICE ARRANGEMENT 8. 2 slept in front
Y serpiday hae called at & o'clock with a| Coie Morphy ena Captare dicNalty bad aro oat slep

r they remained until 7 charge of fifty policemen in the court house v
. bgrclock: nigh toa dha grousss and neighboring streets, to keep | ture ofa
ww Hailidger bad beoome quite a favcrite | back the pecnle aud se peevae any disturo- old upholstered
with tbe prisoners in tbe jail and many re- | ence. Soreeeee ae y were 19 op one table,
greta and kiad words were Spokeu by the charge of t Hench 8 ‘o ‘
pen m the wards. [bere aro twenty-seven geant Moriarity of those tiow Court, Utbograph and
* women ju the female ward and ttey and Sergean bam re
the bour prior to 9:30 o'clock in singing
hymbs. Movly and Sankey- melodies pre-
dominated in their choral efforts, Matron
. Murrny made a visit tothe ward and asked
the women why they did not goto si
Nove aoswerod uoti) an pave col-
_° ered woman among. them. spoke up
+ end said; “We can’t sleep when Nr. Hallio-
| gerisgdiog to bo baoze! right iu bere.”
py did go to sleep, though, afier n time
- . Halttgger’s visitcrs about supper time pre-
S  wented bim from etteodiog to bis menl, but
-) Metron Marray seot op an abundant meal
| about 9180 ofciook. Spe sald sho would give
‘ > Bien 2 variety to chooses from. Tbe tray coa-
Stat - tafoed coid pam sod ezrs, pickles,
_ ent cabbage,.cora, mustard, bread ani but
ter, lexou two kinds of cake, and a. big
__ cup of tea. oger ave béartuly, aod made |
meal, Betora he Gnisoed cating, |.
oa Finnegan retaroed, ard Hallioger
pose to recave him, extending both banos to
ie. Finnegen was amused at Hel-
with, the Bitie. He made |

7 ; wan mot-exsctly. in the |’

i eg ws SMP dk Ye gr ae |
Neg eas

S Syerigh Gen get ES ’ bs rt oy a ed hed Puck one
‘ en. 4
Coe ae 4 1

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22. 1892.

IEVENIN

hat iis
Pa admis-
ba > Mrs.
paved to
th,” be
tes bis
moing to
im Straat.

Bay POO,

wpe 1B

&

;
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ar
ae.
%
pe

Patel: aod
4 Moors
pan t want
jax done,
basal “zo
fa. Moore

ay tele-.

ba oe blood
mate fluor,
oa uildreo,

aenes Old, 7

a smeared

ay beside

a coudren
Pei trem-
Mg veiz~d 4
mo cut bis
mantention
Mat picked

ea of blows

: head,
Z aod be
re elder
wait Off the
mat oe child
919 the
(rrove

2 id 38
at \ | 6oset
fa be “sur-
aime Hal~
Muis story
ar of fact
dis-chatd

SA thee were ecu ty, we

| prevented her from fi-ein

maint amrenty onan ot aa

rene PI ad soa

\

ne

tardy. His gre}t size and strenzth tempted
some of the protec about. the Park House to
try and train hiin, bat ne could not Isaru the
science of) sparring. Wheno Peter: Jackson,
the pucilist, came to this country and de-
feates MceAnlitfs, Hallinger was seized with
en ambitioa to) bscum> ap ize-tl bter. Ue
freyueuted a sporting bass in Honoken and
furnishe f amusoment for its patrous. by bis
clumsy attempts at boxing.
many preliminary. mectings a match was
finally arranged betweea him and Bill Geabiz.
‘Hallinger wliuzged Gabis, who did not. get
oat of the way in tine, aod Halling-r woo.
That victory, due to arcident and bruie forces
enierged dallinger’s bead. He thought he
only required training to becomo: a colored
Jobn L. Ge buntad-for fizht and gota match
with Bill Dunn, of Elizabetbport. Dana
was a dwarf comparel with  Hallinger. but
he bad skill and easily suce isd in koocsing
Mallinger out. That event took plics- on
March 27, 19900/ani it cured Haltinzer of
(prize-ring aspirations. Hé¢ was satisSed alter
that with beating his wife. H}> lot his em-

ployment by hanziag around saloons and
1 bragging about what ha was going to do in
the rinz, a1 he had to laave the city to find
work whea be had enough of the fistic

oe pea gededrh Lackawanna and. Western
tazé for $2.2 month from Dr. Hill.
ploye of Burns Brothers, coal . dealers.
clotaés and books were there
the time of the wurder. He tried

an em-
His

Kingsland and occupy this bous2, She trie}
ft, but left him after an experience of

days.

man,
afraid of him. .He was six feet in height,
voasessed of uncommon strength, and brutal-
y cruel when intoxicated, which was fre-
quently his.condition. Only a lack of insoey
zg beyond his reach.
‘ THE EXAMINATION. :
Hallinger was arraigned before Police
Justice Robert. Davis on Monday morning,
April’ 6. 1891, the dav after the murder.
The. court room .and~ vicinity was packed
by a crowd, which included ‘many. colored
onle. Hallinger’s bead was bandage. - His
wroad chest’and muscular arms were partially
covered by arasged light-colored woolen sbirt
aud» we l-worn vest.. He bad no coat.
leanad against the rail of the prisoner's pen,:
and was apparently the least coucernel per-
son present. After bearing the testimony,
Hallinger sald: “Ihave nothing to aay.” The
justice committed him for trial ou the charze
of rurder. He was taken to Asre®’ gallery
and photographed before being sent to tho
county jailin order to rovide bis picture for
therogos gallery, . He madoa written con-
fesion in tha presence of Chief Murphy be-
fore Lis examination. It was written in o
jevivle, round band, and sizned by Hallinger.
He never varied bis story.
aie OTHE INQUEST.»
The cay went to the grand jurv at once
and uu indictaent: was found, but Coroner
Persiow bad impanelel a jury aod the in;
yest was beld-at Moche’s Hall on Monday,
Lert 13. Joe jurymen, two ef whom Were
colored “men, Cousumed” but ap ~ bour
and a Leitio wwe whole procseding. “4 ouply
Poyrician Conyers, wih, mats the @uiopsy,

Spee” far eta a TRL Wey

ES Foe et en a ATS GO ee LRN SG Betis oe

After a great |

arena. He obtainei work at Kinzsland,.

ad. There be hired a three-rovn cot-

at
to
induce the woman be was living with to go to
eleven!
He pretendei that her desire to leave’

bim was due to au alliance with some other’
which was false. . Tbe womao0 was:

ids aod. they.1re-s

}

obscurad® «+

diog2r maids a@divit

Temiasoup.

G JOURNAL, THURSDAY, DECEMBER

until afew days tefore the first diy set for
te execution This ina grated cell ‘in
the front coruer of the second) story of tha
jail, next the court bouse. Tre view of New-
ark Avene apd the court house is partially
the elm. willow, and spruce
trees which tf. 9a small grove ip front of
the jai!) He spent many_ hours watching tho
passing crowd, .Tbere was a small-pine table
and two chairs In tue cell, which 1s about 10:
by 12 feet in. area.” Ona of the guards was
witb him all the time from May 12, Con-
stables Heaory, Sedat and Keatiog formed
the death watch, linger became quite in-
timate with them, and talked very freely, but
not about bis crime or bi previous bistory.
THE EXECUTIONER,

James Van Hise, of. Newark, is tbe ont
professional executioner in this state.” He. is
a carpenter by trade, and bas a small shop in
Summit Strect, Newark. Ilo was born Aug.
7.1833. He was employed at New Bruns-
wick in 1856 tojbuild a scaffold for an execu-
tion. When it was Hnisnedie was retained to
operate it. Since thatqgfims be has officiated
at ‘erty final interviews. He *balt a
scaTold for the frezholders of Essex County,
and» was
it when bis services were required
in another county. “He had _ occasion
to use it at’ Morristown a few vears ago, and
the delay of the jail committes ip 5 renin

rmission alayost prevented Van Hise from
seeping his appointment. That decided him.
He made one of bis own. The last time his
services were required in this county they
were also needed in Freehold. He made a
second scaffold, and sent. bis son Walter with
itto keep the Freeboll het Yan
Hise is of medium beigbt. stoutly ouilt and
has a sandy monstache, an expanding fore-
head, and pleasant manners. His son serves as
his assistant, and will “probably succeed him.

HALLINDER 8 CHILDREX. ave

Hallineer has an aunt who lives in
Middleburg. “Loudin. County, Virignia,
and to her he’ directed his children
Clara and Eva to be sent.

EFFORTS TO SAVE HALLINGER. |

It is one yeat eight moocbs aud seventern
days since Edward W. Hallioger achjered a
rigbt to be nung. fle was seatenced on May
12, 1801, to be baoged on Tuesday, June 30,
ensuing. oe,
~ § few davs before the time set for execu-
tion Charles J. Pesbail was retained by
triends of the condemned man. They bad no
money and he conseuted to act as counsel
wittout compensation. He decided tbat Hal-
timer bid a chance because of the: uncon-
stitationality of toe statute under which sev-
tence bait been pronoanced. He did not get
the papers ready toapolr to tho United States
circuit court-until toe dsy befuro the execu-
tioa wus to have tak-n place. Oa the’ writ
an appoal was taken to tbe supreme Court of
the United States. Ibe writ act-d as a stay
and Hallinger’s neck was saved for tne: time
being. The writ wis divwisiet by -the su-
preme court on Nov. 2, 1801, because it was
net prosecuted, ;

Ov Wedoesdisy, January 6 isst
was again sentenced to be banged,
fixed being Wedvoeslay, February 10. Oa
the day bsfore tbat.ou which Hallinger was
to have been bange!, Mr. Peshail
enotber petition in the United Btates: circuit
court tor. a writ of babeas corpus, abd Hal-
that be was without
mouey.to defedd bis
goverouieut to pay the costs ct courts.

Coat aa tse Meer ear Sg

in tte. habit. of borrowing

Hallinee r
the day

flied.

lifeund oske.d the general:

ir hat) hee

qima You xg Cnban.on
Washington Street. Hooke. before the war...
He got cif, accoriigc tocurrent Tams, by A
cash p2yment made ov hrs father. ‘Loearar-
est approach to woolesale murder was the
killing of the crew of a scoopaer by Jackalo,
a Chinaman. ; ; :
THOSE WHO CHEATED THE GALLOWS

Early in 1802 Wr. N. AlLsom poiscoued bis
wife at their-bome near Com nuaipay Are:
nue. The trie] was rendered 1otails by tos
eloquent denunciation of the) prisojer by
Wa. L. Daytoo, the candidate for vice
re eet with General Fremont a few years

fore. Ex-Chancellor A:. QO. Zabriskie a
peared for the defense. After sentence a lady
visitor managed to slip a knife blade to the
prisoner while kissing bia Zood by. — He'ser-
ered an artery and dicd in his cell.

On July 18,
rel and wour

was comniltted by a

a couple cf days aftercard

ar Huzhes indiscre tiv tol} Gaunt.

toe inorning cf July 20, Gaunt was
ad in his cell, -He bad nudg biase

Important
Family—.

‘Council Roatine—Sev-ral
Matters —A_ Destitute
Memorial Day Nursery.

At the meeting of tbe council: last aight,

Rev. Dr. G. C. Hougnton, as presideot of the

board of trpstees “of the lodustrial sca5o!,

$2,U0), appropriated in the tax levy for the.
acbool The board instructed street Com-
missioner Kelly to exawicean o'd two-story
buirding. No. 212° Graod Sires’, which ‘is
said to be rented by tbe water c »mmissiouers,
and which wasreported as being in a dan-
gerous condition...Mayor Stauton calied at-
tention to bills aad Jetters from the New
York and New Jersey ‘Telepbone Company.
tor telepbone servica iu the police signal
system. The bills date back to July. Isvl,
and are unpaid. They cover the use 01 2
sets of ipstraments, at &239 yer set. The
company requests officig! designation of its
lines tn Hoboten, as the same tv. be
employed in ths = police signal “pooa>s.
About a year ago the company ¢ fend t
furnish free t lephone serviceiu reourta tor a
right of wav for its: lines. Poos, nowever,
were erected without this sanction under tbe
state law, but the company is practically a
trespasser.» It {sto make ils poyitiog sec
that it renews its ofer. Tbe watter was tc-
ferred. “Lh> mayor also su gest. d the pro:opt
yment of tbe requisitions of ati muotcipal

s, 80 that the city’s employes could en-

joy their Christmas with fuller pocksts; a's)
a donation of $250 to St Mars’s Hospital
aod .$]00 to the Memorial Day. Nursery.
These suggestious were both carried out. the
hee board getting $7.798, hbrary truit-es

, schoo) board $9,000; beaito board
$050, fire board 4,464 Vbis latter
requisition coolained. au ite of F909
for Contractor Clayton, in paydreot for’tue
Hodsou Street fire house extension) Couosil
man Stegman iA opposed its pay qeut,
but ap opinion m. Corporation: Attorney
Minturp on th@subject was read. it-deciured
the fire board Spe sole distiusing agsots of
thelr spprop Lod, wei ruput tae erento Ou
the fart of Be couisit, arcs!

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1895, John Gaunt had aquar-
ed his. wife, Emma. ai Hote= ;

sent ia @, requisition tor the payment of }

toate Latte tT,

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